The Art of Raiders of Rebirth

As soon as he walked out of the dormitory, the phone rang. Yi Chengyi turned his head and took a look. The stairs were empty, and there was no one there. He took out the phone from his coat pocket and chose to answer it. What came to his ears was a young male voice. The voice was warm and clear, and he was polite when he spoke. He took the phone away from his ear and glanced at the caller ID. It was a completely unfamiliar number.

Feeling a little puzzled, Yi Chengyi pressed the phone back to his ear again.

"Yes, I am Yi Chengyi, who are you?"

"Do you still like the birthday present you received from Danqing?" The other party did not answer Yi Chengyi's question directly, but skipped this point and shifted the topic to another prominent place, leaving this obvious thought for others To spare, even if Yi Chengyi really doesn't want to know who this person is, this kind of answer that doesn't even need to go through the brain has already led people to the correct answer.

"Well, I like it very much."

Since Yi Chengyi wants to go around in circles, he just wants to accompany him, but he really wants to see what is going on with this man who suddenly called him today.

"And what about the sculpture above, do you like it?"

Wanting to be recognized by others, no matter how you feel, you should feel a little uneasy, but Cheng Qusha seems to have known that Yi Chengyi will definitely give him a high evaluation, and his tone is the same as before. There is no emotional ups and downs, it seems that if Yi Chengyi said frivolously at this time, "Thank you for your love, but I really don't like it very much"-it would be more unreasonable.

He really wanted to say this, and he almost blurted it out, but the words slipped away from his mouth, and Yi Chengyi still chose a relatively objective evaluation.

"The sculpture is very beautiful. It can be seen that your sculpture ability is really strong."

"Don't you like it?" Cheng Qusha's way of speaking finally changed slightly. Yi Chengyi raised his head and glanced at the sky. to the body.

"Are you questioning your own skills?"

With the other hand in his pocket, Yi Chengyi was playing Tai Chi with Cheng Qusha while walking, and after many years, he received a call from a stranger who was almost completely stranger. The most important thing is that Yi Chengyi is completely poor. The purpose of calling him suddenly can't be oops. Long time no see. I miss you very much. We just miss one of the four playing mahjong here. Look. If you have time now, can you come over and join us for a table?

Cheng Qusha lowered his voice and laughed. The shallow laughter came from the depths of his throat. The ups and downs in the tone made people feel that the laughter contained complete confidence in his own abilities.

"Because you didn't answer my question directly, this makes me a little uneasy."

The topic went back to whether Yi Chengyi liked it or not. Although he couldn't understand why Cheng Qusha was so obsessed with this question, but as far as Yi Chengyi's own thoughts were concerned, he really liked it, but he really liked it. I don't want to have any connection with the author himself at all.

"Excuse me, what's the matter? I remember we haven't contacted each other, right?" Yi Chengyi skipped the subject directly, and Yi Chengyi didn't want to continue chatting with Cheng Qusha on this issue. He never had anything to Cheng Qusha The sense of security, that matter will always be an indelible shadow in Yi Chengyi's mind, if meeting him is inevitable after rebirth, then Yi Chengyi thinks he has the right to refuse to continue contacting this person.

"Obviously there is a connection. I bought two of your works half a year ago. I don't think I have lost my impression?"

Cheng Qusha spoke calmly, and Yi Chengyi almost imagined from his tone that this person is probably leaning against the long and gorgeous dining table, fingering the white narcissus in the vase.

"It seems that there is such a thing, Mr. Cheng, if you are not in a hurry to miss one, please hang up, please? The communication company that answers the call for long distance and roaming will also deduct the fee. "

As if he didn't expect Yi Chengyi to say that, the other end of the phone paused for two seconds, but soon he laughed, with the heartiness unique to adults in his laughter, obviously not very familiar with him, but he was completely Without the feeling of being overwhelmed, Zilaishu was almost transformed into a self-made paste.

"You still like to fuss over little things, but sometimes you feel cute inexplicably."

"Thank you, Uncle Cheng." The muscles on Yi Chengyi's cheeks twitched slightly, and he suddenly felt that Cheng Qusha was extremely shameless.

When he was in his 20s, this person tried to rape him with drugs. Who knew that when he was in his teens now, this pervert was thinking of some unknown and unethical idea.

"I'm only 28 years old, let's discuss, can I call you brother."

"Good uncle."

"Call me brother."

"uncle."

"elder brother!"

"I don't have a brother like you! If you continue to call, your brother's mobile phone will be in arrears! What's the matter with you? If you don't say anything, just walk around quickly. If you have nothing to say, you have to go around and talk to a silly roe deer. Like."

"..."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, and finally hung up.

After a vibration, it entered the call details, Yi Chengyi took the phone away to look at it, and then turned off the standby page.

He was really sick, saying that he could not understand Cheng Qusha's actions at all. When Yi Chengyi was about to walk to the door of the studio, there was a sound of receiving a text message from his mobile phone. He opened it and took a look. It was a payment notice.

Just now someone remitted him 1000 yuan for the phone bill, and before he had time to carefully read through the communication company's long slobber and activation packages, a string of unfamiliar numbers was dialed into his mobile phone again. Without doubting that this person is the perverted Uncle Cheng, Yi Chengyi casually pressed the connect button and put the phone to his ear.

