The next day Fang Yi went to school and stayed in the art classroom all morning.
Now Fang Yi doesn't feel like staying here like before. Suddenly he feels so bored staying here. Although he is painting with a brush, he always feels like there is a mouse scratching here and there in his butt.
It's like I have an awl and I can't sit still.
Fang Yi knew where his temptation came from! So many boxes in his teacher's studio were to him what cigarettes were to a smoker, and a casino was to a gambler!
"Fang Yi! What do you think of the color of my area painted like this?" Just as Fang Yi was immersed in his own thoughts, a classmate asked.
Standing up from the stool, Fang Yi walked to his easel and took a closer look at this classmate's painting: "The colors are really good, much better than before, and the whole picture looks very rich! Anyway, I like this color.
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"Thank you!" This person was very happy to receive Fang Yi's praise. Now many students in the classroom are moving closer to Fang Yi's painting style. Without Wang Qiluo, an orthodox domestic academic painter, Fang Yi's
His painting style and ideas can be said to be unifying.
As soon as I finished reading this one, the other person on the other side spoke immediately: "Come and take a look at my painting! Master Fang can give me some advice!" After hearing this, Fang Yi walked towards another easel with a smile on his face.
After looking at five or six paintings, I gave these students some suggestions. Fang Yi returned to his easel, picked up his pen but did not continue painting! He had already made up his mind: he would not come here again when painting in the future.
, go directly to your teacher's studio. Not only is your teacher there, but there are also some famous copyists in boxes waiting for you.
After deciding to leave, Fang Yi glanced at the art classroom and the classmates inside. Suddenly, a trace of reluctance surged in his heart. It seemed that the environment here had something more that he could not let go of. He opened his mouth a few times and thought.
I wanted to tell these students that I would never come here again. But when the words reached my mouth, I swallowed them a few times and then returned to my stomach.
Let’s talk about it in the afternoon! Fang Yi looked at the eyes of a classmate looking at him. There was kindness and admiration in his eyes. The fluff that had just risen at the corners of his mouth combined with the smile made Fang Yi feel reluctant to give up.
I had to postpone the news that I wanted to leave until the afternoon.
With the thought of leaving in my mind, I became even more meticulous in asking students to comment on their paintings. Afterwards, I simply put down the pen in my hand and looked at the students' paintings one by one in the art classroom, almost giving in to them.
Suggestions for improvement are given for each painting.
During recess, Fang Yi told Mu Jin that he had something to tell her and asked his little girlfriend to come to the art classroom after school at noon.
A whole morning passed like this. When the school bell rang, the students who stayed in the art classroom left the classroom in twos and threes.
"Master Fang, school is over!" When a classmate saw Fang Yi still sitting in front of his easel, he couldn't help but remind Fang Yi that it was time to go home for dinner.
Fang Yi nodded at this person: "You guys go back first, I'll wait for Mu Jin to leave here!".
"So it's a date with a beautiful lady! No wonder you're not hungry!" the classmate who walked to the door joked, and when he saw two or three other students in the classroom who were grinding away, they immediately said, "Hurry up! Why are you dawdling so hard?
Son, didn’t you hear Master Fang say that he wants to marry a beautiful woman? What do you want to do? Be a light bulb!”
After listening to this person's words, the rest of the people in the classroom immediately couldn't help but speed up their hand movements: "Here it comes! Here it comes! What kind of light bulb are you looking for? Look at the sweetness of this young couple, and then compare it with your own.
The only thing left for Gu Ying is misery."
Fang Yi watched these people go out, and the last person who went out deliberately closed the door. Sitting alone in the art room, Fang Yi turned his head and looked at the empty easels around him. He kept saying to himself: The world is under heaven.
There is no such thing as a banquet that never ends! No matter whether you postpone it for a few hours or a few minutes, you cannot change the fact that you are leaving.
Just when Fang Yi was in a daze, the door of the art room opened. Fang Yi thought it was Mu Jin but when he looked up, it was Teacher Sun.
He quickly stood up from his stool: "Teacher Sun, why are you here now!".
"I forgot to bring the kettle. I will boil two more bottles of water when I go home at noon and bring it over in the afternoon!" Teacher Sun walked directly towards the original blackboard wall of the classroom.
Seeing Teacher Sun picking up the kettle and about to leave, Fang Yi stopped the teacher: "Teacher Sun! I have something to tell you."
"What's going on?" Teacher Sun stopped and turned to face Fang Yi and asked.
"I don't think I will come to the art classroom often in the future. There is a teacher at Stone Art who guides me in painting. His level is very high. I want to go to his place to paint during the day!".
