The Art of Raiders of Rebirth

Excited to stay up all night, the oil painting that has not yet formed looks like nothing aesthetically pleasing, Yi Chengyi finally put down the brush at six o'clock in the morning, lying on the bed, he just wanted to take a nap, but he fell asleep until eight o'clock in the evening.

It's the kind of deep sleep that makes you feel nothing even if you're stripped naked and hung up to bask in the sun in the square. It's like sleeping through the fatigue accumulated in your previous life. When Yi Chengyi woke up, he was a little dizzy. Lying on the bed, I have the illusion of not knowing who I am, what my name is and where I am.

The hunger in his stomach stimulated his brain to start functioning, and he was attracted by the sudden smell of food, as if he was about to break away from gravity, and his whole body was so light that he almost wanted to ride the wind... When he opened his eyes, the maid was carrying the meal Standing on the side with the plate, the things on the plate made Yi Chengyi almost bleed on the bed sheet, and the feeling of hunger became stronger and stronger.

"Master, he's awake." The maid turned her head to look at a figure on the front right.

"Well, let him eat."

Anderson, who was standing by the window, responded briefly, and Yi Chengyi realized that Anderson had been looking carefully at his unfinished picture with his hands behind his back.

"Hey, don't look!" The oil painting was in a mess before it was finished, Yi Chengyi was just about to jump out of bed and run over to do something, but the dinner plate was placed in front of him.

"Let's eat something first, are you really not hungry?"

I'm hungry.

Anyway, after watching it all, Yi Chengyi simply smashed the jar and let Anderson watch it enough. He hugged the dinner plate and ate something...Suddenly felt that life was full of hope. It couldn't be better to have it delivered to your face.

Anderson seemed to have been studying it for a long time, and after looking at it for a while, he looked away. The most important thing is that Yi Chengyi's gluttonous eating method while sitting on the bed did not arouse his disgust.

"Remember to change all the things on his bed later."

"Yes." The maid nodded. Yi Chengyi held an egg pancake in his mouth and held half a corn cob in his hand. He raised his head to look at Anderson, and finally realized that it seemed a bit inappropriate for him to do so, but it didn't meet his expectations. With dissatisfied eyes, the other party just looked at him.

"Can you sleep tonight?"

"Draw at night and sleep during the day." Yi Chengyi muttered vaguely while chewing on the crispy and tender omelet.

This way of working and resting is obviously not in line with the biological clock of the human body, but Yi Chengyi's indifferent appearance makes people feel that this is not something worthy of attention, as if he has become accustomed to it.

Anderson frowned.

"Don't do this next time."

Yi Chengyi raised the corners of his eyes, swallowed the omelette, took a sip of the milk, and answered with a drawn out tone with a look of complete disregard. "Okay, okay."

At first, I thought this matter would just be perfunctory, but when Yi Chengyi was full of energy holding the palette and was about to get better, the door was opened with a key, and Anderson walked away with a painting bag on his back and a painting box After entering, Yi Chengyi set up the easel and put on the oil painting frame as if no one was there. Yi Chengyi watched him arranging things in a daze until he started to squeeze the oil paint on the palette.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Anderson unscrewed the bottle cap, squeezed out a section of Napoli Yellow, then screwed back the cap, and took out another paint. When asked by Yi Chengyi, he just raised his head and glanced at him, and replied calmly: "painting painting."

"But why are you painting here?"

"Stay up late with you and find a reason to stop your behavior, preferably sick."

That tone seemed to be saying something that was justified.

"..." Yi Chengyi was unable to refute, would this be too stupid?

"Anderson, are you out of your mind?"

The other party ignored him and just squeezed the paint onto the palette seriously.

He couldn't think of any reason to persuade him, and when Anderson's brushstrokes had landed on the canvas, Yi Chengyi didn't even say a word except for the phrase "Are you out of your mind?"There is no way, but the painting still needs to be painted. I feel a little anxious. I smear on the picture, and a small piece becomes particularly handy.Anderson ordered a few cups of coffee and a late-night snack. Yi Chengyi took the opportunity to let him go to bed, but the other party ignored him at all.

The sky began to turn pale, Yi Chengyi wiped his swollen eyes, mixed paint on the palette, stared at the picture and thought for a while, and then pressed a touch of light paint on a small color block. Cobalt blue, a corner of the picture has begun to take shape.

