After teaching the students, Fang Yi returned to the school and first went to the dormitory. The weather was a bit hot at noon. When Fang Yi went to the tutoring class today, he sweated a lot and wanted to go to the school bathroom to wash up first.
Take a bath. As soon as you entered the door, you saw Tao Yong burying his head in the basin and eating noodles. Wei Jin and Qu Gu were missing.
"Have dinner so early?" Fang Yi opened his cabinet and took a bag to put a few pieces of clothes in.
"I have been in the classroom from noon until now. I just had lunch and dinner. I have to study later!" Tao Yong raised his head and rolled the noodles with the fork in his hand and put them in his mouth: "You're back just in time!"
He tapped a few colorfully printed bills on the table with one hand.
Fang Yi walked over with the bag and took the ticket in his hand. He saw it was a ticket for a fashion show. The date on it was three nights later. After looking at it, he casually asked: "Where did you get this?"
"Where else could they come from?" Tao Yong said angrily with a bowl of noodles stuffed in his mouth: "Of course it was given by Luan Xiao. There are eight in total! Three of them have been taken away by others. See if you want to take a look!"
After saying that, he took another sip of the soup: "No! You must go!".
Fang Yi asked curiously: "Why do I have to go see it?".
"If you don't go, who will be our driver? You can't go by bus. Let's take the bus back at around nine o'clock in the evening!" Tao Yong said.
"Don't Qu Gu have a driver's license? If I don't go, you can let Qu Gu drive my car!" Fang Yi lost most of his interest when he saw the name of the clothing manufacturer printed on the ticket: "What kind of factory is this?
Not famous at all!".
Tao Yong said: "Don't be picky. If a well-known factory holds a press conference, Luan Xiao will get seven or eight tickets! Do you still need to find someone to fill the seats to increase the popularity? If you just get this ticket, I will scream.
Anyone who wanted to see the see-through outfits on the catwalk was immediately sold out!"
Fang Yi listened and said with a smile: "Watch Luan Xiao wear a see-through outfit? You are so boring! What's so cool about a grown man's see-through outfit? If you want to see it, put down the bowl and follow me to the school bathhouse, all naked."
Yes!" After saying that, he said to Tao Yong: "Lend me the shampoo, I forgot to buy it!".
"Whoever is interested in seeing a man should definitely go see a female model! I want to use shampoo to agree to this first." Tao Yong said: "This guy Qu Gu is going back to Mingzhu that day and doesn't have time to drive your car.
If Wei Jin hears about see-through clothing, then he will definitely go for it even if the knife comes from the sky. If you have nothing to do, it seems that I can only arrest you as a coolie!"
After hearing this, Fang Yi had no choice but to say: "Okay! I'll just wait until you remind me that morning!" After saying that, he took the shampoo from Tao Yong's washbasin stand, put it into his bag, and walked towards the school bathroom.
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When I arrived at the door of the bathroom, I found that there was a queue of forty or fifty people in front of the door of the girls' bathroom, forming an S-shaped long snake formation. The two girls standing at the end of the queue knew each other personally. They were Zheng Yuan.
and Lu Xiaomin.
"Hey! Fang Yi, come take a shower!" Lu Xiaomin came over with a basin in his hand and Fang Yi carried a bag and said with a smile.
Fang Yi listened happily and said: "How fresh! Of course I want to take a shower. It's not the right time for you to come here. There is such a long queue!".
Zheng Yuan listened to Fang Yi's words and said with a smile: "You don't often come to the bathroom to take a bath. The queue in the girls' bathroom is short today. It will be our turn in about forty minutes!".
Lu Xiaomin complained: "The school's bathroom is not big enough to accommodate so many people, and we don't want to renovate the bathroom. If it doesn't work, I can just divide half of the boys' bathroom over here!"
Fang Yi smiled and said: "This matter is not my business! If you have any opinions, please leave them in the message box in the principal's office! Besides, no matter how big the bathhouse is for girls, you have to queue up, unless it is like a hotel.
