After looking at the tree bark painted by Fang Yi for a long time, none of the students found out what Fang Yi was representing. It was just rectangular gray blocks of different shapes? The gray tone of the entire painting was a bit strange to Fang Yi.
, because Fang Yi's paintings are all in bright and vivid colors, not to mention that the whole painting is gray! If it is not deliberately expressed, Fang Yi's paintings are rarely painted in cool colors.
Finally, a classmate couldn't help it anymore and saw that Fang Yi had put down his brush and seemed to be preparing to take a rest. Then he walked up to Fang Yi and said, "Fang Yi! What are you painting in these paintings? Blocks of colors.
The edge of the block is still very hard, and it just falls on the screen like raindrops!".
"Are you just trying to solve it?" Fang Yi asked when he saw several heads surrounding the painting he was practicing. He looked at a few people and nodded and explained: "It's just a painting of natural disorder. It's just an exercise."
Not prepared to show anything!”.
"What a fool! We have been guessing for a long time." One of the classmates opened his mouth and complained: "He said it was a big river, and the irregular oval in the middle was a stone in the river! This one said it was a burst of cloth, and the water flowed down three thousand meters.
"Chi, I praised this painting very well just now! It's so majestic! It's so vicissitudes of life! Anyway, the explanations are all over the place!" As he spoke, this person nodded on the two people, smiling as he nodded.
Explain.
"Oh!" Fang Yi thought about what he had just practiced and said: "Don't tell me, it really means what they said. When I have time, I will change this painting and treat it as a painting of a river or an explosion.
Clothed”.
You can't blame others for this. In the past few days, Fang Yi has fully assumed the role of teacher among these sophomore classmates! These students listened to Fang Yi talking about his painting ideas, and slowly began to understand how Fang Yi thought and arranged.
Picture. If you meet someone who can talk about it, maybe it will lead to a fight between the two factions. But who made Wang Qiluo a dull and honest man? Now Fang Yi is doing something that is almost equivalent to Confucius. Of course, it is a little bit like that.
The child dialed Fang Yi higher. The principles are the same! All they do is preaching, receiving karma and solving doubts.
I have to say that Fang Yi is a bit of a good teacher!
Now that Wang Qiluo has run away again, Fang Yi's family is the dominant one in the entire classroom. These students are destined to be influenced by the preliminary painting ideas and techniques in Fang Yi's mind. Even if Fang Yi leaves school and goes to university, this influence can still pass through.
These classmates spread to the next world, and with the series of model paintings left by Teacher Sun, this influence becomes even more obvious.
As usual, he spent the whole day in the art classroom, helping the students at the next level to solve some problems from time to time. The whole day just slipped away from Fang Yi's hands.
The next day, Fang Yi was naturally ready to repeat the day at the same pace as before. However, it was just past ten o'clock today, and Fang Yi was still drawing when he heard someone calling him at the door: "Fang Yi! Are you invited by the head teacher? Are you here?
After you go to Teacher Guan, your Mu Jin will also look for you!".
The person who spoke was none other than his good friend Zhang Xu! Now this guy is highly regarded by the teacher. Now he often does some work of spreading news and running errands. In a gangster movie, he would be a standard Ponyboy! In the Ming Dynasty, he would be either Dongchang or Dongchang.
Jin Yiwei. Now in the eyes of some people, Zhang Xu is the head teacher’s loser!
Fang Yi put down the brush in his hand in shock: "Teacher Guan, what happened?" He picked up a piece of cloth hanging on the easel, wiped his hands and asked his friend Zhang Xu.
"Hurry up! How could I know this? I'm not a roundworm in the teacher's belly." Zhang Xu stood at the door and waved to Fang Yi, telling Fang Yi to leave quickly.
When the two of them walked out of the art room, Zhang Xu said to Fang Yi: "I don't know what the teacher is looking for you for, but I know what your wife is looking for for you!".
"What can she do to me?" Fang Yi shook his head and said indifferently. The two young lovers were just arranging the date, or maybe there was some good movie Mu Jin wanted to watch, so he asked him to take her with him.
