After getting on the plane, Fang Yi found his seat, took out his sketchbook from his bag, put it on the small table, and then put his travel bag into the suitcase.
I sat down on the chair and started to pick up a pencil and started drawing stroke by stroke in my sketchbook, thinking and deducing what kind of techniques Popile used to achieve that canvas effect.
The old man is withdrawn and doesn't allow others to come to his easel to watch while he is painting. Not to mention the idlers, some of the girls who served as models for him said in newspapers that the line parallel to the easel is the scale.
In the studio, only Popile himself could step over. The old man would immediately get angry if anyone else stepped over.
Fang Yi knew that this was the arrogance of an old guy who wanted to keep his skills mysterious to the world. It was like a report Fang Yi saw that he didn’t know whether it was correct or fabricated. It wrote about a foreigner and spent two
I have spent more than ten years studying how the Egyptians built the pyramids and how they stacked such huge stones together and stacked them so high.
Finally, this man claimed to have discovered the secret of how the Egyptians moved huge stones. To prove that he had really discovered it, this man moved some huge stones several miles, all by himself and a few sticks, without using modern machines at all.
This man lived for the rest of his life without telling the world how he moved it, and he proudly took this secret with him to his grave.
Although I don’t know whether this thing is true or not, this is the mentality of this old guy Bobile now. If you don’t know how I drew it, just think about it. If you can’t figure it out, you are a fool! This is basically what it means.
Most of the time, the so-called skills are separated by a layer of paper. As long as it is pierced, it is nothing special. As far as Fang Yi's current skill level is concerned, he thinks that what is in front of him is that thin layer of paper, even through it.
After passing this layer of paper, Fang Yi could see the light coming from the other side.
"Sir, the plane is taking off soon. Please fasten your seat belt." The flight attendant walked to Fang Yi, bent down slightly and said to Fang Yi with a smile.
Fang Yi raised his hair and smiled politely, put down the pencil in his hand and fastened his seat belt: "Speak Chinese to me, my Chinese is much smoother than English." The flight he chose to return home was a domestic airline, and the flight attendants were naturally all-round.
He is a native of China. He speaks Chinese quite smoothly.
"Okay!" the flight attendant nodded in agreement. Seeing Fang Yi and a group of foreigners coming up chatting and laughing together, the flight attendant thought Fang Yi was Chinese. After working for several years, the flight attendant used to speak English to Fang Yi.
.I think Fang Yi is a banana person. There are many people with Chinese faces who cannot speak Chinese, especially little bananas of Fang Yi’s age.
After fastening his seat belt, Fang Yi continued to draw. As for the impact of the air pressure when the plane took off, it didn't matter to Fang Yi at all.
There were not many people in the entire first-class cabin. The gaps between the seats were already large. Even if it was full, it would not be like seeing a black mass of heads in the ordinary cabin when you stand up. Now if you stand up and take a look, you can only
It feels like two or three kittens.
As soon as the plane stabilized its flight altitude, it became stable. Anders also brought a sleeping blanket and put on a blindfold and started dating the foreigner's daughter. Keshma whispered to Artur next to him.
While chatting, Rude sat at the window and looked outside. His eyes slowly squinted and then suddenly opened, and he began to subconsciously fight against sleepiness.
Fang Yi was naturally focused on playing with the things on hand. After playing with them for a while, he couldn't come up with any clever ideas. He simply raised his head, looked at the flight attendants walking around delivering tea and other things, and started to draw casually in his notebook.
sketch, now
Yi's sketches can't be said to be sketches. They are very delicate and are equivalent to realistic sketches. For ten minutes or so, Fang Yi raised his head from time to time to look at the stewardess who just reminded him to fasten his seat belt, and faithfully recorded it in his sketchbook.
I saw this person's face.
"This is me you drew? It really looks like me." The flight attendant came to Fang Yi's side and added a little juice to the small cup on Fang Yi's table. When she saw herself in the sketchbook, she couldn't help but praise her.
said.
"Thank you!" Fang Yi smiled at the stewardess and reached out to take the drink he wanted.
The flight attendant looked at Fang Yi's sketchbook. In fact, she really wanted to ask the young man for this portrait of herself, but due to various reasons, she did not ask. Before leaving, she took a look at Fang Yi's notebook.
In the past, Fang Yi might have cut out the page with just a raise of his hand and given it to the stewardess generously, but it is impossible to do that now. He and the stewardess did not have that kind of friendship.
Without even raising his hand, a few stacks of bills with heads printed on them came out.
Turning his head, he found that Rude beside him had fallen asleep. He motioned to the little flight attendant to get a blanket and covered his friend. Over there, Anders was also sleeping like a little pig, and Kexi was not sleeping.
There was Anders between Ma and Artur, and it was hard for Fang Yi to go over and chat, so he could only continue to turn his head and look at the other people in the cabin to see if there was anyone with characteristics that could inspire him.
Expressive.
