After staying at the Municipal Art Museum until almost one o'clock in the afternoon, Ran Tian seemed to disappear from Fang Yi's sight and never appeared again. After leaving the art museum, Yan Daqi, as a senior brother, treated Fang Yi and the four of them to a meal.
Fan, Zhang Xu and the other three took Fang Yi's old Poussin back to Shiyi.
The next day, Fang Yi got up early in the morning and worked twice with Luan Xiao on the playground. After breakfast, he went to the studio, prepared things and waited for Zheng Yuan to come over and start painting. Everything was ready.
Fang Yi looked at the clock on the wall and saw that it was almost the appointed time. However, judging from Fang Yi's limited experience in making appointments with women, it would take more than half an hour for Zheng Yuan to arrive because the girl's clock
Go slowly!
Thinking that he still had some time, Fang Yi reached out and picked up an unfinished small painting. It was either about the shape of the painting or used to study Titian's color sense. It was just small pieces of color and then painted on it.
Dye the mask with a transparent color and look at the final effect. This is a somewhat experimental painting method that Fang Yi came up with, just to study the color matching of the masters.
As soon as he put the small picture frame on the easel, he saw Zheng Yuan pushing open the door and walking in with his piano case in hand. Fang Yi was not prepared for this at all, so he raised his head and looked at the clock, feeling still in his heart.
Thinking: Yes, eight o'clock is still five minutes away! Why did Zheng Yuan come so early!
"What's wrong?" Zheng Yuan looked at Fang Yi and looked at Zhong and said with a smile: "Isn't it eight o'clock as agreed? Did I mishear that I was late?".
After listening to Zheng Yuan's words, Fang Yi quickly waved his hands and said, "No, no! It's just that none of the appointments I made with others were on time, so I thought it would take you some time to arrive!" After Fang Yi finished speaking, he quickly said
The small painting that had been placed was taken off the easel.
Zheng Yuan smiled after hearing Fang Yi's words and said: "You mean girls are generally not punctual? In fact, this is also an opportunity for you to show your gentlemanly demeanor. Don't be so stingy!".
"It's better not to take this opportunity!" Fang Yi felt a little uncomfortable when he thought about how stupid he was, standing there waiting for someone. He had nothing to do and stood there for more than half an hour looking stupid.
Zheng Yuan smiled and said, "Then where should I sit?" After saying that, he put the cello in his hand on the nearest chair, and then directly opened the button of the piano case.
Fang Yi quickly raised his hand and said to Zheng Yuan: "Sit on the square stool over there." After saying that, he stood up from the easel, walked to the surrounding windows and began to close the curtains of the studio near where Zheng Yuan was going to sit.
I pulled it up, then went to the switch box and turned on the light above Zheng Yuan's head, trying to recreate the scene on the stage the night before yesterday as much as possible.
Carrying the piano, Zheng Yuan walked to the stool that Fang Yi pointed to, sat down and felt it for a while and said: "This stool is a bit high! I feel uncomfortable when I hold the piano. Can it be replaced with an ordinary chair?".
I only chose this stool because it has no back, but since others have objections, I might as well change it to a chair. At worst, I won’t be able to draw it on my canvas, so I thought of this and brought the chair I had on hand to Zheng Yuan.
After sitting on a chair and trying it out, Zheng Yuan nodded and said: "This height is enough! What kind of posture do you want to do?" After speaking, he gestured twice to Fang Yi with the bow on the piano.
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Fang Yi had already put the shoveled canvas on the easel. He looked at Zheng Yuan's swinging arms and said, "No, just do it as you normally do. You can also play a tune!".
"Then I treat it as practicing the piano?" Zheng Yuan asked, looking at Fang Yi with a smile on his face. Watching Fang Yi nod and stand up from the chair, he went to the piano case and took out a sheet of music and put it down.
I went to the stool not far away, turned a few pages and started to pull up.
When the delicate sound of the piano flowed out from the strings with Zheng Yuan's hands, Fang Yi felt that the feelings he had that night came back. He did not draw any sketches, but dipped a paintbrush in a little ripe brown and painted on the canvas.
The small draft fixed Zheng Yuan's large image on the canvas, and Fang Yi began to paint it for the first time. The ivory black blended with the white, forming different gray tones that separated the highlights and dark parts on the canvas.
When Fang Yi wiped the white paint onto the canvas, Fang Yi put down the brush and began to use his palms to dissolve the color on the canvas. From time to time, he picked up the painting knife on the painting cabinet and touched the dark lines of the clothes of the characters and some edges of the cello.
The lines are strengthened to make them more rigid and present a soft and strong feeling with a little toughness.
Zheng Yuan felt a little uncomfortable when she first sat on the stool, but after playing for less than a minute, she completely calmed down, just like practicing piano at ordinary times, and could not feel Fang Yi's presence. From time to time, she used her eyes
Scan the sheet music and dive into your own practice.
After a minute or two, Fang Yi looked up at Zheng Yuan, who was playing the piano, and then continued to immerse himself in his canvas. Seeing Zheng Yuan completely immersed in the sound of his piano, Fang Yi felt that he didn't have to rack his brains to talk to the model.
Chatting, the mood is not to mention how good it is.
In this way, there are melodious piano sounds in the studio, and there are two young people who are silent. One is immersed in practicing the piano, closing his eyes from time to time and investing his emotions into his performance. The other is focusing on his own performance.