Go and get it.
After hearing this, Zhang Xu asked Fang Yi as he walked: "Why did you stand under a tree for so long yesterday? Now the school gossip says you are crazy."
"I'm observing the trees! You can draw better if you look more!" After hearing this, Fang Yi immediately thought: Where are all these things! This brother has a lively and bright mind. Is there a lunatic like himself?
Zhang Xu chuckled after hearing this: "The bad thing is that you learned painting. Do you know which direction this rumor is developing now?"
Fang Yi couldn't help but shook his head and said indifferently: "I have no interest, and it doesn't matter what direction I develop in. If I dwell on this, I might really make me crazy."
"Now the news is this: Why can you improve so quickly in painting? It's because you're crazy!" Zhang Xu saw that Fang Yi was not interested and directly revealed the matter: "They said it was that so-and-so painter who cut himself
My ears! I couldn’t help but kill myself because I admired another painter. It’s easier for you painters to make yourselves completely crazy or half-crazy to draw brilliantly and become famous! Isn’t that true?” said
He glanced at Fang Yi with great interest, his two small eyes shining with the fire of gossip as he wanted to get a definite answer.
Fang Yi was immediately petrified after hearing this. His imagination was too rich. He was completely wrong. See for yourself how the tree patterns were spread like this by these people? He said with a grimace: "Compare me with Van Gogh."
, I don’t know in my heart whether I should be happy or angry!” His eyes glanced at Zhang Xu’s body: “These are all going nowhere!”.
"It was reported in the newspaper two days ago that a painter saw a fifteen-year-old mentally retarded scrawling on the wall, and was shocked that the gods thought he was a genius." After saying that, he glanced at Fang Yi. Now Fang Yi is also Sun.
The teacher said he was a talented painter and was well-known to the whole school. Based on what he did yesterday, Zhang Xu had every reason to think that his friend was moving towards the realm of idiots and reached the realm of schizophrenia. There was no guarantee that he would be successful in the painting world.
Soaring into the sky!
"Have you ever seen a retarded person put his paintings on display at the Palace of Versailles in Paris? Can all the paintings of the mentally retarded person maintain the same style?" Such reports are either made by the artist to gain attention and hyped up, or by the media to create confusion.
Sales. The same thing applies to animal paintings. Zoos use it to cheat money. You draw a picture in front of any orangutan, let the orangutan watch the painting process, and finally give it a brush, and it will imitate your movements and apply paint on it.
Stamp on paper! Is this imitation of humans, considered painting?
Zhang Xu glanced at Fang Yi and said with a smile: "You won't engage in performance art in the future. This thing is really popular now."
Fang Yi was speechless directly to his friend: "I can't talk to you!" Then he complained: "A man was riding a big fat pig, with a big red flower hanging on the pig's neck, and it killed the whole pig.
He looked like a groom. Then a big man rode around the market and let the pig take a few bites of vegetable leaves! He jumped off the pig and said that this is called art, and he went on blah blah blah blah for a long time, trying to convince everyone that you are art! Ordinary people.
If you do this, you are a badass! He thinks that if he does it as an artist, he is no longer a badass in the eyes of everyone? He is still a badass!"
Zhang Xu was immediately amused by Fang Yi's words and laughed: "I thought you were going to say that I don't understand art!".
"There are fucked-up people among ordinary people, and there are also people who engage in art or claim to be engaged in art! There are such people in every profession, and there is no shortage of fucked-up people at home and abroad," Fang Yi said disdainfully.
From now on, Fang Yi has a clear boundary for art in his heart. However, this boundary seems very narrow in the eyes of some people. If this is a narrow boundary, then such a narrow boundary has focused on Fang Yi's
Throughout his life, not to mention changes, there was never even a moment of wavering. Everyone in the world said that he was like-minded. This kind of narrow-mindedness also affected Fang Yi's future friendships. It's just that Fang Yi would never show such narrow-mindedness in front of outsiders!
"Anyway, I told you, Mu Jin was a little unhappy after hearing the rumors that you were a lunatic." After saying that, the two of them arrived at the teaching building. They went upstairs. Zhang Xu pointed to the office and turned towards the classroom.
