The Art of Raiders of Rebirth

There are no windows in the basement, just a wire hanging down and LED lights shining. Behind the white spherical light bulb is the oil painting that Yi Chengyi finished a few days ago. The colors are still bright and clear.

The fusion between color blocks has the beauty of subtle changes, and the color sense and rhythm changes are full of imagination.The dark blue and purple tones give the picture a mysterious beauty, and a few touches of dazzling pure gold hidden under the dark color are perfectly blended into the picture.There is both the dynamic feeling of the light that is about to shine on the earth, and the static death that seems to be the last few rays of the setting sun that are about to disappear in the mysterious blue and purple.

The colors on the screen are not rich, and the rhythm changes are slowly blended by subtle gradients. The vast sky looks like a night that is about to lose its last ray of light, or a sunrise that breaks through the night and is about to tear out the light. .

Yi Chengyi couldn't figure it out, why no one appreciates his paintings?

He carefully looked at the painting again and again, heaved a long sigh, took a sack from the closet, put the painting in the sack, and then took out another easel from half a year ago, Brushed with varnish.

In such an environment, if the paintings were not put away, and the dust on the top and the damp on the bottom, it would be impossible for his paintings to be preserved. Even if they were put in sacks, several of them would already be moldy.

Yi Chengyi put down the brush in his hand, looked at the painting that became full of luster under the light after brushing with oil, then put the sack on the floor back on the top of the closet, went to get a bowl for rice, and dug a lump Just eat kimchi.

Although such days sometimes make him feel depressed and want to cry, every time he looks at his works, he seems to have the motivation to persevere again.He prefers to be alone in a small corner, painting, and when he gets tired of painting, he will lie down and sleep, and go out to collect pictures from life and describe nature.But he has no money at all. After buying paint, paying rent, water and electricity, even eating has become a problem.

Xiang Ergou once told him to take pictures of the paintings online and sell them, so Yi Chengyi turned around decisively and went home.Why don't you just borrow 500 yuan from him to pay the rent?Do you want to waste your hard work like this?He feels that he is not sorry for the time he spent, his time is worthless, but he is sorry for these works.

In his heart, these pictures are more like friends who have spirits and can accompany him when he is most painful.

Sometimes Yi Chengyi wants to chop off his hands, but he really wants to chop off his hands. When he is torn between reality and ideals, he thinks that chopping off his hands is the best solution.

If there is an afterlife, he will never paint again.

This kind of enjoyment and pain is enough once.

Yi Chengyi is still persevering until now, he has pinned all his hopes for a better life in his next life, which is more like a kind of morbid paranoia.

In the next life, it won't be so painful in the next life.Yi Chengyi was chewing some old pickled cabbage, a stalk got stuck between his teeth, he stretched out his hand to pick it, and as a result, the strange taste of varnish turpentine spread in his mouth.

Tongue rubbed against his teeth, Yi Chengyi's face twisted a little.

At this time, the Nokia he threw on the bed rang, and Yi Chengyi put down his rice bowl, and picked up the phone while licking the vegetable stem between his teeth.

"Hey."

"Hi, hello, is this Mr. Yi Chengyi?"

Yi Chengyi walked to the pool, put the phone between his head and shoulders and rushed. "Yes, I'm Yi Chengyi, what's the matter?"

"It's like this. Your friend Xiang Qianran showed me your paintings and your information. I looked at your photos...I found that you are very talented in art! Can I ask you to come out and talk?"

Yi Chengyi was still picking at that grimy vegetable stalk, but what the other party said almost made him bite off his finger.

Alas!What did he say just now?

Want to buy his paintings! ! !Also said that he saw his artistic talent? ? ?

The little flower in Yi Chengyi's heart seemed to grow into a sunflower in an instant, slowly swaying towards the sun like a spring breeze.

"Okay, what day are you free?"

"Just tonight, Room 2706 of the Century Hotel, bring your paintings."

"OK……"

Although it felt a little late, it was already time to go to bed after nine o'clock, but Yi Chengyi was still full of joy!This is the first time in so many years that someone has shown such appreciation for his art.

That thing Xiang Ergou finally did a human thing, Yi Chengyi got excited, and then lifted the sack that was just put on it again.He was right in not choosing to farm and raise pigs at home!Sure enough, gold always shines.

He looked at the paintings in the bag and didn't know which one to take with him. He thought they were all very good, and he couldn't choose a better one.Looking left and right, Yi Chengyi picked out the three with mildew stains inside, then stuffed the others into the sack and took them away together.

Some people appreciate him, some people appreciate him!Although Yi Chengyi fantasized many stories about him being discovered by others and becoming a master in his mind, but the story seemed to be realized too suddenly, and he panicked a little bit at the same time.

After arriving at a place where he could take the bus, Yi Chengyi took a special taxi, and when he was sitting in the car, his heart was still stirring uncontrollably.When he stood downstairs in the hotel after paying the driver and looked up at the tall buildings that became larger and smaller due to perspective, he suddenly calmed down.

Yi Chengyi walked into the hotel with a sack on his back and looked for 2706 everywhere. He had never stayed in a hotel so it was very difficult to find him. In the end, he shyly put down his face and asked others.

No culture is terrible.He shook his head, frankly facing his ignorance.

He looked at the room number and took a deep breath. Just as he was about to knock on the door, someone opened the door and came out from the next room.

What is Yuanjia Road Narrow? This is called Yuanjia Road Narrow!

Anderson came out of the room wearing round-rimmed glasses. His blond hair was uncombed so it was a little messy, but it brought out his clear outline and deep facial features.Yi Chengyi immediately turned his head and knocked on the door. Anderson was a proud guy who was proud of no one. After opening the door, he turned around and left, not even noticing that the person behind the sack next to him was Yi Chengyi.Or maybe he felt that it was impossible for Yi Chengyi to appear in this expensive five-star hotel.

