It took a total of two hours. When the shadow of the sun cast through the leaves on the grass was no longer what it looked like, Fang Yi motioned to Catherine to put on his clothes, and the two of them closed the stall and went back.
After sending Catherine away, Fang Yi took his easel and went back to his studio, and began to perfect some places based on memory, so that before dinner, Yi almost never stopped writing.
Fang Yi, who was immersed in his own painting, naturally had no time to think too much about Rude's affair. The Paris tabloid reported this matter to take advantage of Bobiel's current reputation in France, mainly to increase sales.
, the title is: Painting master Henri Beaubier was cheated on. However, the hope of the tabloid quickly turned into disappointment, sales did not increase, and the French people did not care much about this news and basically ignored it.
In this state, Fang Yi almost doesn't care about this.
Just by looking at the headlines in the tabloids, you can get some clues as to Bobil's current status in the art world. Not to mention the woman, not even the cheating Rude managed to get her name into the headline.
As far as this matter is concerned, it has nothing to do with the immorality of cheating, and it has nothing to do with who lets whom cheat. The most important thing is the name Henri Beaubière. To put it bluntly, this lace is about the master Henri Beaubière.
, that’s all.
The French don't care, and it's understandable. This group of people seems to be naturally interested in trying new trends of thought. If the king is incompetent, many European countries will choose to expel them, but the French choose to chop off the heads of the king and queen. This is a good doctrine
It sounds very high-end. The Parisians started the Paris Commune again, and the whole of Paris was distributed according to needs. You can get whatever you want.
Naturally, everyone liked that there was no need to spend money on anything. Soon the people of the Paris Commune discovered a big problem, that is, everyone liked to take it, and no one was willing to produce it. After a short time, the Commune could not continue, and everyone
They had no choice but to break up. Even when there were red guards in the closed country at that time, the French also joined in the fun, and some waved little red notebooks.
In short, in terms of new thinking trends, if the French think that they are second in the world, no country would dare to say that they are better than the French in this aspect. Looking at the modern history of France, there are waves after waves, especially in
Parisians are even more outstanding. Otherwise, why would Paris be the romantic capital of the world?
The people are so dissolute, not to mention France and the artists who live in France. The French are really not worth fussing over such trivial matters as cheating. Of course, Henri Beaubier is not a famous actor. He is an artist.
One of the people involved is also an artist, so what’s all the fuss about?
Squatting in his own home is like living in a semi-closed mountain village. It can be said that Fang Yi is not listening to what is going on outside the window, and he only concentrates on painting. Some things that he has never been exposed to before slowly begin to make Fang Yi understand.
Yi became interested, for example, he wanted to draw animals such as red dates, round heads and flat heads to make them appear more real and agile on his canvas. Fang Yi first wanted to understand the bones and muscles of animals.
The question of dissection has jumped into Fang Yi's mind in the past two days. Of course, the best thing is to start with what is on hand. Then a new question comes, that is, who to dissect? Let alone the round head.
Fang Yi and Bian Tou couldn't bear to part with him, and even Fang Yi couldn't let go of the red dates that seemed to be of no use except eating.
These three can't move, and they don't want to move. Fang Yi plans to find a representative among his own flocks and herds first. To "dedicate oneself" to art, of course, it cannot be said to be a sacrifice. To sacrifice one's life is almost the same as to sacrifice one's life!
Riding a horse around the herd of cattle that were grazing leisurely on his own grassland, Fang Yi took round-headed, flat-headed and red dates and rode them around. There were dozens of cattle in total. Fang Yi quickly selected
The target is a strong and strong bull.
He jumped off the horse and walked to the side of the big cow. Fang Yi looked at it carefully and said: "Not bad, not bad." Just when Fang Yi wanted to look through the cowhide to look at the muscles underneath, Fang Yi
The big cow raised his head and looked at Fang Yi, chewing the grass gently in his mouth, and let out a mooing sound.
As soon as Fang Yi's eyes came into contact with the bull's eyes, and looking at the eyes of his own cow, Fang Yi couldn't help but walked two steps to the cow and gently touched its neck. The cow did not resist and continued to move its mouth leisurely.
, completely unaware that the butcher's knife was coming. The small yellow signs hanging on the two ears, with the instigation of the bull's ears, drew an arc in front of Fang Yi's eyes.
Fang Yi reached out and grabbed a yellow sign. Fang Yi looked at the name written on it in Chinese and English: Fang Yi's Cow, No. 23. He grabbed the sign in his hand and touched the hair on the cow's neck with his other hand.
