Fang Yi had just stepped through the door when he heard Liu Hongshuo say to him: "Fang Yi! I asked you to come here today because I wanted to ask you in person if you would like to learn oil painting with me!" After saying this, he looked solemn.
He looked at Fang Yi, waiting for the answer from the seventeen-year-old boy at the door.
This straight-to-the-point question made Fang Yi a little confused, and he scratched his head. He thought to himself that this was too different from what he thought. There were only two people, including himself and Zhou Tong, and there were four people.
What kind of scene is this?
Seeing Fang Yi in a daze, Zhou Tong anxiously said to Fang Yi: "Teacher Liu is asking you something! Why are you so dazed!".
Fang Yi finally came to his senses, nodded and said to Liu Hongshuo: "Of course I am willing!".
After listening to Fang Yi's words, Liu Hongshuo showed a smile on his face. He turned to his old friend and said, "This is my student Fang Yi." Fang Yi was thinking of paying homage, beating drums and blowing locks.
Absolutely not. The old man decided with just these words. Fang Yi officially became Liu Hongshuo’s student!
After speaking, he said to Fang Yi: "This is Mr. Liu Yuchan, he is my good friend!".
"Hello, Teacher Liu!" Fang Yi bent slightly and saluted Liu Yuchan.
After hearing this, Liu Yuchan smiled and said: "Since I am a student of Hongshuo, I have also prepared a meeting gift." After that, he patted a wooden box on the table and said: "I will give you a set of tools!".
Liu Hongshuo jokingly said to his old friend: "I gave so many to your students, and I finally got some back today!" After saying this, he laughed out loud first.
"I can't wait to give away so many gifts! It's you who never gave me this chance!" Liu Yuchan also laughed: "It's so hard that I still can't bear to part with such a small thing!".
Fang Yi said to Liu Yuchan: "Thank you!".
After hearing this, Liu Yuchan waved his hand and stood up from his stool to look at Liu Hongshuo.
He said: "Your students have also been accepted, and my meeting gifts have been given out. Now I don't have anything to do with you! You two, master and disciple, can talk about the rest by yourselves!" After saying that, he waved to Zhou Tong.
He waved his hand and walked towards the door with his students.
Liu Hongshuo stood up and walked the two people to the door with Fang Yi, closed the door and returned to the root carving table.
Fang Yi reached out and opened the painting box as a gift from Liu Yuchan. When he opened it, he saw a square wooden palette. When he picked up the palette, he saw that it was divided into four grids: one long, three short, and finally
There are more than ten paintbrushes placed in the long grid, including flat heads, round heads, and fan-shaped heads, and some even have different fur colors! Together with four large and small painting knives, this long grid tower is filled in.
fully.
I picked up a paintbrush and swiped it on the palm of my hand, then put it in front of my eyes. The entire paintbrush was a little yellowish and translucent.
Liu Hongshuo glanced at it and said: "What you are holding is the best bristle pen. It is hard to see such good bristle pens outside now! Although it is not as expensive as imported oil paint brushes, the quality of this kind is worse than The ones made abroad are better! There are also pens made of mink hair and camel hair. This old thing has prepared them with great care."
"We eat so many pigs a year, how many pig hairs is it not easy to save?" Fang Yi didn't understand. Isn't it just made of pig hairs? What's the difference?
Liu Hongshuo explained: "Today's pigs grow quickly, and it is difficult for the bristles to grow to the appropriate length. Even if they can grow to such a length and meet the requirements, there are not many. Our domestic bristles paint brushes are very good.
It is in sync with the world, but the price is much different from others!”.
"Is the packaging not upscale enough?" Fang Yi picked up the largest brush-like thing in his hand and brushed it twice. It felt like it was better than the gouache he used before.
There are more upgrades.
"The main reason is this, but if everyone goes in the high-end direction, it will be a hardship for painting students! I used French products several times when I was learning painting, and then started using domestic products after being introduced by a friend.
Brand. After using it a few times, I feel that the quality of domestic pens is high. A set of pens is not as valuable as a French pen, but the quality is in the middle. Many students even in Paris now use this brand of paintbrushes." Liu Hongshuo looked at
Fang Yi said the pen in the painting box.
Liu Hongshuo looked at these brushes and couldn't help but think of his previous experiences when he was studying. As he thought about it, he became a little silent.
"Teacher!" Fang Yi couldn't help but said as he looked at Liu Hongshuo in a daze.
After coming back to his senses, Liu Hongshuo said to his new student: "Save this set of brushes for later use. I have prepared the brushes for practice. Although they are not as good as the old ones, they are still pretty good.
There are enough things for you to practice with, there are also easels and so on." After speaking, he pointed to a corner of his studio.
After listening to the teacher's words, Fang Yi nodded. He didn't even need to think about it to know what kind of brush Liu Yuchan was able to give him. It was indeed not suitable for him to use now.
Walking to his easel, Fang Yi reached out and touched it. It was different from the one used in his high school and Zhou Tong's studio. This easel was darker in color, and it was more substantial when he carried it. There was also a shelf next to the easel.
