My name is Yu Sheng.

My dream is to become a world-renowned theoretical doctor, to study physics, pursue mathematics, and explore the unknown.

I knew I could do it because I felt like everyone around me was stupider than me, and then the teacher told me it was because I was too smart.

But I was wrong, ridiculously wrong.

Now it's the sixth.

……

Sunlight filtered through the cracks in the worn curtains, dappling into my cramped and messy studio.

I sat quietly in front of the dilapidated easel, the brush and spatula in my hand slowly roaming on the canvas, the inferior oil dye was a little pungent, but I seemed to be distracted and seriously creating, outlining one scene after another that confused me.

Next to him is my father, Yu Zuoqing.

My mother has passed away, died when I was very young, and I miss her so much.

I don't like to create, I don't love oil painting, this "dedication" to oil painting is like a raging flame, which scorches me in my heart and makes me live in torment every day.

My father changed, and after my mother died, he changed, he became nervous, he became crazy, he became twenty hours out of twenty hours drawing.

I didn't have enough to eat every day, I was hungry every day, I told my father I was hungry, and my father ignored me.

I'm so skinny, I'm definitely hungry.

It doesn't matter, I can eat less, food and clothing are low-level needs, while I enjoy higher-level needs.

Suddenly, one day, everything changed, and my father stood in front of me like a wild beast and righteously asked me to study oil painting and make it his life's work.

I wondered, why do I want to learn oil painting? Everyone has the right to choose their own path, and I know very well that my path is definitely not an oil painting.

If I had to study more advanced and perfect oil painting materials, I could also consider it.

Draw?

That's not what I'm going to do.

My father was very tough, and he turned a deaf ear to whatever I said, and forcibly shoved the brush into my hand.

I refused, and he beat me.

I cried.

I miss my mother, who always told me when I was still alive that no matter what I do, she will support me, as long as I don't break the law and commit crimes, as long as I don't do things that hurt others, I can do anything.

My father's attitude is obviously the same as my mother's, why didn't I learn oil painting after my mother died?

I don't understand.

I was very confident in my IQ, confident to the point of conceit, but no matter how high my IQ was, I couldn't understand my father's behavior.

He said that it was his dream, and I was even more confused, and my head was full of question marks.

"You have to chase your dreams yourself, why impose them on me, you can draw them yourself! I don't learn! ”

When I finally said this, my father did something that sent chills down my spine: he chopped off his own fingers.

"See?! My fingers are gone! I can't draw anymore! You can't draw it yourself, you have to draw it! ”

My brain went blank.

I was so scared that I almost peed out.

I compromised.

I dare not disobey my father again.

I'm afraid he'll chop off my finger next.

If he dares to chop off his own, he will dare to chop off mine.

I started to learn oil painting, which was so easy for me, that I mastered the basics in a few days and reached my father's highest level in a few months.

But skills are just tools.

Just as the ninety-nine multiplication table is just a mathematical tool, knowing the multiplication table does not mean that you understand mathematics.

True oil painting creation needs inspiration, elements, and touching content.

My father expected me to do great work, and he said it was his dream and his mother's dream.

I still wonder, didn't my mother's dream make me do what I loved? How has it changed?

Which of you two is telling the truth and who is telling the truth?

I couldn't figure it out, so I simply didn't think about it, and I began to think seriously about the creation of oil paintings.

The world has changed for me, and I know it's not the world that has changed, it's me who has changed.

One day I realized that the most real brushstrokes in life are emotions, they paint our inner world, make our lives colorful, if we can use oil painting to present it, it will definitely shock the whole country and the world.

"Dad, do you know what Seven Emotions are?"

The father was strange and dissatisfied: "Don't think about messing around, draw well." ”

I smiled: "Dad, seven feelings, joy is like the warm sun of spring, all things grow, angry like the summer wind, the flame in the chest, sad like the autumn sunset leaves, indescribable, fear like a ghost in the night, lurking, love is like a winter stove, warm people's hearts, evil is like a poisonous snake and beast, avoid, desire is like an abyssal mouth, devouring everything, do you understand?" ”

My father didn't understand: "What kind of text are you dragging?" Draw seriously! ”

Me: "I'm talking about painting, Dad, don't you expect me to create great works?" I realized, I want to create, paint and weave with emotion, give with life, and feel slowly with my heart. ”

The father was at a loss.

Me: "I'm going to kill people, take my life and take my emotions, isn't it a genius idea?" Life is gone, and painting is a testimony to it. ”

Father: "Crazy! ”

Me: "I'm going." ”

I wasn't joking with my father, who changed when he found out about this, and he suddenly told me not to draw.

"Son, calm down, we won't draw, we'll stop painting......"

I'm weird, didn't you ask me to draw it? Didn't you ask me to create great works? Didn't you chop off your own fingers and force me to pick up a paintbrush and scraper?

Yes, a scraper.

