The Art of Raiders of Rebirth

The sound of the pencil being thrown on the ground suddenly occupied everyone's eardrums. They were obviously talking to the person next to them, but they could hear the sudden sound.

"I really don't know what you are talking about, can't you be quiet? Shouldn't the new teacher be welcome? Or do we have learned well?" It was the girl from before, she brushed her hair, and walked to In front of Yi Chengyi, the room was completely silent, only the sound of her breathing and the sound of her high heels stepping on the ground remained.The girl wears brown hair parted in the middle, with princess curls at the end, looking very proud.

"My name is Kalara, I think I need to ask you a question, boy, what qualifications do you have to teach us?"

Even though she was wearing high heels, Yi Chengyi still had the advantage in height, he scratched his hair helplessly and thought for a while, then looked at her seriously.

"Qualifications...probably, I will teach you well with my heart."

"Isn't it too funny? You said you can teach well if you can teach well? Last time my dad asked me to draw like this in the exam. What do you ask the teacher who taught you to do? At that time, I really thought it was super funny. I didn't draw When it’s like this, he still thinks he’s a good teacher? He says he’s a famous teacher every day, pretending to be B everywhere, taking selfies and group photos everywhere, and finally draws two broken paintings. Hurry up and post pictures on your mobile phone @一直人, you think this can teach me okay?"

"Uh... I usually don't take pictures of my own paintings, and I don't say I'm a famous teacher."

"Then what qualifications do you have?" The girl raised her eyebrows. Although her height was suppressed, her eyes were so domineering that she almost stomped others under her high-heeled short boots.

"...I think I should have some."

"This is not for you to play house, little, friend, friend."

Although Yi Chengyi has always been a very low-key person, because it is a rebirth cheat, he feels guilty when using it, but this does not mean that his skills are completely derived from cheats. According to his current age, it is basically a lifetime. He spent two-thirds of the time drawing, his eyes were still calm, Yi Chengyi put his hands in his pockets, but it gave people an inexplicable feeling of being inaccessible.

"At the age of 11, my painting was exhibited as No.1 in the Youth Art Exhibition in Beijing, and it was later collected at a price of 50. Although it was a business with acquaintances, it was the first painting I drew. I was recuperating in the UK and did not draw. At the age of 12, I participated in the joint exhibition of European and American art held at the Moore Gallery in London. In September, my works were exhibited in London, England and New York, the United States. The other two works in the same period were priced at 13 euros and 60 euros were collected. At the age of 65, he participated in the 14th National Youth Art Exhibition and won the Excellence Award, and some other exhibitions were ignored. At the age of 15, a series of four works were collected at a price of 470 million yuan. At the age of 16, he participated Participated in the No.12 National Art Exhibition Oil Painting Exhibition. Because he was the author of the 30th Youth Excellence Award, he directly sent the works that met the requirements to participate in the evaluation. Finally, he won the Silver Award of the China Art Creation Award. The works were exhibited at the China Academy of Art and sold a few small paintings , the current market starting price of the work is about 17 to [-] US dollars, and how much you can get in the end depends on how many local tyrants are present. I am [-] years old, because I don’t want to go to high school, so I came to this studio to be a teacher temporarily.”

Yi Chengyi frankly told her own experience, sometimes others would look down on her if she kept a low profile, but if she said it, she would be regarded as pretending, so people are such distorted creatures.

"It doesn't matter if you really don't like me. I can go. I was planning to go on a trip, but the second uncle told me to come here to paint some paintings, so I came here. And I really have no money. The ones who are really rich are My junior brother, painting can’t sell much, if you don’t get tricked by the group to go shopping, you can barely go out and see the outside world. When I was young, I often herded sheep and fed pigs. My family had no money and was bullied by the children next door to be my servants. , so I’m fine, I often stay up late, and sometimes my life is worse than yours.”

No one answered his words, this time the atmosphere was completely cold for more than a minute.

Yi Chengyi's thinking has never been so active, this time it seems to be a bit too much...

Kalara was the first to react. She heard from Teacher Liu that a very powerful person would come here soon. He was about the same age as them, maybe a little smaller, but his personal savings were enough for an ordinary person. For the rest of her life, she will have no worries about food and drink in normal living conditions, so she doesn't care much about this deposit, because her family runs a bank, and she has no idea about money since she was a child. That person set up the image of a goddess in his heart, but it was unexpected.

This guy is a god.

Tall in appearance and good in stature, with the mentality of molesting, the male god was forced to blew himself up.

She came to study art for no other purpose, purely because she fell in love with the top student in this class, so she transferred to follow her. Since she was a child, she had a special crush on boys who can draw, but she never thought that wild boys could be caught here. God alone.

