The Art of Raiders of Rebirth

Anderson went back to Yi Chengyi's hometown. After driving for two full hours, the background sound outside the window had changed from the hustle and bustle of the city to the sound of the wind passing through the woods. Yi Chengyi's head was placed on Anderson's On the shoulder, it looked as if he had already fallen asleep, and Anderson's fingers were holding Yi Chengyi's left hand, which was unconscious. The car with high shock resistance was still required to slow down. The house standing in front of the forest has all the lights on, and the servants who manage the house are standing at the door.

As soon as he arrived at the door, the driver got out of the car and bent over to open the door after stopping the car. Anderson lowered his eyes and glanced at Yi Chengyi. The smooth and three-dimensional nasal bone lines and eyelashes projected on the face seemed to have a sense of tranquility. As if thinking for a while, Anderson changed the position of Yi Chengyi's head, and used gravity to let him lean against his chest. One hand was already placed on the crook of his leg, obviously in the posture of hugging him.

Then Yi Chengyi woke up.

At the moment of weightlessness, he was almost a little frightened. He didn't make any sound, but blinked at an abnormally fast rate, and he looked at a loss.

When sleeping and feeling weightless, there may be a shock feeling of falling from a height.

After staring at each other for a while, Yi Chengyi's sight had recovered. Anderson got out of the car, and the light from the living room illuminated half of his Shunguang side face, and Yi Chengyi happened to see that his backlight was a bit blurred. that side.

"arrive."

No time to be dazed, Yi Chengyi quickly got out of the car, he felt chills at the thought of being almost carried away by Anderson just now, once such a thing happened once, he would no longer have any face to speak of, the cold outside The air is no hotter than the temperature in the car, and the countryside is extraordinarily deserted.

"Here...Actually, I can go back to my own home." Speaking of which, Yi Chengyi hasn't gone back for a few months.

"Tomorrow, it's already late today, go to bed early." After finishing speaking, Anderson entered the room, his answer was obviously leeway, but it was more filled with a feeling of irreversibility.Glancing in the direction of his own home, Yi Chengyi followed into the house, the door was quickly closed, the phone vibrated from his pocket, he took it out and saw that it was Xiang Qianran calling.

When he picked it up, the other party was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't realize that he would get through so quickly, and then his words reached his ears.

"What were you doing just now?"

After Xiang Qianran's voice was processed by the data stream, it became cold and emotionless. Yi Chengyi wondered why Xiang Qianran would ask this question inexplicably, but still answered him honestly.

"I was sleeping just now, what's wrong?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and the inexplicable interruption made Yi Chengyi feel uncomfortable.

"So how long have you guys started? Now? Am I bothering you?"

"What do you mean?"

"It literally means, you and Anderson, I said, have you two been hiding from me for a long time? Do you know he likes you, or are you already together?"

Yi Chengyi was a little overwhelmed when asked this frankly, why did Xiang Qianran suddenly bring up such a thing?But the guilty conscience was real, and he gripped the phone a little harder.

"Anderson made it clear to me before I came to the hotel to paint, I don't know how to deal with this, but I'm not with him..."

"Really, do you like him then?"

"..." If he knew, these problems would not exist.

"If you don't like it, don't let him get close, Yi Chengyi, I beg you."

"..."

"Where are you?"

With his head down, he couldn't clearly see Yi Chengyi's expression at this time. He was silent for a long time, and then said softly, "The Anderson family."

Then the phone was disconnected.

You can see that there are dozens of missed calls from Xiang Qianran in the caller ID, and there is a call record with Xiang Qianran, but that was when Yi Chengyi fell asleep.

Anderson was still standing at the stairs with a blank expression on his face. Yi Chengyi put his phone in his pocket and turned around.

"You turned my phone to silent and then answered Xiang Qianran's call, so what did you say to him?"

"He asked me what you were doing, and then I put your head on my shoulder and said you were tired and resting against me, so calling every now and then would bother me, so don't call again tonight coming."

"He hates gays, he's my friend, Anderson."

"It's not the first day he's like this, brother, there's no need."

"...Do you know that this will hurt him?"

"I know, but he's been hurting me too."