Go.
Arriving at the door of the office, Fang Yi knocked on the door and went straight in: "Teacher Guan, are you looking for me?".
"Fang Yi is here? Sit down quickly!" Teacher Guan was very enthusiastic, not as if he had met his students but also as if he had met a friend he had not seen for a long time. He looked at Fang Yi next to his desk.
He sat down on the chair and asked with a smile: "How are you doing painting during this time? I heard from Teacher Sun that both you and Wang Qiluo have great hope at CAFA!".
Fang Yi smiled: "It's not bad." Then he was naturally modest: "Before I finished the exam, no one said that I would definitely get in!".
After listening to Fang Yi's words, Teacher Guan reached out and knocked on the table subconsciously and then said: "I don't know much about painting, so I can't say I have any suggestions. But learning is related, don't you think?" After that, he took his eyes.
Looking at Fang Yi, waiting for his student to agree.
Fang Yi had no choice but to nod his head and let Teacher Guan finish.
Teacher Guan was very satisfied with Fang Yi's movements: "Let me tell you! This painting also requires a balance between work and rest, and you can't just do it blindly and foolishly!" As he spoke, he stretched out his hands and scratched on his desk: "
You must keep your mood relaxed and happy. Only by doing this can you get twice the result with half the effort! Otherwise, you will get twice the result with half the effort! Especially, you must pay attention to your physical condition!"
Damn! Fang Yi now knew why Teacher Guan came to him. After going around for a long time, he finally figured it out and brought the topic to his physical condition. By this time, of course Fang Yi also understood that Teacher Guan must be
I heard the rumors and contacted him about his physical condition, which led to the current conversation.
"Teacher! I'm in really good health. You don't have to worry. It was a special situation last time!" Fang Yi quickly explained: "Yesterday I just looked at the tree trunk and I was fascinated by it!".
"That's what I'm saying. Teacher believes that you are in good health!" Teacher Guan had a smile on his face, but he was thinking in his heart: He can look at tree branches for an hour, and he still says that there is nothing wrong with him. That thing
What’s so good to see! If you tell me that there is a beetle climbing on top, can I still believe it? It can last so long just by looking at the tree trunk without any disease? I’ve been teaching for decades and I’m not stupid!
I muttered silently in my heart: Pay attention to his body, pay attention to his body! Only then did he calm down the idea of criticizing Fang Yi! If he lies down again if he is criticized by himself, there will be a shadow in his heart for the rest of his life. A student is criticized because of
She is depressed and has been criticized by herself. No matter how reasonable her parents are, they cannot let her go! Not to mention that once the news reaches the media, she doesn’t know how it will spread!
After teaching for so many years and leading countless graduating classes, for the first time, Teacher Guan was longing for the college entrance examination to come soon. The best thing is to start the exam tomorrow! As soon as the exam is over, get rid of Fang Yi, who is in danger of fainting at any time and
The hospital couldn't find anything wrong! The doctor also emphasized that there was no guarantee when the time bomb without a time display would be released!
Fang Yi could see the lie in what he said. After some deliberation with the head teacher, he agreed to come to the class teacher for only one or two days a week for self-study in the evening and take time to rest more. Only then was Fang Yi able to escape from the evil mouth of the office.
came out.
Fang Yi didn't know that not only himself, but also the class teacher sitting in the office was relieved! He wished his parents would take him home right away. Never show up in school, at least not in his own class.
Deep down in his heart, Teacher Guan supports Fang Yi from the bottom of his heart and hopes that Fang Yi can pass the art exam. Because in more than a month, Fang Yi will transfer to liberal arts, and then he will directly give this gift to him.
Leave the country! Then the head teacher of the liberal arts class will have a headache! Now that Fang Yi has not yet transferred, a class teacher of the liberal arts class directly sighed: Where are the students! Who is in the class who is in trouble? You can’t be punished, you can’t scold, you can’t be allowed.
He is not happy! It is simply: Is it possible that a real father is better than a real father?