Chapter 105: Senior Brother Looking at the Painting
Zheng Yuan did not mention getting paid for being a model for herself, so Fang Yi would definitely provide lunch. However, when it was time to eat, Fang Yi couldn't find anyone to sit with him. Zhang Xu and Lu Xiaomin walked onto the road.
The two people in the dormitory had already finished their lunch when they returned to the Normal University. Qu Gu and Su Meng had no idea where they were and they didn't know which corner they had slipped into to enjoy their two-person world.
After making a lot of phone calls and seeing the result, Fang Yi had no choice but to take Zheng Yuan to a restaurant at the back door for dinner. After the two of them came back, Fang Yi continued to draw and Zheng Yuan continued to practice the piano. Originally, it was just a good idea.
In the morning, Zheng Yuan didn't mention leaving, and Fang Yi didn't mention it either. The two stayed for a few more hours just like it was in the morning.
"Let's go! It's time to eat again," Fang Yi put down his brush and said to Zheng Yuan.
Zheng Yuan also put down her bow and stood up from the chair: "It's really quiet here, much better than the piano room in school!".
"If it wasn't quiet enough, the teacher would have cursed at the top of his voice," Fang Yi said with a smile.
"Then do you want to ask them if they have something to eat together this time?" Zheng Yuan watched Fang Yi walking towards the small kitchen of the studio and followed him directly.
Fang Yi thought for a moment and looked up at the window: "Let's forget it, what's the point!" After washing off the paint on his hands, Fang Yi wiped his hands with a dry towel, and then looked at Zheng Yuan who was also on the water faucet.
After washing, I handed over the towel.
"No need!" Zheng Yuan shook the water droplets on her hand and said to Fang Yi: "We'll do it in a moment!". In fact, Zheng Yuan loves to be clean. Of course, it can be said that this girl has a kind of cleanliness. Don't say it.
Fang Yi casually handed over the towel after wiping it, but Zheng Yuan had no interest in using the towel even after he had dried it.
Of course, Fang Yi didn't know about her Xiao Jiepi, but when she saw Zheng Yuan swinging her hands twice and then spreading her hands on both sides of her body, she knew that she was not used to using her own handkerchief.
When he got to the kitchen, Fang Yi took out a box of paper towels from his painting cabinet. Without taking it out, he handed the box to Zheng Yuan: "Wipe it! This is what I sometimes use to absorb oil from paints.
, don’t worry!”.
"Sorry!" Zheng Yuan took out two tissues from the box, wiped his hands, and said to Fang Yi.
He raised the box in his hand to indicate that he didn't want it anymore. He looked at Zheng Yuan and shook his head and put the box directly on the painting counter: "It's okay! Girls are very clean. My sister didn't like me to use it when she was a child.
It's her thing, but the more she doesn't let me use it, the more I have to use it. Every time I use it, she catches me! Because when I was little, I would come back with two little black claws!"
"Haha!" Zheng Yuan smiled in agreement after listening to Fang Yi's words. She didn't tell Fang Yi that her problem was much more serious than your sister's. When she was at home, her parents didn't know how to use towels. She hadn't had one since she was a child.
Like other children, she likes to sleep with her father because she feels uncomfortable!
The two of them walked to the door. Fang Yi turned off the light and was about to lock the door when he heard Zhao Jie's voice: "Fang Yi, Mu Jin! Where are you going?" After speaking, he looked up at the silhouettes of the two of them.
Only then did he realize that the girl standing next to Fang Yi was much taller than Mu Jin. Her height reached Fang Yi's ears and was only less than ten centimeters shorter than Fang Yi. Upon discovering this, he quickly said: "Sorry, I got the wrong person!"
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After listening to Zhao Jie's words, Fang Yi opened the door again, turned on the light and said to Zhao Jie: "You are here, so I don't have to lock the door." As soon as the light came on, Fang Yi introduced the two of them.
, and then said: "Would you like to have dinner with us?".
Zhao Jie said: "What a lie! Just now you asked me to watch the door, and now you ask me to eat!".
"I'm just going to be polite to you," Fang Yi said with a smile.
Zhao Jie raised his legs and entered the studio: "It's better for you to go! I'm full of food tonight!".
