After hearing Zhang Xu's words, Fang Yi said directly to Wei Jin: "Just take it if he gives it to you. If you don't notice, our eyes are all green!".
Tao Yong sighed at this time and said: "Wei Jin's paintings have also been appreciated, and only me and Qu Gu are the two poor children!" After speaking, he hugged Qu Gu's shoulders with his toes and said: "Ours
When do you pay for a painting?”.
Qu Gu cooperated and said seriously: "How about we set up a stall tomorrow? We can sell every piece of it. How about we imitate the master's paintings and sell them?".
A few people stood talking nonsense for a while, and Fang Yi said with a smile: "Stop talking nonsense! I'll make a call to see where these three people are. If they are almost there, let's move first and wait for the three of them to arrive.
Eat!" After saying that, he took out the hand in his pocket and gave Lu Qikun a slap.
After putting down the phone, Fang Yi said to everyone: "Let's get moving first."
It is said that it is moving, but in fact there is nothing to move. It is just to put charcoal in the barbecue box and light the fire, and then take out the meat and put it on top to roast. Now where is the turn of big guys like Fang Yi to do these tasks?
The gentleman was surrounded by several ladies.
Fang Yi looked at the sun outside that was about to set. The sunlight was not so strong, so he took out his three newly painted paintings from the studio and hung them directly on the courtyard wall on nails. These three works of Fang Yi were not
The three paintings I have now are in the style of "Moon Sky" with obvious post-impressionism style.
Although there is no longer a particular emphasis on form, the shapes on the picture are still very accurate. The colors chosen are almost all pure colors that are not blended. They are not mixed on the picture and just stick to the canvas along with the brushstrokes. There is something very special about it.
Like Van Gogh. Two of the figures in these three paintings are Fang Yi himself, and the last one is a human body painting by Zhao Jie.
Just after setting up the painting, I heard the sound of a car outside. Needless to say, Lu Qikun had arrived. Fang Yi came to the door and saw that there were indeed two cars one behind the other. Lu Qikun's small jeep took the lead, followed by a car.
A white Volkswagen.
As soon as Fang Yi opened the door, he opened his mouth and said: "Let's park the cars outside on the roadside today." As he said this, he waved to Lu Qikun.
Lu Qikun stopped the car and said to Fang Yijie Shao: "These two are the two friends I mentioned. The fatter one is Lang Yanguang, and the other one is Pang Xiaoyong." As he spoke, he started to get out of the car with his hands.
Take the painting.
Fang Yi followed the two of them and smiled, nodded and exchanged some greetings. Seeing that Lu Qikun seemed to have brought more than one painting, he stepped forward and was ready to help.
"I'll just give you two pictures! Help Lang Yanguang, he brought five pairs here." Lu Qikun smiled at Fang Yi and pointed at the fatter Lang Yanguang. He said he was fatter, as the two of them have similar physiques.
Medium height and chubby figure. At first glance, I thought they were twin brothers.
As soon as he walked to Lang Yanguang's car, Lang Yanguang smiled at Fang Yi and said, "Qi Kun keeps saying that you are good at painting, so we came here uninvited. I hope you won't be a bad guest!".
"It's okay! Let's chat and look at paintings with friends. The more lively the event, the better," Fang Yi said with a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and saw Wang Hongqi walking towards his home with his two children. He and the three men again
Said hello.
After moving all the paintings in, Fang Yi was about to close the door when he heard someone greeting him: "Little Fang Yi, the house is so lively, what are you doing!".
Fang Yi looked at the visitor and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang, I am setting up a small salon with my friends!" The visitor is Fang Yi's neighbor, Mr. Zhang Chenglin from the Provincial Traditional Chinese Painting Academy. Their home is in Fang Yi's house.
Two or three hundred meters away to the left, the old man had no airs, just like an old naughty boy. He smiled all day long, and soon after he moved in, he and Fang Yi got along well.
Zhang Chenglin walked to the door of the courtyard, stretched his head and took a look inside, then smiled and joked with Fang Yi: "Hey! Good guy! This is a place full of guests." Then he looked at Fang Yi and said: "Little Fang Yi, yours
Life is going well, I'm acting like little Raphael, I have so many friends!"
After hearing this, Fang Yi also smiled and joked with the old man: "You are Shan Guying. You just came back from the execution ground?".
After listening to Fang Yi's words, Zhang Chenglin laughed heartily a few times, then pointed at Fang Yi with his finger and said, "Sharp-tongued and sharp-tongued, just like your teacher!".
Fang Yi is telling the story of Raphael and Michelangelo. Raphael became famous at a young age and enjoyed great fame. Every time he went out, he would sing and greet his friends. Once, he was beaten by Michelangelo.
Seeing this, Michelangelo said sarcastically: You look like a general commanding thousands of troops. Raphael looked at Michelangelo who was alone and replied: Sir, you are alone.
Like an executioner.
"Mr. Zhang, do you want to come in for a barbecue and give us some advice?" Fang Yi invited the old man. If it were someone else, Fang Yi wouldn't ask whether he dared or not, but whether he would send out the invitation. Although Shi Cheng's head
Big celebrities live near him, but Fang Yi is a bit ungrateful when he opens his mouth to invite others to his salon. However, Mr. Zhang Chenglin has no airs and his personality is like that of an old kid.
