Chapter 248: The Mad Painter’s Real Doll Has a Rich Inner World (11)

Chapter 248: The Mad Painter's Real Doll Has a Rich Inner World (11)

After Ji Feng painted those hypnotizing paintings and hypnotized some people, those who were hypnotized truly felt their emotions shifting.

In the professional terminology of this world, their emotional sensitivity (the ability to feel emotions deeply) had increased.

The so-called emotional sensitivity refers to the sensitivity to the seven emotions and six desires (a traditional Chinese concept of human emotions and desires).

It often represents the intensity of a person's joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

The lower the emotional sensitivity, the more indifferent the person is, to the extent that they can kill without a second thought.

To obtain happiness, intense stimulation is required.

Nowadays, the emotional sensitivity of criminals is below 10, making them widely despised and feared.

Research has found that portraits can effectively stimulate and enhance the emotional sensitivity of humans.

Moreover, the more realistic the painting, the more it resonates and the more popular it becomes.

However, landscape paintings, like Ji Feng's, rarely resonate.

In terms of painting technique, Ji Feng is undoubtedly the champion, but unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time.

Later, he took a path of madness, transforming his paintings into hypnotic works.

Those who were hypnotized found it easier to feel happiness than when they were awake.

They experienced happiness in hypnosis, indulging in the illusory world of hypnosis, slowly deteriorating.

Because of this, when many people discovered that Ji Feng's paintings had hypnotic functions, they didn’t report it; instead, they actively sought out the paintings to be hypnotized.

This group even included some high-ranking individuals.

Their reasoning was simple.

Even if this world is real, they are not happy, so this real world pales in comparison to the happiness of the illusory world.

A small number of rational individuals believed that even with low emotional sensitivity, they must confront this harsh reality.

Song Chuyi carefully examined this concept and couldn't help but marvel at how complex the human world is.

Even with the same modern social background, each small world has its own unique traits.

Indeed, he loves humans the most.

Joy surged in Song Chuyi's heart, and that hint of pleasure radiated from within, adding a touch of life to the stiff real doll.

At this moment, Song Tianhua was still trying to persuade Ji Feng when he suddenly heard Ji Feng say:

"He is very happy now."

"What?" Song Tianhua was stunned, looking confused, "Who is very happy?"

"Yi Yi," Ji Feng replied, bending down to kiss the corner of Yi Yi's eye.

"Why is Yi Yi happy?"

"Is it because he wants me to participate in the competition?"

The kiss landed softly, lingering on Yi Yi's lips.

Without hesitation, he kissed Yi Yi, and under Song Tianhua's shocked gaze, he bit his own lip.

The taste of blood spread, staining the soft lips bright red.

After the kiss, Ji Feng let out a soft, low chuckle.

"If this is what Yi Yi wants, I’ll do it."

He blocked Song Tianhua’s view and whispered, "If Yi Yi agrees, just blink, okay?"

Song Chuyi hesitated briefly, then gave a slight flicker of his eyes.

Ji Feng noticed the tiny movement and suddenly burst into laughter.

He pulled Yi Yi into a tight embrace, his whole body trembling with excitement.

Nearby, Song Tianhua stood there, completely baffled.

He remembered his teacher’s words.

Ji Feng was overly sensitive to emotions, often picking up on feelings others couldn’t.

But this also made it hard for him to connect with others.

Since others couldn’t understand him, he’d drown in the emotions he felt.

If he couldn’t express himself, Ji Feng... might lose his mind.

Painting was a great outlet for him, but Ji Feng stuck to landscapes.

Landscapes, as everyone knows, only appeal to a niche audience.

Most people, though, prefer portraits.

Ji Feng was talented, but his art didn’t fit the times.

Song Tianhua sighed, pitying Ji Feng in his heart.

What’s worse, Ji Feng seemed completely unhinged.

He seemed... downright crazy.

After a long pause, Song Tianhua cautiously asked, "Mr. Ji, maybe you should see a doctor?"

At this, Ji Feng gradually cooled down from his frenzy.

He brushed a light kiss on the corner of Yi Yi’s lips before turning to Song Tianhua.

"No need." His face lit up with joy, radiating confidence and flair.

"Go tell them I’ll enter the competition with a portrait."

Song Tianhua’s eyes brightened, and he quickly said, "Got it, I’ll tell the teacher right now."

The teacher once said that with Ji Feng's talent and emotional sensitivity, if he could successfully paint a portrait, it would definitely strike a deep chord!

Seeing Ji Feng's portraits will surely boost anyone's emotional sensitivity!

Song Tianhua couldn't wait to see Ji Feng's portrait paintings.

He quickly said goodbye and rushed off to report back.

After he left, Ji Feng turned to Yi Yi and tapped his cheek.

He was in such a good mood, his voice softened.

"Yi Yi's been so good today."

"Feel like going out to play?"

Ji Feng touched Yi Yi's eyes, caressing them almost obsessively.

"Once Yi Yi can walk, we'll go out and play, alright?"

As he spoke, he chuckled to himself once more.

Song Chuyi: ...

I can't help but think Ji Feng's a bit off his rocker.

But these days Ji Feng will be busy painting, so he probably won't have time to mess with me, right?

Only when he entered the studio that afternoon did Song Chuyi realize he was wrong.

Ji Feng had plenty of time to bother him; in fact, he seemed to have all the time in the world to toy with him!

Painting? More like using him as his personal model.

After experimenting with different poses, he'd start sketching.

By afternoon's end, the trash was full, yet not one portrait met his standards.

Song Chuyi noticed all the paintings Ji Feng had tossed aside.

Setting aside the awkward poses, the portraits were actually quite impressive.

Each piece radiated a bold, decadent allure, as if the young man in the painting was luring the viewer into temptation.

No matter how you slice it, these are exceptionally striking (small) artworks.

Sadly, Ji Feng was never content.

Three days flew by, and tomorrow was the competition's preliminary submission deadline.

Ji Feng still hadn't finished a single portrait.

It seemed he still couldn't capture that perfect portrait.

In the studio, Ji Feng gazed at Yi Yi, his eyes dark and intense.

No matter how much he pestered Yi Yi over the past few days, there was no response.

As if that flicker of movement in Yi Yi's eyes had been nothing but a figment of his imagination.

The intense emotions that received no response churned within Ji Feng, making him increasingly irritable. He frowned deeply, and on a whim, he asked a question.

"Yi Yi, do you want to be with me?"

Song Chuyi's eyelids fluttered, the question catching him off guard!

Ji Feng noticed that slight tremor and let out a hearty laugh.

As if he had come to a realization, he grabbed his brush and started sketching rapidly.

After an hour, Ji Feng set his brush down.

Song Chuyi glanced to the side and had only one thought in mind:

Thanks for the invite, but I'm out.