Fang Yi spent the evening quite happily. When it was time to go home at around nine o'clock, her aunt packed a bag for her nephew. More than a pound of fresh shrimps, river mussels with shells, and bacon.
I wasn't prepared for anything. It wasn't because my aunt was reluctant to part with it, but because this stuff was pickled by Yu Qin, and Fang Yi also had it at home.
Carrying a heavy black plastic bag of food, Fang Yi returned home and handed it to his mother before returning to his room.
The class teacher asked Fang Yi to study late at night, but there was really nothing to do at home at night, so he couldn't carry his easel home. After thinking about it, Fang Yi finally found a good way, and went to Shishi more often in the evening.
It’s better if you’re not good at art! When Zhou Tong is here, go and gain experience. When Zhou Tong is away, go to Tian Yue’s classroom to hang out.
Once you have decided on something, do it step by step! When it was time to wander around the studio, Fang Yi got off school and ate something at the school gate and ran directly towards Shi Yi.
First, I wandered around Tian Yue's classroom for almost half an hour, and then walked towards Zhou Tong's studio.
"Brother Zhou!" Fang Yi opened the door and saw Zhou Tong standing in front of the easel. In one corner of the room stood a woman next to the easel. She was the female model he had painted that day.
This female model was painting a plaster, a simpler version of Gorky. This plaster looked a bit like Lu Xun, an entry-level thing. She directly said hello to Zhou Tong, and smiled and nodded to the female model.
Zhou Tong saw Fang Yi and asked directly: "Why didn't you come last time? I've been waiting for you here for a long time!"
I'm not even in a hurry, but your experience tree is more anxious than me? Fang Yi had an idea in his mind and answered directly: "A relative wanted me to go to his house for dinner. I couldn't push it so I didn't come over. I didn't know you were here."
I didn’t call you to inform you, I’m very sorry.”
After listening to Fang Yi's words, Zhou Tong said: "Let's paint colors today? Oil paints!" After speaking, he pointed to a small suitcase next to him and said: "Here are the paints prepared for you, the brushes and palette, and the canvas.
It's been stretched for you." After saying that, he pointed to a canvas over thirty centimeters wide and fifty centimeters high leaning against the wall, indicating to Fang Yi that he would use this thing to paint today.
Fang Yi looked at these things, touched his head and said sheepishly: "I have only painted with gouache, and I have never painted with oil paints!".
Zhou Tong was a little stunned by Fang Yi's words: You have never painted with oil paints, and there is still one month left before the art test at Central Academy of Fine Arts, and you are so shameless that you want to take the oil painting department of Central Academy of Fine Arts.
? Thinking of this, his face showed a little impatience: "Just like how you paint gouache, just paint like this! Tonight, I will paint a bust of a character. It does not require how detailed the painting is. You can paint as much as you can in three and a half hours.
Got it?".
Fang Yi nodded: "I understand." After saying that, he walked to the framed canvas, lifted the panel and placed it on the easel.
"I'll go out for a few minutes. Get ready and we'll start when the model arrives." Zhou Tong said and walked out of the studio.
Pulling up a stool and sitting down, Fang Yi picked up the palette and squeezed a little paint onto the palette. The palette was an egg-shaped hard board with a thumb plug on one side of the small end.
Kong Fangyi initially used the entry-level lotus-shaped palette, which has a Tai Chi figure in the middle of the eight petals. Later, he found it inconvenient and changed it to the lid of a paint box.
Within a few minutes, Fang Yi squeezed the paint onto the palette, and squeezed out a rising spiral like toothpaste. After squeezing it out, Fang Yi had about ten more paints on his palette.
There are piles of shit-shaped paint lumps that look like small poops, and they are all covered in the big head. If they were all changed to brown, it would look unappetizing.
Putting down the palette, Fang Yi began to pay attention to the things in the painting box. The paintbrushes were almost the same as the gouache ones, but there were a few more of different sizes, like those used by house builders to scrape walls.
Of course Fang Yi would not think that this thing was for pasting walls. He knew that this thing was called a painting knife and was used quite often in oil paintings.
After inspecting the painting box, I touched the canvas with my hands. The foundation on the canvas had been laid. It felt a little astringent. After touching it for a long time, I didn't feel any small particles. It seemed that the foundation was good.
The people are very attentive.
After he finished reading it, his eyes turned to the side of Zhou Tong's easel. There was something like a trolley with four small wheels underneath. It was only as big as a shoe rack for changing shoes at home.
There were some plastic bottles on the trolley. Fang Yi picked up one and took a look. The label on it said castor oil! He put it down and picked up another bottle with sunflower oil on it.
This oil painting guy is really good at it. If nothing else, he just keeps it at home. When he is cooking, he suddenly runs out of oil. He can just grab a bottle and put it on top! Fang Yi couldn't help but think in his heart.
However, the next few bottles had something written on them such as thinner, varnish, etc. Now Fang Yi was a little confused about what was in them. As for the remaining two or three bottles, they all had something written on them.
The foreign language was not English, and Fang Yi couldn't understand it after reading it for a while. He had to put these things down, return to his easel, and continue to touch the canvas in boredom, or look at the pee on his palette.
At this time, the door of the studio opened. Fang Yi raised his head and saw an old lady walking in. He was about to ask the old lady what happened.
The old lady spoke first: "Where is Teacher Zhou?"
The girl who was drawing a sketch said: "Teacher Zhou is out and will be back in a moment! If you have anything to do, just wait for him."
"I'm here to be a model, and Teacher Zhou has made an appointment for me to come over now!" the old lady said.
