After going home to make up for more than four hours a day, Fang Yi slept until more than nine o'clock for the first time in several years before getting out of bed. After taking a bath, he sat at the dining table in the living room and watched his mother sitting on the table.
Note: If the porridge is cold, heat it up. Don’t worry about the steamed buns and put them in the microwave on medium heat for two or three minutes.
Holding the note in his hand, Fang Yi looked at his mother's handwriting on it and smiled softly. He looked at it for dozens of seconds before putting it on the table. Regardless of whether the rice was cold or hot, he just sucked the porridge and held the bun in one hand.
He opened his mouth wide and started chewing. While chewing, he also fed more than half of the bun skin to the round-headed and flat-headed buns lying on the ground next to him.
After finishing the meal, he took the bowls and pots directly to the kitchen. After being home for so many days, Fang Yi went to the kitchen for the first time and threw away his own bowl. After placing the dishes and chopsticks, Fang Yi went down with his two dogs.
Floor, driving his little Jeep to the studio.
When we arrived at the studio, it was natural to paint. At noon, those who gathered with their friends went to a small restaurant near the village for a meal. Now, both Fang Yi and Wang Hongqi are living like singles.
So I gathered a group of people and went to a small restaurant to have a meal and a meal. As soon as the owner of the small restaurant saw a few people coming, he immediately greeted them with a bright smile.
In the afternoon, Fang Yi continued to think about his painting skills, experimenting one stroke at a time to deduce the technique of the old guy Popile. When the old guy pays too much attention to confidentiality, it is a bit difficult for Fang Yi to do this. After all,
The style is something that has never been seen before, and there is no hint at all, which makes Fang Yi feel a little unable to start.
"Teacher Fang! Teacher Fang!" Just as Fang Yi was frowning, he heard two shouts coming from outside. As soon as he heard these sounds, Fang Yi knew that it was Luo Xiaohu who was here.
He walked to the courtyard door and opened the door bolt: "Come in!".
Luo Xiaohu had just walked in and wanted to chat with Fang Yi. He saw two big dogs approaching him, stretching out their noses and sniffing around.
The round-headed and flat-headed ones are not only big in size now, but also a bit burly in stature. At first glance, they are really a bit scary. Luo Xiaohu's expression immediately became a little nervous, with a face and a tight body.
He stood motionless and sniffed the round and flat heads.
"Go play!" Fang Yi scolded the round-headed and flat-headed dogs. After watching the two dogs leave, he said to Luo Xiaohu: "Don't be afraid, generally speaking, these two things don't like each other very much."
Bite!".
When Luo Xiaohu heard this, he immediately smiled bitterly in his heart: Teacher Fang! You can't say that these two dogs don't bite people? Generally speaking, what do they mean by not biting people? Then what is an unusual situation? Looking at these two big dogs
If a dog bites a person, the person who gets bitten is really unlucky. At least Luo Xiaohu inferred that with the physiques of the two dogs, if ordinary people were to get under the mouths of these two dogs, they would die or lose their skin.
Looking at Luo Xiaohu's expression, Fang Yi said: "I haven't bitten anyone yet, so don't worry!".
This is better! Luo Xiaohu thought to himself.
"Come in!" Fang Yi waved to Luo Xiaohu: "Zhu Zheng and Zhao Jie are in the studio right now. Come on, let me introduce you."
Luo Xiaohu pointed to his car: "I'll get my things first!".
Fang Yi followed Luo Xiaohu's finger and said happily: "Why didn't you drive that car? A Poussin came here instead!" This guy drove a sports car last night and changed to a Poussin today. Now,
I can pair it with my little old Jeep.
How could Luo Xiaohu have the nerve to say that he had borrowed this Poussin and was embarrassed to drive a sports car over here? He could only smile and answer: "I borrowed that car from a friend to drive it."
"How about driving the car into the courtyard?" Fang Yi asked.
"No, no, no!" Luo Xiaohu quickly waved his hands and said, turning around and going to the trunk to get his painting box and drawing board.
Fang Yi took Luo Xiaohu into the studio and introduced Zhao Jie and Zhu Zheng: "This is Zhu Zheng, this is Zhao Jie, and this is the student I taught in the tutoring class before, Luo Xiaohu!".
"Hello, Teacher Zhu. Hello, Teacher Zhao!" Luo Xiaohu bent down and said respectfully to Zhu Zheng and Zhao Jie. Now Luo Xiaohu doesn't look like he was in the police station at all.
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After hearing this, Zhu Zheng immediately said: "If you can't be a teacher, just call us two by our names!" After saying this, he looked at Zhao Jie happily and said: "Here comes a little junior brother!".
Zhao Jie was amused but did not answer.
Fang Yi said: "Take out your work and take a look. Let me see what your level is now!".
When Luo Xiaohu heard this, he immediately took out some of the works he had brought.
When Fang Yi saw that they were all sketches and gouache paintings, he couldn't help but ask: "It's all sketches and gouache paintings. I didn't learn any oil painting or Chinese painting." After asking, he looked at Luo Xiaohu's embarrassed expression and guessed something.
Come on, this kid probably hasn't attended any classes since his teacher passed away. As for getting into college or something like this, he probably looks like a sheepherder in his eyes.
"Then you first look at the works of Zhu Zheng and Zhao Jie, and then if you like oil painting, let them give you some advice first. If you like Chinese painting, I will introduce you to someone." Fang Yi thought for a while and said.
