A man in his fifties was pulling a large flatbed truck with a rope tied to the side. The other end of the rope was placed on the shoulders of a woman of about the same age. The two people pulled the truck steadily towards a row of houses. Fang Yi He followed the car with his bag, curiously looking at the chairs, a square Eight Immortals table and cabinets in the car.
Ordinary old-fashioned furniture is not like the furniture you see today with thick paint on it, and the wood grain is smooth and delicate. You can also see the scars of the trees themselves on these tables and chairs, with brown-black scars and The light wood grain gives Fang Yi a different kind of beauty.
After following for almost five or six minutes, the car stopped at the door of a house. The man pulling the car put down the handlebar and reached out to pat the door a few times: "Is there anything?"
"Who is it! Dad is not at home!" What Fang Yi didn't expect was a clear child's voice coming from the room.
Fang Yi was surprised when he heard a voice coming from behind him: "There's someone, there's someone!". Following the voice, Fang Yi turned his head and saw behind him a middle-aged man in his thirties who looked very thin. Come here on a bicycle.
When he arrived at the door, the middle-aged man got out of the car, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then leaned the car against the wall: "I'm sorry, something happened! Fortunately, I got back in time!".
"It's okay! It's okay!" The man pulling the cart said cheerfully with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand to wipe his face with the towel hanging around his neck.
The middle-aged man on the bicycle glanced at Fang Yi, who was holding a plastic bag and taking a sip of water from time to time, and asked: "Who are you?".
Fang Yi said quickly: "I came here looking at this cart of furniture. I also wanted to get some furniture or something. I was curious and followed here!".
"You live here too?" the middle-aged man looked at Fang Yi and asked. Looking at Fang Yi, he nodded and said, "I bought these furniture. If you are interested, this is the boss." After speaking, he pointed He said, pointing to the man pulling the cart.
"What kind of boss! I'm just a carpenter." The man grinned, and then said to Fang Yi, "What kind of things do you want to buy? Just tables and chairs?"
Fang Yi glanced at it and said: "Not only these, the whole house is naked! I need to buy some beds, cabinets and the like!".
The middle-aged man riding a bicycle said: "Stop talking here, let's go in and chat!" After saying that, he stood at the door and shouted inside: "Girl! Open the door!".
After more than a minute, Fang Yi saw the door open, but was surprised to see no one. He lowered his head and found the person who opened the door! The little girl was not even the waist height of an adult, and she looked like she was five or six years old. When the door opened, there was a small bench next to the door. At first glance, it was clear that the little girl had just stood on the bench to pull the door bolt.
Fang Yi entered the door and began to look around the house. The owner of the bicycle and the man who picked up the car were busy unloading things from the car.
The layout of this house is similar to that of Zhou Tong's studio. When you enter, there is an L-shaped hollow all the way to the roof. A folding escalator leads to the living room on the second floor. Below the room is the kitchen and bathroom. However, in terms of decoration, it is different from Zhou Tong's. But the difference is too big.
Not to mention the decoration of this house, not even the decoration! The walls were just painted, and the floor was the cement floor laid during construction! Not to mention the air conditioner in the house, Fang Yi now only saw the electrical appliances. A big-assed TV, the kind with an old antenna. It was playing an interview program or something. Sitting in front of the TV was not only the little girl who opened the door just now, but also an even smaller carrot-headed man. Wazi.
When Fang Yi looked at the two children, he found that the two children were also looking at him, but instead of looking at his face, their eyes were all focused on the drink in Fang Yi's hand! The girl and the boy's mouths were still talking from time to time.
He moved a little and was swallowing his saliva.
Seeing this situation, Fang Yi took two steps, took out the water he originally brought for Wei Jin and Mu Jin from the plastic bag, and squatted down to give it to the two little carrot heads.
"Take it!" Fang Yi tried to put the water on the youngest boy's hand.
The little boy quickly put his hands behind his back and turned his eyes to his father, waiting for his father's instructions.
"Why are you so polite?" The middle-aged man on the bike put down the last bench in his hand and said with a smile to Fang Yi.
Fang Yi replied: "Just let the child hold it! Just a bottle of water!".
"Thank you, uncle!" the middle-aged man said to his two children.
"Thank you, uncle!" After listening to their father's words, the two little children said softly and took the two bottles of ice water from Fang Yi's hand.
Fang Yi couldn't help but feel sour after hearing the next sentence! The youngest child held the bottle with his little hands and took a sip. Then he said to the sister next to him with a smile: "Sister! This water is so sweet and cold.
Delicious!".
Just as Fang Yi was about to stand up, he saw the little kid moving closer to his sister. While holding the bottle and drinking water, he looked at the bag in Fang Yi's hand and whispered to his sister: "Sister! Instant noodles!"
.Although the sound was like a mosquito, Fang Yi still heard it.
He took out a pack from his pocket and tore it open! Fang Yi himself used to like to mash instant noodles, mix them with seasoning packets, and gnaw them dry. This set of actions was so familiar! It was ready in just a few clicks.
