RPAGF Chapter 303 The urge to create emerges again
Chapter 303 The urge to create emerges again
Xiaohua sighed softly. She understood Yang Cheng's feelings. Although they had received a lot of support at the exhibition, Black Tiger's attack was like a shadow that always loomed over their hearts. She looked at Yang Cheng with a firm gaze, "We haven't missed anything. We have always pursued the art that we love. Don't let Black Tiger's words affect us."
Yang Cheng turned his head slightly and looked into Xiaohua's eyes, as if seeking comfort in them. He knew Xiaohua was right; their efforts and perseverance had not been in vain. However, the deep-seated doubts in his heart still lingered.
"But sometimes, I'm really not sure..." Yang Cheng's voice was a little tired. "Is everything we do really meaningful? Or, in other words, can our art really bring anything to people?"
Xiaohua's heart trembled. She hadn't expected Yang Cheng to be so shaken. She reached out, took Yang Cheng's hand, and whispered, "Yang Cheng, don't doubt yourself. Our art isn't about pleasing others, but about expressing ourselves. If even we begin to question ourselves, then this path is truly meaningless."
Yang Cheng listened quietly to Xiao Hua's words. A warm feeling rose in his heart, but the uneasiness still lingered. He sighed softly, "Maybe you're right, but I need time to rediscover that feeling."
Xiaohua didn't say anything else, but just accompanied him silently. She knew that some problems could not be solved by just a few words, but required time to slowly settle and think.
Late at night, the lights still on in Yang Cheng's studio. The two people before the canvas, each with their own thoughts, are seeking answers to their respective artistic paths.
For the next few days, Yang Cheng remained immersed in his studio, attempting to resolve his inner confusion through his work. However, no matter how hard he tried, his brushstrokes seemed to slow, and the lines in his paintings appeared stiff. He felt an unprecedented anxiety, and the inspiration that once flowed freely seemed to have left him, replaced by endless confusion.
"What's going on?" Yang Cheng put down his brush, frowning. He looked at the painting in front of him, feeling that every stroke was so stiff and lifeless. This state of mind made him feel uneasy and even a little scared.
Xiaohua saw it all and was worried. She watched Yang Cheng grow increasingly silent and her heart was filled with worry. She knew Yang Cheng was going through his own internal struggle, but she wasn't sure how to help him.
One evening, Xiaohua decided to take Yang Cheng out for a walk. She took Yang Cheng out of the studio and walked to a nearby park, where there was a tranquil lake, where Yang Cheng had found inspiration for his works before.
"Yang Cheng, we can't stay in the studio all the time. Sometimes, going out and seeing the outside world may help you find the answer again." Xiao Hua said softly, his eyes full of concern.
Yang Cheng looked at Xiao Hua. Although he was still filled with anxiety, he knew that Xiao Hua was doing this for his own good. He nodded and followed her to the lake.
The lake shimmered in the setting sun, and a gentle breeze brought a refreshing coolness. Yang Cheng stood by the lake, took a deep breath, and felt a long-lost sense of relaxation. Perhaps he was too tense, and his inspiration was suppressed.
"Do you remember?" Xiaohua smiled and pointed at the lake. "We've found countless inspirations here. Every time I come here, I feel a sense of tranquility and strength."
Yang Cheng nodded, his eyes gradually softening. He did remember how they had discussed their work and dreams countless times here, and that unfettered feeling seemed to be gone forever.
"Maybe I should find that original intention again..." Yang Cheng murmured, staring at the lake, as if trying to find some answers from it.
"Your original intention has always been in your heart," Xiaohua said softly, "but sometimes we are blinded by the voices of the outside world and forget why we started all this in the first place."
Yang Cheng fell silent. He knew Xiao Hua was right. Perhaps it was time to let go of the outside voices and re-examine his own heart. He turned his head, looked at Xiao Hua, and said gratefully, "Thank you for always being by my side."
Xiao Hua smiled slightly and held Yang Cheng's hand: "We will always walk together, no matter how difficult the road ahead is."
Yang Cheng felt a warmth in his heart. He knew that with Xiaohua by his side, he wouldn't be alone. Perhaps he didn't need to find all the answers right away, but he could slowly explore and feel.
