The Art of Raiders of Rebirth

Waking up in a dream, feeling like falling from a valley, Yi Chengyi suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the light blue bed sheet in the room.It was getting dark, Yi Chengyi calmed down his still a little out of tune heart rate, propped up his body and sat up with his forehead, closed his eyes and rested for a while.There seemed to be a person sitting on the stool at the side, Yi Chengyi looked at the person carefully, probably because the dream was too real and felt like a world away, although he was very familiar with that person, he still felt a little strange.The other party's legs were crossed, and his eyes were his unique disdain without making any expression. Unlike Anderson's dismissive look, this person's violent and violent always makes people itch.

"Although it is indistinct, you just called 'Anderson', are you sick?"

I calmly recalled my dream just now, sick!It must be because of that Anderson who has a strong sense of life now stimulated him to recall some things in the past.After waking up from the dream, it seems that there is always an inexplicable sense of melancholy, but in fact, it seems to be the same when I calm down.Yi Chengyi sat on the bed, looked at Yi Chengyi with an unusual expression, Xiang Qianran lowered his eyebrows, and spoke lightly. "Aren't you going to come to school in the future?"

"Probably, but I can still come and play with you, our house is so close."

There is no light in the room, and the dim light outside the window is not enough for people to see the corners of the room clearly. There is an atmosphere of silence between the two of them, just like in a certain movie where something is quiet but something is surging fragments.It's rare for Xiang Qianran not to pull the relationship between the two into the feeling of a landlord's son and a poor peasant. Such a calm conversation with a sense of strangeness rarely occurs even in previous lives.

Xiang Qianran didn't speak, he put his hands on the table at one side, and then supported his head, his eyes were plain but meaningful, the room was almost dark, but everything was covered with a layer of sunset yellow. The light, fine strands of hair are attracted by gravity due to the inclination of the body and change the sliding direction.

After about a while of silence, Xiang Qianran's voice sounded.

"My mother and I are just shields in that man's hands. From the moment the relationship is confirmed, we are doomed to be abandoned. He is a disgusting person who is extremely selfish."

In my impression, this seems to be the first time Xiang Qianran talked to Yi Chengyi about his father who didn't come home all the year round when he was a child.

"I hate the feeling of being abandoned. I hate it so much that I can't attach it."

Yi Chengyi didn't know how to answer this kind of question. If he wanted to appease Xiang Qianran at this time, he was afraid that he would only make things worse. There is also very little experience. Although this is not the first time that Xiang Qianran has let go of his domineering appearance in front of him, Yi Chengyi has never learned how to comfort him, because he has no idea what Xiang Qianran wants. What is it... If it is said that he wants not to be abandoned, Yi Chengyi will not do this, who will abandon him?Abandoning the word is too sentimental...

"I won't, I'm afraid that the landlord's son will take over the rented land from my family." Yi Chengyi obviously didn't know how to comfort her, and what she said made people laugh and cry.

"By the way, you can't really be beaten, right? I brought salt, do you want to try it?" Xiang Qianran suddenly changed his face, took out a small thing from his pocket, stood up and walked over , kneeling on one knee on the bed and leaning forward slightly, the threatening movement was done in one go, and Yi Chengyi rolled into the corner of the bed as if he had been trampled hard on his foot. He is not particularly tall. If his current figure is two-thirds of his adult size, then this scene will not be just like children playing around, and no one knows what the bed is.

"No, no need, my dad didn't hit me, others are fine, you go away first." Yi Chengyi always maintained a posture of resistance, this extremely oppressive state made him feel very uncomfortable.

There is almost no light outside the window, and the dark blue has thickened to dark black, and the traces of the clouds burned out when the sun sets can be vaguely discerned.Xiang Qianran was silent for a while, then put the small bag in his hand beside Yi Chengyi.At the moment they were placed very close, the magnetic fields generated around them interfered with each other, and it was a bit itchy to be so close to scratching, but this feeling disappeared after the other party stood up straight.

"Why give me salt?" As soon as Xiang Qianran moved away, Yi Chengyi seemed to be relieved, the oppressive feeling disappeared.

