The Art of Raiders of Rebirth

The boy's cold gaze was only on the empty seat by the window. The table was full of books, which looked messy and very bad.

"Where is the person in the last vacant seat of the six groups?"

The mandarin he blurted out was clean and crisp in the silent classroom, and his voice had not changed at the age of ten, so Anderson's voice was relatively immature. I'm a bit unaccustomed to this change, but it also makes it clear that there really is Anderson, who was not close to strangers in his childhood, really exists here.

When he was asked, Yi Chengyi didn't dare to express himself, his heart was so tense that it seemed to jump out of his chest, and there was a pressure to repeat history that firmly suppressed all his thoughts.

For the first time, he felt that Anderson was like a devil holding a scythe of judgment.

Sure enough, I shouldn't be painting!Yi Chengyi wanted to cry without tears, he was so remorseful that he was about to grit his teeth, isn't this an act of death?Sure enough, from the beginning to the end of his rebirth, he only shouldered a historical mission, that is, he will not draw if he is killed!Look, look, it just broke once, and trouble came like a tornado.

The children in the classroom began to discuss like offering treasures. In their remote place, foreigners will always only exist in fairy tales. This is almost synonymous with foreign style. Go to the village and brag for months of inexplicable glory.

Yi Chengyi always maintains a feeling of being in a vacuum. He doesn't seem to hear any sound, but the surrounding noise is terribly noisy, and there is a sense of crisis that is about to be exposed all over his body. He hugs his legs tightly and holds the His head was buried in his knees.

"who are you."

As expected, Xiang Qianran still had a bit of demeanor. When he faced outsiders calmly, the serious lawyer's appearance when he confronted others in court in his previous life seemed to come back to Yi Chengyi's eyes.

He, Yi Chengyi, really likes gentle scum like Xiang Ergou the most! ! !

He was so moved that he almost cried, he suddenly wanted to see the confrontation between the two.

"I have something to find the owner of that location." Anderson replied formatted, as if the person he was talking to was an NPC in the game.

"He has something to go out, you can look outside." Xiang Qianran raised his head slightly, and turned to the outside of the door with a little disdain.

"But I didn't meet anyone going down the way." Anderson's words indicated that he believed that the owner who threw the ball of paper was in this building.

Schools in the countryside are very simple. The junior high school and elementary school where Yi Chengyi is located are actually the same place, but the floors are different. There are only four floors in total. The primary school is on the left and the junior high school is on the right. There are few people, so there are even a few empty classrooms .

Anderson followed Yi Yiqian to school to see his nephew. He was not interested in Yi Yiqian's nephew, but judging from Yi Yiqian's strange temper, if he didn't follow him all the time, he would have more reasons Let's say Anderson is joking and dishonest.

Anderson is a serious person, and he can only bear his temper in the face of Yi Yiqian's unreasonable troubles.He was walking around downstairs, but suddenly a hand stretched out from the third floor, and then threw a ball of paper in the middle of the road seven meters ahead of him.

He heard from his stepmother from China that there are some people in China who are of poor quality, but there are some people like that in every country, so don’t worry too much about it, so Anderson went over to pick up the ball of paper, intending to find a trash can to throw it away, but Bo The brush strokes in the thin paper aroused his interest, so he opened the crumpled paper.

The face of the man on the picture is not the oriental feature that is common here, the outline and facial features are more like the appearance of a Western man. Anderson gently smoothed the fragile paper and looked at the painting carefully. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that there was something wrong. But that was just an indescribable feeling. What surprised him the most was that there was a person who could be painted like this in this seemingly poor and barren place.This kind of clean and delicate but decisive and unrestrained strokes, with no redundant tone in each row, is obviously written by someone with many years of experience in picture creation.

But according to Yi Yiqian, it seemed to be a junior high school classroom.

"Maybe the person you're looking for is from the third grade upstairs." Xiang Qianran pointed to the upstairs, and Anderson ignored him. He put his hands in his trouser pockets, and there were tiny scratches on his black mid-calf boots on the concrete floor. Dust is lifted by the air current.

It's just that when he was a child, he already had an arrogance that made people have to bow his head. This was not only due to his rich family environment, but also because he was born with various capitals superior to others.

The direction he was walking was Yi Chengyi's position. Xiang Qianran originally wanted to prevent this [-] million stranger from entering and leaving his classroom at will during class hours, but once he left his seat, Yi Cheng shrank into a lump inside. Art will be discovered.

What Xiang Qianran couldn't bear the most was, why did those bastards show such disgusting expressions that the world has become a better place when that foreign kid walked by them? ! ! !What are you kidding, he is the class monitor, this is his territory, the teacher is not here, he is in charge!