After hearing what Fang Yi said, Teacher Sun put down the kettle in his hand, pulled a bench from the side and sat next to Fang Yi: "I really hope you can stay for a longer time, this can be regarded as a little bit of me."
Selfishly. I hope you can teach them more." Teacher Sun said with a smile on his face: "The things I learned before are a bit too outdated to teach them. Wang Qiluo is not very good at words! You have already learned a lot during this time.
If you have done well enough, then you are also a student and you have no obligation to teach other students! Now other students have made great progress in this period of time! I should be satisfied."
"This time I left, I suddenly felt a little reluctant to leave." Fang Yi looked at Old Man Sun and said.
Teacher Sun smiled: "It's an iron-clad camp with flowing soldiers! Even though this is a school, it's not much different. There are always new students coming in and old students leaving every year! The teacher you see must be of good quality."
Apart from other things, I believe that your eye for painting is good. Now that you have found a teacher and have guidance, you can improve faster!"
When Teacher Sun said this, the two of them turned their attention to the door of the classroom, where Mu Jin's red figure appeared.
Teacher Sun knew that Mu Jin was Fang Yi's girlfriend, so he smiled at Mu Jin and said, "Come in! I'll be done with just a few words."
After listening to Teacher Sun's words, Mu Jin called Teacher Sun and walked directly to Fang Yi's side and stood still.
"You found a teacher at Shiyi, have you changed the school you applied for? Or are you going to Central America?" Teacher Sun thought for a moment and asked.
Fang Yi nodded and said: "I won't go to Central America. When I take the art exam, I will only apply for stone art." Why go to Central America if you have your own teacher? Can you teach yourself more? I'm afraid not!
"Which teacher is it?" Teacher Sun asked again.
"Teacher Liu Hongshuo!"
Teacher Sun was stunned after hearing Fang Yi's words: "Liu Hongshuo, the master of realism in Shiyi?".
"Yes! I now have the key to his studio. I will go to Teacher Liu's studio to paint in the future." Fang Yi nodded and said.
"This is your destiny!" Teacher Sun said happily: "It's a good thing. With his guidance, you will definitely progress faster. Not to mention the standard here, even the cram schools outside are not as good as him."
It's a thousand miles away. Then there will be no problem if you choose stone art,".
Fang Yi listened to Teacher Sun with a smile on his face.
"I didn't expect that my small studio would actually produce a painter." Teacher Sun laughed. After saying a few words to Fang Yi, he stood up from the chair and said to Fang Yi and Mu Jin.
After a while I went back, picked up the kettle at my feet and walked briskly out of the art room.
Seeing Teacher Sun's brisk pace, Fang Yi felt a little less reluctant.
Mu Jin put his hand on Fang Yi's shoulder: "That teacher Liu Hongshuo is really awesome? Why haven't I heard of it?".
After listening to Mu Jin's words, Fang Yi reached out and hugged his little girlfriend's waist and made Mu Jin sit on his lap: "How many domestic painters do you know?".
"Xu Beihong, Liu Haisu, Huang Binhong, Li Keran, Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian and Fu Baoshi! I know these ones," Mu Jin opened his mouth and said.
"You really know a lot!" After hearing this, Fang Yi kissed Mu Jin gently on the cheek and said, "You know more than I do!" Mu Jin was talking about Chinese painting, and China is famous for its oil paintings.
There are really not many of them, and even those who do are not considered Chinese and can only be regarded as Chinese. The most famous one now is the French Mr. Zao Wou-Ki, a world-class painter.
Mu Jin smiled and said: "When I have nothing to do, I will look at the paintings of these masters, so that I can have more common topics with you in the future."
After hearing this, Fang Yi said: "Then you should take a look at the oil paintings. I really don't know much about the Chinese paintings you mentioned!"
Haha! After hearing Fang Yi's words, Mu Jin couldn't help but tease her boyfriend: "As a painter, you don't even know the senior masters. What kind of paintings are you painting? You are just preparing to deceive those who don't know how to paint!"
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"I am painting, not memorizing the names of masters! This is the attitude towards painting just to look at the paintings without being affected by their fame!" Fang Yi said to himself.
Mu Jin didn't know that Fang Yi was talking nonsense, so he stretched out his finger and scratched Fang Yi's face and said, "Are you ashamed of yourself for saying this?".
Fang Yi shook his head: "No! Only by not blindly following trends and not superstitious masters can you achieve your own style of painting!" After speaking, he stretched out his palm forcefully forward: "This is what I do!".
Mu Jin couldn't help but laugh when he looked at Fang Yi. What his little girlfriend didn't know was that although Fang Yi said it casually, he really did it, and he had always done it.
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The chapter in the evening may be a little later. There are some guests at home today, so it should be posted around 7 o'clock.