"Then come in! The teacher will be here soon," the girl said with a smile, then turned around and continued to draw her own painting.
Fang Yi watched the old lady walk in and thought to herself: When I was sketching, I was a young and beautiful girl, when I was painting, I was the old lady. Oil painting must be a bit too hard!
Just when I thought of this, the door opened again. This time Zhou Tong walked in and saw the old lady smiling and said, "Are you here?" After saying that, he pointed to the chair not far away and said to the old lady, "Just sit there.
Now, you can put your hands on your knees and find a more comfortable position."
After listening to Zhou Tong's words, the old lady smiled and nodded. She sat on the chair and swung her body twice. She leaned against the back of the chair and looked at Zhou Tong.
"Okay! That's it, today I'm just going to draw a bust." Zhou Tong raised his hand to indicate to the old lady and that was it.
As usual, Fang Yi first looked at Zhou Tong's paintings. Zhou Tong first drew a sketch on the canvas with a pencil. After sketching out the physical characteristics of the characters in a not too detailed way, he applied a layer of paint on the sketch with a large brush.
It was something like transparent resin, and then I picked up the brush and started painting.
Fang Yi watched Zhou Tong start drawing and then moved to his easel. He did not follow Zhou Tong's example and draw a sketch first. Instead, he started sketching directly on his own canvas with ripe brown and painted the characters on his own canvas space.
After making arrangements, we started to work on it as if it were gouache.
The shape was roughly spread out on the canvas, and the studio door was opened again.
A well-dressed old man walked in with his hands behind his back as soon as he pushed the door open. The old man was not tall and was about 1.6 to 1.7 meters in height.
She's not tall, but she's very imposing. She has a tall chest and a protruding belly, and her eyes are confident and sharp.
Zhou Tong also saw the old man coming in. He put down his brush and was about to say hello when he heard the old man nod: "Draw your own painting. I'll take a look and then leave."
Fang Yi stared at the old man with curiosity on his face. He knew that Zhou Tong was a teacher of stone art. It seemed that the old man was also a teacher of stone art. Could it be that he came to check on Zhou Tong's dean? Fang Yi didn't just guess out of thin air.
During class at school, sometimes an older dean would come into the classroom and listen to the teacher in class.
At the same time, Fang Yi was also very puzzled as to why so many people came to the studio today. In the past, there were only two or three people, but now there are actually five squatting in the small studio with the old man who just came in!
After Liu Hongshuo came in, he glanced around the studio and knew who his target was tonight! Needless to say, the girl in the corner was sketching, and she looked surprised when he saw him. She obviously knew him.
I am not a high school student at this age.
Only the tall and handsome boy in front of the easel was the one drawing the sketch. He was staring at me with a blank look on his face. From the look in his eyes, it seemed that he didn't know who he was.
Staring at Fang Yi's eyes, Liu Hongshuo looked directly at Fang Yi for four or five seconds, and felt that this young man was a bit interesting. He didn't look at him with any fear at all, and his eyes were very pure! After watching him for so many years
People, Liu Hongshuo knows that eyes are a person’s windows. This child’s eyes are very confident and bold!
"Why are you staring at me? What's the dust on my face?" Liu Hongshuo asked Fang Yi with a smile.
Fang Yi shook his head: "It's nothing!" You can't be like talking to classmates in school. When someone asks you why you are staring at me, you answer: If you don't stare at me, how do you know that I am staring at you? Such an answer is obvious
It's a bit inappropriate to go to someone else's territory, especially since this old man is still the dean of Shiyi!
After saying that, Fang Yi moved his eyes to the drawing board and began to draw his own paintings. From time to time, he glanced at the old man with the corner of his eye. In fact, he was thinking: When will this old man leave? Why hasn't he left yet? He's actually here.
You are watching yourself draw from behind! You are a dean and if you don’t look at Zhou Tong, why are you looking at me?
Liu Hongshuo was an old man and couldn't guess Fang Yi's thoughts, but Fang Yi's restraint could still be seen. He stood directly behind Fang Yi and said: "Concentrate on your painting. If there is someone standing behind you, you can
You can’t concentrate, but you still have the nerve to say you like painting?”
After listening to the old man's words, Fang Yi thought about it in his mind. It seems that the old man won't leave for a while. He should concentrate on painting! After thinking of this, he returned his attention to his painting. Now Fang Yi's mind
The room suddenly emptied out. There were no distractions and I was not concentrating on arranging my own picture. I would naturally take two steps back from time to time and examine my own picture.
Suddenly the child became attentive, and Liu Hongshuo's favorable impression of Fang Yi increased. Looking at Fang Yi's paintings, the colors were very rich, and the shape and structure of the pictures were also quite good! But when his eyes turned to Fang Yi's tone,
When I saw the lumps of paint on the color board, I shook my head a little: What the hell did you do!
After Liu Hongshuo finished watching Fang Yi's paintings, he started to look at Fang Yi's clothes. He made some inferences about Fang Yi's family background: This child was born in a wealthy family, and the family conditions are at least wealthy! He is not wearing the famous brands that young people like nowadays.
, the clothes on my body are very good in terms of material and workmanship! And the corners of the pants and other items are very obvious, obviously they have been ironed frequently.
If it were an ordinary child in a family, even if they put on these clothes, how could the family have so much time to carefully iron and take care of them. Finally, Liu Hongshuo's eyes fell on Fang Yi's camel coat on the stool, and he reached out and gently
After lightly touching the sleeves, I knew that the coat was made of pure cashmere. This coat would cost at least a thousand dollars to buy.