He handed the bag to the little boy, then kneaded another bag and handed it to the little girl.
He looked at the two and then looked at his father, and said: "It's okay, you can eat!".
"Children are greedy!" the father of the two children said with a little embarrassment on his face.
After hearing this, Fang Yi stood up next to the little boy: "Children, they are all like this! When I was a child, I used my sister's money to buy candies!" After saying that, he walked next to the man pulling the cart.
"How much does this table cost?" Fang Yi asked, reaching out and touching the table.
"One hundred and forty yuan! Including the four benches for eating." The man opened his mouth to Fang Yi and said: "This is the willow one, which is the cheapest. I also have elm wood at home, and the more expensive ones are pine wood."
No more, but the price is much more expensive than this!”.
Fang Yi asked again: "Are they all made of solid wood?"
"The frame is all made of willow wood, but the panels are made of layers of willow veneer glued together! The elm and pine wood are all cut from solid wood. I keep my word on this." After the man finished speaking, he patted his chest:
"There isn't even one family here. There are about ten families who bought their furniture from me. We just rely on honesty!".
"Then where is your store? I'll go over and have a look later!" Fang Yi asked directly after hearing this.
After hearing this, the man said to Fang Yi: "After leaving the painter's village, walk along the road for about ten miles, and there is Dongji Town. When you get there, ask about the old Zhang family's wood shop. Everyone knows it!".
"I know," Fang Yi said to this man.
At this time, the owner of the house had poured tea for the three of them and placed it directly on the table that had just been brought. The three men chatted for a while, and the woman who came with them had a simple smile on her face and drank water.
Without saying a word, the man who delivered the goods drank a cup of warm water down his throat, wiped his mouth, took the money, said goodbye and dragged the car back.
Fang Yi was just about to say goodbye when he saw the easel placed in the room. As a professional habit, he asked the owner of the house: "Can I go over and take a look?".
The owner of the house smiled and said: "Look at how busy you are. I forgot to introduce you! My name is Wang Hongqi. I am an art teacher at Shicheng Jianyuan!" Jianyuan is a junior college in Shicheng. This school is so unique in Shicheng, where there are many universities.
It's conspicuous.
"My name is Fang Yi! Now I am studying stone art!" Fang Yi said.
After hearing Fang Yi's words, Wang Hongqi couldn't help but blink his eyes, looked at Fang Yi and asked again: "Student of Shi Yi?".
After asking Fang Yi, he understood that this student who was thinking about stone art now had to sneak into the painter's village? He smiled and said, "I am here because of the teacher's glory!".
"Oh!" Wang Hongqi nodded in understanding. Then he led Fang Yi to his easel. As he walked, he said, "Please straighten it out!".
Fang Yi quickly said he didn't dare, and walked to the easel. Fang Yi saw an oil painting on the shelf. It showed a brown horse head with a bridle. There were also photos for reference next to the easel.
.Fang Yi knew after watching it for a while
It's up to Wang Hongqi's level. It was above average in the Stone Art Graduation Exhibition. The painting was smooth and had no special features. I can only say that the painting looks like it! It's no problem to get into the art academy. But as an artistic creation, it's not a problem.
It’s really hard to say.
After looking at this painting, Fang Yi turned his head and looked at several paintings on the wall. They were all of about the same level.
"The paintings are quite good!" Fang Yi opened his mouth and said, and asked casually: "I see that you have painted so many paintings, some of which are imitations of famous paintings. Has anyone ordered them?".
"Well! Some people like realistic oil paintings, but don't want to buy prints! So I took some jobs," Wang Hongqi said: "A painting only costs seven to eight hundred yuan, which can be regarded as a supplement to the family income! After all, there are still many mouths at home.
! It’s really not enough for the children to go to school with that little salary!”.
Fang Yi nodded after hearing this. He didn't need to ask, he would know just by looking at this house. It didn't matter what he wanted! He lived a very poor life.
Wang Hongqi said: "I just like painting, and I have no interest in doing anything else! It's a little better now, I have a house, and I don't have to take my children to squeeze into the college dormitory. I can't do anything like painting.
I can have some extra money, and now I can even get a hotel decoration painting...".
Fang Yi couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Wang Hongqi after hearing this. Now Wang Hongqi's eyes were looking at his paintings, with a different kind of determination in his eyes. From his eyes, he could see that this man really loved painting, and he had the passion to do so.
Tenacity.
Fang Yi turned his head and looked at the two little carrot heads who were holding instant noodles and eating them as a delicacy. At this time, the little girl handed the bag in her hand to her younger brother. She held the instant noodles bag she took from him upright and opened her mouth slightly upward.
Pouring the crumbs into his mouth, he couldn't help but sigh when he saw this picture!
This is the first time that Fang Yi has seen a poor painter, and he is so poor! If Fang Yi is to say it, Wang Hongqi’s persistence is meaningless! This sentence sounds cruel, but it is the most true! Although there is a saying: Even if
Even God cannot take away a person’s ideals! It sounds very passionate and reasonable, but God can never provide anyone with living expenses!