The Art of Raiders of Rebirth

When he woke up at about eight o'clock in the morning, Yi Chengyi finally woke up completely after washing up in a mess.After changing clothes, I started to organize the untouched luggage that was piled up in the room last night. There were not many things, but it still took more than an hour to go back and forth.Scratching his hair, Yi Chengyi walked out of his room. The second uncle was still sleeping in the dark, and he hadn't had a good rest for two days. He told Yi Chengyi last night that if he was still sleeping in the afternoon , must wake him up.

It seems that I want to go to the Academy of Fine Arts to take a look. Although I have not officially started my own courses, there is nothing wrong with getting acquainted with it beforehand.Yi Yiqian has been working as a teacher in the school for the past few years, so he has several years of teaching experience.He took out slices of bread and milk in the refrigerator and warmed them up for a while, then turned on the TV, then sat on the sofa and ate breakfast. After watching the live broadcast of sports events, Yi Chengyi turned off the TV out of boredom, and stretched his arms upwards Then he bent his waist backwards, opened the door of his studio and walked in, then pushed the door smoothly with his backhand without even looking at it.

There are shelves in the room, on which some plaster geometries and plaster heads are placed, and there are several pots and pans. The paint is placed in the bottom compartment, and there are some picture frames and basic materials.The painting that Yi Chengyi was painting was placed in the middle of the room. After thinking about it for a while, he picked up the palette and a few strips of paint, squeezed them out, and brushed a thin layer of turpentine on the screen. After the screen softened a little , and pressed the color that he had just slowly adjusted to the place he had been staring at for a long time.

Originally, he just wanted to paint a little and stop, because he planned to go to the studio to take a look at it in the afternoon, but he entered the state as soon as he painted. Cheng Yi's ears.Suddenly remembering that there was such a thing as asking Yi Yiqian to get up, Yi Chengyi murmured in his heart that it was not good, but he still slowly finished his work before opening the door unhurriedly and stretching out his upper body. He was still holding a palette and holding a paintbrush.

"Second uncle, I'm sorry, I forgot to check the time."

"It's okay, it's okay, there should be time, one by one, do you want to give you a ride?"

"what?"

"Didn't you say you were going to visit the studio today?"

Yi Yiqian picked up his coat, was still putting a scarf around his neck, and looked towards Yi Chengyi.

"Today... If there is no special need for me, I still won't go. I want to draw."

"Then I'll be leaving first. If you don't come back at night, remember to order takeaway by yourself... Well, forget it, if you still remember, then order."

"Oh, I should remember." Yi Chengyi watched Yi Yiqian go out, and then locked himself in the small dark room again.

The atmosphere among the students in the studio was a little lively. The children who were supposed to be painting peacefully hid behind the drawing boards and kept whispering to each other. From time to time, suppressed laughter came. Liu Xiang didn't need to come to the studio so often. Yes, but because the atmosphere was too active today, he had to come in every ten minutes, even this still didn't help, so he simply grabbed a student who was chattering a lot and changed it. Painting, the teacher still restrained a lot, but the number of people chatting is basically the same as before.

So you think he can't hear you if you deliberately lower your voice?Is he deaf?What kind of mentality do those subwoofers that can't even be called lowering the sound but only lowering the volume chat with others?

After repeatedly declaring silence several times to no avail, Liu Xiang finally got angry.

"Do you calculate how many days are left before the joint entrance exam? For art students, this is the first difficulty that needs to be overcome. What is your attitude like now? You are here one by one, giving me thoughts and thoughts. , Do you draw with your tongue or with your mouth? I think you don’t want to be admitted to the Academy of Fine Arts, do you?”

The atmosphere in the studio was silent for a while, and the brushing sound of the pencil moving could be heard. Liu Xiang continued to stand for a while, and then a female voice came out.

"Why didn't Teacher Yi come today?"

Kalara tilted his head and looked at Liu Xiang expressionlessly. The latter didn't feel any pressure from being stared at. Liu Xiang's brows were raised in a strange gesture, as if he thought this question was a bit ridiculous.

"Why does he come every day?"

"Isn't he the teacher of this painter?"

Perhaps this is also an idea shared by the people in the studio. Those things happened a little suddenly yesterday, and they were not prepared enough. Today, I wanted to face that outstanding and difficult person with a good appearance. Described as a person, but he was unexpectedly absent.