Use a spatula to force life and emotions, and use a spatula to create new colors.

I'm so smart.

"Nope! Ha ha! I want to draw! I love to draw! I must be able to, the Seven Emotions series will definitely shake the world! Dad, you wait! You wait for me for ten years! ”

I'm leaving.

I never saw my father again.

It's already the sixth, and I'd love to meet my father, soon, soon.

When the seventh painting is finished, I want to talk to my father...... I've made it, I've done what you want to do, are you proud of me?

……

My name is Qu Chuan.

My dream is to be rich, and if I can make another name, it will be the icing on the cake.

It's a pure dream, it's a real dream, I'm proud of my dream, and if someone says they don't care about money, it's definitely pretending to be X.

But I was wrong, terriblely wrong.

Yu Sheng is a madman, and I shouldn't be working with a madman.

I became the sixth painting and I can't see the seventh anymore.

……

My father was a painter, so I was exposed to painting since I was a child, but I looked down on painting, and the people who painted were poor, but my father had a little money.

I've been in love since elementary school, and the meaning of life is money and women, I'm very vulgar, but who can be vulgar.

One day Yu Sheng came to me, I knew him, his family was very poor, his father was supported by his wife for food and death, and I looked down on him.

But he's smart, and I can't compare to anything, and I'm jealous of him.

He said he had painted a picture to be published under my name, and I was weird.

He promised that he would be famous and that he would make money, and I agreed.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the first painting of the Seven Feelings series was released, the art world shook, my father was excited, and I was interviewed by the media......

And then there's the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth.

I am worth more than 10 million yuan, and I began to worry that Yu Sheng would take away all this, but Yu Sheng is like a saint, he does not seek fame or profit, and he does not want me to give him money, as long as the basic living expenses are only a few thousand yuan per month.

"Zero take the old banknotes without serial numbers to avoid the rules, put them in the agreed position, don't contact me if you have nothing to do, I don't know you."

Yu Sheng doesn't want to have any contact with me, I don't want anyone to know about our relationship, I don't know what he's thinking, but I'm happy to see it happen, that's the best.

Later, when I arrived in Yangcheng, Yu Sheng should have followed me, but I don't know where he was.

He is elusive and evil.

The police came to the door, I'm not stupid, since I must have a reason for finding out my head, Yu Sheng said that the Seven Emotions series of oil paintings were created with life, and I suspect that he killed someone.

But I don't care, I didn't kill it, just give me the remaining two paintings.

Yu Sheng said that he would give it to me soon and let me get out of the police tracking.

When he took out the oil painting spatula and stabbed me in the throat, I knew for the first time that a soft spatula could be so sharp.

Yu Sheng is a madman, and I really shouldn't work with a madman.

He said I was the sixth painting and had already given it to me.

I saw that painting, the work of genius, and I admit that Yu Sheng is a genius, and I can't compare to him.

Okay, it's worth it, at least I've enjoyed eight years of drunken life, enjoyed the beauty of the world that ordinary people can't enjoy, enjoyed the crazy pursuit of fans, and enjoyed the wanton carnival of life.

What is the seventh painting? Who else is he going to kill, why is the order reversed, and why Yu Sheng allowed the Seven Emotions series to be flawed.

There is no answer, and in the final picture, I saw Yu Sheng's emotionless eyes.

I'm leaving.

Goodbye, colorful world.

……

"Everyone in the detachment suspends their work and searches the whole city for Yu Sheng's location!" In the office of the task force, Geng Jianqing issued an order, "The monitoring is fully covered, and no mobile phone, ID card, bank card, or rental information under your name should be missed." ”

When did he join the pursuit of the suspect, use his own advantages, rely on surveillance and start looking for Yu Sheng's traces in Quanyang City.

Face recognition, feature recognition, and the communications department are in full swing, and the network supervisor has also been transferred.

"Notify the police, traffic police, and special police to set up a card on the road to investigate, as long as Yu Sheng's whereabouts are found, he will be arrested on the spot, and if he encounters violent resistance to arrest, he can shoot directly, the suspect killed six people is extremely dangerous, let everyone pay attention to safety, and he must not be given the opportunity to take hostages!"

"Qin He, inform Ding Qingyang to go to Yu Sheng's father, Yu Zuoqing, to check if he knows where his son is and whether the two have been in contact."

One order after another sounded in Geng Jianqing's mouth.

Qin He: "Yes." ”

He picked up his mobile phone and called Ding Qingyang.

Chen Yi was still looking at the photos on the big screen, looking at each other in different time and space, making his eyes sharper and sharper, like a calm cold pool that began to be turbulent.

The whole city is under martial law, and the suspect must be in a hurry to finish the seventh painting, where will he be?

Pick a random place?

No, there must be a reason.

On the premise of ensuring safety, he needs to find a place that he thinks is perfect to end the Seven Feelings series.

(End of chapter)