Xiang Qianran was about to rush up to beat him up, but Yi Chengyi was holding his leg firmly underneath, and the shape of his mouth seemed to say 'impulsion is the devil'.

Anderson stopped after walking to Yi Chengyi's desk. He fixedly looked at the children's painting that was spread out on the desk for you to watch. He stretched out his hand and turned a few pages back. blank.

He took out the crumpled drawing paper in his hand, carefully compared the tear marks, and came to the conclusion that it was indeed something torn from this book.

"I said why are you hiding? They have made it clear that they must find you." Xiang Qianran violently kicked Yi Chengyi who was holding his leg, and Yi Chengyi simply let go of his leg, Then he pinched him, and then he was kicked out by Xiang Ergou roughly.

"Xiang Ergou, why are you kicking people!" Yi Chengyi rubbed his red right arm, sat on the ground and looked at Xiang Qianran, Xiang Qianran walked past Yi Chengyi, and then patted the table .

"What are you playing hide-and-seek with? One by one, if you really smashed it, someone would come out and say sorry, wouldn't it be over! Can a paper ball be smashed into a concussion?" Xiang Qianran stared at Yi Chengyi, and Yi Chengyi was almost on the verge of crying at this moment.

The problem is that he didn't do anything wrong, he just drew a picture that shouldn't be drawn, and then happened to be picked up by Anderson and ran upstairs to find someone, blame him? ? ?

But speaking of it, Yi Chengyi became bolder after being kicked out.What's the matter?He just doesn't draw, even if he has the golden finger of talent brought by a rebirth, he doesn't draw!Can Anderson tear him apart?

Anderson saw Yi Chengyi who was sitting on the ground rubbing his arms, and walked straight towards him. He squatted down halfway, his blue eyes were pure and clear, and at this moment, Yi Chengyi's picture of "a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water" was reflected in it. Hot face.

"You drew it?" He held the drawing paper that was neatly folded twice and put it in front of Yi Chengyi. Yi Chengyi stared at his face in a daze, then pulled the paper with one hand, crumpled it into a ball and swallowed it abdomen.

"Did I kill Sen (what did I draw...?" Yi Chengyi chewed the ball of paper in his mouth, raised his eyebrows and looked at Anderson whose face had cooled down. The other party was angry and made no secret of it. It touched Yi Chengyi's chewing cheeks and prevented him from swallowing lead.

"Lead is poisonous, don't you know?"

"I, Jidao (know..." The smell of paper balls and pencil dust slowly spread in his mouth, Yi Chengyi felt a little nauseous.

"Spit it out." Anderson let go of Yi Chengyi's face, then stood up and looked down at Yi Chengyi.In fact, Yi Chengyi wanted to vomit a long time ago, the dry and bitter taste was even more intoxicating than the Banlangen instant noodles.

He rushed to the trash can at the back of the classroom and spat out the ball of paper, along with a bit of stomach acid.

Well, now there is no evidence, nothing can prove that he is a person who can draw!

The teacher happened to come after Yi Chengyi vomited, and behind her was Yi Yiqian, an uncle with a little beard. She originally wanted to ask Yi Chengyi to come out. The art class was already the last class, and now it is very difficult. Class is about to end, and Yi Yiqian is going to pick up Yi Chengyi.

At this time, the female teacher's eyes focused on Anderson.

"This... is he?" The female teacher looked at Anderson blankly, and Yi Yiqian patted her on the shoulder to indicate that she was fine.

"He's coming for me." Yi Yiqian shook his head, and Anderson looked at Yi Yiqian and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket.

"You taught him to draw?" Anderson unfolded the paper in his hand, and Yi Chengyi saw at a glance that it was clearly what he tried his best to destroy.

"Oh!" Yi Chengyi pounced on Anderson, who seemed very uncomfortable being touched by his body, and the picture in Anderson's finger was taken by Yi Yiqian, but Yi Chengyi didn't know it.

After reading it, Yi Yiqian folded the painting and put it back in his pocket, and grabbed Yi Chengyi's back collar in a manic state with a serious face.

"Let's go out and talk about something." Yi Yiqian stripped Yi Chengyi off Anderson like a chicken, and Anderson straightened his crumpled clothes and followed Yi Yiqian.

What Yi Chengyi swallowed was the picture of my father, younger brother, and me. Anderson was sensitive and delicate. He realized that Yi Chengyi might not be that enthusiastic about painting and even wanted to hide it, so he left it in advance. First hand.