I feel a little unhappy about being ignored, but it's more of a fluke.

It’s a good thing he didn’t see him, otherwise this person who only came to visit him would have pulled himself to the first level in his heart. He heard that Anderson’s painting was auctioned in the UK for a high price of 100 million. He is still so young. ...

Yi Chengyi thought about it, and suddenly felt a little ashamed again.

He felt like he was under a lot of pressure all the time with Anderson.

The door of the room was opened, and standing inside was a middle-aged man in a loose bathrobe.

"Mr. Yi, hello." He reached out his hand to shake Yi Chengyi's hand, but when Yi Chengyi retracted, he felt that the man seemed to be pinching his knuckles.

"Come in and talk, Mr. Yi." The man greeted Yi Chengyi into the room with a look of satisfaction, and then closed the door.

"Sit, sit." The man patted Yi Chengyi on the shoulder and made him sit on the sofa, while he himself sat next to Yi Chengyi.

"Excuse me, what is your surname?" Although Yi Chengyi felt that such a conversation was a little awkward, he still suppressed the feeling of disobedience in his heart and talked with the man.

"Miangui's surname is Cheng. That's it, Mr. Yi, I also have a little knowledge in art. I opened a gallery near this place, but I haven't been in China all year round, so I didn't see you so infectious earlier. works of strength."

"This... is amazing. I brought all the paintings, you can take a look first." Yi Chengyi stood up and tried to fish his sack, but he grabbed it and sat back on the sofa.

Yi Chengyi always felt that the man looked at him with a hint of aggression, but he didn't understand why there was such a look.

"Mr. Yi, let's have a glass of wine and talk slowly. I intend to provide you with a place to exhibit your works in my gallery." The man took a glass of wine from the low table and handed it to Yi Chengyi, and he took it himself. Had a glass.I don't know why Yi Chengyi felt that something was a little weird, but he couldn't tell where it was.

"Is Mr. Yi 26 years old this year?" The man took a sip of the wine in his glass, and then looked at Yi Chengyi's side face.Yi Chengyi felt a little nervous when he was watched, he raised his wine glass and took a sip to cover up his momentary embarrassment, then looked at the man and nodded.

"Yes."

"Mr. Yi's fingers are really beautiful, just like works of art. It would be great if such a beautiful thing could be collected." The man didn't blatantly reach out to touch Yi Chengyi's fingers, but his straightforward eyes made Yi Cheng Yi felt that his hands had already been drawn thousands of times by his tired eyes.

"..." Yi Chengyi was speechless, why did he think this man was a bit of a pervert?If it's because people who engage in art are a little mentally disturbed, then why is he still in good shape?

"Mr. Yi's skeleton is also perfect and convincing. Such a sexy figure and well-proportioned muscles really make people unable to take their eyes off..." Looking at the man's gaze, Yi Chengyi subconsciously wanted to hide his exposed arms!This is definitely better than being a pervert! ! !

He couldn't bear to continue to face the man's disgusting gaze, and such a man, even if he had artistic appreciation, Yi Chengyi didn't want to give him his painting.Just when he decided to leave, the weakness in his limbs made him suddenly feel as if a basin of cold water had been poured from head to toe.

"Mr. Yi, do you know that you can wear a Marquardt mask on your face? When I saw the photo Mr. Xiang sent me, I was fascinated by your eyebrows and contours that are almost in the golden ratio. For someone like me who seeks the perfect proportions of the human body, you are a stunner."

Yi Chengyi's heart beat faster, he was so angry! ! !stunner!Especially your grandma's legs!If You Cheng is really what you said, how come he has never even kissed a girl's mouth in his life?Let him listen to this kind of heartless words, he can say that he would rather run to Anderson and pat him on the shoulder and greet him: Hey, brother, your brother is a complete dick right now, he is no match for you, if you want Why don't you visit his basement and his group of students who draw apples bigger than pickle jars?

He can't listen anymore, okay? ! ! ? ? ?

The man stood up, took out a camera from the side cabinet, took the tripod and set it up beside the bed, and began to design the placement.

……

Yi Chengyi was dumbfounded.

He watched as the man finally set up the three cameras, then walked towards him.

Yi Chengyi had never felt so cold before.

"Not only your body, but also your art is really admirable, but even I am surprised that you can be buried for so long."

The man bent down and touched Yi Chengyi's face, inch by inch, as if he was stroking the blue and white porcelain from the Tang Dynasty with seriousness and concentration. Yi Chengyi's stomach was rolling, but he couldn't vomit anything.

"I am really honored to be the first to dig out your body, your art and your sunshine."

The man lowered his eyebrows and reverently kissed Yi Chengyi's finger.

After Yi Chengyi touched a hard object, he unleashed the most powerful attack in his life, and Max even broke through the limit of the medicine on his body.

"Boom."

The perverted man fell to the ground, bleeding from the back of his head.

Yi Chengyi glanced at the thing in his hand, it turned out to be the Nokia that he had used for almost eight years.

He collapsed on the sofa almost exhausted. When he bought this mobile phone before, the clerk said that he could use it to smash walnuts. He thought the clerk must be a scammer. He thought he broke it and replaced it with a new one, so he was always careful. Going around... As a result, after trying it out today, he felt that it was a pity that this thing didn't need to be used to stick to the frame.

Yi Chengyi rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling, rested for a while, then got up from the sofa, stumbled while walking, his limbs were still limp.He picked up his sack, opened the door and walked out of the room, then dialed 120 with the bloody Nokia.

I hope that perverted man is not dead.