Liu Xiang held his forehead and laughed. He sat back on the stool and picked up a pencil to compare the relationship between the still life and the painting.

"If you have this idea in mind every day when you paint, then you just wait for the defeat in the battlefield. The salary conditions offered to him by the studio were very high at the beginning, but he himself asked for the normal salary of only an ordinary assistant. Salary, this shows that he has no intention of taking on the responsibilities of an assistant, because like you, next year's art test is also his battlefield, and he also needs a lot of practice. You can expect him to spend time here and me here The same amount of time? They are all about the same age, he can still be regarded as your junior, and the height he has reached can be shown by comparison, do you want to lose so much?"

"I know that you had some accidents during the training and wasted a lot of time. There may be many people who are better than you in the examination room, but even when facing someone who is better than you, you must embrace yourself and never Have the confidence to lose, if you don’t even have this, how can you win?”

Liu Xiang has already started to draw, and the restless atmosphere has eased. No matter how those students regard Yi Chengyi as a special existence, it is undeniable that no matter how powerful he is, he is still A growing student who, like them, needs to go through the path that all art students must pass.

After sinking down, he began to shape his own picture, and the studio seemed to fall into an unprecedented high concentration of spirit and attention.

Miracles do exist, and no one would not envy Yi Chengyi's experience, because he is by his side, so it can make people feel that they can catch up, even though they don't know that Yi Chengyi's experience in the earlier ten years What exactly did Yi go through to achieve such a smooth success like now.

The originally gloomy weather suddenly began to clear around three o'clock in the afternoon. The sudden brightness outside the window made the young man who was immersed in the learning atmosphere a little uncomfortable and blocked his eyes. The pen in his hand was still moving. The notes and key points have not stopped.The young man's handwriting is elegant yet powerful, and Xiang Qianran's gaze was originally placed on the book calmly, but when the teacher's notes came to an end, he turned his face and looked out the window. It made people feel dull all the time, the pupils had already adapted to the intensity of the light, and Xiang Qianran supported his chin and the left side of his face with his hand that was covering his eyes.

His eyes wandered back and forth between the leaves outside the window and the houses in the distance. Rather than watching the beautiful scenery bathed in golden sunlight, it might be better to say that he simply wanted to relax the two with this relaxing visual combination. The heavy mentality that has been unable to let go for days.

The upper eyelid drooped slightly, Xiang Qianran looked out of the window with a rare look of confusion and depression, even if he was in a daze without thinking about anything, as long as he could be liberated from that mood, even if it was only for a moment, he I don't want to be drawn back into that emotional vortex again.

Perhaps this is what it means to be a man who fails to fulfill his wish. He was called by the teacher who was writing mathematical formulas on the blackboard within a minute of his trance.

"Student Xiang Qianran, it's best not to distract yourself during class. I think you need to realize that every minute and every second now is a special moment for your future."

The turmoil in his heart became more intense, Xiang Qianran closed his eyes and turned his head to look at his notes again, obviously his fingers were moving along with the teacher's writing on the blackboard, but the annoyance that was clamoring strongly in his heart kept indicating He threw away the pen in his hand and rushed to the playground for a few laps.

And it is too simple.Before the teacher finished writing on the blackboard, he had already written out his ideas, and even marked the formulas applied one by one. It can only be said that even in this emotional state, his brain's thinking speed was not at all slow. affected.

The teacher rewrote a question for the students to think about. Xiang Qianran looked at the structure of the question, began to analyze it, and finally wrote out the result.Whether it is blackboard writing or problem-solving ideas, there is no problem. When the teacher passed by him, he originally wanted to remind him not to look out of the window, but finally gave up on this move.

For the student Xiang Qianran, almost all the substitute teachers are very good. Since entering school, he has always been in the top three of the grade. He treats his studies rigorously and seriously. The tasks assigned by the teacher can be meticulously completed. Ordinary He is not a nerd in his life, he is refined and full of his own thoughts, because he believes in the child's self-control ability, so if it is not particularly excessive, he will basically not restrict his personal development.

Although the number of times he was distracted today was a bit too much, but the teacher still didn't point out anything too much, because even if he didn't concentrate on class, his learning quality was still as good as ever.

After looking at the sunlight outside the window for a long time, it began to dazzle a little bit, Xiang Qianran squinted his eyes, and found that his eyes were a little out of focus because he had been staring outside.

Rubbing his eyes, he began to adjust to the level of light in the room.

