Fang Yi's sleep was only about four hours. When he was waiting to open his eyes again, he asked the stewardess and found out that the aircraft had been off for nearly half of the time and it would still be floating in the sky for several hours.
Turning his head, Fang Yi looked around and found that most of the people in the cabin had put down their chairs, covered themselves with things and were sleeping soundly, including his four friends. And Rude was snoring.
He also wheezed out a sense of rhythm. Fang Yi couldn't help but let out a sigh: Sometimes being able to sleep for a long time is also a kind of happiness.
Fang Yi asked the stewardess to bring him something to drink. Fang Yi drank while doing his own work. After thinking about it, he still had no clue, so he simply put the matter aside and started chatting with the stewardess.
Most of the passengers were probably asleep, and the stewardesses were also bored. The two stewardesses stood next to Fang Yi and talked quietly with Fang Yi. They were happy to chat with such a polite and handsome guy like Fang Yi.
Things, at least, can pass the time.
"Are you the painter Fang Yi?" After chatting for more than half an hour, one of the flight attendants finally made the connection in her mind between the young man who introduced herself as Fang Yi and Fang Yi, the most famous Chinese artist in France.
These stewardesses are flying to France, and they still need to know a little bit about some things. Some time ago, the Chinese artist Comrade Fang Yi was making quite loud noises. He imitated paintings and appraised them at other times. The noise was quite big, and the mainstream French media covered it.
It was reported. However, the flight attendant did not have much interest in art. She recognized Zhang Jiji as soon as she came up. But it is understandable that she did not recognize Fang Yi, an open-minded artist. The industry she is in is different!
Fang Yi said: "If there is not another artist named Fang Yi, then you may be talking about me."
"It's not like that." Another stewardess listened to a brief introduction from her colleague. She looked back and forth at the great artist in front of her, shook her head and said, "I think an artist as famous as you is more than forty or fifty."
You are in your early years, but you look like you are about 20 years old!".
What he said was a bit flattering, but it was not flattery, but the flight attendant knew how to talk, and she praised Fang Yi for being young and promising in a different way. If nothing had happened, the words that came out of her mouth would be like the old Bobil
It looks like something, and one sentence can carry someone ten miles away. Which airline dares to hire such a stewardess?
Fang Yi smiled and said: "I look obviously younger, younger than my actual age."
"How old are you?" the flight attendant who didn't recognize Fang Yi asked immediately.
"You can't say this," Fang Yi said jokingly. He was really only in his twenties: "Men of my age are afraid of others asking how old they are!".
The two flight attendants laughed softly and chatted with Fang Yi for a while. They felt that Fang Yi had no airs and was too gentle compared to Zhang Jiji. They were both being bossed around by Zhang Jiji.
The flight attendant couldn't help but think to herself: Other artists have a better temper than you, and you are still a star!
"Can you sign your name for us? Or take a photo with your friends." Of course the flight attendants knew now. The people on the plane with Fang Yi were other members of the Linearist School. They naturally made this request.
Fang Yi thought for a moment and said, "I'll tell them when they wake up. There shouldn't be any problem."
I agreed to the flight attendant's request, chatted for a while, and then the two flight attendants began to leave. Their job was to take care of the passengers, not to chat with Fang Yi. However, two more flight attendants came quickly, and they were probably the ones just now.
Two of them told their colleagues who Fang Yi was and what he was famous for. The remaining two also came over to chat with the handsome linearist art guy.
Waiting for Keshima and the others to wake up. Fang Yi told the stewardesses why they asked for a photo. All four of Keshima thought it was new. There was a flight attendant on the plane who wanted to take a photo with him, so he naturally agreed.
Come down.
As soon as the plane landed and stopped at Pearl Airport, Fang Yi and the other five naturally lagged behind and had to take photos with the flight attendants. Waiting for other passengers to get off the plane, Fang Yi and the others hugged the flight attendants one by one.
After taking a group photo, the five of them struggled for about ten minutes before getting off the plane with a salute.
Naturally, when flying from abroad to China, you have to go through inspection again, which is regarded as entry. As for the East and West Yijiren, naturally they didn't bring anything with them. They are not coming back from traveling in France, so the salutes of these people are simple compared with others.
When passing the customs, Fang Yi and others met Zhang Jiji and his group again. Since they were wearing so many headbands, they naturally fell behind. Waiting for Fang Yi and the others to finish fiddling with them, Zhang Jiji and his group hadn't finished yet.
As soon as Fang Yi passed the customs and exited a door, he saw a group of people standing not far away. This place had not yet reached the final passage out of the airport. Two of them were carrying banners, and it was bilingual in Chinese and English: Warmly
Welcome the five outstanding figures of linearism to give lectures in China.
Not only Fang Yi saw it, but the four Keshima people also saw the banner held in their hands. It was obvious that the Keshima group took advantage of the name of the Five Heroes of Linearism, and their faces were filled with tears.
Smile. This title is very satisfying to the hearts of the four foreign artists. They can't understand Chinese but can't they understand the English above? Of course they understand it clearly and are confused!
Fang Yi, the only one among the five who had some sense of shame, felt a little embarrassed because the names of these heroes were a bit too big. I had heard of the Three Masters of the Renaissance and the Three Masters of Post-Impressionism before.