"Then let's go," Fang Yi said to Zheng Yuan, and the two of them left the studio.
Zhao Jie stood alone in the studio on Fang Yi's easel and looked at the results of Fang Yi's paintings in a day, as well as the cello placed aside. He knew that the girl was a model as Fang Yi said. Zhao Jie did not
Thinking of some flaws, it is normal for a painter to find a beautiful model.
Zhao Jie took an easel and sat in front of the plaster. After painting for a while, Zhao Jie saw a person appear at the door. He thought it was Zhou Tong and opened his mouth and said, "Teacher Zhou is here!" As soon as the words left his mouth, he changed to "Teacher Zhou".
One sentence: "Who are you looking for!". The person in my heart was wondering: Why did two unknown people come to the studio tonight? The person standing at the door now is older than Zhou Tong, in his early thirties.
"Where's Fang Yi? Why are you alone in Teacher Liu's studio!" The person who came was none other than Yan Daqi. He had just finished dinner at Liu Hongshuo's house and heard that Fang Yi would be in the studio at night, so he wanted to come over and see this new acquaintance.
How good is my little junior brother's painting that can make Liu Hongshuo, who has a very high level of attention, love him so much? Moreover, when talking to him, he is very sane, so he wants to see Fang Yi's skills even more.
Regarding Fang Yi's skill, Yan Daqi initially estimated that it was at most the level of his own college graduation. Even if it was higher, it would not be much higher! For a child under the age of twenty, he could start painting at the age of five or six.
It only took about ten years. As for the perfect score in the art exam, Yan Daqi also got perfect scores from the Central Academy of Fine Arts at that time, and the Central Academy of Fine Arts also took one more creative subject! Except for Fang Yi's cultural score, the art exam did not scare Yan Daqi.
"Who are you?" Zhao Jie watched this person walk in and stood up from his seat, paying attention to every move of the person! As if he was afraid that Yan Daqi would come and steal things from the studio.
Yan Daqi looked at Zhao Jie's defensive look and said with a smile: "I'm not here to steal anything!".
"I don't think you look like it either," he said with a smile on his face, but his gaze continued to follow Yan Daqi, making Yan Daqi dumbfounded.
Yan Daqi had no choice but to pull up a stool and sit down not far from the studio door, so that Zhao Jie could see: "It's time to go! I'll sit here and wait for Fang Yi to come back!".
Zhao Jie then sat down: "Then you have to wait for a while. Fang Yi just went out to eat and it's just a matter of front and back with you!".
"It doesn't matter! I have nothing to do at night anyway!" Yan Daqi then saw the easel set up in front of Zhao Jie. Since he was being stared at, he should go and look at the paintings in front of others. When he walked to the easel, Yan Daqi glanced at it and asked
Said: "You haven't been studying painting for a long time!"
"Yes! I have only been studying with Teacher Fang and Teacher Zhou for more than half a year," Zhao Jie said.
"It's very good to have been painting like this for half a year." Yan Daqi looked at it and nodded, and then asked: "The teacher Zhou you are talking about is Zhou Tong?".
"Do you know Teacher Zhou Tong?" Zhao Jie looked at Yan Daqi and asked, "What do you do? I've never seen you in Shiyi before!". People of this age in Shiyi except for a small part of the logistics,
Even if Zhao Jie couldn't pronounce his name, he could tell by just looking at his face and impression that he was the same person. He had never seen this person before.
Yan Daqi smiled and said: "We are colleagues, and I also paint!".
The two chatted for about five minutes before Zhou Tong arrived at the studio. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Yan Daqi and asked with a smile: "Brother Yan, I didn't expect to see you here?" Then he turned around and scanned around the studio.
: "Where's Fang Yi?".
"I heard this little girl said she was going out to eat. I'll wait for him for a while." Yan Daqi said with a smile, "Doesn't this prove that I'm not a thief?"
Seeing Zhou Tong respecting the person and really knowing him, Zhao Jie also felt a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry! I haven't seen you before, so I thought...".
"It's okay!" Yan Daqi smiled. Now he was no longer interested in looking at Zhao Jie's paintings. He walked directly to Fang Yi's easel and started looking at Fang Yi's paintings.