It seems that the feeling of touching Yi Chengyi that day still remains on the lips, that feeling is like the first time induced by sex to create a fantasy beyond reality, the warm and soft touch is not as imagined It makes people feel nauseous, but another emotion that is constantly clamoring in the throat is clamoring crazily.

It's hard to imagine that he did this kind of thing in front of Yi Chengyi. He has always set up an extremely homophobic image in front of him, and he continued to use this as an excuse to suppress Anderson Lynn. However, he He was the one who couldn't control himself first, perhaps the fantasy about that night had already quietly formed in a place in his heart that was hard to be seen, but he had been severely suppressed by his consciousness, otherwise he would have stood there that night. Why did that uncontrollable impulse suddenly appear in front of Yi Chengyi?As if he had rehearsed countless actions in his heart, the behavior of not wanting him to stand in front of him normally was like a hungry beast finally breaking free from the iron cage.At that time, if Yi Chengyi hadn't reacted strongly and pushed him away like that, maybe... no, the answer is probably certain, even if he used a little violence, he would have fallen deeper and deeper with this friend of his for many years relation.

I don't know where the disgust was thrown. At that time, I really wanted to have sex with him, and not only a little, but also... wanted more.

The body used the clearest reaction to let him realize his needs before his mind was stubbornly closed, and he couldn't escape the spell-like feeling that followed him everywhere. Whenever he wanted to deny it all, he could always think of the tight The hug had a strong sense of existence when Yi Chengyi was sealed under him, and the kiss at a deeper level had already trampled all of Xiang Qianran's thought constraints into hell without any scruples.

Every time I think about this matter, I can recall the touch of the curse imprinted on my lips. The most hateful thing is that Xiang Qianran seems to have become obsessed with this kind of masochistic recollection.It was the first time that he got so close to Yi Chengyi. Although this was not the most in-depth physical communication he had ever tried, it was undeniable that this was the one that he couldn't let go of. For that kind of deeper matter, almost every time he would have the feeling of being scratched by a drug addict.

Strong sensory shocks are always accompanied by stronger ideological self-boredom, Xiang Qianran feels that he will soon be like a bomb about to explode, lightly turning into fragments and mixing into the air under the sunshine like today , and eventually melt into the dust.

But another place did not experience the guilt of being exposed to direct sunlight at all. The curtains were tightly pulled, and the current passing through the lamp tubes supported the stable light. The fusion between colors was here. The stable expression is on the canvas, and he does not have any superfluous thoughts except for the shaping without distraction.

The atmosphere is always floating in the air and maintains its relative silence. Yi Chengyi's paintbrush has no doubts at all, because each stroke is the effect produced by his imagination many times in his mind. His fingers were already so stiff that he couldn't move them.

With unimaginable seriousness and concentration, once Yi Chengyi enters the state of painting, he can stay silent for a whole day. At this time, the young man who has finished his day of schoolwork finally puts his reverie about that person on the two sides of his relationship. on my girlfriend of a week.

"like me?"

Embracing that soft body, the corner of the boy's mouth curled up a shallow arc, the beauty of which made people intoxicated.

"I've thought about it for a long time. Regarding this issue, I think that if you don't like it, you won't want to do it."

The girl tried harder to please the person in front of her, while he just stroked the girl's hair, the smile on his face was shattered by the coolness in his eyes.

If you don't like it, you won't want to do it.

The answer to this question put him already on the edge of darkness.

At the same moment, people on the other side of the earth are still thinking about whether to call or not because Yi Chengyi said that they will not answer the phone next time. They are obviously staring at the book intently, but the theme of thinking is running. But it has nothing to do with the content of the book.

Just when he was hesitating, it was time for the next arrangement.The butler in a black tuxedo bowed his head respectfully and said that the reserved class will start in 5 minutes.

Holidays can’t be called holidays at all for Anderson Lynn. He closed the book in his hand, and the neat cuffs of the white shirt used as an inner layer were exposed from the cuffs of the light gray round-neck sweater. His fingers were white and clear, Fingers of this length can better make each key of the piano overflow with clear and beautiful syllables.When he left, the fine dust in the air was swept up by the airflow, and became ethereal and ethereal under the sunlight, and fell on the slightly yellowed cowhide-bound bookcase, and the silver simple metal bookmark shone with a subtle luster that only belonged to it .

The author has something to say: I must finish writing this year before Chinese New Year! ! ! ! !