"Uncle just paid you some phone bills, can you listen to what Uncle has to say now?"

It was obviously a young voice, but he was calling himself an uncle. If you count Yi Chengyi's real age, it would not be too much for him to call himself an uncle, right?If he had known that Cheng Qusha would accept this title without a care, shouldn't he have said at the beginning, "You idiot see clearly that I am your father"?

"Speak, I'll listen." There was no reason to refuse to listen to him, and Yi Chengyi simply put the phone under his shoulder and took out the key to open the door of the studio.

"We happen to be short of one of the four here. Do you think there is time now, can we come over and make up a table?"

"..."

Hearing Yi Chengyi's long silence over there, he smiled, and then began to explain.

"Don't get me wrong, I was asked to come to this city to beautify the city. Isn't there a new super-large shopping platform in the central square? I was asked to add some artistic decorations to the entrance. In terms of sculptures and myself, there are three people in charge. , Now there is a lack of a master painter of oil paintings, of course the real ones are to be collected, the main reason is to have a point of discussion, you also know that those people are not short of money, the main thing is to see if you are willing to paint."

"..." Yi Chengyi was stunned, he really couldn't think of what this matter had to do with him.

"I wish you could come over."

"How long will it take?"

"It will probably be finished by the end of this year."

"Two months?"

"Yes, the remuneration you will receive after completion will not be less than eight figures. Although the size may be a bit disadvantageous compared to your single work as a price reference, it can make many people who can't afford your art People can also feel your aesthetics, so it’s still worth it.”

Cheng Qusha's voice was more persuasive. It sounded like a good job. Cheng Qusha didn't doubt his skills. He just called a boy who had just turned 16 to participate in this kind of job. The construction related to city appearance is too risky. Ycy may be well-known in the industry, but the key problem is that Yi Chengyi is just an ordinary art student in a municipal high school, and he will face resistance from all sides at the beginning. Those outside the industry It is simply impossible to be convinced.

Yi Chengyi has many years of accumulated experience, coupled with his own indispensable talent, it is not impossible for him to draw. The awards he has won in the past few years are enough for him to stand on the stage, but at that time he always used his own ideas Those who come to paint, when invited, seem to be covered with a membrane invisibly.

Yi Chengyi didn't speak, he was still thinking about whether he should do this problem, where to start, whether he can really do it alone, Cheng Qusha felt his silence, probably after a while. After about 1 minute, he spoke slowly.

"It's not in a hurry now. We will officially start work in a week. You can take a look at the environment first, or discuss it with your family. After all, you need to temporarily suspend school if you want to do this, but if you can't go to the Academy of Fine Arts For you now, it is not something that must be noticed. Of course, I am just talking casually. The sky is high and the road is far away. You must know that you are different from other people, so you don’t have to go the same way as them .”

It is undeniable that Cheng Qusha's words awakened some thoughts in Yi Chengyi's heart to a certain extent. He really needs to start planning and planning for his own future. The reborn life is no longer as narrow and dark as before. This time, before he died, he was already exposed to the glare of the sun. Many things often had no choice until there was no better way out. Instead of wasting a lot of unnecessary time at school, it would be better to let go of those many things. There is no need to give it a go in the field where you are galloping.

"I know." Yi Chengyi slightly lowered his eyelids, stood at the door of the studio and looked at the gouache paintbrush soaked in the bucket, his voice conveyed a kind of tranquility through the plain tone. Come down firm.

"Then it's up to you." If he could see his expression, Yi Chengyi had no doubt that Cheng Qusha must have a smile on his face.

"I'll give you an answer after I think about it, so let's do it for now."

"Okay, goodbye, remember to drink milk in the morning, otherwise you will not grow taller, my lovely one times one."

"Shut up, silly roe deer." After finishing speaking coldly, Yi Chengyi took off the phone and hung up the call. The duration of the call displayed this time was obviously longer than the last time. He closed his eyes and thought for a while, Yi Chengyi seemed to be You can see a completely different path from the one you have walked in the past. In the past, he was never noticed, and he always lived a life of poverty and loneliness. Even so, he is still persisting Then it became clear that his persistence was finally starting to pay off.

It is impossible to say that he is not happy. As early as four years ago, his name had already had a certain influence, but that person was always mysteriously behind the scenes, and behind the mystery was fear and anxiety. This was his first time. He got the second chance to show himself in front of others, and whether he grasped it or not was entirely up to him.

After getting used to that kind of gaze, maybe it will become a matter of course. Yi Chengyi's idea is very simple, draw what he thinks in his heart, help others realize what he thinks in his heart, and realize his own value. Unwillingness also dissipated.

The cool wind blowing through the window blows the body head-on, which is a refreshing feeling of rebirth.

Everything seems to be changing, and the speed of the world's changes makes Yi Chengyi quicken his pace to catch up, but the only thing that has not changed may be the gaze that has been watching him by his side, which can give Yi Chengyi a sense of security His eyes are so real that they can penetrate all hypocrisy, making him always feel that he still exists in a real world.

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