The white canvas is hastily painted black, and many things have not been carefully shaped. The patchwork of several large color blocks is simple and full of rhythm. One place in the picture has begun to stand out, which is a slender and curly flower. The half-full flowers, the light and soft texture in the pure dark secret environment are like a touch of slightly rolled tobacco that will be atomized at any time, indifferent and heavy.The whole painting has not yet been formed, but it can be seen from the rhythm of color changes and the prominent three-dimensional light and shadow that the picture is being carefully designed.

The paint on the palette still needs to be used, so I didn't scrape it off. After washing the pen with turpentine and wrapping it up, Yi Chengyi stretched. "Anderson, go back to sleep."

No response was expected. This is Anderson's unique reaction when he was painting. The reaction was slow for a whole beat. After about a minute or two, the blond kid sitting over there painting took a closer look at his own picture. , and then stopped what he was doing.

"It feels good to paint with you." Anderson's eyes were full of peaceful emotions, without any superfluous feelings, pure and honest. The person sitting there was just a ten-year-old child, and his name was Anderson. Lynn.

"Yes, really, I actually feel the same way." Yi Chengyi scratched his hair, looking a little clumsy, not knowing what else he could say.

"From then on, let's draw together often, brother."

It was the first time after being reborn that he didn't feel disgusted with the word "senior brother" that Anderson called out. When he met Anderson's gaze, Yi Chengyi bent the corners of his eyes, his black eyes were moist and bright, with a feeling of embarrassment, and smiled. Intention arises from the bottom of the heart.

"Ah... yes."

He replied calmly, his slightly soft voice could be heard clearly in the quiet room.

A cool breeze blows in from the gap of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and Yi Chengyi feels that the bangs on his forehead are blown away from his forehead in a small arc, and the sky that is not completely bright still has some light black that belongs to the night, so Yi Chengyi can't It was determined whether the faint smile on Anderson's face after receiving his positive answer just now was an illusion caused by the influence of the light source.

However, the way Anderson smiled was very nice.

Rubbing his own face, Yi Chengyi took a deep breath and turned and walked into the bathroom, looking at the face in the mirror, the dark circles under the eyes were a little heavier, and there was no blood on his face, like sickly white.Staying up late hurts his body, he knows it, and he can tolerate it. In the past, he didn't take himself very seriously. If Yi Chengyi was not recognized, he would put all his energy into the picture, so he often indulged himself day and night.Before Anderson went to England, he often restrained Yi Chengyi as if he was a little meddlesome, but after he left, Yi Chengyi was like a child whose parents left home, playing computer without restraint.

"I told you, go back and have a rest now." Yi Chengyi came out with a toothbrush in his mouth, and found Anderson was looking at his painting again.I really don't know what's interesting, Yi Chengyi opened his mouth and carefully brushed each tooth, came to Anderson's side, glanced at his canvas, and then touched Anderson with his shoulder who was watching seriously. "There's really nothing to see. You go back to sleep. I promise not to stay up late tomorrow, okay?"

But Anderson didn't respond to him, Yi Chengyi jumped aside with a toothbrush in his mouth, and then pointed at Anderson's easel with a threatening face. "Don't listen to persuasion, right? Believe it or not, I'm going to look at your painting now! It's an oil painting, so it must not be finished yet, right?"

"..."

"I'm telling you! I'm really going!"

"..."

According to Yi Chengyi's understanding of Anderson in his previous life, if the easel is placed facing Yi Chengyi, then everything Yi Chengyi draws can be seen, and if the easel is placed upside down Basically, Anderson wouldn't let Yi Chengyi get closer than three meters.

But since Anderson didn't say anything, Yi Chengyi just walked over to have a look.

Then came the sound of something falling to the ground.

Yi Chengyi's mouth was half-opened, and there were traces of white foam left by the toothbrush at the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't say anything for a long time.

He discovered this kind of thing once in high school, but why did it happen when he was a child?

What stands out on the screen is two-thirds of his own profile. From this angle, it happens to be a well-balanced composition with a slightly lower jaw. The painting has not been completed yet, but the general colors, light and shadows are in place, and it has not been passed through. Delicate depiction, this kind of simple and clear but transitional natural color block has a unique aesthetic feeling.

When he looked at Anderson again, he had already set his sights on Yi Chengyi.

"It's not finished yet, why don't we look at it when it's finished." Anderson moved his head, Yi Chengyi didn't react yet, but soon, his thoughts became active.

