because i'm pretty

On the red carpet and the main venue of the film festival, the exquisite ice sculptures shine even more brilliantly under the spotlight.

The entire opening ceremony lasted for 4 hours, and the 30-degree outdoor temperature just allowed them to complete the melting process, and the carefully carved ice cubes disappeared, revealing the more expensive film bronze sculptures inside.

Numerous broadcast signals have been transmitted to all parts of the world, witnessing the process of this set of art works from life to immortality.

"He still uses this idea, isn't he afraid of being seen?" Yuan Zhiming flipped through his phone, "Look, some people here said that they seem to have seen each other, that they seem to have seen a shopping mall do similar activities..."

Yuan Zhiming lowered his head and busily read, took the packed lunch box handed over by the waiter, and asked, "How do you think he will respond?"

"You overestimate your boyfriend too." Li Yikai pulled Yuan Zhiming to prevent him from hitting the glass, and said helplessly, "I guess he must have prepared an excuse, but I can't guess what it is..."

"You can't even guess it." Yuan Zhiming was lost, but quickly figured it out: "But it doesn't matter what he will do, I just want to complete what I want to do."

Li Yikai held his wrist: "Then can you put down your phone and cross the road seriously now?"

Yuan Zhiming didn't look at his phone all day.

By the next day, someone had already thought of him—artworks from the Hongda Mall and the auction had been found out, and someone was on Weibo @园之明, waiting for his personal response.

However, there was no movement on Yuan Zhiming's Weibo, and the matter became even more confusing.

A few days later, Gu Changfeng accepted an exclusive interview with an art media and talked about his inspiration and process of creation in detail.

"About 20 years ago, I went to Northeast China for the first time to see ice sculptures. I was very shocked, but due to technical limitations, I never had a suitable opportunity to set foot in it. Until I met the opportunity of the film festival, it was a hit."

The reporter asked him: "This work is a movie scene before it melts, and the movie characters appear after it melts. How did such an idea come about?"

Gu Changfeng responded calmly: "Four or five years ago, I had the opportunity to meet the ice sculpture teacher who cooperated this time. We talked about many implementation methods. This time, the idea can be said to start from the basic technology, combined with the theme of the movie. of……"

"There is one more question," the reporter said: "Recently, many netizens are saying that this set of works is similar to a young artist's previous works, which has sparked a lot of discussion. Have you heard of it? "

"I don't really read these things, and I don't know what everyone's discussing." Gu Changfeng smiled: "As for the artist and his works, I think you are talking about Yuan Zhiming?"

"I used to admire him very much, but..." He shook his head, and suddenly sighed quite meaningfully: "If you want to train a newcomer, sometimes it's counterproductive to teach a newcomer..."

The interview video ends here.This ambiguous statement was quickly taken out for discussion.

At the same time, "enthusiastic netizens" sent out the fact that Gu Changfeng once bid for Yuan Zhiming's works, and the photos of him and Yuan Zhiming communicating together behind the Hongda unveiling event.

"Just kidding. If Mr. Gu wants to plagiarize, how can he be so high-profile?"

"It's just an implementation method, and the meaning of the expression is completely different. Can't we talk about plagiarism? Can't others use it? What's the point of discussing this?"

"The significance lies in the fact that their works are dominated by form. If there is no form of melting ice, the core will be mediocre."

"But I've seen Yuan Zhiming's hugging work, and it was very touching to see it live. On the contrary, Gu Changfeng has become more and more commercialized in recent years, and has been reduced to the level of competing with newcomers for ideas."

"Upstairs, who is robbing who? Didn't you notice the word "blessing all the money?" Obviously, Mr. Gu has been supporting Yuan Zhiming and providing him with his own technical ideas. As a result, Yuan Zhiming's works never I didn’t mention Teacher Xie Gu, he was the one who robbed.”

"If Yuan Zhiming comes out to speak for Gu Changfeng at this time, he still has a conscience."

……

Countless voices filled the online world, but Yuan Zhiming remained silent.

The Gu Changfeng studio released a set of news pictures - "Gu Changfeng donated to his alma mater to help cultivate new artists"

The discussion of public opinion is becoming more and more intense, and the tendency is becoming more and more one-sided.