Yi Chengyi had nothing to do with such a cold scene. He bypassed kalara and approached those students. He only intended to have a look at their paintings, but they all retreated to the back like the plague. He took a deep breath, and Yi Chengyi Cheng Yi calmed down for a while, then walked to a picture, squatted down to look for a pencil in a painting box that was randomly placed on the ground, but this person obviously didn't like drawing, not only was the picture empty, he didn't even bother to sharpen the pencil Generally speaking, sharpening pencils is the most used way to pass the time in the studio. I remember that when he was painting in the past, there would always be someone in the studio who was bored and came to sharpen his pencils neatly.

"Is there any 2B available?"

Yi Chengyi raised his head and glanced at the group of people, everyone looked at him, but no one made a sound.

"Whoever gets you 2B is the 2B that you can use, aren't you stupid." Kalara curled her hair with her fingers, looked at Yi Chengyi and said.

"It doesn't matter if you are 2B. I'm pretty good at 2 too. No one cares about me, so I found it myself and helped you change the painting."

Yi Chengyi rummaged through the drawing box on the ground to find several types of pencils he used frequently, then sat in front of the picture, held the pencil in front of his eyes, and carefully looked at the position of the picture with one eye squinted.

"Although I don't know who drew it, I just want to say that, just like my friend, the placenta has grown in the artistic cells." After confirming the location, Yi Chengyi neatly arranged the tone on the sketch paper, kalara A little bit annoyed, he walked behind Yi Chengyi, looking like he was about to argue.

"What happened to my artistic cells, the placenta grew up. The painting is so good. Is there something wrong with your aesthetics?"

"If the grading teacher of the U.S. exam has no problem with aesthetics, this painting of yours probably belongs to the one that can be brushed off in the first batch."

"Aren't you going too far! Are you the one who despises people so much!" Kalara raised her voice and shouted from behind, but Yi Chengyi still calmly watched the picture, carefully comparing stroke by stroke.

"I said it because I want to teach you well, I hope you can be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, not because I despise you, so please be quiet and take a good look at how to paint this."

Yi Chengyi's voice is faint, it's obviously a teenager's tone but somehow it gives people a mature feeling, her fingers are clenched into fists, trembling slightly, but only Kalara knows that she produced it entirely because of excitement and excitement this reaction.

The rhythm of this kind of sketch in Yi Chengyi's painting is very fast. Firstly, the relationship between front and back and reality is distinguished. According to the inherent color of the object, plus the boundary line of light and shade and projection, the early stage is basically divided into depth and light and shade. To put it bluntly, it is generous , the transition from dark to bright is skillful and natural, and the extra contours will be blended into the front or drawn into the background. No eraser is used in the whole process, and the dark part to the projection is easy and breathable. The gradient drawn by the software deeply shapes the visual center point from the side forward to the center forward, and then deepens and lightens the side area a little. When drawing, there is only the sound of breathing around, and Yi Chengyi is focused on himself, so I don’t feel it. I have been surrounded by layers like the teacher who was doing the color demonstration in the studio just now.Half-closed his eyes and looked back at the picture, Yi Chengyi put down the pencil, and then patted the lead dust on his hands. This picture took about one and a half classes, and before he could stand up, there was applause from behind, When he turned his head, Liu Xiang had already stood behind him at some point.

"It's really good. Even though it's such a small bird, it has mature skills and is methodical. The birdman in the studio can be saved."

What the hell, what is such a small one?He is 1.7 meters seven, okay?He is only 17 years old, and he is expected to break through 1.8 meters, 1.8 meters, 1.8 meters in this life. Say the important words three times!Also, what happened to the birdman in the studio...

"Okay, let me introduce, this is the bird man I told you about, the bird man who draws very well, bah, local tyrant, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, he is a student of the oil painting master Yi Yiqian, Yi Cheng Yi, works are usually signed by ycy, one of the few talented painters I know, ah, by the way, his younger brother Anderson Lynn is also a very powerful character, the circulation of his works in the market is very small, and the There are not a few awards, and most of his works are collected and exhibited by those famous art museums. If you have the opportunity to meet him, don't be as rude as kalara is to this teacher Yi in front of you."

"It's not rude." Yi Chengyi shook his head, he didn't know what expression to put on in this situation, he grinned and giggled as if he was a little timid, so he simply put on a deadpan face .

"Well, it's your luck that Mr. Yi didn't care. From now on, you must be in awe of these supernatural people. You know, geniuses are scary, and they are the closest to the devil."

Yi Chengyi: "..."

"It's your luck to see him modifying the painting today. Urge him to help you modify it when he is still young and hardworking. It will be to your benefit."

Yi Chengyi: "..."

"Okay, Teacher Yi just came to Hangzhou today, let him have a good rest, Kalara, remove your hand from Teacher Yi's hair, harassing the teacher is a morally corrupt behavior."

"Oh, but his hair is so soft."

It was only after saying this that Yi Chengyi realized that the girl named Kalara had stood behind him at some point and was picking at his hair with her fingers.