"Oil painting, oil painting!" Luo Xiaohu immediately opened his mouth and said.
"Then let's do this for now!" After hearing what he said, Fang Yi took the canvas for Luo Xiaohu and put it on a nearby empty easel. Opposite it happened to be some still lifes that had been displayed in the past few days, and began to demonstrate to Luo Xiaohu how to get started with oil painting.
Thick painting method. This technique is not too different from gouache painting, and it is also easier for Luo Xiaohu to master.
While talking and demonstrating, after more than half an hour, he handed the brush into Luo Xiaohu's hands and asked him to draw a still life sketch. Fang Yi himself continued to ponder the old technique.
Fang Yi soon discovered that although Luo Xiaohu looked like a tiger with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain, he was very good at getting things done. After finding out about Fang Yi's studio, he would bring tea and water to everyone from time to time.
Yes, I keep my posture very low, as long as I see someone coming in and opening my mouth, I am a teacher or something.
"Teacher Tao, Teacher Wei, you drink tea!".
Not long after Tao Yong and Wei Jin entered the studio, Luo Xiaohu put Lianghuai Tea in their hands.
"Xiaohu is a good comrade!" Tao Yong looked at Luo Xiaohu and opened his mouth to praise. In the past, when he was in Fang Yi's studio, he had to do what he wanted to drink or eat to get it into his mouth. Now Luo Xiaohu
After playing for two days, I immediately felt that my treatment was different. Not only Tao Yong, but other people also felt the same way. Luo Xiaohu immediately won everyone's joy with his Qinliu skills.
It seems that serving tea and pouring water is not a very honorable job, but if you do this, people will have a good impression of you, at least they won't be disgusted. Now, not only Zhu Zheng and Zhao Jie will reach out and point at Luo Xiaohu's oil paintings from time to time.
, even if the arrogant Lu Qikun has time to come to the studio, he will look at Luo Xiaohu's practice and make some suggestions.
Originally, Fang Yi thought that children nowadays were all squeamish, and was afraid that Luo Xiaohu would not be able to get along with his friends easily, but seeing Luo Xiaohu like this, he felt relieved. Even if he left tomorrow, he would just rely on
This shows that Luo Xiaohu can live happily and comfortably among people like Lu Qikun.
No matter who it is, when they see others showing respect for themselves, they feel very happy. Now a group of people look at Luo Xiaohu more because of his diligence and ability to accomplish things. As for Luo Xiaohu’s
Oil painting techniques? Let’s not mention that. Among all Fang Yi’s friends, none of them are several levels higher than Luo Xiaohu.
Fang Yi also took the time to teach Luo Xiaohu how to stretch the canvas and how to make the base material. He taught Luo Xiaohu exactly the same way Liu Hongshuo taught him at that time.
"Xiaohu, there's something wrong with this painting!" Wang Hongqi stretched out his finger and pointed at the reflective area of the vase: "The color is a bit too thin and not rich enough!" As he spoke, Wang Hongqi held a brush and painted on the canvas.
Give a demonstration to Luo Xiaohu.
Fang Yi looked at Luo Xiaohu and Wang Hongqi, who were rubbing their foreheads and looking impressed, with a smile on their lips.
But in his heart, he secretly admired Luo Xiaohu for his ability to do things. At this point, Fang Yi felt that Luo Xiaohu was much better than him. At least Fang Yi himself had no interest in wearing a smile and giving tea and other things to others before and after running.
. Not to mention the current great artists, even the rebirth of the three Renaissance masters, in front of Fang Yi
There would be no such treatment. The pride in Fang Yi's heart prevented him from doing this. Just because he couldn't do it, Fang Yi appreciated the fact that Luo Xiaohu would do something. He also concluded in his heart that this kid might draw it in the future.
It's not that great. If you just rely on this skill to make a living in the painting circle, it's really not a big problem.
At this moment, Fang Yi could not imagine that Luo Xiaohu's life was more bizarre and nourishing than his own. Of course, this was a different matter, a story that Ren Fangyi would not have thought of even if he thought about it.
Now there is only one week left in Fang Yi's stay in China, and he is about to return to Paris. The exchange of stone art is also coming to an end. The days of the five linearist masters giving lectures on stone art have come to an end.
Suddenly the meat show started to take place.
Shi Yi was going to issue honorary certificates to Keshima and the others, and brought Fang Yi along with them to get some false names such as honorary doctorates and visiting professors.
The conference to confer false names on a few people has not yet begun, and the farewell banquet for friends has kicked off. Now there are too many friends. You can invite everyone one by one, and I can invite everyone one by one. It will probably take a month, and it will take a month to finish.
I have been staying in China for two months. This was obviously impossible, and in the end I had to invite a few friends together.
This time, it was Zhang Xu who was the first to sound the clarion call for dinner. He set up two large tables in his restaurant. The dishes came out like water, unlike the high-end restaurants where the amount of dishes on a plate was like feeding a chicken.
Similar to the tradition, they are all served in pots.
After having had enough wine and food, a group of No. 30 people swayed and walked out of the restaurant arm-in-arm. The four Rudekshma people who had lived here for almost a month were also used to the Chinese-style enthusiasm, as if
Now Lu Qikun is walking with his arm around Rude's shoulders, and the two of them are talking from time to time.
Before coming here, even Fang Yi would not have thought of such a situation, let alone Rudekshma and the others!
As soon as I walked out of the door, another unexpected thing happened.