"Teacher!" Fang Yi looked at Liu Hongshuo's face and shouted, fearing that the old man would be too sad.
Liu Hongshuo looked at Fang Yi and forced a smile on his face: "I won't let you paint today! Just copy this work by Brog!" He pointed at the painting: "You can copy it by yourself today. I went back early.
The key to the studio is over there, I've prepared one for you! Don't go to Zhou Tong's place in the future. Come here when you have time!"
Fang Yi followed the direction of Liu Hongshuo's finger and saw a key and said: "I know!".
After listening to Fang Yi's words, Liu Hongshuo walked towards the door. When he got to the door, he remembered something: "Just pull down the electric switch next to it when you leave. Just push it up when I'm not around when you come back!"
After speaking, he didn't wait for the students to answer, just closed the door and walked out.
Fang Yi could see that these things touched the sadness of having just recognized his teacher, and he couldn't help but feel a little worried. However, this worry followed Fang Yi as he put Broger's painting on the easel and dragged his own easel.
Next to me, when I started copying, I disappeared.
The copying speed is very slow, and Fang Yi has to think carefully about almost every stroke and line. Such sketches are not comparable to those of Wang Qiluo or Zhou Tong! Fang Yi is like finding a close friend, understanding through sketches
Brog's intention. This feeling is very wonderful, like starting a dialogue with this aestheticist painter.
Such a feeling made Fang Yi couldn't help but be immersed in it, and he painted one stroke after another. Fang Yi simply forgot about time and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the works copied by Liu Hongshuo.
Fang Yi copied the whole portrait of a woman for more than five hours before completing it. After finishing it, he couldn't restrain his inner desire, so he directly hung up another piece of sketch paper on his drawing board. He closed his eyes and thought about what he had just done.
I carefully tasted the charm of Brog's works while copying them, and thought I could learn from them.
About ten minutes passed in his mind, but Fang Yi only felt that it took no more than a few seconds. He opened his eyes, borrowed Brog's shape, and began to draw his own picture on the paper.
With a rough understanding and thoughts in his mind, Fang Yi started to paint much faster than before. Even so, it was much slower than what he had painted before. It took Fang Yi only an hour and a half to finish his painting.
Taking two steps back from the easel, Fang Yi looked at his completed painting carefully. Overall, he was quite satisfied. His sketching had improved a lot. He could tell by just looking at the experience bar in his mind. It was much faster than Zhou Tong's painting.
Already.
When Fang Yi came to his senses, he found himself at two o'clock in the night. He quickly put down his pencil and prepared to leave the teacher's studio and go home, knowing that his parents must be waiting anxiously.
As soon as I reached for the power switch, I saw a telephone standing next to me. I picked up the receiver and heard noise inside. Knowing that the phone was working, I immediately dialed my home phone number.
After thinking about it twice, the call went through: "Xiaoyi?".
"Mom! It's me!" Fang Yi said immediately.
Before Fang Yi could continue to say anything, Yu Qin's machine gun-like questioning came from the other end of the phone: "Where are you at this late hour! Why haven't you gone home yet? Do you know how worried your dad and I are?
…!”.
Fang Yi took the receiver away five or six centimeters from his ear. After listening for a while, he felt that his mother's voice had become quieter, and then he put the receiver next to Wei Duo again: "I'm in the teacher's studio! I'll be back soon!".
"Teacher?" Yu Qin asked on the other end of the phone.
Fang Yi said directly: "I'll explain it to you when I get back. Anyway, it's a good thing!"
"Take a taxi back so late!".
"I know! I know! I'll tell you when I get back, that's it!" After saying that, Fang Yi waited for his mother to answer, then threw down the phone, turned off the power switch, locked the door, and walked towards the school gate.
go.
With nothing in his hand, the guard looked at Fang Yi and said nothing. Fang Yi just walked out of the small door and stood on the side of the road.
The weather in Shicheng has now reached below freezing, and it is past two o'clock at night, which is the coldest time of the day. Fang Yi stood on the side of the road with no pedestrians, shrinking his head, stamping his feet, and turning his head to look.
Are there any taxis coming around?
After waiting for almost ten minutes, Fang Yi stopped him for a taxi.
"Go to xx!" Fang Yi opened the door and told the driver his home address and got into the car.
The driver turned his head and glanced at Fang Yi, reached out to press the no-passenger sign in front of the car, and followed Fang Yi to greet him as he turned: "Come out of the school now?".
"I forgot about time. I just remembered to go home now," Fang Yi said with a smile.
"You look like you are paying more attention to your studies!" the driver said with praise.
Fang Yi asked: "Master's accent doesn't sound like he's from Shicheng!".
