After eating, everyone sat at the table. Zhang Xu naturally prepared some small fruits. While everyone was eating, they discussed which attractions to visit tomorrow.
"Let's go to a place with more natural scenery. There are too many people where we went today," Rude said while eating a small piece of watermelon.
Fang Yi said with a smile: "This is a city, how can there be any natural scenery? If you want to go to a place like this, you have to run a long way!" If you want to see a place with natural scenery, you will run away. Even if it is
Once you get to this place, it is also a tourist attraction. Once something becomes a tourist attraction, of course there are only people there. Just relying on the lack of people can kill most of the tourist attractions in China now.
"How about going to the memorial hall?" Zhu Zheng suggested.
When the translator conveyed Zhu Zheng's proposal to Keshima and others, Keshima asked: "What kind of memorial hall?"
Zhu Zheng didn't need to explain this, the translator knew it. He told the four people in Keshima that this was a memorial hall in Shicheng. After hearing this, the four people in Kxima couldn't help but be a little surprised, because the four people didn't know anything about it.
This museum.
This may be understandable. The Keshima Four were Europeans who knew about the massacre of the Jews. However, European textbooks generally do not mention the massacre in China.
Fang Yi was a little unhappy when he heard about going to this place. It's not that Fang Yi is not patriotic, but that since he was a child, he has gone there many times just for school organizations to carry out patriotic education. It's just that every time he goes
, I felt bad. Gradually, I became a little intimidated by going to this memorial hall. Guan Jian felt heartbroken when he looked at those things.
Regarding this place, Fang Yi is accustomed to selective forgetting. It's not that Fang Yi doesn't remember it. Fang Yi not only remembers it but also remembers it very firmly. In fact, Fang Yi not only remembers it, but also remembers it deeply. This is why Fang Yi always remembers this place.
The reason why I don’t like little devils.
The four Anders were very interested, and they all nodded and agreed to go to the memorial hall to take a look tomorrow.
When the friends said this, Fang Yi had no choice but to risk his life to accompany Junzi.
After a group of people had eaten, they went to visit the night view of Shicheng together. At midnight, they found a small stall for a late-night snack. Then they sent Keshima and the others back to the hotel.
Needless to say, we went to visit the memorial hall early the next morning. Fang Yi rarely spoke during the whole process. He just stayed with Rude and Anders' friends and listened quietly to the commentator's explanation.
A photo, the origin of each object.
After reading these things and walking out of the memorial hall, Artur said softly: "It's unimaginable! Such cruelty is simply appalling!".
Rude nodded and said: "I used to think that the Nazis were as anti-human as they could be. Who knew there was something more shocking to me? It made me extremely uncomfortable."
Fang Yi looked at his friends and said: "The Nazis can barely be considered human beings, and the Japanese are not human beings at all. They are just a bunch of beasts in clothes. It is still like this. Nothing has changed. Compared with these, the Nazis are
The gas chamber was as warm as a mother's embrace. The key point is that the Germans have admitted their mistake, but the Japanese have no idea what a mistake is."
"It's so unjust," Keshima said, nodding as he walked: "Many of them are just children and pregnant women. Japan's militaristic atrocities are outrageous."
"Military?" Fang Yi looked at Keshima and sneered softly: "Is there anyone in Japan who is not a militarist?" Looking at old photos from the past, the Japanese lined the streets to see off the army's so-called expedition to China, waving all over the street.
During the Lunar Flag, what kind of people were there? They were all militarists. Fang Yi did not believe the propaganda that militarism had kidnapped the Japanese people. Fang Yi believed that all Japanese were war criminals and murderers.
"Hey" Anders also sighed: "I heard that you and South Korea have been protesting."
"If protest is useful, why do we need the army? What do we need the soldiers for?" Fang Yi said disdainfully. Fang Yi was tired of such useless protests and didn't even care about them.
After listening to Fang Yi's words, Keshima and Anders couldn't help but turn to look at Fang Yi and said: "You are quite radical on this matter." This was the first time for them to see their friends.
His unabashed disgust was completely opposite to Fang Yi's usually peaceful personality.
Fang Yi raised his eyebrows slightly: "I don't know about others, but I don't like that country, and there is no reason why I like it."
Several people walked out of the memorial hall while chatting.
Wei Jin said: "In the afternoon, let's go to a farmhouse on the outskirts of the city. You can go boating and fishing there, and the fish you catch can be sent directly to the kitchen."
Anders said: "Forget it, let's go to Fang Yi's studio in the afternoon. We are interested in Chinese art. I heard from Yi that the people living there are all artists, and there are also many Chinese painters. Of course
"You too. We want to take a look and understand." As an artist, sensibility is indispensable. Fang Yi is like this, and Anders is naturally like this. Who would be interested after looking at bloody things all morning?