Anderson glanced at other places, his face was expressionless, but it made people feel sad.

"Using you to hurt gays that make him sick."

If Yi Chengyi is very angry at this moment, it can only mean that he is angry with himself.

After Anderson finished speaking, he turned around and went upstairs, leaving only Yi Chengyi's back, inexplicably full of loneliness.

Covering her mouth and looking at the roof, Yi Chengyi's expression was a bit strange, as if her eyes were too dry and she was trying to secrete something to lubricate her eyes.

He was not sure about his feelings so he couldn't accept Anderson. Xiang Qianran used him to hurt Anderson, and Anderson also used him to hit Xiang Qianran, hurting two people who cared. In the end, he was the only one who didn't know anything. became the biggest culprit.

Sure enough, I still feel very wronged.

Raising his hand to wipe away the liquid that was about to overflow from his eyes, Yi Chengyi suddenly felt that he had nowhere to go.

He couldn't stay with these two people no matter who they were with.

No matter whose side he was with, the one who was abused the most was himself.

Yi Chengyi pushed open the door and walked out.

The cold wind outside poured into the house, and the sleeves, neckline, and eyes were blown dry all at once.

What the hell is he doing, what is this, well, do as you like, he just wants to make friends quietly, there is something wrong, right?Love it, hate it, how many things are caused by him?It's fun for everyone to impose their will on him like this, right?

He really doesn't know how to cherish such a friend, if he continues, he will almost not know how to be himself.

Walking on the all-too-familiar path home, Yi Chengyi almost wanted to vent all his complaints.

There are no stars or moon in the sky, only the vast and bottomless sky and the cold wind.

But now these inexplicable things made him feel at ease.

When I got back to my home, I knocked on the door for a long time. Surprisingly, the person who opened the door was Yi Yiqian, whom I hadn’t seen in a few years. He still had short stubble on his chin. The only one is the army green multi-pocket jacket that looks like a painting, full of indelible pencil marks and paint colors.

"Yo! One by one."

"Second uncle!" Looking him over carefully, Yi Chengyi sneaked into the room through the gap in the door blocked by Yi Yiqian.

"It's killing me."

"Hahaha..." Yi Yiqian closed the door, smiled brightly, and slapped Yi Chengyi's back forcefully. "The little hairy kid has grown a lot."

"Who is the little boy?" Immediately stretched out his hand in front of the radiator and blew at it, Yi Chengyi did not forget to refute.

"You and Yi Chengsan are almost no longer kids, hey, you're getting old." Yi Yiqian picked up a chair and sat down, and Yi Chengyi walked to Yi Yiqian's side.

"Where is my father?"

"upstairs."

"Oh."

"I was also upstairs just now. I was quarreled by you to open the door. It's so cold, why come back? I still choose the night."

Sitting opposite Yi Yiqian, Yi Chengyi blew hot air on his hand again.

"It's nothing, Second Uncle, I heard that your paintings have won many awards in recent years."

"Isn't there a way? I met Danyue after going to the art exhibition in Beijing a few years ago. Although he is a businessman, he has always paid attention to art. After going to the art exhibition, he has been in contact with him. The opportunities will be more and more in the future. There are more and more people I know.”

Yi Yiqian sighed.

"Nephew, I'm not like you. I have talent from the beginning. I'm [-], and my life has just begun."

I'm a bit speechless, but in fact he has been painting for 20 years in his previous life, so he is almost the same as the second uncle.

"Do you know Dan Mo?" Yi Yiqian suddenly changed the subject.

"Ah? I don't know." Qian Yi Chengyi looked at Yi Yi and shook his head honestly.

"He's Danqing's older brother. He's in the same class as Cheng Qusha, but he's in the Department of Chinese Painting. He's studying for a doctorate in the United States. It can be seen that he might stay in school to teach. Now the Department of Chinese Painting has asked him to tutor students."

It's not that he has never heard of the name Dan Mo, but he never thought that he would be Danqing's elder brother. He has seen a group of his works before, Jing·Hua·Lin, with magnificent brushwork, in a square inch, except for the outstanding Modeling ability and pen and ink cultivation, while adhering to the high degree of rationality in painting, they also play with the subtle changes in pen and ink and mind.Yi Chengyi was deeply impressed by the ethereal implication revealed in it, and perfectly integrated his own temperament and style. He remembered that those few pictures at that time had influenced him for a while.

