He slept until eight o'clock, and then Fang Yi opened his eyes. When he opened his eyes and looked at the dormitory, everyone was gone except himself.
"No!" Fang Yi quickly opened the quilt and jumped out of bed. Today he agreed to paint Zheng Yuan's portrait, but now it's time. According to the previous routine, Zheng Yuan may be waiting for him.
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He hurriedly washed his face and brushed his teeth. He didn't even bother to fix his hair, so Fang Yi threw the basin and ran towards the teacher's studio.
When I arrived at the door, I saw that Zheng Yuan and Lu Xiaomin were already standing at the door of the studio.
He quickly walked up and said, "I'm so sorry, so sorry. I'm late."
After hearing this, Lu Xiaomin laughed and teased Fang Yi: "You are thinking that we will be at least twenty minutes late. Let's see." After speaking, he raised his hand and pointed at the surface with the fingers of his right hand: "Twenty minutes have just passed.
!We caught you this time, let’s see if you still mention us girls being slow in the future!”.
Fang Yi quickly raised his hands: "I was wrong! I won't be ashamed to mention this to you in the future." After saying that, he walked towards the door of the studio. When he got there, he took out the key and opened the door. He said a greeting at the door.
gesture.
Seeing that the two girls had piano cases at their feet, Fang Yi raised his feet and took the piano cases in his hands.
This was the first time Lu Xiaomin entered Liu Hongshuo's studio. He stretched his head and looked around before opening his mouth and saying: "Oh! It's really the master's studio. This place looks bigger than our piano room and has better equipment. The ratio of people to people is really annoying.
ah".
Zheng Yuan watched Fang Yi put down their piano cases, smiled at Fang Yi and pointed to the left side of her head, indicating that Fang Yi's head was tilted up.
Fang Yi looked at Zheng Yuan's movements, stretched out his hand to touch her and then looked up at Zheng Yuan.
Zheng Yuan shook her head and said softly: "You'd better go into the kitchen faucet and wash yourself."
"What are you two doing with your flirting?" Lu Xiaomin noticed the two people's actions, smiled and said to Fang Yi and the other two: "Don't make small moves in front of me. Fang Yi, you are also a person with a family. Don't even think about it.
To seduce our little garden!"
Fang Yi walked towards the kitchen with a smile: "It's just that my hair is a bit up, which affects my image."
When he got to the kitchen and turned on the faucet, Fang Yi took a handful of water and put it on his head. He turned his half-wet hair to the mirror outside, combed his hair with his hands, and put the curled up hair on his head.
I pulled my hair and smoothed it out.
Returning to his easel, he saw that Lu Xiaomin and Zheng Yuan were playing with their pianos. This time, they seemed to be prepared. Not only did they bring the piano case, but also the shelf for the music scores.
Put it in front of you.
Watching the two people busy at work, Fang Yi looked at the entire tone and meaning of "Moon Sky" completed last night and now seemed to be satisfied with it. He couldn't help but stand in front of the easel again and admire himself.
"It feels good!" Zheng Yuan walked to Fang Yi's side at some point, looked at the moonlit sky on the easel and said, "It gives a person a calm and peaceful feeling, a bit like reading prose.
It feels light and has a lot of flavor!”.
Lu Xiaomin also stood next to her at this time, and curled her lips after listening to Zheng Yuan's words: "Look at your praise. I think this painting is like a ghost painting, not as good-looking as the little bug next to me." After speaking, he raised his head
He stood up and kicked the small painting next to Fang Yi's painting cabinet.
Fang Yi laughed twice after hearing this and said: "You have seen all this. This painting was made by some ghost and God when I was bored last night. When I stood at the door of the studio and looked at the moon, I made it randomly. You said it was a ghost painting?
That’s correct!”.
After hearing Fang Yi's words, Lu Xiaomin laughed cheerfully: "You are a grown man who has nothing to do and look at the moon by yourself? You are so arrogant! You really have a bit of a literary style." Then he stretched out his arms
Legs, hands behind the back, imitating Zhou Xingchi's movements in Journey to the West: "The long night is long and I don't want to sleep. I don't know why, Miss Fang, you can't fall asleep!" After saying this, he laughed again.
