Fang Yi, who was painting, didn't know that his image in the eyes of this two-faced girl had changed. If you knew, tell me exactly what you like about me, and I can change it.
The word "like" is a reliable word, but the word "love" is a bit too much. The reason why Oseis felt this way was, on the one hand, Fang Yi's tough attitude that night. On the other hand, during this period, Oseis felt like this.
Seth's two friends, the two monsters that night, were having erotic dreams next to Oseth from time to time, talking about what it would be like to have a boyfriend as tall and handsome as Fang Yi, who was also super profitable.
Good or something like that.
Sometimes good feelings come out of nowhere, just like what happened to Osseus now.
Just as Oseis was fascinated by Fang Yi's painting, the door of the room opened. Oseis turned around and saw Beronica walking into the room carrying his easel.
"I don't need your help," Beronica said to Oseis, who was about to stand up from the sofa.
This sentence woke up Fang Yi, who was immersed in painting. Seeing Oseis still staying at his home, he looked at the watch on his wrist a little strangely: "Why have you stayed here for so long?
?". Seeing that almost two hours had passed, Fang Yi found it strange that Oseis had stayed quietly in his home for so long.
"Why can't I stay here? You didn't forbid me to stay here." After hearing Fang Yi's words, Oseis was a little angry. Why did I stay here for so long?
Fang Yi didn't bother to talk to her. He thought Oses had this temper and asked Bellonica directly: "My dear, what should we have for lunch?".
"Ossei, do you want to stay and eat together? Yi is cooking today." Beronica fisted her hand, extended her thumb and tapped Fang Yi: "Authentic Chinese food!".
Osseus opened his mouth and said: "I don't like Chinese food, I went to Anders' place." After that, he turned around and walked towards the door of the house.
Looking at Oseis' back, Fang Yi shook his head and said, "I don't want a daughter every time I see her!".
Peroni smiled and said, "You'd better wash your hands and cook quickly."
"Really want to eat Chinese food? Let's just go to Anders' place and have a meal together." Fang Yi opened his mouth and said. When it came to cooking, Fang Yi didn't want to cook today.
Beronica said: "Just do it a little bit, and we'll have a good chat when we get there!".
Fang Yi thought about it in his mind. The time spent in the past noon was really not as good as cooking by himself. Thinking of this, he nodded and went into the kitchen to wash his hands. He opened the refrigerator to see what was available to eat.
Prepare to do it yourself.
After lunch, Beronica washed the dishes, and of course the couple began to paint separately.
Such days have been going on for almost a month. Now, whenever Benjamin appears in the small village, Oseis always follows him, like Benjamin's little tail, and comes to Fang Yi whenever he has free time.
Go around twice.
However, what Fang Yi is now concerned about is not Osseus, but Zou Heming, who is far away in the United States. After returning to Paris for half a month, the gallery manager called him from time to time to ask how the preparation of Fang Yi's works was going.
I already have an idea, I'm stretching the cloth, and I've started painting. This is a reply that Fang Yi often uses for almost a month. Of course, Fang Yi has already started his own works, but the progress is not as good as expected. Most of them
All the time was spent on that Rembrandt work, and the speed of my own work was certainly affected.
Another month passed. Zou Heming, who was far away in the United States, couldn't bear it anymore and finally ran over from New York. He wanted to see how far his money tree work had come, and the Metropolitan Museum of Art was waiting to see it.
You have money, why don’t you rush people? Although the works of people like Keshma are much slower, they are already thinking about conceiving the second one at this time. The largest tree is still being painted in the first one, and
I haven't finished half of the painting yet, what's wrong with that!
After getting off the plane, Zou Heming rushed directly to the small village, and the taxi stopped directly at the door of Fang Yi's cabin.
Even when he saw Zou Heming entering the room, Fang Yi did not turn to his own work, but continued to paint Rembrandt's work. The part he painted now is the surviving painting "The Rebellion of the Batavians"
.
The canvas is filled with golden light, reflecting a group of rough and violent faces. The broad sword called Hell in Sphyris's hand is resting on several swords. More than half of the painting has been completed.
, the whole effect is already ready to come out.
Zou Heming stood in front of the canvas and stared at it carefully, completely forgetting that he was here to urge his own cash cow, and diverted his energy from Rembrandt's works to his own works that could really make money. As
As a gallery owner, Zou Heming's own taste is not low. Anyone with too little taste in this field would have lost his pants long ago. How could he have lasted for so long like Zou Heming.
Seeing Fang Yi stop the brush in his hand and turn his head, Zou Heming couldn't help but ask: "Didn't you say that you have already painted part of it? Where is the finished part?".
Fang Yi pointed to the canvas in front of him: "In the back!".
