Return to the Road of God

How could Ye Yufan tell Guan Hongze the truth, he would never forget his fear of the official family, just like an animal's instinct for natural enemies.

He tried every means to avoid him, just because he was afraid that he would be bad for him if he knew the truth, not to mention that Ye Yufan didn't fully believe what Guan Hongze said just now, even though the content was sentimental.Therefore, Ye Yufan made up a reason casually, and believed that the other party could hear his rejection.

And at this moment, Guan Hongze stood up abruptly, grabbed Ye Yufan's arm, "I believe it! No matter what the truth is, I will believe you!"

The sudden change surprised Ye Yufan, the Guan Hongze he remembered was not such a relentless person.

Guan Hongze continued: "You were afraid of me and hated me before, is it related to Xia Xiaochuan's matter? You said that I look like a gangster who bullied you when you were young, but it's not true, right?"

That's right, if he really looks like a person Ye Yufan doesn't like, that person can only be Guan Linyun - his father!

"I know that you have an unusual relationship with Xia Xiaochuan. I have already told you everything about him. Besides, I don't know what the officials have done to Xia Xiaochuan, but if you know, please tell me. I, I am willing to make up for their harm to Mr. Xia."

Unexpectedly, Ye Yufan sneered after hearing the words: "Guan Hongze, in the story you told, your mother was killed by Xia Xiaochuan in a frenzy... Don't you hate him?"

Guan Hongze shook his head honestly. Although it was unreasonable, he did not hate it. Although his mother was also one of the victims of the accident, poor people must have something to hate.She knew that her father didn't love her, but she was still deeply involved in it, and even harmed others by all means, so she could only blame herself for that fate.

After hearing this answer, Ye Yufan didn't know why, but felt extremely irritable, and couldn't help but sarcastically said: "You don't hate him, but he hates you very much!"

"Why?" Guan Hongze didn't understand. He could understand that people who learned about Mr. Xia's experience hated him because his mother framed him several times, and Bai Changqing was also imprisoned because of his mother's death; he could also understand his father. He doesn't like himself because he doesn't love his mother, but he can't understand why Xia Xiaochuan hates himself...

Ye Yufan stared at him: "Because you are the son of Guan Linyun and Fang Ruoyao."

Guan Hongze was taken aback. In the conversation with Ye Yufan just now, he didn't mention his mother's full name. Why would Ye Yufan know?

"Let go." Ye Yufan broke away from Guan Hongze's hand, not wanting to continue confronting him.

"What the hell are you..." Guan Hongze wanted to ask Ye Yufan what he meant just now, but before he could ask, Ye Yufan left quickly.

Guan Hongze didn't go after him. He remembered what happened ten days ago. The scene where Ye Yufan was forced to go insane by him seemed to be still in front of his eyes... What did he say to make up for it? If Ye Yufan kept treating him like this, what could he do? make up?Guan Hongze sat down dejectedly, with a dazed expression on his face.

In an exhibition hall of the Royal Academy of Arts, the selection of the winners of the preliminary competition is in progress.

The ten judges are artists, art connoisseurs and related professors invited by the competition officials from all over the world, including Professor Murphy Rhodes of the Rhode Island School of Design, who has a lot of research in the field of art psychology and is good at Interpreting abstract paintings can better judge the age, mental state and other characteristics of the painter through the paintings.

A year ago, Andrew personally visited him in the United States and asked him to help interpret Ye Yufan's homework.Back then, Professor Rhodes interpreted the two works by one person as having different age spans!

Afterwards, Professor Rhodes kept in touch with Andrew, and also learned that Ye Yufan's work in Italy had attracted the attention of many professors and even the principal of the Royal Academy of Art, so he was well aware of SAFale's true identity.

This time, when he received the invitation to judge for the "Chris Fion Youth Art Competition", he immediately contacted Andrew, and after confirming that SAFale would participate, the [-]-year-old professor gladly accepted the invitation.

At this moment, the professor is screening the winning works with several artists of the same level. Because he is the oldest among the judges and is well-known in the art world, he is highly respected. The competition also specially arranged a judge for him Accompanied by assistants.

"Professor Rhodes, what do you think of this work?" The review assistant accompanying Professor Rhodes asked.

Professor Rhodes touched his chin and nodded: "Well, the nose is a bit crooked." The implication of this is "not very good".

The assistant thought: Well, it really is a professor, the requirements are really high!

After a while, he strongly recommended another work: "This painting looks pretty good!"

Professor Rhodes came over and took a look: "This kid has no expression on his face."

Assistant: "..." Well, it really is a professor who judges art very harshly!

"Hey, the painter of this painting looks like he has the skills of Chinese painting!" The assistant said again. At the moment, he was standing in front of an oil painting. Although it was an oil painting, it incorporated many Chinese painting techniques.

Upon hearing this, Professor Rhodes immediately walked over, took a closer look, and exclaimed, "It's pretty pretty."

Is this an advantage?The assistant burst into tears.

"Most Chinese paintings are mainly freehand brushwork, but this person uses Chinese brushwork to show realistic artistic conception, and the integration is not bad, which is really rare." Professor Rhodes finally gave a decent evaluation.

The assistant was elated: "Yes, it is indeed very strong to be able to complete such a high-precision oil painting in such a short period of time!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Professor Rhodes continued to look at the next picture.

"Eh?" the assistant asked, "Aren't you going to rate this work?"