, I didn’t expect that the word “Jie” would stick to my head at the airport as soon as I returned to China. Now Fang Yi feels that his influence is not worthy of the word “Jie”. How can the newly emerging painting schools compare with the two groups mentioned above?
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After walking a few steps, Fang Yi said to the people holding the banner: "Hurry up and put it away. You won't be afraid of being laughed at if you hold it here."
Those who happily held the banner were Zheng Xiaopeng and Chen Shenglin, plus Zhu Zheng and Zhao Jie.
Except for three strangers in this group of people who came to pick up the plane, Fang Yi knew all of them. Not only these four people, but also Lu Qikun, Lang Yanguang, Zhou Tong, Wei Jin, Tao Yong, Wang Hongqi and Pang Xiaoyong. It can be said that except for those who are far away in Canada,
Qu Gu, who lives a small life, and all his painting friends are here.
Tao Yong watched Fang Yi coming over, and without waiting for his friend to finish speaking, he stretched out his arms and hugged Fang Yi: "Good guy, now I'm really back home in glory."
He patted Tao Yong on the back and said, "I don't know whether I am dressed in fine clothes or not, but I am back." Feeling the strength from his old friend's arm and enjoying the deep friendship, Fang Yi
He also hugged Tao Yong tightly and patted Tao Yong twice on the back.
"Get out of the way." Wei Jin pulled Tao Yong and Fang Yi into a hug. After hugging their friends one by one, Fang Yi introduced his linearist friends to his domestic friends. The first person who came up was
The cheerful Anders, seeing Fang Yi being so enthusiastic, hugged each one of them, especially when it was Zhao Jie's turn, he was stunned to hug him for a while longer.
After the introduction, three strangers came closer. Two of them were in their forties and slightly bald. They introduced where they were from. Fang Yi knew as soon as he heard that they were from his alma mater.
1. A director of the high school, with the deputy director next to him, came to pick him up to make himself look more serious. He invited Fang Yi to his alma mater to give a few words to the students and give a report.
, famous alumni! These things are simply indispensable.
Fang Yi naturally agreed. The remaining woman in her thirties was the translator arranged by Shi Yi for Keshima and the others. After introducing this comrade, she immediately went to work and translated Fang Yi's conversation.
He translated it for Keshima and several people.
At this time, Zhou Tong watched Fang Yi finish chatting with others, coughed twice and said in English: "Welcome the five masters of linearism to give lectures on stone art. On behalf of stone art, I would like to extend a warm welcome to you!".
Logically speaking, there should be warm applause after saying these words, but now everyone here is happy to reunite with old friends, and no one is interested in joining in the fun. Only Zhou Tong took a few photos of himself.
"We haven't seen each other for more than a year. Why do you still speak in an official tone? Are you still thinking about joining the Politburo?" Fang Yi looked at Zhou Tong's cheerful lecture.
At this time, Zhu Zheng was about to roll up the banner and said: "Now he is no longer Teacher Zhou. He will be called Director Zhou or Professor Zhou instead."
After hearing this, Fang Yi knew that Zhou Tong had been promoted and said: "Congratulations! No wonder you can represent Shi Yi, it turns out that you are already the director."
Zhou Tong glanced at Fang Yi: "What's wrong? Even if I'm not the director, do you still want Teacher Liu Yuchan, Teacher Liu Hongshuo and the dean to come to Pearl to pick you up?"
"Don't dare, I'll be satisfied if you, the director, come to pick me up." Fang Yi quickly raised his hand and said. Just kidding! Let his teacher and Liu Yuchan, an old man who is considered a half-master in any case, run hundreds of miles to pick him up.
As a junior like me, what does that mean?
Tao Yong saw Zhu Zheng preparing to collect the banner and immediately said jokingly: "Hey, don't be in a hurry to collect it. No matter what, we must let Fang Yi know that we have put a lot of thought into it." After that, he pointed at the banner and looked at Fang Yi and said: "Fang Yi
"Yi, look at the work of this painting. The words I wrote myself were not written on paper, but were all embroidered on it, and it was on the front and back. Look at what we did is quite interesting."
After hearing what Tao Yong said, Fang Yicai took a closer look at the banner. It was indeed what Tao Yong said. The words were all embroidered with yellow thread. He could only look at this somewhat embarrassing banner and nodded repeatedly and said: "Interesting! Interesting!
But why waste all this effort? What a great discount! This price can be exchanged for several pots of pickled fish."
Fang Yi and his friends chatted enthusiastically, and the translator also translated these words to Keshima and others. Looking at Fang Yi's face and the ease in his words, Keshima and others could naturally feel it.
The friendship between Fang Yi and these people.
Just as they were chatting, Zhang Jiji and his party came out of the passage. They saw Fang Yi and others standing not far away chatting. They couldn't help but be a little surprised. The airport pick-up was all done at this place? What was that person thinking in his mind?
Wait, let's give Fang Yi an assistant in another place. Why are flowers so popular? Now I don't want Fang Yi to bloom any flowers. Even if there is a conflict, just like this, pick him up at this place. Who will bloom?
I still can’t tell for sure about this flower. (To be continued...)