Even Yuan Songqing, who was lying in the hospital, saw these rumors.

"For so many years, the world has not changed at all." The words "white-eyed wolf" on the screen of the mobile phone are still very dazzling. Yuan Songqing took off his reading glasses and threw them aside, but Yuan Zhiming looked like he had nothing to do with him. Unhurriedly pack the luggage for discharge.

"Knowing that it hasn't changed, we still need to watch," Yuan Zhiming came over and took the phone away. "Whatever they say, it will change in a few days."

Yuan Songqing opened his mouth, he wanted to ask Yuan Zhiming if he really planned to have a complete showdown?Is there any wiggle room?Will it still be a disadvantage... But when the words come to the tongue, I feel that my life is enough to go around in circles, why bother to meddle with him?

Only when he saw Li Yikai, did he dare to ask a few times secretly: "You won't mess around? You have to watch him."

Li Yikai shook his head and smiled, deliberately said helplessly: "I can't control this matter."

Yuan Songqing was also helpless, and finally said: "His mother and I were doing the same thing back then, but he is different. If the trouble with Gu Changfeng is so ugly... After all, he is his biological father."

Li Yikai peeled the lotus pods one by one, and the big pearls and small pearls fell on the porcelain plate. He said: "For Yuan Zhiming, you are his only father. He did this to settle the regrets of Aunt Yuan and you. Also for himself, but not against anyone. He knows it better than anyone else."

"Yes", Yuan Songqing sighed with a smile: "This character is like his mother, and even a little bit of ancient style... I can't do it."

Li Yikai nodded, he thought, he can't do it, so Yuan Zhiming is precious.

That night, the college student art fair released an official poster, and Yuan Zhiming's name immediately attracted a wave of cynicism, but he was used to it, and even thought it was free publicity for the fair.

It’s just that the organizers of the market were very emotional—they were all art students who hadn’t graduated. After working with Yuan Zhiming, half of them liked him very much, and half of them were impressed by his talent, and they heard him say it again. The real cause and effect of the film festival is already somewhat aggrieved.

Now seeing that the activities I have worked so hard to prepare are full of negative comments, several people immediately couldn't help posting on Weibo.

Yuan Zhiming was slightly surprised: "Aren't they afraid of getting burned?"

After hesitating for a while, he silently sent a sentence in the group: "Actually, it's okay, everyone, don't be so excited, don't affect the activity."

Instead, he was attacked. Qiu Linlin called, accusing him of being timid and fearful.

"What master is not a master? Could it be possible to cover the sky with one hand and prevent our market from being held?" Qiu Linlin said angrily, "That's just right, when the time comes to expose his hypocrisy, support emerging artists while suppressing students... "

Yuan Zhiming was knocked unconscious by the cannonball, and he interrupted after a while: "Actually, if this exhibition goes well, my work is already a response..."

"Brother, we all support you because of your works, but those old-fashioned believers don't read your works. If you are such a Buddha, you can only wait to be sprayed. These people have no brains..."

In the end, Qiu Linlin ended the conversation with the sentence "Where there is oppression, there is resistance."Li Yikai laughed beside him with crow's feet.

Yuan Zhiming grabbed the hair on his forehead and said distressedly: "I am four or five years older than her, why is there such a big generation gap?"

"If you were her, you would do the same," Li Yikai rubbed him and said.

"I don't know, I didn't pay much attention to these before." Yuan Zhiming thought for a while, "If in the future, I think I will...if they also encounter similar things."

He suddenly laughed to himself: "It feels good to be supported by so many people."

Li Yikai lay on the bed looking at him, and said deeply: "There will be more people supporting you in the future."

"Would it be?" Yuan Zhiming lay beside him, looking at the chandelier above his head: "It won't be after 20 years that I will become Gu Changfeng, right? And then I will be called an old antique."

After speaking, both of them suppressed their voices and laughed for a while, Li Yikai stretched out his hand, put Yuan Zhiming on his arm, and said, "I don't think so."

"Are you so serious?" Yuan Zhiming glanced at him: "I'm just kidding, I won't."

