As soon as Wang Qiluo finished his painting and signed Fang Yi's name, a student in the classroom over there came over: "Fang Yi! Please draw a portrait for me and let me copy it when I have nothing to do."
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When Fang Yi heard this, he was about to nod and agree, but then he saw that the other students in the classroom were also looking at him. Each of the more than 20 people wanted this one, so he would not draw anything else in the future just for these students.
I'm good at painting portraits.
Teacher Sun said at this time: "Don't beg each other, you have finished drawing your portraits and the exam is about to take place. Don't you need to practice Fang Yi's sketches and creations?" After saying that, he turned to Fang Yi and said: "
Let's do this. Every time you think your painting is good, you can stay and make a model painting. Try to make the painting larger and the brushstrokes more delicate. This will make it easier for subsequent students to copy. What do you think? The same goes for you, Wang Qiluo."
Old man Sun is very fond of this year's art class. It was already gratifying to have Wang Qiluo, but now Fang Yi has appeared. Each of them is more talented than the other. How can the old man not be secretly happy?
Hearing what the teacher said, Fang Yi nodded and agreed: "This is no problem. I promise everyone to draw at least three pieces of paper, at least two pages." Taking advantage of the teacher's words, Fang Yi hurriedly escaped.
Wang Qiluo nodded after hearing this.
Next, the two of them had to frame paper and prepare for painting the next day. Teacher Sun turned around and left the classroom to prepare the still life. This time the old man wanted to make it more difficult. He brought a plaster statue and flowers and fruits. In short, he wanted to
Let Fang Yi and the two of them exert themselves to their limits.
Waiting to arrive at school early the next morning, Fang Yi and Wang Qiluo looked at the still life arranged by Teacher Sun and smiled bitterly at each other. A plaster of Voltaire on the side and a transparent glass vase with some flowers in it because it should be morning
Five flowers of different colors were just bought from the market. A plate was placed near the vase with two or three pieces of toast on it. A glass of red wine was also filled with some red paint and two red apples.
Three or four pears of different varieties, plus a Chinese cabbage, and two or three green peppers. The white background fabric is dark red and has a little reflection in the sun. Not to mention anything else, just these things
The colors are rich enough.
Fang Yi and the two looked at each other, then turned to look at the other students. All the students who raised their heads and looked at them had sly smiles on their faces, and finally the whole classroom burst into laughter.
Wang Qiluo said to Fang Yi: "Don't say anything else, just paint!".
Alas! Fang Yi sighed, what a mistake that will lead to eternal regrets. He used two pages of paper to draw this and the brushstrokes were delicate enough. He didn't expect that Teacher Sun would take advantage of the loophole and do this to the two of him. It was like Wang Qiluo.
As you said, don’t talk about painting, what else can you say!
Wang Qiluo first found the angle he wanted to draw from, Fang Yi also placed the easel to a place he was satisfied with, and the two of them started drafting.
As soon as they started writing, they forgot about Teacher Sun's little ninety-nine. Every hour or so, they would stop writing to take a break and look at each other's paintings, and then discuss what shortcomings or where the colors should be detailed below.
a little.
Such a large painting also requires delicate brushstrokes, and there is no other good way but to rely on time. Neither of them went home at noon, but directly cooked two side dishes and two bowls of rice at the small restaurant at the door. After eating, they
We returned to the art room and continued to complete our respective paintings.
In the evening, Fang Yi left the art room. Today was Zhou Tong's painting time. Fang Yi couldn't give up the time to gain experience because he had to draw for others. He immediately got on the bus and ran towards Shiyi
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He swaggered into Stone Art, and when he arrived at the door of Zhou Tong's studio, he saw that the door was not open yet. After waiting for four or five minutes, Fang Yi decided to turn to Tian Yue's classroom and sit there. Fang Yi had been here twice, so he was with these few.
The students are familiar with each other.
As expected, Fang Yi just opened the door and sighed for the first time that the child was now well-nourished. The bespectacled woman smiled at Fang Yi and said, "Junior brother-in-law is here again?".
"Senior Sister Liu has become more beautiful after a few days." Fang Yi closed the door and said with a smile.
The girl with glasses immediately put a smile on her face when she heard this: "This little junior brother has such a sweet mouth, come quickly and sit here with senior sister!" After saying that, he pulled up a nearby stool and patted her.
Before Fang Yi sat down on the stool, another girl said with a smile: "How do you know that my junior brother has such a sweet mouth? It's hard for you to taste it?".
Fang Yi pretended not to hear these words, sat down on the bench, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and gave one to every smoker in the classroom, including the bespectacled girl Tian next to him.
Yue is not in the classroom now and has gone somewhere.
"How have you been walking around the school these days?" The bespectacled girl asked Fang Yi, "Did you gain anything?"
Before Fang Yi could answer, another girl opened her mouth and asked: "Don't run around all day long. Cultural scores are very important. If your cultural scores are very good and your art is average, you can be ranked."
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"There is no problem with my cultural scores. I usually get around 500 points in tests," Fang Yi said. This is the benefit of being sweet-mouthed. These students have a good impression of Fang Yi. On the one hand, Fang Yi is polite, and on the other hand, Fang Yi is also polite.
He is a handsome young man. With the advantages of both aspects, at least others will not dislike him.
After hearing this, the girl smiled and said: "Then I'm worried for nothing, there are benefits to joining our Stone Art." After saying that, she said to Fang Yi: "Our Stone Art has a music school, and starting from this year, there will also be a modeling class.