Fang Yi did not see anyone with special characteristics, but Fang Yi did see a familiar person. Of course, Fang Yi knew others, but others may not know who Fang Yi was. A famous domestic movie star named Zhang Jiji. This person
Being famous does not mean that one's film works are good or good. Generally speaking, it means that one can be successful. After one or two films are made,
Today’s boyfriend, tomorrow’s boyfriend, are now entangled with foreigners. Not only do they often appear in domestic media, but that little face in foreign media often appears in the entertainment pages. Domestic netizens jokingly call it
Zhang Jiujiu said that she was dating men from all over the world, and the scandals were one after another and they never stopped.
Zhang Jiji is currently sitting diagonally in front of Fang Yi. Some people in China say that she has character and dares to speak out. But now that Fang Yi looks at this person, the bad impression that she originally had is even worse. This
The international movie star was crossing his legs and crossing his hands and arms. From Fang Yi's point of view, there were a lot of things on the small table.
"Take these away and bring me some fruit." Zhang Jiji opened her red lips slightly, raised her head slightly to look at the stewardess standing next to her, and stretched out her fingers to light the food on the small table.
The flight attendant listened to the instructions and started to put away the things on the table with a smile on her face.
"Don't take this, didn't I just say that?" Zhang Jiji watched the flight attendant take the small box and immediately stopped her and complained.
"I'm sorry!" The flight attendant immediately put down the small box and packed other things.
Fang Yi looked at this movie star and shook his head inwardly. What kind of qualities are these? She is a flight attendant and not your little maid. Even if she is exchanging things, you can't change your tone? But the facial expression of this movie star really makes Fang Yi happy.
I got a little interested. So far, Fang Yi has never met a character like the landlady in old movies in real life. Now that Fang Yi sees it, can you observe it for a while?
Watching with interest the instructing stewardess to pack her things, Fang Yi held his chin with a joking smile on his face and was thinking about the train.
"What's the matter with you?" Zhang Jiji turned around and saw Fang Yi's face. He looked at Fang Yi and asked with a cold look on his face.
How can Fang Yi do this? You are flying first class and I am flying first class. I am not a stewardess at your mercy. He asked in a relaxed tone with a little disdain: "What do you think is wrong with me?".
Before Zhang Jiji could answer, a man sitting next to him turned his head and saw Fang Yi, who seemed to be an assistant or something, and said to Fang Yi, "Do you want an autograph?".
These words immediately stuck in Fang Yi's mind. Fang Yi had never thought about asking for an autograph. Not to mention the current celebrity, even if the extremely popular Pi Chi and his wife stood in front of Fang Yi, Fang Yi would not do it.
If you are interested, ask for an autograph.
Do you want an autograph? This sentence seems like a joke to Fang Yi. Not to mention artists like Fang Yi, even among the general public, there are probably many who don’t bother to ask what movie star wants an autograph. That’s the so-called
Something only fans can do.
"Do you think I'm a movie fan?" Fang Yi asked back.
"Then what's the matter with you? Are you trying to cause trouble?" The man stared at Fang Yi and asked. He thought to himself: Who is this person? I've never seen him. If it were in another place, this assistant would have been here long ago.
I asked Fang Yi. Looking at Fang Yi’s clothes, he might
You might want to push him or punch him twice. How many celebrity assistants beat up fans? But this is a first-class cabin, and the guy who comes here is rich, so he doesn’t just say it and beat him up.
Common people who can be beaten.
Fang Yi was very indifferent to being a fan. He stood at the door for an hour or two, and then was pushed impatiently by his assistant. He was still yelling like this, as if he was numb. In Fang Yi
It seems very incomprehensible. How good would it be for young people to do two more math problems at this time?
Even if you want to worship, from a professional point of view, you are not an entertainment star. Fang Yi can admit that he is a fan. Foreign ones are lying on the ground, at least for a hundred years. Domestic masters
For example, Mr. Shiraishi and others have all done it in the past. Finding a way to worship Zhang Jiji is almost as difficult as asking Sheldon to worship O'Hei in the later The Big Bang Theory.
Fang Yi smiled and said narrowly: "No, I just want to ask you, if you want my autograph? You can still sell it for money after a few hundred years!".
"Psycho!" After hearing Fang Yi's words, the assistant couldn't help but turned his head and didn't want to talk to Fang Yi anymore. Firstly, he didn't understand Fang Yi's background, and secondly, this place was not suitable for causing trouble.
Come. I comforted myself secretly in my heart: If I were to change places, I would definitely let you, this crazy pretty boy, know why Hua Mo is so red!
Seeing that the other person turned away, Fang Yi stopped teasing him and started to draw an image of an arrogant landowner in his sketchbook. After finishing the drawing, Fang Yi felt very satisfied and closed the notebook and lowered his head.
I lifted the back of my chair and put two earplugs into my ears. I closed my eyes and started listening to the music. After a while, I fell asleep. (To be continued...)