"Who said it's salt, you should get up and eat, I bet you sleep so much in the afternoon, you won't be able to sleep at night."

He glanced at Yi Chengyi with that normal look, then stretched out his hand to open the door.Ever since Yi Chengyi was driven to Yi Chengsan's room, Yi Chengsan was forced by Xiang Qianran's threat to go back to his room if he had nothing to do, so he could only play downstairs in despair. As soon as Xiang Qianran came out, he Seeing Anderson leaning against the door of Yi Chengyi's former room, his eyes were cold, as if he wanted to nail Xiang Qianran to the wall.

After closing the door, he looked back at Anderson with the strength of his eyes without any hesitation, and there seemed to be some inexplicable resentment mixed in it.

"His hands and eyes can touch the farther world. You should take back your paranoid desire to possess. If you restrain him in the name of a friend, I will not tolerate it."

"It's as if you know him very well. I'm his friend. Of course I'll think about him. What are you? What right do you have to say that to me?"

"I don't need to maintain any relationship with him. I just need to see his art, and it's enough that you don't hinder him." Anderson raised his head slightly, his gaze cold and disdainful.

They were all dismissive replies, and perhaps the contradictions began to accumulate gradually when they met for the first time.

Yi Chengyi did not suffer from insomnia as predicted by Xiang Qianran, he was indeed energetic at first, but when the night completely quieted down, he also started to feel sleepy, although he still didn't want to sleep.

Occasionally there were a few dogs barking from afar, and the rustling of leaves blown by the wind. Yi Chengsan was already twisted to death on the bed, and a few pieces of chocolate brought by Xiang Qianran were spread out on the table.Yi Chengyi poked those black lumps, he likes to eat chocolate, but Xiang Qianran doesn't like it very much, so when he was a child, he often brought home chocolates for Yi Chengyi to eat, and when he became an adult, Xiang Qianran took pity on Yi Cheng Yi's financial constraints would bring him a few boxes from time to time, and he didn't even find it strange to receive chocolates occasionally on Valentine's Day.

If you want to think a little more, you can only say that Xiang Qianran is the kind of straight man who will never bend. Although he always has an inexplicable feeling when getting along with Yi Chengyi, but Xiang Qianran's straight man attributes are Absolutely unbendable existence, he has no liking for all homosexuals.

Thoughts drifted farther and farther away, Yi Chengyi fell asleep lying on the table at some point.

Sleeping time always passes quickly, the sky is already bright, Yi Chengsan sits at the table and looks at Yi Chengyi who is sleeping soundly, his big eyes flickering.

Yi Chengyi was frightened when he woke up.

"Brother, I want to eat this."

Yi Chengsan licked his dry mouth and smiled very cutely.

Seeing his younger brother in a daze, Yi Chengyi pushed all the chocolates in front of Yi Chengsan. "study hard, improve every day."

"Okay!" Yi Chengsan waited for his words, and put a large speech that had been brewed up before into his pocket along with the chocolate. He stood up excitedly, and then picked up his schoolbag.

"Brother, you really don't have to go to school?"

"Well... let's go, go and wake Xiang Ergou up."

When Yi Chengyi and Yi Cheng walked to Xiang Qianran's house, he had already left.

Feeling helpless, Yi Chengyi patted Yi Chengsan on the shoulder, "You can only go to school by yourself."

"It's okay, I have chocolates." Yi Cheng smiled carelessly, patted his pocket and ran to school. "Brother, you go back!"

"En." Nodding, Yi Chengyi watched Yi Chengsan's back gradually get smaller, and then glanced at Xiang Qianran's home. The familiar place in his impression was like his own home, but it suddenly became a little strange .

Shaking his head, Yi Chengyi lamented why he suddenly became morose.As for the children, if there is a little conflict, it will be fine in a few days.

Life after rebirth seems to be on the right track at last. Yi Chengyi admires Anderson's patience. In addition to taking the necessary courses every day, he communicates with Yi Yiqian and paints without hesitation. In his spare time, he spends time with Yi Cheng Art English.

But Anderson was surprised by Yi Chengyi's ability to understand, Yi Chengyi seemed to know everything, but he didn't care about anything.