"I have seen a lot of his paintings, and I admire him very much. If he is in the same class as Cheng Qusha, he is only about 28 now."

Yi Yiqian nodded with a smile on his face.

"He also admires you very much. This time when Cheng Qusha was in charge of the job in the city and there was a shortage of people, he was the first one to suggest that you do it."

"..." Yi Chengyi did not think of this point, besides the feeling of being flattered, there is also a little curiosity about that person in it.

"Actually, that's not what I want to talk about. It's just that he happens to be in Gome. Next Monday, I will officially teach at the Oil Painting Studio [-] of the China Academy of Art."

It was never expected that because of Yi Chengyi's rebirth, the trajectory of the characters has deviated from the previous life, but seeing the second uncle like this now, Yi Chengyi is happy no matter what.

"Second uncle, to be honest, I'm already planning to suspend my studies. I don't want to study at the Academy of Fine Arts. It will probably be in the next few days. I will leave here temporarily."

"Leave? Where are you going?"

"I haven't decided yet, but in fact, I can live on the savings I saved in the past few years. I don't have high requirements for living standards. I don't want to stay here now. I want to go to other places. .”

"That's just right, let's go to Hangzhou with me. Danyue has a studio next to Gome. You can go there to have a look, do some painting, and get some money every month."

"Is this asking me to go to the studio to paint? But good painting doesn't necessarily mean that you can be a good teacher."

If he were to be a teacher as an ordinary 16-year-old boy, he would not be convincing enough, but if he were to be a YCY, it would seem a bit too ostentatious. Besides, Yi Chengyi has become a little famous in the art world in recent years , has won many awards, big and small, and won two international awards when he was in the UK. The most important thing is that he was only 14 years old at the time. Although his real age is far more than that, it is undeniable that he Yi Chengyi was completely blessed with a plug-in buff. From the perspective of people in the industry, his age is completely out of proportion to the height of art he has achieved. It is precisely because the works he displayed are real that he has achieved success. That talented painter, but it is true that he can attract many third-year high school art students, because they are almost the same age, Yi Chengyi may be younger than them, but now it has become like this, let’s take a look at what Yi Chengyi is Such a person can be regarded as a knot for them.

"This studio is also one of his properties. It is large in scale and the teachers in it are basically of a high level. At the beginning, you just need to follow those teachers and watch more. He may not be able to teach well. If he has no time, he will definitely not be able to teach well. Don't be nervous, you have to be confident. Also, do you really plan to just go to high school and settle down? You must take the art test in the third year If you want to participate, it doesn’t matter if you don’t have enough culture at that time. There will always be art schools vying for you. Most people will see how much your work can sell for which art school you graduated from. If you want to publish a book in the future , Do you think the author’s introduction is more attractive if it is printed with graduation from Central America or Gome, or an author’s high school diploma? The most important thing is that you don’t know enough. Many things can only be learned in school. There may be very few people like you who can mature to such a degree at such a young age, but pride is not enough. Now that you think about passing this life so comfortably, you really can only do this, so put those who don’t want to Let others see your thoughts and throw them away, because you are better than others, so you have to work harder, and you have to find a way to reach a height that is difficult for others to reach."

"The first thing to do is not hard work, but attitude. Without attitude, hard work can only be regarded as compulsory, and the road will not go on."

It's been a long time since no one had reasoned with him, and for a while, he felt that his thinking had become more open. Although it was still a bit messy, he needed to sort it out now.

After a moment of silence, Yi Chengyi nodded.

"Second uncle, thank you."

"What can I say to my relatives to say thank you? There are only two painters in Lao Yi's family, so we have to take care of them a little more. Sure enough, adolescent children have a lot of things to do, hahaha."

After walking a few steps forward, Yi Yiqian turned his head and glanced at him.

"Why are you still sitting here, go to sleep, you still think it's still early, it's okay, the uncle is here."

A thank you was still pressed against his chest, Yi Chengyi stood up, his expression finally relaxed.

"Well, go to sleep."