"It's not convenient to move, but if you can help me, you can still see it." Fang Yi jumped down from the chair.
The two of them worked together to lift up the frame of the picture they were painting, revealing a partial picture stacked underneath. After looking at it for a few minutes, Zou Heming asked: "Will the whole feel a little inconsistent?" Looking at this piece
Looking at the gray-toned scene, Zou Heming asked Fang Yi.
Fang Yi said with certainty: "No, this thing is the top one. It's normal for the color to be a little dark. After all, for such a large painting, it is necessary to ensure that the characters in the picture become the center of the first sight!".
Helping Fang Yi to push the canvas back together, Zou Heming asked Fang Yi: "Are you going to paint this painting for fun, or are you going to sell it?".
"I'm thinking of selling it. Of course, if I can't sell it, I can only keep it for myself like Rembrandt." Fang Yi said jokingly: "I don't even need to cut it off, it's already like this now."
".
"After you finish painting, you must be the first to let me see the final effect," Zou Heming said solemnly to Fang Yi.
Fang Yi looked at Zou Heming and said, "This matter is not a good thing. After all, it will cause a lot of controversy and may cause great pressure."
Zou Heming thought for a while and said: "Our gallery is responsible for selling the works you painted. This is what is written in the contract! Leave the rest to me, you just need to complete this work!".
"Do you have a way to avoid the argument?" Fang Yi couldn't help but ask after hearing Zou Heming's words.
"No, but people always come up with solutions. Sometimes there is a debate, even if there is huge opposition, it may turn into a favorable voice." Zou Heming thought for a moment and said.
"That's up to you." Fang Yi was naturally more relaxed when he heard that Zou Heming wanted to include this painting in the gallery's sales. As soon as this work came out, Fang Yi naturally knew that he would face cynicism from many people, but Fang Yi didn't
Why care.
Zou Heming nodded after hearing Fang Yi's words and asked again: "Let me take a look at your painting. The Metropolitan Museum is a little impatient to wait."
"Is there anyone eagerly waiting to spend money?" Fang Yi smiled and brought Zou Heming to his easel and opened the curtain above.
There is a stream in the center of the canvas. The water flow is very calm. Only on both sides of the stream, some stones exposed on the water surface stir up arcs of water. Only then do we realize that the water is flowing. On the bed of the stream lies five-color flowers.
The stones are like streaks of color, flowing softly and gracefully beside the stream.
The grass on the bank is not pure green. The edges of the leaves reflect the sunlight and turn into a warm light golden color. The grass stems are also blended in a variety of colors, with a bright sense of vitality. Although it is still visible through the entire picture.
Half of it is not finished, but the finished part can already see the standard of the work.
Zou Heming is very satisfied. Judging from the finished part, Fang Yi has at least maintained his previous level. Once such a work is completed, it will be no problem to hand it over to the Metropolitan Museum: "I can feel relieved after seeing the work.
!".
"Did you come here this time just to take a look at my unfinished work?" Fang Yi smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The standard of my work will definitely be maintained at a certain level. Even if it is a work that falls far short of the standard, I will
It’s not okay to take it out!”.
Zou Heming said repeatedly: "I know, there are other things, mainly two, one is to see how your work is completed, and the other is to take back the works completed by Keshima and the other to the Metropolitan Museum.
Collected together."
"So rich?" Fang Yi blurted out this sentence, but before Zou Heming could answer, he smiled awkwardly and said to himself: "I forgot it was the Metropolitan Museum." The financial sponsor of this museum
Who is not a wealthy person? This little money is just a small amount of money to them.
"One more thing about you, the Museum of Modern Art also wants one of your works, but they have specified the subject matter," Zou Heming said.
"Not interested!" As soon as Fang Yi heard that someone had designated a theme for his painting, he immediately lost all interest. He had been taking exams for more than ten years, and just now when he didn't have to take the exam, another thing that wanted to give him a proposition popped up. Fang Yi
How can Yi accept it?
Zou Heming said quickly: "Their bid is very good, 1.9 million, and this is still their quotation, and you don't listen to the subject matter?".
"Even if they offer four million, I'm not interested." Fang Yi opened his mouth and said, "I don't like what people ask me to paint, so I will paint whatever I want." After saying that, Fang Yi nodded to himself.
Head: "Only my head can control my canvas, not others!".
"Then I understand." Zou Heming didn't try to persuade him any more, but after thinking for a while he asked, "What if someone asks you to paint a portrait?".
"That's okay, but whatever I draw will be what it is. As long as I am satisfied, he must pay. I don't care if he is satisfied or not." Fang Yi thought for a moment and said.
After hearing this, Zou Heming sighed, feeling that this request was a bit difficult. It was a typical forced sale, but these were trivial matters. (To be continued...)