"No! When I get here, I help the car owner drive as a second driver, while my wife and children stay at home." The driver, who was in his thirties, said to the passenger Fang Yi without turning around while looking at the road.
"How is business now?"
"It's okay! But it's not as good as summer nights. It's too cold now and everyone is at home at night. If it's Saturday and Sunday, it's better. I only charged less than 200 yuan in total today," the driver said.
The master said.
Fang Yi was speechless and said: "Driving at night is hard!".
"It's nothing if it's hard work. It's just that the children at home are not very interested. If I could study as late as you do, I would wake up laughing even in my sleep!" The driver said with a smile: "But the little thing just doesn't care, you say
What do you want to do now without culture! What can you do without culture! People who have graduated from university are working in offices with air conditioners, and they are comfortable commuting from 9 to 5! Anyway, I have given up. I can’t read well and will be with me as soon as I graduate from high school.
Come and drive a rental!".
While the car was driving, Fang Yi listened to the driver nagging about his useless son. There were no cars at night, and the car drove very fast. In less than half an hour, he arrived at the gate of Fang Yi's community.
After taking the money from Fang Yi, the driver stretched his head and took a look at the community: "The houses here are really expensive, more than five thousand per square meter! If I can live in a house here, it will be enough for me in this life." After saying this,
Fang Yi found the money. After Fang Yi closed the car door, he started the car.
Opening the door to his home, Fang Yi saw his parents sitting on the sofa in the living room, neither of them changed into their pajamas.
As soon as her son walked in the door, Yu Qin complained: "I came back so late and didn't even make a call! I don't know that the adults in the family are in a hurry!".
"Today I recognized a teacher, Mr. Liu Hongshuo Liu from Shi Yi!..." Before his mother could finish her words, Fang Yi took over the conversation and began to introduce his new teacher to his parents.
Fang Guohua and Yu Qin could only feel that their son was extremely excited, and they had no idea who Liu Hongshuo was. Not to mention that they had not even heard of him.
"His dad! He can't be a liar, right?" Yu Qin turned to Fang Guohua and asked after listening to his son. His son painted well! This is what the school teacher said. Fang Guohua, the couple, has no artistic talent at all.
, Yu Qin learned a little bit about art, but it just got her shoes wet on the edge of the long river of painting, and the little water didn't even wet her feet.
Upon hearing what his son said, he was a famous oil painter in the country and he took a liking to his own son and accepted him as his student. Yu Qin didn't feel confident about it. After thinking about it, he thought it was a bit too fantasy! The first reaction was not
I am not happy for my son, but I am worried: my son has no life experience, so he has not been deceived!
Fang Guohua feels the same way! Domestic oil paintings are too far away from the circle of life, and the painter! He is also a famous painter in the country! It is a bit mysterious to fall in love with his own son. After such a short period of time, he has learned
Will any great painter take a fancy to it?
Fang Yi looked at his parents' puzzled eyes and said, "I didn't explain it clearly! I first met a stone art teacher, dad! It was when I told you to go to stone art to see other people's skills that I met a teacher.
At that time, I didn’t know he was a teacher named Zhou Tong..." Then Fang Yi reported the whole thing to his parents in full, emphasizing again and again that his new teacher had a big studio in Shiyi.
After hearing this, Fang Guohua thought for a moment and said, "Then we understand. You can go back to your room and go to bed first! Your mother and I are also ready to go to bed!" After that, he played Yu Qin.
The two returned to their bedroom, and as soon as they closed the door, Yu Qin complained: "I haven't even said a few words to you yet. I told you to come back early next time, and how to sleep! What if I meet an old man?
What to do if you’re a liar! What if it’s a pyramid scheme like those on the internet!”
"You really can think about it! Besides, what time is it!" Fang Guohua glanced at his wife and said, "You can ask your sister-in-law about this tomorrow and ask her to find out if Shi Yi has a teacher named Zhou Tong, and then ask
If you ask Liu Hongshuo and Liu Yuchan about the location of their studio, you will know if the old man who teaches his son is a liar!"
Yu Qin thought about it and then said: "That's the truth!" Thinking of this, she wanted to touch the phone.
"Call my sister-in-law at three o'clock. Aren't you just fooling around? I'll call you tomorrow!" Fang Guohua lifted the quilt on the bed and said while watching his wife's movements.
Fang Yi washed up and returned to his room, feeling a little more interested. His parents were not as happy as he imagined! Logically speaking, he should be a little happy to have an oil painting teacher as his teacher.
I mean, I have found a big experience tree, and it is the top experience tree in the country!
After thinking for a while, Fang Yi found an excuse for his parents: I don’t know! They didn’t study painting, so it’s understandable that they didn’t know. After finding an excuse, Fang Yi felt much better and retracted his head.
He got under the quilt and started cooking his own pig's head, that is, sleeping!