"I mean, I just thought of it..." Li Yikai was very serious, "Gu Changfeng was anxious to find a successor, and wanted to fulfill his wish to be famous in history, but maybe he didn't expect that in the present and future era, there is no need to He's like a lone star."

Yuan Zhiming quickly understood what he meant, and thought for a while—"Can art really be de-elitized?"

"The audience is getting wider and wider, and the right to speak is gradually being grasped by more people. Everything is changing in this direction." Li Yikai turned around, "Maybe what we do, although it sounds like serving capital, is also promoting art. to more people."

"I think you are right," Yuan Zhiming admitted after thinking about it: "Maybe one day, art and artists will not be superior. People will look at them like watching a movie or a commercial. Without those No one thinks they are more advanced or noble. In this way, everyone can survive well and create with a hundred flowers.”

……

It was a very good and distant imagination, and the two of them couldn't stop talking until Yuan Zhiming didn't know what to think of, and burst out laughing.

"If Lucifer heard what you said today," he explained, "he might change his mind about you a lot."

"He changed his opinion of me?" Li Yikai was instantly upset: "What does he think of me? When did I provoke him?"

Yuan Zhiming said "Oh, he's not targeting you, he just doesn't like things related to the capital market..."

Li Yikai sneered: "Don't like it? Then why didn't you see him go to the wilderness to survive? They just say they don't like it, why don't they think about it when they spend money on food and clothing..."

"Okay, okay, stop!"

Yuan Zhiming regretted it, and was also annoyed that he still hadn't figured out Li Yikai's explosive point.

"Never mind whether he likes it or not, I like you, I like you the most." He turned over and stood up, looked at Li Yikai from top to bottom, kissed him and said, "Isn't that enough?"

Li Yikai's complexion improved a bit, but the corners of his mouth were still tense, and he said awkwardly, "Not enough."

"Then... I love you?"

"Is this a question sentence?"

"No, no," Yuan Zhiming leaned over and clasped Li Yikai's hand, the two rings touched together, he put Li Yikai's hand on his heart, and said seriously: "I love you Li Yikai."

"Don't be angry," he rubbed his lips against Li Yikai's face: "It's been a long time since we've been in the hospital to accompany us, we haven't made video calls, we're lying together chatting like this, don't waste time getting angry."

Li Yikai was itchy from being rubbed by him, and avoided laughing: "Then continue chatting, what are you doing now?"

"Can't it?" Yuan Zhiming unbuttoned his pajamas.

"Your dad is in the next room..."

"He was already asleep."

"Yuan Zhiming", Li Yikai helplessly grabbed the back of his neck, and lifted him up from between his collarbone: "Why are you not... not embarrassed at all?"

"What's so embarrassing?" Yuan Zhiming was very calm, and asked again: "Is it not possible?"

Li Yikai didn't speak or move.

During the stalemate, Yuan Zhiming suddenly remembered something, he lowered his head and lay on Li Yikai's body, his messy curly hair arched, and he called out in his ear.

"Shut up," Li Yikai scolded him in a low voice.

"Brother", Yuan Zhiming yelled endlessly several times, and laughed: "Li Yikai, you reacted, so you like me calling you that."

"Go away, I just reacted."

"Then you won't let me?"

"..."

It was rare for Li Yikai to be pinched by Yuan Zhiming, and his ears immediately turned red.

"Then be gentle," he reached out to turn off the light, "no sound is allowed."

"You don't want to make a sound," Yuan Zhiming said while grinding his teeth.

……

The moonlight shrouded the gardenia tree in the yard, the white light merged with the white petals, and the fragrance of flowers spread to the night sky along with the moonlight. This night was full of fragrance, and it was hard to tell where it came from.

The next day, the world was still changing slowly and zigzag.

The speeches of a few students were quickly overwhelmed by the "believers" of Gu Changfeng;

A few days later, in an interview, Wang Daqi praised Gu Changfeng for always being willing to discover and support newcomers;

Not long after, someone dug up Yuan Zhiming's past experience—he was frequently rejected by the exhibition hall, and he didn't emerge until "The Temperature of Embrace"... It seems that he was able to be noticed only with the help of Gu Changfeng.

Not many people really pay attention to his other works.

Until two weeks later, the Art Fair for College Students opened in Beijing.