Fang Yi didn't even look at Rude and continued to wipe his floor: "How do I know where the rest is? If I had known, I would have run over and spent some money to take it for myself. Why are you guessing!
". If he had known where the rest were squatting, Fang Yi would have run away in a hurry based on Fang Yi's character. Why did he need Rude to remind him afterward?
"Is this what you guessed?" Rude was a little disappointed after hearing this. He looked at Fang Yi's unfinished canvas and sighed: "Man, you really did a thankless job. With this
You might as well paint more of your paintings when you have time. Why bother with this thing? Even if you finish the painting, you will definitely receive countless cynicism! If you take this thing out to see people."
Keshima nodded after hearing this: "Yes, such things are really not popular among people."
No matter how complete a work is, it was not painted by Rembrandt. There is really no point in doing this. Just like the famous Venus de Milo, this sculpture originally had arms, but it only lasted forever.
I don’t know where the rest went. When they appeared, there were two missing.
The shape of the arms. Because it turns out that there are hands, countless artists thought of adding arms, various postures and countless gestures, and they were added. But no one was able to solve it, because everyone wanted to add them.
I feel awkward, it would be more beautiful to just cut it off like a disabled person.
"I just think of it as stimulating my pituitary gland. The excitement when I draw this thing makes me so happy." Fang Yi opened his mouth to explain. Originally, Fang Yi just thought it would be more interesting to fill in the remaining parts, but
In this painting, the whole person looks like he has eaten something.
Yes, every pore in my body seemed to be stretched. It was like taking a spin in the sun on a dog day, and then pouring a bottle of ice water into my stomach. The instant feeling of relief flowed through me like an electric current.
All over his body, Fang Yi couldn't let go of this feeling.
Rude said: "I understand, you look like you have smoked contraband, but your dancing is a little bit bad. Anders, show me your dancing."
As soon as he finished speaking, Anders pressed Keshima next to him, held the back of his head with one hand and twisted his waist back and forth. Before he could twist twice, Keshima pushed him away. He smiled and said: "It's all right."
You learned this just by running to Paris?"
It was obvious that this kid was imitating the hot dance performed by nightclub dancers holding a pipe.
"Okay friends, let's go to dinner quickly. The time now is already delaying others from getting home." Keshima pointed to the watch on his hand and said to Fang Yi and others who were laughing.
When we were having dinner together, which one of Rudekshma and the others seemed to be able to cook? It was originally cooked by a peasant woman in the village, but the taste was really beyond comparison. Now that their incomes are high, their mouths will follow suit.
Being picky, I hired a skilled chef from Paris. This chef came twice a day to cook lunch and dinner for several people. Of course, all the ingredients were prepared and brought over.
The five of them sat back on the table, and Keshima said sorry to the master and told him to go home, and then the five started to move.
"Give me another glass." Fang Yi first drank the red wine on hand in one breath. Not only was his muscle sore after standing for so long, but he was also a little thirsty. He watched Artur pour wine into his glass and poured a small amount of it.
I wanted to stop and immediately signaled Artur to pour more.
"Take the bottle as well." Artur directly handed the bottle to Fang Yi.
He took the bottle and filled it up. The whole bottle of red wine was almost empty. Fang Yi drank half of it. Then he picked up the fork at hand and looked at the food on his plate: "
Why is it a snail again?"
"If you don't want to eat it, give it to me. This is beef and I haven't touched it yet." Rude pointed to the two pieces of fried beef on his plate and said.
When Fang Yi saw that the beef was okay, at least now it seemed to be more appetizing than his own snails, he exchanged food with Rude and started eating.
"Yi, when are you going to start your new work?" Artur took a sip from the wine in his hand and asked Fang Yi, who was biting beef.
They were all friends, and they didn't care about everyone's eating habits. Fang Yi cut the beef as wide as two fingers together, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it hard, while Rude over there was slurping his drink.
With soup.
"I haven't decided what to draw yet. I'll have some inspiration in two days. Why didn't I see Ilia today?" During the time he came back, Fang Yi was busy arranging Rembrandt's paintings. There was no spare time.
Think about your next creation.
Keshma said: "Don't avoid the topic. It's been almost a week and a half, and you haven't started on your own work yet. Are you really planning to paint three paintings a year?"
"At least I won't necessarily produce as many works this year as I did last year. I'm going to calm down and paint a few works with peace of mind. As for how many works I can paint," Fang Yi said and pointed with the fork in his hand.
One day, it means that only God will know.