After hearing Lu Xiaomin's joke, Fang Yi shook his head gently with a smile on his face, picked up the painting on the easel, walked to the side of the wall with the paint on it, and leaned against the wall inward, waiting for the painting to dry.
After putting the canvas shoveled yesterday on the easel, Fang Yi said, "Everyone, just do whatever you need to do."
Zheng Yuan and Lu Xiaomin walked to their seats. Zheng Yuan sat down and Lu Xiaomin simply stood. They whispered a few words and started playing.
When she started playing the piano, Lu Xiaomin was no longer as lively as before. Instead, she held the violin between her chins with a calm expression, glancing at the music score or looking at Zheng Yuan next to her from time to time. Zheng Yuan was almost the same,
The two of them played cheerful tunes, and soon there were smiles on their faces.
This atmosphere quickly infected Fang Yi, who put paint on the palette. Fang Yi stared at Zheng Yuan's expression for four or five minutes. At this time, Zheng Yuan occasionally raised his head, and the two of them looked at each other.
Everyone smiled slightly.
It was just a joke to say that it was a big portrait of Zheng Yuan. When Fang Yi started the draft for half a year, it looked like he had a little shoulder exposed. As soon as he started the draft, Fang Yi started to dissolve the color. Now there is no hair on Zheng Yuan’s hair.
Some decorations such as hairpins are just a shawl of vertical hair, with two strands along the ears.
Her cheeks hung like two black streaks on her chest. Although she was beautiful, Fang Yi felt it was a bit monotonous, so he casually added a golden lily to Zheng Yuan's hair on the right side, and the lilies ran along the length of Zheng Yuan's hair.
The head was fluttering and blooming, and when the whole flower shape came out, Fang Yi nodded unconsciously.
The studio was very quiet, with only the melodious music played by the cello and violin playing together. Fang Yi did not ask Zheng Yuan and Lu Xiaomin to rest for a long time. As long as they were tired, they would take a rest.
At this time, Fang Yi naturally followed and chatted for a few words.
After chatting once or twice, Lu Xiaomin and Zheng Yuan ignored Fang Yi, and they stopped from time to time to communicate together.
"I think this section goes a little higher in my tune?" Lu Xiaomin turned over the sheet of music and asked Zheng Yuan: "It's a bit not high-pitched enough, and the meaning is not expressed!".
After hearing this, Zheng Yuan frowned and thought for a moment and said, "Then let's play this part again. You put in the same tune, and I'll try to slow it down by half a beat and see if it's better."
After the two exchanged words, they started fighting again.
Fang Yi didn't pay attention to the conversation between the two. He directly used a finger to melt the first layer of light vermilion on Zheng Yuan's cheek on the canvas. Now Fang Yi doesn't follow the instructions taught by the teacher when painting now.
I followed the incense technique strictly step by step, but developed some habits of my own, such as the cheeks.
To create a rosy color that penetrates the skin, Fang Yi chose to dissolve it in several steps. How many layers to dissolve depends on your needs. When covering the second and third layers of skin color, dissolve some more vermilion in the local area, and repeat this with the skin color.
Four or five layers of vermilion were dissolved in it, which revealed the rosy color of the skin. Fang Yi liked this better in her heart.
Fang Yizhen was painting happily when the door of the studio was pushed open and Liu Hongshuo walked in with his hands behind his back.
As soon as he saw Liu Hongshuo come in, the melodious music of the piano suddenly stopped. Even though the old killer was yelling so randomly behind Lu Xiaomin, he seemed very reserved when he really faced Liu Hongshuo. He stood there holding a piano in one hand.
Holding the bow in his hand, he bowed honestly to Liu Hongshuo and said, "Hello, Teacher Liu!".
After hearing the name "Mr. Liu", Fang Yi looked up from the canvas and looked at his teacher with his hands behind his back. There was also a drawing knife in one hand, and there seemed to be some paint on the drawing knife. He didn't take anything else after looking at it.