"Why did you draw me!"

"There's a motionless model standing there, why don't I draw it?"

"What's the reason? If you want to draw, let the housekeeper downstairs say hello, and I can set up a dozen models for you to draw!" Yi Chengyi still had foam in his mouth, and he spoke with a sense of humor , but his tone was serious, and Anderson seemed to think for a while, then raised his eyes and looked out the window. The sky was brighter than before, and there were bursts of clear birdsong outside the house.

"But I just want to draw you."

Anderson's tone of voice was normal, and there was nothing wrong with his expression, but Yi Chengyi began to feel uncomfortable for no reason.

This, is this really all right?Why do you think it's a bit too ambiguous... Or is he thinking too much?

"But I don't want to paint now, so hurry up and wash your mouth." Anderson pointed to the bathroom, and Yi Chengyi subconsciously wiped his mouth and the white foam with one hand.Probably because of his obsession with cleanliness, Yi Chengyi stretched his hand towards him like a prank, then ran in to rinse his mouth and wash his face.

Being able to live in harmony with that indifferent person has always been Yi Chengyi's goal when he was a child, but he is not a proactive person, so the relationship between the two of them is often very rigid, but now he acts as an adult As far as the child's mood is concerned, there are many things in the previous life that he himself did not do well enough.

After washing up, Anderson had already packed his things, sat on a stool beside him, and didn't leave right away, as if he was waiting for him.

"Why don't you leave?" Yi Chengyi threw himself on the bed, quickly rolled into the quilt and curled up into a ball, looking sideways at Anderson.

"The answer to the question just now may not be complete. Let me add the answer. I just want to draw you, because I think your profile is perfect, and other people are too ugly."

After finishing speaking, Anderson looked at Yi Chengyi, who looked like a curving shrimp tail, and then walked away with a painting box and an easel. Just like that, a certain shrimp tail was curled up in the quilt and was in a good mood to sleep comfortably It cooled down instantly.

His profile is perfect?He also doesn't know, every time he tilts his head to look at his side face, he can always see his own white eyes, can it be understood that it is mainly because other people are ugly, so he can make do with drawing him?

Yi Chengyi still remembers one thing. When she was in high school, there was a beautiful girl in the school. She had a good personality and a good study. Everyone recognized her as the beauty of the school. At that time, she liked Anderson, just like many people, because Anderson was a fine art student. He is so beautiful that many girls ran over to ask him to help him draw, but this person often just glanced at him, and then said blankly, "You are too ugly." Even the pretty school girl blushed so When talking about it, Anderson also didn't save her face at all. The artist's paranoid aesthetics and weird temper were already revealed when he was still a teenager.

Many times, Yi Chengyi doubts that Anderson has some aesthetic problems, but for an artist who can sell his paintings for at least 100 million at a young age, this idea is undoubtedly stupid.

Yi Chengyi can pick up a lot of leaks from the side, his paintings are also very good, and he is handsome, if a girl asks for a painting at Anderson but fails and turns to him, Yi Chengyi will always think about it He chooses to accept or not to accept the girl's favor, but Anderson doesn't seem very happy every time this happens.

Originally, I just thought that in Anderson's eyes, all people were ugly. The weakness of envy, but in fact it is only because he hasn't found a so-called not ugly person, so he doesn't paint portraits.

Very extreme, Anderson Lynn likes to depict nature, he paints animals and flowers, street buildings, starry sky and universe, but he doesn't paint people.

Yi Chengyi never thought that he would fall into Anderson's eyes. Even if he found out that he painted himself in the previous life, there was no way to confirm it. Yi Chengyi is not a narcissistic person. What and what, maybe it was just a whim, so he started to describe it, and besides, he himself didn't seem to want Yi Chengyi to find out about it.

But this time is different, this is what Anderson Lynn said to him personally.

I just want to draw you because I think your profile is perfect and the others are so ugly.

Rao is so thick-skinned and nerve-wracked as Yi Chengyi, when he heard that the other party admitted that the rarity was like digging out a whole ton of diamonds, he felt a little ashamed.

He De He Neng He De He Neng, Anderson is really sick.Yi Chengyi hugged the quilt and muttered, the comfortable feeling soon made him fall into a deep sleep.

Maybe this is the so-called being flattered, although you don't admit it on your mouth, but you are still very happy in your heart.