Rude listened to what Fang Yi said and nodded: "We have become famous so quickly. Others have piles of works, and the exhibition halls are full of them when they hold solo exhibitions. The five of us hold a painting exhibition, and every piece of work is
There is still so much time! But Yi is right. We were in a hurry last year, rushing to the Biennale and opening the art exhibition. This year I am also going to take it easy and wait for the weather to go to a beach when the weather gets hot.
It’s fake or something, take a rest.”
Anders opened his mouth at this time and said: "I don't need to take a vacation. Now I have put it on the agenda to buy a house in the center of Paris, and I am going to buy a better house." With more than three million US dollars in hand, such a sum of money
Mr. Anders is now choosing a house in Paris.
"What about you, what are your plans?" Fang Yi looked at Artur and asked.
Artur's answer was simple and brainless: "I don't know where I'm going because Ilia hasn't told me yet."
Asking is in vain, Fang Yi thought in his heart and turned his eyes to Keshima.
Kesima said: "Originally, I planned to go back to Italy to buy a house and settle down, but now it doesn't make sense. I haven't thought about it yet. Maybe I will find a vineyard and buy it."
Several friends were chatting about their future plans while eating like this. Fang Yi naturally didn't need to ask, thinking about how to persuade his girlfriend to move to Los Angeles with him.
After finishing the meal, Fang Yi threw down the tableware and went home directly. As for the washing of dishes, he naturally left it to Artur and Anders. Of course, Keshma and Rude also ran with them. Who
Let these two people live here.
When I got home, I opened the door and saw that Beronica had returned and was now standing in front of her unfinished painting, looking at it.
"You came back very early." Fang Yi walked to his girlfriend's side, hugged Beronica's waist from behind, and put his chin on his girlfriend's shoulder.
Beronica looked at Fang Yi and said: "It's almost half past ten, what's so early? Have you just finished your meal?".
Fang Yi nodded: "Yeah." After speaking, he looked at his watch and found that it was almost half past ten.
"Do you want to continue painting at night?" Beronica asked Fang Yi.
"No more painting, go to bed early today, how about you?".
"I'm going to draw for a while now, you go to bed first." Beronica tilted her head and tapped Fang Yi's face with her lips.
Since his girlfriend decided to paint for a while, Fang Yi took a bath by himself and then got into bed and fell asleep.
Early in the morning the next day, Fang Yi exercised as usual, had breakfast, and then began to paint on the canvas.
Two hours later, Fang Yi, who was standing on the chair, heard a soft voice asking himself: "What are you painting? Why is it so dark?".
Fang Yi turned around and saw Oseis holding the back of the chair where Fang Yi was standing with one hand and the other hanging on his waist.
"How did you get here? Where's Beronica?" Fang Yi looked for his girlfriend with a slight head.
Oseis said: "Of course I came here with my brother. He went to talk to Artur about painting. I heard that you were painting at home and I came over to see you. As for your girlfriend, she brought an easel with her.
The villager is holding a child as a model and is sketching."
Hmm! Fang Yi was a little uncomfortable listening to Oseis's words. In the past, this girl didn't speak so politely to him when no one was around, but now she spoke slowly and softly, which immediately made Fang Yi think there was some conspiracy.
"What kind of tricks do you want to play?" Fang Yi asked directly.
Oseis looked at Fang Yi's alert look and laughed: "What kind of conspiracy can I have? You are relatively young among the people here, so I came over to have a chat with you."
"I can't talk about gothic dress, I can just draw something." After hearing this, Fang Yi turned around and continued to draw quickly on the canvas with his brush. After a few strokes, he was stopped by Osei
The feeling of being interrupted came back, and I forgot that there was someone else next to me. My face was filled with a smile and my every stroke of the pen was flying.
Watching Fang Yi draw, Oseis didn't bother him this time. He sat directly on the sofa in the living room and picked up a magazine. He flipped through it aimlessly while secretly glancing at Fang Yi from time to time. He looked at Fang Yi.
Fang Yi didn't look at himself for more than ten minutes. He simply threw away the magazine he was holding for cover. He bent over and held his chin with both hands, looking at Fang Yi who was painting.
While Fang Yi was painting, he could not take into account that there was a little girl looking at him next to him. Speaking of which, if Fang Yi knew that Oseis was looking at him with a look of admiration, he might be able to directly
Fell off the chair.
Osseus didn't think so. He used to think that Fang Yi was quite impatient with him, but after what happened last time, he felt that Fang Yi really cared about him. Now looking at Fang Yi concentrating on painting, he felt that Fang Yi was very impatient with him.
Even more handsome. After observing carefully for a while, Oseis felt that Fang Yi looked handsome everywhere, especially the dimples at the corners of his mouth when he was smiling, just like his friends said, he was very handsome.