When the time comes, my sister will help you introduce a beautiful girl to be your girlfriend."
"I have a girlfriend, and she's very beautiful," Fang Yi said quickly after hearing this.
The girl with glasses laughed and patted Fang Yi on the shoulder and said, "You silly boy, your senior sister wants to make sure you don't have a girlfriend and will attack you when you enter school."
The girl pretended to cover her chest and said, "My heart is broken!" After saying that, she laughed.
Everyone here is at least twenty-one or twelve years old. Although Fang Yi, seventeen years old, is tall and tall, everyone treats him as a pistachio in the classroom.
"Which classroom are you going to look at today? I suggest you check out the stuff of the freshmen. They are currently doing sketches, colors, etc. There are no majors yet. It will be helpful for your art exam," said a boy not far away.
"Brother Xu Jin, I'm here to see Brother Zhou paint. As long as he's in the studio, I can go and see him," Fang Yi said. At this time, I can't say without thinking that freshmen are just like that and not worthy of my visit.
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"Brother Zhou?"
Fang Yi nodded and said, "I'm about the same age as you, and of average height. The studio is at the end of the corridor on the first floor. I've seen him paint several times, and I think his paintings are really good!".
After hearing what Fang Yi said, not only the boy, but also the girl who enjoyed making fun of Fang Yi was stunned.
The girl with glasses asked Fang Yi: "Is he the one with the big forehead and a round face? The studio is on the left side of the downstairs and faces the studio to the north?" Seeing Fang Yi nodding, the girl with glasses immediately smiled bitterly.
Then he said to Fang Yi: "Junior brother! You are really good!".
"What's wrong?" Fang Yi asked: "Brother Zhou is familiar with you?".
"That's our teacher! The teacher who teaches us basic courses is named Zhou Tong. He is already thirty-two years old." Xu Jin explained with a smile after listening to Fang Yi's words. Zhou Tong is already a well-known painter in the domestic painting circle.
, Fang Yi was able to sneak into other people's studios, and he seemed to be very familiar with them.
The girl with glasses looked at Fang Yi and said: "Fang Yi, you are really good at messing around! If you study painting and have such messy skills, at least you don't have to worry about life in the future. Maybe you can make some achievements in the future, you
This character is really good!”.
Fang Yi was a little confused after hearing this, and he didn't do much fooling around. He was just looking around shamelessly. As for other people teasing him, Fang Yi just pretended not to hear it. He wanted to learn something from others and was not allowed to do so.
How can you do it? Just like my father said, others have no obligation to teach you. If you want to learn, you have to put down your dignity. When the apprentices in the past were learning from the teacher, they would be beaten by the teacher from time to time.
What does laughter mean?
Xu Jin said to Fang Yi: "Just go and see Teacher Zhou's paintings. Pay attention to maintaining your current personality. If you can get familiar with Teacher Zhou, it will be easier when taking the art exam."
Fang Yi nodded after hearing this, knowing that Xu Jin was telling the truth. Of course, this was based on his test of stone art, and had nothing to do with the Central Academy of Fine Arts that he was about to take.
After chatting with these students for a few words, Fang Yi left the studio of his junior year and walked towards Zhou Tong's studio. When he arrived at the door, he knew without looking that the lights inside were on.
As soon as he opened the door, Fang Yi said with a smile on his face: "Brother Zhou, I'm here to trouble you again." Since Zhou Tong didn't point out that he was a teacher, Fang Yi used the title of Brother Zhou, which seemed closer.
"Here we come." Zhou Tong nodded, pointed to the bench not far behind him, and motioned for Fang Yi to sit down. Fang Yi came here two or three times, and every time he watched him paint very carefully, and he could see a few of them at a glance.
For an hour, I even had to run to and from the bathroom with me. If nothing else, even the art students in the school would find it difficult to achieve this kind of patience.
This is a student who really wants to learn painting well. Zhou Tong made a comment to Fang Yi in his heart. As a teacher, of course he likes this kind of student. Today he is going to test Fang Yi's sketching skills to see what this is like.
Does the child have any talent?
Taking two steps towards the bench, Fang Yi found that Zhou Tong's drawing board had already been framed with a piece of paper, and the color of the paper had also been painted light brown.
"What are you drawing today?" Fang Yi asked as he sat on the bench, took off his coat and offered a cigarette.
Zhou Tong said with a smile: "You have watched me sketch a few times today. If you are interested, there are paper, easel and pencil over there and you can draw yourself. Let me see how your sketching level is!"
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"Okay!" Fang Yi said happily and started to take action on his own. He quickly clipped a piece of paper to the drawing board and put an easel on it, then moved the easel and placed it next to Zhou Tong.
After laying out the things, I realized that I still don’t know what to draw.
Without waiting for Fang Yi to ask, Zhou Tong said: "Draw a bust today, and the model will be here soon!" After that, Zhou Tong asked Fang Yi a few questions about school.
"How long have you been studying painting?" Zhou Tong took a puff of cigarette and asked Fang Yi casually.
Fang Yi said: "It's two years before and after." Fang Yi started counting directly from his junior high school. It took him a few months to draw to his own level. It's really evil. It's better to keep it a little bit. But Fang Yi is not lying.
, although I stopped sketching and coloring in the middle, I still carried it with me sketching.
"Oh!" Zhou Tong couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but he didn't show it on his face. He really didn't know how well he could draw in just two years. What Zhou Tong wanted to hear was more than five years.