All judges have 100 free points before the selection, and they can score the favorite works according to their own preferences and judgments. The 100 points can be divided into [-] works on average, or they can be given to one work at a time.

From entering the review exhibition hall to now, the assistant has accompanied Professor Rhodes to watch one-third of the time, but the professor has not given out a single point of the score.

Regarding the assistant's question, Professor Rhodes did not hesitate to give the reason: "No matter how good the painting is, it is also a high imitation."

"High imitation? What do you mean?" The assistant was puzzled.

Professor Rhodes: "It is most taboo to have similar styles in works of art. There is only one Monet, only one Van Gogh, and only one Picasso. There are no two similar artists in the world, let people remember them all."

Assistant: "You mean, the style of the painting just now overlaps with the existing ones?"

Rhodes nodded: "Do you still remember a piece of work that attracted the attention of many people in the themed exhibition of the Royal Academy of Art last year?"

Assistant: "You mean SAFale?"

Rhodes smiled and nodded: "That's right."

The assistant frowned: "Although SAFale's Italian Impression has also been analyzed to incorporate a lot of Chinese brushwork, in my opinion, it is still very different from the self-portrait just now."

Rhodes shook his head: "That's because you only see the appearance." As a professor who studies art psychology deeply, who can not be convinced by his evaluation?He can tell at a glance whether a work has been infused with the artist's soul.

After watching another third of the time, the assistant had already lost the enthusiasm at the beginning, and followed Professor Rhodes listlessly. The other party still hasn't given any points for any of the works... The assistant thought, the professor probably wanted to Let's read it first, and then give it to the second time, right?

At this time, Rhodes suddenly stopped in front of a painting.The assistant was very strange, there was only a simple pen sketch in front of him, and it was not finished yet, but Professor Rhodes looked at this drawing longer than any other.

"What do you think of this one?" Professor Rhodes asked him proactively.

"Ah..." The assistant was flattered, but to be honest, if he hadn't followed Professor Rhodes, he wouldn't have paid attention to such a painting at all.Because it is not only too ordinary, but also too scribbled.

However, since Professor Rhodes is so concerned, there must be something special about it, right?

The assistant looked again and said, "It's okay."

Rhodes: "Where can I go?"

A drop of sweat trickled down from the assistant's forehead: "The eyes are very lively."

That's right, the only thing that has been refined in the picture is the eyes, and the rest are expressed in a blurred way. At first glance, this person seems to have emerged from the fog.

Rhodes asked again: "Do you feel that these eyes are speaking to you?"

"... Is there any?" The assistant stood in front of the painting and looked at it for a while, and suddenly he found that the eyes of this person were full of contradictory emotions, both pure and vicissitudes, firm and confused, emotional and rational... ...The assistant looked more and more feeling the inner struggle, as if he felt empathy for the painter's contradiction...Involuntarily, more sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead.

Rhodes sighed: "This is the work I want to see. It is art to see a person's thinking about propositions and self-questioning, without exaggerating painting skills or artificial details, and directly expressing the painter's inner world. value of existence."

The assistant half understood: "Hmm..."

Rhodes looked at the assistant and said, "Let's score."

The professor is finally moved!The assistant quickly took out the pen and asked, "How much is the score?"

Rhodes: "100 points."

Assistant: (=口=) Professor, are you too bold?What if we see better works appearing in the future?

Rhodes seemed to hear the assistant's inner roar, and explained with a smile: "There is no work that may be better than this one, because there are two souls in this painting."

……

The next day, the list of winners was published on the official website of the competition, with a total of 24 winners, and the winning works were simultaneously exhibited in Hall [-] of the Royal Academy of Arts.

The contestants can't wait to log on to the website to check——

"Ah, none of us were selected..." Xia Jing sighed sadly.

"As expected." The leading teacher's mentality is quite good.

"Look, there is Fu Tingxin!" Huang Chunyao exclaimed excitedly, "Eh? He painted oil paintings!" All the winning works were scanned into small pictures and uploaded to the official website, and the names of the corresponding painters were displayed on the homepage.

Xia Jing was startled, and asked in surprise, "Is this his self-portrait?"

Zhu Yu asked: "Didn't you say that he didn't move at all while painting?"

Xia Jing stared at the screen without saying a word, and said after a long time: "It's not him."

Huang Chunyao: "What do you mean?"

Xia Jing shouted: "This person is not the same as the one I saw that day!"

Zhu Yu and Huang Chunyao: "..."

Soon, several people came to the No. [-] exhibition hall of the Royal Academy of Art together with the leading teacher. Although the exhibition hall was open to the public, it was full of people at the moment, and there were already relevant staff guarding the door, restricting entry There was a lot of traffic, and they queued for more than ten minutes before entering.

"It's really an oil painting!" Xia Jing looked at the work in front of her in disbelief, and the English name of the artist - T.ShinFu was pasted on the bottom of the work. Can't finish it!"

Xia Jing: "Impossible... If this person is Fu Tingxin, then who was the person I saw yesterday?"

The other two no longer wanted to pay attention to this unreliable companion. After appreciating Fu Tingxin's works, they naturally bowed down and went to other people's works.

"Hey, can this kind of painting be selected?" Zhu Yu frowned looking at one of the works, "The painting is so sloppy!"

Huang Chunyao also came over, took a look and shouted: "His name!"

Zhu Yu moved his gaze to the bottom of the so-called "scribbled" work, and exclaimed, "Damn, SAFale!"

The author has something to say: Note: Xia Jing has nothing to do with the Xia family, she is just a passerby.