As for the painting box, it is still quietly placed on the teacher's desk. Why are you going out with a painting knife? Planting flowers and digging in the mud? That won't be stained with paint. It should be soil!
"Hello!" Liu Hongshuo nodded to the two standing little girls and said, "Go on, you are pulling so well, why did you stop? Just pretend that I am not here and be more casual." He looked at the student Fang Yi.
The easel was facing the two of them, and Liu Hongshuo knew that these two must be the models brought by Fang Yilai.
He pressed his hands on the two of them, motioned them to sit down and continued walking towards Fang Yi's easel.
Looking at the words on the student's canvas, I could tell at a glance that it was a half-length portrait of the tall girl. I felt a little strange why Fang Yi only painted one person, and it would be great to paint two girls playing the piano together! But he didn't say anything.
What. After looking at the student's painting, he turned around and walked towards the easel.
Fang Yizheng was drawing. He was waiting for the teacher to come closer. He looked at the teacher and forgot to ask: "Why are you going out with just a drawing knife in your hand? This thing is good for digging in the mud, but it is not good for stabbing people!"
Liu Hongshuo asked him to play the piano, and Lu Xiaomin and Zheng Yuan sat down and continued. However, when the sound of the piano sounded again, it was not as natural and smooth as when they were staying with Fang Yi just now. Of course, Dongfang Yi had no ability.
Liu Hongshuo heard it. The old man walked to his painting cabinet, picked up a piece of cloth, wiped the painting knife and gently put it back in the painting cabinet.
Liu Hongshuo listened to the two playing for a while and then thought about where his student could find these girls. The two of them played the piano well and were pretty. Thinking of this, his eyes glanced at Fang Yi, and then turned back to
On Zheng Yuan and Lu Xiaomin, the more I looked at them, the more they seemed good, and I started to think about painting them.
When Zheng Yuan and the two stopped, Liu Hongshuo walked a few steps away from them and said, "Can I draw a painting of you two together?" After speaking, he opened his eyes and looked back and forth between the two of them.
The girl's face turned.
Zheng Yuan smiled and said, "Okay! If Teacher Liu wants to draw, I'm quite willing!" Lu Xiaomin couldn't say no, so she naturally nodded along.
Liu Hongshuo asked with a smile: "Who is your teacher?" Waiting for the two to say a name, the old man said with a smile: "It turns out to be him!" At this point, he told the two about the two teachers.
A little joke tells that when a teacher met his mother-in-law for the first time, he ate two or three kilograms of dumplings made for the whole family by himself, and he almost ate his wife.
Listening to the funny stories told by Liu Hongshuo, Zheng Yuan and Lu Xiaomin both covered their mouths and laughed. Fang Yi smiled and asked the teacher to tell the jokes made by Teacher Shi Yi. There were too many. But after one joke, Lu Xiaomin
The two of them were no longer afraid of Killer Liu. Playing the piano felt much more natural, and they were soon able to devote themselves to their practice again.
Listening to the music, Liu Hongshuo was very satisfied with his ability to tell jokes. He returned to his easel and listened for a while before starting to draw.
At noon, when they were about to eat, the four of them stopped. Liu Hongshuo said to Fang Yi: "At noon, treat Xiao Zheng and Xiao Lu to a meal, and I will reimburse you when they come back!" After saying this, he said to the two
The girl said: "Originally I wanted to invite you to my house for a meal, but I was afraid that you would feel uncomfortable in my presence, so I just asked Fang Yi to take you there. I am a little rude about this!".
"It's okay! It's okay!" Lu Xiaomin waved her hands and said.
After chatting for a few words, Liu Hongshuo went out.
As soon as Liu Hongshuo's figure disappeared, Lu Xiaomin said to Fang Yi: "Your teacher is not as scary as he is said to be. He is a very kind teacher! Why is it so popular in the school?".
Everyone he knew who had contact with the teacher seemed to ask this question. Fang Yi couldn't say that his teachers respected the models, but he didn't look at some painters very much. He could only say: "My teacher has the temper of an old kid."
, Everything is good for those who have seen it, and nothing is good for those who have not seen it! Forget about my teacher, let’s go to dinner first!” (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
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