Clutching the back of his head and turning his head to look behind him like a conditioned reflex, Kalara smiled innocently and waved at him.

"Teacher, you are so cute. I just like your quality and seriousness."

Being teased blatantly as soon as he arrived, Yi Chengyi's face darkened a little, and he took a few steps back, keeping a certain distance from Kalara.

"Kalara, forget what I just said, be in awe of the supernatural crowd, you are blasphemy."

"Teacher, are you sick?" Kalara brushed her long brown hair, even after it was dyed and permed, it was still very shiny, and she picked up Yi Chengyi's revised painting with her index finger and thumb.

"This is mine, so I'll put it away first."

Generally speaking, this kind of painting, which is basically equal to the teacher's painting from beginning to end, should be placed in the studio for everyone to look at together.

But now Yi Chengyi is too lazy to care about this, he saw Yi Yiqian at the door, greeted Liu Xiang and left the studio.

To be honest, he was a little relieved to leave that place. Yi Yiqian asked him about the situation in the studio while driving. Yi Chengyi didn't know much about their overall level tonight, but about the teacher and the girl He had some doubts about some aspects of the students' three views. Tonight is almost the two of them at home, and Yi Chengyi has no time to communicate with others.

After pressing his temples, Yi Chengyi leaned back in the chair to relax, while Yi Yiqian focused on driving the car.

The place they live in now is a five-bedroom apartment. There are bathrooms in the two bedrooms. In addition to their respective living places, Yi Chengyi and Yi Yiqian also have a room for painting. After arriving home, Yi Cheng Yi went to take a shower and changed into pajamas, feeling like washing away the fatigue of the day.

Yi Yiqian made a pot of tea and was slowly sipping it, Yi Chengyi also poured himself a cup, then sat cross-legged on the sofa, watching the slowly rising mist blowing away ripples on the calm water.

"What kind of tea do young people drink at night? Drink a glass of milk and go to bed."

"I like drinking tea, but would you like a glass of milk? I'll make it for you."

"Okay, you drink and you drink."

Then the two sat quietly in the living room drinking tea, chatting from time to time, drank two small cups, Yi Chengyi opened the door and went back to his room, the luggage was not cleared, but the bed was simply made, there will be more tomorrow busy.

The phone on the bed before taking a bath was constantly flashing. When Yi Chengyi walked over and was about to answer it, the phone timed out and disconnected. It was an unfamiliar number, and there were already many missed calls from it. After more than ten seconds, the phone rang again, and Yi Chengyi put it to his ear after answering the call.

"Hello, who is it?"

There was no sound on the other end of the phone, and they remained silent. Yi Chengyi vaguely guessed who it was.

"Over the phone is expensive, Anderson."

"My family has shares in the communication company, and my number will never stop."

"But mine will stop."

"Then use the card I gave you."

"In this way, no one in China will talk to me on the phone anymore, and no one will be happy to find out that they are in arrears just after making a phone call with a person named Yi Chengyi."

"Then come to England."

"This is your real purpose, right, Anderson." Yi Chengyi sat on the bed and patted the soft quilt. At this moment, he felt very comfortable.

"Brother."

"Ah."

"Brother."

"Ah."

There was another long silence over there, Yi Chengyi waited patiently for him to speak, fiddling with the small pendants on the table with his fingers.

"I want to call your name."

Before his rebirth, Anderson would sometimes call him by his name, but basically only when he was in emotional ups and downs. It seemed that calling his name could narrow the distance between the two of them to some extent.

"It's time for me to sleep, Anderson."

"I want to hold you to sleep."

"As far as I know, it's not time to go to bed in your place."

"But I want to."

"study well."

"I think."

"It's useless to think about it."

"I miss you."

"..." His face was a little hot, Yi Chengyi shrank into bed and rolled into the quilt.

"do you miss me."

"..."

"Say you miss me." Anderson's tone became tough, and Yi Chengyi wanted to laugh inexplicably.Is this talking on the phone?and Anderson?This is the first time, right?

"You miss me." His voice trembled a little because he was holding back a laugh, and Anderson could be childish.

"Yes, I miss you." Anderson reluctantly agreed. "So you miss me?"

"Well, I think I miss you."

There was silence for a long time, Yi Chengyi felt that if this dragged on, he might not be able to hang up the phone, and he would really be in arrears.

"Anderson."

"Ah."

"I talked too long today and I won't answer your call tomorrow."

There was finally no silence this time, and Anderson quickly replied.

"Go to bed early, good night."

After rolling around on the bed and tightening the quilt, Yi Chengyi finally couldn't help laughing. Sure enough, Anderson was cuter when he was a boy. Why didn't he find out that he was actually so innocent before he was reborn.

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Driver: The young master seems to be in a good mood today.

Housekeeper: That's because he was on the phone with his boyfriend.

Driver: (⊙o⊙) So the young master is that one.

Butler: Is there something wrong, me too.

Driver: Actually, I too...