When I was a child, I was a black-bellied seedling, so what happened when I grew up!Yi Chengyi slandered secretly, the pencil dust in his mouth seemed to spread through the tip of his tongue again.

The three of them walked downstairs, Yi Yiqian still held on to Yi Chengyi's back collar with a serious face, Yi Chengyi struggled a few times, but was taken to death.

"Second uncle, let me go if you have anything to do, let's sit down and talk about it?"

The school was not big, and he walked out of the school gate in a few steps. Yi Yiqian took out the painting in his hand and spread it out, pointing at the sketch that had been slightly blurred and looking at Yi Chengyi.

"One by one, tell the second uncle honestly, who taught you how to draw?"

Anderson was a little surprised, because he always thought that this boy was taught by Yi Yiqian, but now it seems that things have changed a bit, and Yi Yiqian did not teach him.

Yi Chengyi looked at the dust blown up by the wind on the road, and was so depressed that he didn't speak.

He has never been out of Dalian Village since he was a child, and the people in the village basically belong to the type of pencil you tell him. He knows that there is a Zhonghua brand that can be bought for children to write. What is [-]B? I don't know anything about the stuff, where can I move out an expert in this world to teach him how to draw in such an environment?

Yi Chengyi froze for a moment, then suddenly became dazed, his eyes were dim and stiff, and his voice was sinister and treacherous.

"I am an ancient painter, attached to this little boy, don't bother me." Anderson's slightly surprised expression seemed to be believed, while Yi Yiqian closed his eyes and slapped the playful Yi Chengyi's face directly threw people out of a circle.

"You boy, don't be poor with me. Are you saying it or not?"

Yi Chengyi covered his face, looking at Yi Yiqian with aggrieved face.

"I had a dream a few days ago, and I drew this painting in my dream. I didn't expect the nightmare to come true today." Yi Chengyi almost burst into tears, "I'm probably dreaming and haven't woken up yet. !"

Yi Yiqian picked up Yi Chengyi's collar, and raised his hands blankly as if to slap him again.

"Don't, don't! Second uncle! No one taught me, I painted it myself! I don't like painting, I really don't like it!!!" Yi Chengyi hurriedly covered his face, fearing that the slap would come back again. It landed on his face, and the gold stars that had been hit before his eyes hadn't dissipated.

Yi Yiqian let go of Yi Chengyi, then looked at Anderson with his hands crossed in front of his chest.

"Do you think he is talented?"

Anderson looked at Yi Chengyi rubbing his face and walking swayingly, the light in his eyes was somewhat indescribable.

"Yes, he's very talented."

...So, Yi Chengyi's talent was slapped out.

"Eldest nephew, draw with me." Yi Yiqian turned his attention to Yi Chengyi again.

"Second uncle, don't, I don't paint! I really don't paint! I don't know what a talent is, I just want to help my father grow some fields at home!"

Anderson's expression was a little gloomy, while Yi Yiqian raised his eyebrows.

"Nephew, do you know how many years ordinary people have to practice to draw the thing you draw? Three years, at least three years! Three years to learn a set of basic art, and you just paint it casually. This is a talent. Do you understand?"

Yi Chengyi shook his head desperately, shaking his head while waving his hands to refuse. "No, no, no! I just painted this thing because I was really bored. I really don't want to paint. If you ask me to paint, you will kill me... Teach him! Second uncle, teach him, teach him! I I think this handsome guy is the talented person you mentioned!" Yi Chengyi grabbed the wrist of Anderson who was standing beside him, and pulled him to Yi Qianqian's side, looking good at this young man. Looking like a big matchmaker in the sky, Anderson wanted to struggle away, but seeing Yi Chengyi's pleading face, he held back the impulse in his heart.

"How do you know this kid has a talent for drawing?" Yi Yiqian looked at Yi Chengyi's confident face, and Yi Chengyi tugged Anderson's hand, "Tell me, can you draw better than me? You are obviously so powerful!"

Yi Chengyi still kept his understanding of Anderson on the unsurpassable classic. Anderson was already a deadly natural barrier in his heart, but what he didn't realize was that Anderson was only ten years old now, no matter how talented he was There is no way to surpass a person who has devoted himself to painting for more than ten years.

Since childhood, Anderson has always faced other people's arrogant guy with the attitude of a winner, but this stupid and stunned person in front of him is indeed the first time that he has tasted the so-called inferiority of failure.

Anderson was honest, nodding in acknowledgment of his defeat, despite his displeasure.

"I can't draw better than you at the moment."

At this moment, Yi Chengyi is like a fried bird that has been struck by a thunderbolt from the blue.

Is Anderson dazed?How dare you admit that you are inferior to others? ? ?