From time to time, I raise my head to look at my model, lower my head to pick and mix colors on the palette, and then use a brush or knife to apply these colors to the canvas in front of me.
Neither of them spoke. When their eyes met once or twice, they each smiled at each other, and then their eyes flashed away and they focused on their own matters.
An hour passed and the music in the studio stopped.
Zheng Yuan leaned the piano in her hand on the chair, walked to Fang Yi's canvas and looked at Fang Yi's painting.
"How is it?" Fang Yi couldn't help but ask, and the wet towel he was wiping his hands stopped.
Zheng Yuan looked at herself on the canvas with a smile on her face and joked to Fang Yi: "I didn't see anything else, but most of my face should be in shadow, right? I'm a model.
It’s a bit of a loss, I don’t even show my face, I just have a bright forehead! Do you think my forehead is that big?”
"Haha" Fang Yi smiled and threw the cloth in his hand on the painting cabinet, then stared at Zheng Yuan and said: "It's not too big but not too small either, it's just right! If this painting doesn't satisfy you, I'll paint it for you next time
A bust! It can’t be said to be a bust, just a face that fills the entire frame, and I’ve traced the pores on the entire face for you! Now you must be satisfied!”
"You can go all out to vilify me!" After hearing Fang Yi's words, Zheng Yuan thought about how ugly it would be if her face took up the entire painting: "There is only one face in the entire painting, even if I don't draw it,
Scold you, someone will scold you when you take it to the exhibition! You don’t pay attention to the beauty of composition at all!”
Fang Yi stared at Zheng Yuan's face and said seriously: "Don't mention it, your face is a little thinner, even if it is moved to the canvas, it will look better than others.
". At this time, Fang Yi was telling the truth. Zheng Yuan's face was a little thin, and the outer contour of his face was
The line from the nose to the chin is soft but a little tough. If it weren't for the straight nose and the pair of round almond eyes, the face would be a bit androgynous. But now the face shape matches
Whether it is body shape or appearance, Zheng Yuan can be regarded as a beauty.
Zheng Yuan heard this and said: "It's better to save the painting of your girlfriend! When the time comes, her big face will be hung in the exhibition hall. See if she wants to slap you!".
Fang Yi laughed twice after hearing this.
Zheng Yuan's eyes fell on the paintings next to Fang Yi's painting cabinet, took a few glances and said: "I wanted to ask you when I came here last time, why are so many paintings not finished?" After that, he started to light up.
He seemed to be counting with his fingers: "There are six large and small pictures!".
"Some are for color practice, and some are practice paintings where I want to incorporate light. They are short-term paintings with no meaning of preservation. There are only two paintings that I decided to spend time polishing. Sometimes the pursuit of a color feeling in oil paintings makes some
The color dries too slowly, so I can only paint more. This also means that I don't want to sit idle in the studio, otherwise I will feel a little bored!" Fang Yi explained.
After hearing this, Zheng Yuan knelt down and looked at one of Fang Yi's practice paintings, and said, "I don't know how you found your girlfriend when you were always bored in the studio! Didn't your girlfriend complain that you didn't accompany her?".
Fang Yi glanced at Zheng Yuan, then quickly looked away, and said: "I woke up early! There is nothing I can do about it, and my girlfriend comes to the studio every time, so I just find a canvas for her to play happily on.
That's it!" Zheng Yuan squatted down, and Fang Yi glanced at the two round lumps that shouldn't be seen from the angle where he was standing, plus a deep v.
The collar is also a little too low! Fang Yi couldn't help but think to himself. He never thought that it was the performance clothes he asked people to wear the day before yesterday. Did this thing have the collar all the way to the chin? Fang Yi didn't look like that.
Some people stare blankly or peek at others, mainly because they are impolite. On the other hand, they have seen more than ten models. Compared with these models, this situation is considered a small scene.
"Why don't you find a boyfriend?" Fang Yi asked Zheng Yuan.
Zheng Yuan looked at the painting and said casually to Fang Yi: "None of the men in front of me are attractive to me. Instead of finding someone who makes me look upset, it is better to practice piano quietly by myself."
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Fang Yi listened and thought about it. This person was the last performer in the internal performance. Although he could not tell the level of his performance, he thought it was quite good: "Are you planning to join the symphony orchestra after graduation?".
"Not so soon!" Zheng Yuan said: "In two years I plan to go to the United States to study at Curtis or the New England Conservatory of Music for a few years. If I can't go to these two schools, I will choose the University of Southern California Conservatory of Music.
Let's make plans after we get out!" After saying this, he raised his head and asked Fang Yi: "What about you! Do you have any plans to study abroad?".
"I haven't thought about it myself!" Fang Yi thought for a moment and said, "But now that the teacher has started teaching me French, it seems that there is a high probability that he will find a time to send me abroad!".
After listening to Fang Yi's words, Zheng Yuan smiled and said: "Everyone else is thinking about going abroad, but you don't want to go abroad when you have the chance!".
"I'm not a petty bourgeoisie. I like Western food and so on! I just like our Chinese food. At most, I just ask for large pieces of meat. I feel uncomfortable when I go abroad and eat hamburgers and chew bread all day long!
"Fang Yi said.
Zheng Yuan couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh out loud.
After Fang Yi finished speaking, he looked at the time and said to Zheng Yuan, "We should practice the piano, and we should paint, right?".
"Okay!" Zheng Yuan stood up, put down the skirt in her hand and walked back to her chair.