.A dormitory is equipped with a bathroom for you! I guess even if there are four of you, you will still have to queue up, and everything will be slow!"
Not to mention what they were doing, I just saw that these girls were using one more thing to take a bath than the boys. Looking at their equipment, not only did they bring a basin, but there was also a small plastic basket in the basin.
Fang Yi looked like he was moving with the bottles and jars inside. There were all kinds of things, big and small.
Zheng Yuan smiled and asked Fang Yi: "By the way, I've been waiting for you to paint the portrait. It's been so long and your canvas hasn't been stretched yet? With your speed, you still have the nerve to say that we girls are slow!"
Mr. Snail!".
Hearing Zheng Yuan mention this, Fang Yi remembered that he had said that he wanted to paint a portrait for Zheng Yuan, and said quickly: "I've been a little busy recently. If you are free, do it tomorrow morning!".
"I have nothing to do!" Zheng Yuan heard this and said: "Then it's settled on tomorrow morning! Or is it eight o'clock as agreed?".
"Well! It doesn't matter if it's earlier or later," Fang Yi said after listening to Zheng Yuan's words.
Zheng Yuan thought for a moment and asked: "Do you have any requirements for clothing this time?".
"No, no! You can wear whatever you like! Didn't you just draw a face as promised?" Fang Yi said with a smile.
Lu Xiaomin listened to the conversation between the two and said to Fang Yi: "When will you also draw a portrait for me?".
Fang Yi smiled and joked: "Zheng Yuan, I can draw. You and I don't dare! What if Zhang Xu wants to hit me? His body is much stronger than mine!" Fang Yi mentioned Zhang Xu and asked: "
Why is Zhang Xu not with you today?".
Lu Xiaomin said: "He has a professional English exam these two days and can't come! By the way, I won't have anything to do tomorrow, so I can come with you to your studio to play!".
"Okay!" Fang Yi nodded quickly, and then gestured to the two of them with the bag in his hand: "Then you two will line up first, I'm going in now!" After saying that, he walked towards the bathroom.
When I got to the door, I threw the bath ticket on the desk of the aunt who was watching the door, then I pushed the door in with the bag in hand.
Even taking off his clothes and taking a shower, Fang Yi finished the matter in ten minutes. When he came out with his clothes, it was Zheng Yuan who was queuing up, with Lu Xiaomin's basin in front of him. He smiled at Zheng Yuan and put it in front of him.
Waving his hand, Fang Yi carried his small bag back to the dormitory.
After eating something at the back door in the evening, Fang Yi returned to the studio and began to shovel the color on a small painting. He stopped when he waited for the background color to be revealed.
After finishing this, Fang Yi continued to copy Titian's work "Bacchus and Princess Ariadne". After copying for two hours, Fang Yi sighed and put down the brush in his hand.
Then he stood in front of the studio door, folded his hands on his chest, and looked at the street lights on the path outside the studio in a daze. Now that he was copying the works of masters such as Titian, Fang Yi felt that he didn't have any big insights. Titian was copied by himself
When it reaches 43%, it stops moving. Not only Titian, but Dürer is also a problem now.
I used to lament that there were so many imitations of famous paintings in my teacher's studio, but now it seems that it is not a good thing that many famous classical oil painters have one or two. The paintings of Titian and Dürer are only a few representative works, and not even all of them are representative works.
The painting style of Titian in his middle age is bright and delicate.
Natural, steady and powerful, but in his later years, his brushwork was bold and bold, and his colors were simple and full of changes. Fang Yi couldn't compare with such an evaluation. Now, with only a few paintings coming from his teacher's studio, Fang Yi feels that they are too few. Let alone
Some are only 80 or so similar, so their reference value is even lower.
And the things that confused Fang Yi in the past continue to confuse him now. Fang Yi just looked at the paintings of Delacroix, known as the romantic lion, and did not start copying. Now it has increased to 39%, which is only more difficult than his own.