"Is there barbecue?" Zhang Chenglin looked at Fang Yi and nodded and asked: "What are the requirements of the participants?".
"We all bring our latest works, you can just come and do it," Fang Yi said with a smile.
Zhang Chenglin said: "This won't work! I'd better go home and get a grand facade!" After saying that, he turned around and ran towards his home with small steps.
Fang Yi looked at the back of the old man running away and couldn't help but laugh. Since he had to wait for this old gentleman, Fang Yi stood at the door and waited for almost ten minutes before he saw the old man coming over with a paper roll in his hand.
, happily entered the yard. Fang Yi then closed the door.
This old gentleman needs no introduction. Everyone has heard his name. Everyone who was still sitting stood up. Zhang Chenglin looked at the young people in the courtyard and said with a smile: "Children, don't be restrained. I am Fang Yi today."
My friends are coming over to eat and drink.” After saying that, he went to the place where everyone hung pictures and hung up the paper rolls he was holding. Then he immediately ran to the barbecue pit to get a piece of barbecue and ate it as if no one else was watching.
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Fang Yi and his group walked to the old man's painting and looked at the two fishes with still-dry ink on them! They must have been painted by the old man just after he returned home. The ink still shone under the light.
Lu Qikun looked at the painting and sighed and said: "Mr. Zhang's technique is so good. With just a few strokes, the fish becomes as lively as if it is swimming freely in the water!"
"This means that the older you are in traditional Chinese painting, the better you are!" Tao Yong nodded and said. As a student of traditional Chinese painting, Tao Yong was naturally deeply moved when he looked at Zhang Chenglin's works.
I was drawing on the palm of my other hand.
Everyone was praising Master Zhang Chenglin's natural perfection. Fang Yi turned around and saw that the master was now among the beautiful girls, talking about something with excitement, making all the beautiful girls smile.
Then there was a piece of gravy stuck to the beard at the corner of his mouth. It looked like it was only a little better than the two little ones in Wang Hongqi's family. The two little ones next to him now had most of their faces covered in gravy.
After reading the master's paintings, Fang Yi started to spin. When he walked to Lu Qikun's side, he discovered what he and Zhu Zheng were talking about.
Seeing Fang Yi walking over, Lu Qikun asked Fang Yi: "Is he following your style? It looks a bit interesting to me, but it doesn't quite look like it!".
Fang Yi took a look at the half-length portrait on Zhu Zheng's painting and said, "It's my old style!". Fang Yi knew as soon as he saw the painting that Zhu Zheng had really put a lot of effort into his previous paintings, and what he painted now was the same as his own.
The last exercises in high school are 80% similar. Except for being a bit rigid in some places, Yi Jing is quite good! No wonder Wang Qiluo said before that Zhu Zheng also has a good talent, and Zhou Tong must have made this guy his own
Go to class.
After thinking for a while, he said to Zhu Zheng: "You have done well, now it's time to try to form your own style!".
Lu Qikun nodded after hearing this and said: "You can never surpass others when you imitate others. Try to get out of their box and paint as you like. Just learn the techniques from him. There is no way out if you imitate his style!".
Zhu Zheng smiled and said, "I think Fang Yi's painting is the best! When I picked up the brush, I naturally thought about how Fang Yi would paint. I copied several of his paintings more than fifty times!".
After hearing this, Lu Qikun smiled and said to Fang Yi: "I didn't expect you to have such a loyal admirer! This sounds a bit like Titian looking at Giorgione!".
It felt good to have someone worship me, but knowing that imitating myself would not work, Fang Yi could only suggest: "Do you think Lu Qikun's paintings are good?" Looking at Zhu Zheng nodded, Fang Yi said again
: "Then try to combine what you have learned from me now with Lu Qikun's style that you think is good!".
After saying a few words, Fang Yi started talking again. This small salon has really different styles! There are not only oil paintings but also Chinese paintings. In terms of style, take oil paintings as an example. There are works by Fang Yi with a post-impressionist style, and
Lu Qikun’s surrealist works, as well as Pang Xiaoyong’s two works with strong constructivist colors, while Lang Yanguang’s works are abstract. The five paintings are all colorful lines, which is dazzling. The whole small salon is as diverse as a pot.
A hodgepodge with great visual impact.
Just as Fang Yi was looking at the painting with all his heart, he heard someone shouting outside the courtyard gate: "Old man!". After hearing this shout, Fang Yi's eyes naturally turned to Mr. Zhang Chenglin.
Fang Yi was happy when he saw this. Hearing the sound, the old gentleman immediately put down the meat plate in his hand, then took a plate and hurriedly picked up a piece of fruit. He forgot to wipe the gravy from the corner of his mouth, and walked to Fang Yi and whispered
He said: "Don't mention that I ate meat!" and then shouted loudly to the outside of the courtyard: "I'm in Fang Yi's courtyard!".
Fang Yi nodded the corner of his mouth: "You still have gravy on your face!" He watched the old man wipe it randomly a few times before walking to the door and opening the small door. (To be continued...)