What kind of farmhouse are you going to play?
Artur nodded and agreed after hearing this: "Indeed, there is nothing interesting about the scenery. Everyone should do something that interests them."
Fang Yi looked at Keshima and Rude, and then nodded his head slightly when he saw them, and said: "Then let's set off. In the afternoon, people called out to see who was there. Let's see if they can
You can’t open a salon or anything like that.”
When they heard that there was a salon, Keshima and the others of course nodded their heads and kept saying yes.
Now that this matter was decided, everyone started the car and drove towards Fang Yi's studio as soon as they arrived at the door.
Entering the small courtyard of Fang Yi's studio, Keshima praised Fang Yi's studio as soon as he got out of the car. He thought Fang Yi's studio was pretty good. If he had been placed in the front, when these people were not yet famous, Keshima might have been envious.
After a while, but now, everyone has a lot of money, and they have been to Anders's luxurious home, and the small appearance of Fang Yi's studio can only be considered good, so maybe it is a little higher.
Fang Yi took his friends to visit first, and then came to the studio. As soon as they arrived at the studio, Keshima and the others couldn't help but itchy hands. How could Fang Yi lack painting things here, even though he didn't have a good watch?
There are canvases and oil painting boards, right? I just got a board for each of several people and put it on the easel.
What to do if there is no model? He pushed the female translator out directly and let the translator sit on the edge of the stage. Anyway, Keshima and the others did not want to communicate with anyone while they were painting.
Fang Yi also took out a piece of sketch paper, clamped it on the drawing board and started sketching. As for the contact person, he naturally left it to Wei Jin.
Wei Jin took the job and went to the yard to make a phone call. The five linearists stayed in the studio and painted. How many chances were there to watch them? Naturally, he had to notify all his friends. This call was made.
As you can imagine, those who went out stopped shopping and just drove back.
"What? They are not shopping today, they are painting in the studio?" Tao Yong, who was shopping arm in arm with his girlfriend, immediately became dissatisfied when he heard this: "Why didn't you tell me this earlier? You wasted another hour.
time!".
"I told you earlier. I don't know how to tell you. Anyway, you should come back soon. It's just started here. Fang Yi is also painting. Okay, I won't tell you anymore. I'll inform you later.
"Others" Wei Jin said to his friend, then hung up the phone and turned to dial Lu Qikun's number.
Within an hour, cars were parked at the entrance of Fang Yi's courtyard and on the road. There seemed to be more people in the courtyard all of a sudden. There were not only Fang Yi's friends, but also friends of people like Tao Yong.
More than 20 people stood in Fang Yi's studio, watching the five members of the Linearists painting.
At this time, the five of them were painting. Naturally, they could not draw as leisurely as in the small village. Now they were painting a sketch quickly, or like a writer writing an essay. The five of them looked up from time to time.
The female translator sitting on the edge of the model table then immersed herself in her work. As for a group of people standing behind her, they didn't notice it at all.
The group of people behind them were painters themselves. They kept quiet when they arrived at the studio. What others would say was that they were all focused on looking at the pictures of the five members of Linearism. They had no time to talk to the people next to them. These five
The painting was done so fast, there was almost no hesitation in the brush in my hand, it was like the brush was just moving around the picture. If you don't pay attention, you would miss it.
For three hours, Anders and others put down their paintbrushes one after another, and each piece of work was born. Fang Yi was neither too fast nor too slow. Among the five of them, he happened to be third from first to last, but Fang Yi was a painter.
The sketch took Fang Yi three hours to draw at his current speed. This work is quite realistic, and to ordinary people's eyes it is close to photo-realistic.
However, everyone present understood that Fang Yi was not looking for photo-quality effects, but for a style that was so delicate that viewers would be amazed. Every line was divided into shades, and a large part of the lines were not ordinary.
The cross of the sketch is instead soft along the body like a girl's long straight hair. The flexible lines form this master-level sketch, just like the female human body sketch in Angel's painting, and now it is even better.
.
The master-level Fang Yi has reached the pinnacle of sketching. For Fang Yi, it is not the light and dark surfaces that make up the shape of his paintings, but the lines themselves. Just take one line from Fang Yi's sketch, and the entire line will start from the beginning.
The brush strokes themselves have different thicknesses and different shades of light and dark relationships. Naturally, they should not form intersections to interpret the light and dark of the picture.
The works of the four people in Keshima also show a level consistent with the masters who founded their own school. The provinces and provinces should focus on the key points. Some onlookers think that the details should be detailed, but there are only a few strokes, which makes people confused.
At first I couldn't understand why I painted it this way, but after it was completed, everyone saw the overall harmony and unity on the canvases of several people.