The Titian and Dürer are missing a point or two.
Looking up at the night, Fang Yi let out a long breath. After thinking about it for about ten minutes, he put the matter behind him. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, and he almost lost all his imagination. If this continues today,
Then nothing can be done! Fang Yi decided to change his mind.
After clearing his mind, Fang Yi continued to look at the street lamp. The white light of the street lamp now looked like a cloud of vapor, with several unknown little bugs flying around and occasionally touching the lampshade, which made him
Fang Yi heard a banging sound in his mind. He stared at the little bug hitting the street light in boredom for almost five or six minutes.
Fang Yi raised his head and looked at the half-crescent moon hanging quietly in the night sky. From time to time, it was covered by a blue cloud like smoke. Then it was quickly revealed. He looked at it stupidly.
The moon above his head shone for almost half an hour before Fang Yi calmed down.
I returned to the studio and moved the easel to the studio corridor again, then turned on the lights on the studio porch, adjusted some colors, and started painting the moon in the sky.
Regardless of whether the light is on or not, it has no big impact on Fang Yi's color mixing now, a bit like Beethoven playing the piano when he was deaf. He no longer needs to see the colors when the light is on, he naturally has the colors in his heart. And it doesn't have much use.
For multi-colors, I first took a blue stick, added ivory black and white and just painted it on the canvas.
Sometimes I use a paintbrush to draw lines horizontally along the canvas. I shake the paintbrush from time to time, or roll it with a wavy feel, and then continue to draw a line with different brightness under the drawn line, and these lines also follow the lines above.
And we have to closely follow the jitter or fluctuation just now, which means that the two lines must remain smooth and several times.
Almost parallel. Since there is a lot of paint on the pen, a smooth line is naturally formed at the intersection of the two lines! This line is not drawn, but is formed by the thickness of the paint on both sides squeezed out by the strokes of the pen.
Fang Yi was completely showing off his skills, just to show off that he could draw this far.
When he painted some clouds, Fang Yi either used the pen to drag on the canvas or rubbed it directly with his palm. When he painted the tree at the bottom of the canvas, Fang Yi unscrewed the blue paint tube and the black paint tube, and directly painted randomly.
I squeezed a dozen places under the canvas, and the two paints were placed side by side on the canvas. I then used a larger fan-shaped pen to shoot horizontally or sideways, and then I changed to a small round-headed soft brush to create a light green color that looked more like emerald.
Go to the place where the treetops are illuminated by the moonlight.
He was depressed at first, but now the more he showed off, the happier he became. After painting for almost three hours, it was already half past two in the night. When Fang Yi moved the easel back to the studio, he looked at his new painting.
Just happy.
Now this painting is a bit like a subtracted version of Van Gogh's Starry Night. There are no golden stars in the painting, showing another kind of mist and hazy moonlight sky with a bit of tranquility and mystery. The whole painting
There is a big crescent moon in the middle of the line of sight, and there is a sense of tranquility in the bright coldness. And the clouds rolling up next to it seem to be splashing a little bit of air waves on the lower corner of the crescent moon.
It is said that he painted the moonlit sky, but in fact, Fang Yi painted the state of mind that he is currently pursuing. Standing in front of the easel, Fang Yi crossed his arms and carefully appreciated the work he had just completed. It was originally a casual work, but now
Fang Yi was a little reluctant to shovel it away.
His mind began to debate whether this painting should be kept or not. Another hour had passed while thinking about it. Fang Yi, who was still in high spirits, applied varnish on it and saved the painting.
After applying the varnish, Fang Yi threw away the brush, washed his hands and walked towards the dormitory. It was too late to think about Qu Gu sleeping lightly now, and besides, it was a bit too cold to sleep in the studio in this weather.
.If you can't suffer yourself, then you can only suffer. Then go back to sleep when you wake up!