He was carrying a small wooden cart of the same color with four or five small drawers.
Fang Yi watched for more than a minute and then turned to his teacher and asked: "Teacher! What should I draw now?".
After hearing this, Liu Hongshuo shook his head and said: "No painting today! Let me copy one first!" After that, he pointed to the door on the side of the studio and said: "There is a dark square wooden box in the room. It says Croquis on it. You can put it in
Proposed!".
"Okay!" After listening to the teacher, Fang Yi turned around and walked towards the wooden door. As soon as he opened the door, he saw many thick leather or wooden boxes standing on the wooden shelves inside.
These boxes are not like ordinary boxes, they are all flat! The largest one should be more than two meters long. More than twenty boxes directly fill the small room.
It seems that this person's small house is often cleaned, and there is no dust on either the box or the wooden shelf. If it was not taken care of regularly, it would not be so clean at all.
After looking back and forth, all the boxes were labeled. After searching for a while, Fang Yi found the box Liu Hongshuo was talking about. He held it directly in his hand and raised his feet to walk towards the door. This box was flat and flat.
To lift it up, you have to straighten your forearms, which is uncomfortable to carry, especially since the box is so heavy.
"Can't you see the trolley next to you? Where are your eyes?" The teacher's voice came from the door.
After listening to Liu Hongshuo's words, Fang Yi turned his head and scanned the surroundings, only to find that there was indeed a small steel car beside the wall. He put down the box, pushed the car over, put the box on top and pushed it out.
Seeing Fang Yi pushing the car over, Liu Hongshuo touched the box twice and then reached out to open the clip on the box.
As soon as the box was opened, Fang Yi saw that it was full of wooden frames. In one of the wooden frames he could see, there was a sketch.
Liu Hongshuo picked it, took out one, lifted it and placed it horizontally on the box.
"William Adolf Brog!" Fang Yi couldn't help but say.
Liu Hongshuo had a little pride in his eyes, and at the same time he nodded appreciatively at his student's eyes.
Fang Yi said this sketch at once, not because of how knowledgeable Fang Yi was! But when he saw this sketch, the name jumped out of the master state in his mind. Now Fang Yi's mind
The master status column is no longer empty. There is a name of William Adauge Brog under the column. And an experience bar appears under the name. Now he has a little more experience.
The experience bar was followed by several flashing words: Imitation! Level 89%!
"Who copied this?" Fang Yi opened his mouth and asked directly to his teacher.
This sentence made Liu Hongshuo stunned for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he asked: "How do you know that this sketch is a fake?" After saying this, he couldn't help but look at his disciple again.
Oops! I let it slip! Fang Yi couldn't help but think. His mind turned around quickly and he immediately came up with an idea. He opened his mouth to lie: "I guessed! There is an 80% chance that there won't be anyone here."
Brog’s original work!”.
"Hahaha!" Liu Hongshuo smiled after hearing this and said, "A little clever. This is a representative of the French academic school in the 19th century. Although he once suppressed the Impressionists, he became famous during his lifetime. He was regarded by people at that time
He is considered to be one of the great painters at that time. Not to mention the suppression of the Impressionists, Brog is very accomplished in sketching!".
"This imitator is also very powerful!" Fang Yi couldn't help but say.
After hearing this, Liu Hongshuo smiled and said: "This is what I copied before!" After saying this, his face suddenly turned gloomy, and he kept touching the painting box with his right hand. He paused for more than a minute before he opened his mouth and said:
"At that time, I was studying painting in France, and I had just gained a little fame. I received an invitation from the old dean of Hangzhou United States, Zhou Yitang, who wanted me to teach in Hangzhou United States! I happily agreed at the time, but I mentioned one thing.
The request is to postpone it for five years! In the past five years, I have gone to major art museums in Europe to copy these famous oil paintings. If the price is right for someone else’s copy, I will buy it directly! All the savings from selling paintings in the past were spent in that museum.
It’s in the house! Not only did I copy it myself, but some of my friends in France helped me copy it.”
At this point, he seemed to be immersed in memories of the past: "I arrived in Hangzhou and worked with Mr. Zhou Yitang on the teaching reform in Hangzhou. The first task was to de-Sovietize! Sweep all the messy political paintings into the trash.
Get out of the pile! Comprehensive study of Western European oil painting techniques! Seeing some results, Mr. Zhou Yitang's health failed! In the end, nothing happened!"
Fang Yi listened to the teacher's deep reminiscences, and the look on his face changed from excited to heavy.
"Mr. Zhou Yitang resigned as the dean of Hangmei, and the new dean took office and everything was restored to its original state. Such strong opposition voices suddenly disappeared, and Hangmei returned to its previous tranquility and peace! Mr. Yitang said before his death
In a sentence: Although I can't see it, I know that Central America is lucky. If you give me another five years or even three years, Hangzhou's reform will be completed! Not only can it maintain its position alongside Central America, but it may even be able to overtake it!
”.
At this point, Liu Hongshuo sighed: "The death of a person is a political matter!".