After a few days, Yang Cheng's condition gradually improved. He no longer pursued a quick finish, but returned to his original, free-flowing creative state. His brushstrokes began to flow again, as if he had found long-lost inspiration.
"I finally feel that I can create works with vitality again." Yang Cheng sighed, with a long-lost smile on his face.
Xiaohua looked at him, her heart filled with joy. She knew that Yang Cheng was slowly regaining his artistic rhythm, and she would continue to stay by his side and support his every decision.
However, just when they thought everything was going in the right direction, Black Tiger quietly reappeared. This time, he did not attack openly, but chose a more insidious method - spreading negative news about Yang Cheng and Xiao Hua's works in some small art exhibitions and art forums.
"Xiaohua, have you heard? Recently some forums have begun to question our work." One morning, Yang Cheng said with a frown, holding his mobile phone.
Xiaohua took the phone and quickly scanned a few posts. The content of those posts was ambiguous, but they implied that their works were not original and even questioned their creative ideas.
Xiaohua's expression changed slightly after reading the post on her phone. She pursed her lips tightly, a wave of unease welling up inside her. These so-called criticisms didn't directly point out the problem, but each sentence carried a subtle attack, like an invisible knife, trying to slice through their work bit by bit. She knew that facing such criticisms was the most difficult, because they didn't name anyone, yet they caused substantial damage to their reputation.
Yang Cheng clearly realized this. He put down his phone, leaned back in his chair, and took a deep breath, suppressing the dissatisfaction and anger within him. Every word in those posts seemed to tear at his self-esteem. The long-simmering anger in his heart began to stir, as if it would explode at any moment.
"They don't understand art at all," Yang Cheng whispered, his voice trembling as if he were suppressing his inner emotions. His gaze fixed on the ceiling, as if he were trying to find an outlet for his pent-up emotions. "These people only talk behind our backs. They've never seen our work in person, let alone truly understand our philosophy!"
Xiaohua looked at him, understanding his feelings. Since embarking on this artistic path, they had weathered countless storms and had long since learned how to face doubts and challenges. However, this time, the attack was too subtle, leaving them unable to confront it head-on, or even refute it.
"I know you're angry," Xiaohua said softly, a hint of comfort in his tone, "but we can't be defeated by these rumors. What we've always stood for is what matters most. Their words are just empty talk and can't shake our foundation."
Yang Cheng turned to look at her, his brow furrowed, his eyes flickering with complex emotions. He knew Xiao Hua was right. Faced with such a situation, they shouldn't be easily swayed by emotions. But that didn't mean he could easily accept these slanders.
"But I can't stand their groundless slander!" Yang Cheng couldn't help but raise his voice, a glint of fire flickering in his eyes. "We work so hard, pouring so much effort and energy into each painting, and they only need a few words to belittle us!"
Xiaohua reached out and gently pressed the back of Yang Cheng's hand, trying to calm him down. Her eyes were soft yet firm. "I know this is painful, but we can't fall into their trap. If we lose our composure, we'll play into their hands. They want to see us panic, so their attack will be more convincing."
Yang Cheng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and forced himself to calm down. He knew Xiao Hua was right. Anger could not solve the problem, but would make things more complicated.
"You're right," Yang Cheng whispered, his voice calmer but still tinged with a hint of resentment. He opened his eyes, his gaze more resolute. "We can't let them influence us. We have more important things to do."
Xiaohua nodded, feeling relieved. She knew this turmoil was just the beginning, and they would face more challenges in the future. But she believed that as long as they remained true to their original aspirations, no matter how strong the storm, it would not be able to defeat them.
Over the next few days, Yang Cheng and Xiao Hua decided to ignore the negative comments and focus all their attention on their creation. They began to work even more intently, as if the rumors had become their motivation, urging them to move forward even more resolutely.
Yang Cheng began waking up early every day and immersing himself in his studio. From dawn to late at night, he rarely left the canvas. He constantly experimented with new creative techniques, challenging himself and exploring the possibilities of art. With each stroke of his brush, he felt a long-lost passion, the urge to create surged again.
Xiaohua, on the other hand, silently supported him. She was equally immersed in her own creations, while also offering suggestions and feedback on Yang Cheng's work. Their collaboration became increasingly seamless, and they understood each other's ideas without needing to speak too much.