Maybe it's because of spending more time with Anderson. Although Yi Chengyi still maintains awe towards him, it has to be said that the two have gradually become familiar with each other. Compared with the strange atmosphere of getting along with him in the previous life , Discussing some things with the current Anderson made Yi Chengyi feel more comfortable, because the feeling of being watched by something disappeared.

But this harmonious atmosphere only lasted for less than two weeks. When Anderson was finally about to move back to the renovated house, Yi Chengyi received an envelope from Anderson's housekeeper, Freeman. .

I'm a little curious about what it is, but his father Yi Dagang is a little tangled, but more because of the firm eyes that almost made Yi Chengyi get goosebumps all over his body. There is a sense of instant vision that he is about to be murdered by a man who has made up his mind. What is it? thing!

"Father... ah, why are you looking at me like that?" At this time, Yi Chengyi's second uncle was sitting on a bamboo chair facing the door to enjoy the cool air, and Freeman stood respectfully aside, humbly head on.

"The young master said that he hopes you will go to Beijing with him to participate in a modern art exhibition."

What's up with me, what's up with me, what's up with me.A line of bullet screens flew by in unison, Yi Chengyi didn't realize what kind of trouble this was at all.

This art exhibition lasts for two months. The most important thing is that you can bring your own works to the organizer during the period. As long as they reach the recognized level, your works can be exhibited in this art exhibition. After the art exhibition is over, there are galleries that can Provide a long-term exhibition platform for the selected works.

If selected to be exhibited in the art exhibition, the painter can get a bonus of [-] yuan. This is definitely a great opportunity for many underappreciated painters. It will not be so poor and poor that it makes people feel pitiful.Therefore, if a person wants to succeed, in addition to the necessary ability, good interpersonal skills and opportunities for full RP are also very important.

To be honest, Yi Chengyi's heart was beating a little bit, and a feeling of ready to move spread to all limbs through the blood flow through the heart.It's just that he feels that he has been forced too deeply by Huahua, the feeling of being so tired that he stops breathing at the next second, and Yi Chengyi never wants to experience it again.

What if the ending this time is the same as last time?

Or will it be different?

For Yi Chengyi, this is a huge temptation.

Through the window glass, Yi Chengyi saw Anderson leaning on the door of his luxury car, his eyes seemed to penetrate the space and all obstacles, such a pure gaze made Yi Chengyi a little afraid, that person's pursuit of art will always be He is so focused and earnest, and his undivided attention amazes those who have the same dream as him.

Anderson has a keen observation ability for art. While training himself, he also hopes to dig out Yi Chengyi, a diamond that is buried deep in the ground and wrapped in rocks for hundreds of millions of years.There is no selfishness, just the pursuit of beauty, which made Yi Chengyi, who was jealous and afraid of him before, feel that he is a vulgar and despicable existence.

But he is just an ordinary mortal, he used to stubbornly believe in his own art, and when he was completely defeated, many negativity was unavoidable.

There is no way to be as persistent as before, and the lessons are as memorable and unforgettable as Sanskrit scripts engraved on scriptures.

But I have to admit that Yi Chengyi’s pursuit of Anderson can’t be stopped. How can the painting skills be accumulated over time, but the soul and emotion contained in the picture are difficult to accurately capture and describe, no matter how big it is. Age, that essential spirituality always goes hand in hand with Anderson's pictures, and the success of genius is always inevitable.

Yi Chengyi's mood is very complicated. He no longer has the passionate feelings for Huahua as in his previous life, but he still can't give up. In his opinion, escaping may be the best way, but when facing temptation, he starts to Can't hold it.

Anderson suddenly stretched out his hand, and then made a gesture of holding a pen. The virtual strokes seemed to deliberately outline every turning structure of Yi Chengyi's body.

With a tight heart, Yi Chengyi turned his head and stopped looking at Anderson outside.

It’s not a big deal, he paints when he wants to paint, and when he doesn’t want to paint, he goes to herd the sheep. Who can control him, as long as he doesn’t become paranoid like in his previous life, paint casually occasionally, just paint casually...it shouldn’t matter. .