After looking at it twice, I couldn't take my eyes away. Even though the easel was the result of today's day, it was in gray tones. The cello in the hands of the female model was still ripe brown and not discolored. The female model was obviously the one I had seen.
A girl who uses Fang Yi to stand in the way of Ran Tian. Judging from what she has completed so far, just in terms of composition and modeling ability on the canvas, she is almost the same as herself, and even a little higher than herself.
They are all painters, and Fang Yi still uses classical techniques. You can tell the approximate level at a glance! It is not an abstract painting, but you need to carefully look at the brushstrokes and lines to see the artistic conception. Realistic things are not suitable for people of Yan Daqi's level.
He said he would be inseparable after a while.
Seeing this, Yan Daqi asked Zhou Tong: "Does Fang Yi have any completed paintings?".
"There are two of them! They are both inside the door of the studio. The first two paintings on the shelf on the left are by Fang Yi." Zhou Tong pointed to a small door of the studio and said.
After hearing this, Yan Daqi glanced at the closed door and did not go to the room to look for Fang Yi's paintings because he knew it would be impolite. He leaned Fang Yi next to the painting cabinet and turned over the largest painting.
He gently lifted his pants and squatted down. This painting was exactly the young woman selling fruit painted by Fang Yi. Fang Yi had already completed one-third of it, and many colors could be seen, especially the characters.
The face and the body part exposed through the clothes are almost finished.
Looking at such a painting, Yan Daqi didn't know whether to say that he was stupid or that Fang Yi was a genius. If the painting just now surpassed him in terms of modeling ability, then Yan Daqi could also control colors.
Let’s have some hope. This painting captured Ge Daqi’s attention immediately. Fang Yi surpassed him in terms of control over the color of the painting, and the elegance and delicacy of the expression were even better than his own.
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It was like Zhou Tong asked Fang Yi when he saw Fang Yi's sketch, did he paint the Madonna or the fruit seller? At this time, Yan Daqi also felt the maternal surname of the young woman in the picture, turning his neck slightly and staring at the woman in his arms
The baby's eyes are already full of love. The lips are opened a little and the corners of the mouth are slightly raised. The pink baby in the arms is sucking the mother's milk. The little eyes are tightly closed, and a small hand is gently pressing on the baby's breast.
On the mother's chest, the two exposed little feet naturally overlap each other, with a calm and calm expression. It seems that being in the mother's arms makes the little baby feel extremely calm. As for the two baskets in front of the young woman, there are colorful and bright colors.
Although the fruit is only given a layer of inherent color now, based on the level of painting of women and babies, there is nothing much to say about the final color expression of the fruit.
Squatting on the ground and staring at it for almost a quarter of an hour, Yan Daqi suddenly said something in his mind: Fortunately, I don't paint realistically now, and instead paint in a slightly impressionistic style! But then he thought that he had been painting for almost thirty years.
His paintings have always been what teachers call a genius, and he has always been a leader among young and middle-aged people. Now that a child under the age of twenty has surpassed me, I can't help but feel a sense of loss that I have never felt since I started learning painting.
It rose from the heart.
Yan Daqi wanted to stand up, but after squatting for so long, his vision went dark when he thought about it. He squatted down again and adapted for two or three minutes before standing up and saying to Zhou Tong: "I won't wait any longer. Let's go back first! Fang
When Yi comes back, just tell him that I've been here!".
"Yeah!" Zhou Tong didn't notice Yan Daqi's face, he only saw his back.
Fang Yi was eating a small meal over there. He didn't think at all that he had dealt a blow to this senior brother who was from the same sect. He didn't pick up a paintbrush for more than a month. He didn't think about it until the pain in his heart passed.
Don't compare with Fang Yi when you come out. Then you start painting again. The style is
It started to change from impressionism to abstraction, and the shapes in the paintings became less and less visible, leaving only grotesque colors on the canvas. Who knows, the less discernible the paintings are, the more the market likes them, and the prices of the paintings are also increasing.
After climbing high, in the end, the old man and the foreigner all had a spoonful of stew. (To be continued.)