Fang Yi sighed a little. Not for anything else, but because this is his own thing.
Putting down the yellow sign, Fang Yi gently patted the cow's forehead twice, and decided to sacrifice it with someone else's cow. What's his own is his own, isn't there an old saying: someone else's cow
The children will never die! If it comes to killing and eating meat, Fang Yi thinks it’s okay, because he wants to draw muscles. Now it seems that it is better to let other people sacrifice themselves first. Because when killing his own things and eating meat, Fang Yi himself
There is no need to be there! Now I have to draw a sketch one by one.
This feeling is very complicated and contradictory, but now Fang Yi feels that he can't bear to kill this cow. Even if such an idea flashes through Fang Yi's mind, it is enough to save this cow's life.
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Artists sometimes have some inexplicable little sensibilities in their little brains that cannot be deduced by common sense. Now Fang Yi suddenly decided not to do anything with his own things, and waited for someone nearby to kill someone or something to go see and paint. What a big deal.
Pay some money!
"Anyway, there are a lot of cattle slaughterers here!" Fang Yi sighed and said.
No longer killing the cattle, Fang Yi looked at the leisurely herd of cattle in front of him, and it seemed that they looked different from before.
Just as Fang Yi was looking at his group of 'cute cows', he thought about the cell phone in his pocket. As soon as he took out his cell phone, Fang Yi knew that he had almost forgotten something.
"Have you arrived at the airport?" Fang Yi answered the phone and said to Zheng Yuan on the other end. After much consideration, Zheng Yuan finally chose the California Youth Orchestra. Today, he is officially moving to Los Angeles with a group of people.
As his only friend in Los Angeles, it was his duty to drive to the airport to pick him up and help him move and salute him.
Zheng Yuan said on the other end: "We haven't arrived yet, but I've already boarded the plane and it's about to take off. I'm afraid you forgot to call to inform you, so I'll stop here and shut down the phone before we talk again after we get off the plane."
"Okay! Let's talk about it when we meet." Fang Yi put down the phone in his hand and whistled to Mr. Wen Shun in the distance. Mr. Wen Shun, who was carrying the saddle, immediately ran towards his master with his trot. What does complete training mean?
The horse? It's like Mr. Gentleman, and he ran over following the whistle as soon as he whistled.
Fang Yi got on the horse and trotted towards his house. If it hadn't been for Zheng Yuan's call, Fang Yi would have really forgotten about this matter. Although Yeda informed Fang Yi at noon, Zheng Yuan would
We arrived in Los Angeles, but didn’t I forget this when I got emotional just now?
Don't look at it. It's still two or three hours before Zheng Yuan arrives. However, the traffic jam in Los Angeles is no worse than the domestic capital or the Pearl. As long as you can't run up there within an hour after the traffic jam, you will definitely not be allowed to do so.
The wheels start moving.
After returning home, Fang Yi packed up and put on his clothes before driving out of his house in his Continental. He also brought a bottle of wine under the car as a small gift to Zheng Yuan. He didn't send a painting because
Zheng Yuan's current house is rented, so she should wait until she buys a house to give her works. If someone moves once, give them a piece of work. If Fang Yi has made friends who are greedy for petty gains, then don't move once a month.
Home?
Driving out of the valley, the fresh and natural scenery became farther and farther away from Fang Yi. Gradually, the houses began to become denser and denser, and there were more and more cars on the road. Fang Yi's speed also naturally increased.
Slowly. Soon, Fang Yi encountered something unexpected. He was stuck in a traffic jam on the way to the airport.
Sitting in the car, Fang Yi looked at his watch from time to time with a little anxiety. He had been stuck in traffic for more than half an hour. It would be uncomfortable for anyone to be stuck in traffic like this.
Opening the car door, Fang Yi stepped out and looked at the endless cars in front and back, and let out a sigh of relief.
"Nice car!" Just when Fang Yi was about to get into the car to hide from the blazing sun above his head, a male voice rang out from behind him.
"Thank you!" Fang Yi turned around and saw a young black man in his twenties who looked about the same age as himself rolled down the car window and complimented himself on his European appearance.
Fang Yi, who was a little annoyed in the traffic jam, said politely, but thought in his heart: Don't you talk nonsense? How can a car worth more than 400,000 US dollars not be nice? Even if it is replaced by money and put on the car, it should be nice.
After replying, Fang Yi sat back in his car and waited for another four or five minutes. The black man who was blocking Fang Yi got out of the car and knocked on Fang Yi's window.
Fang Yi rolled down the car window, looked at this person and asked, "What's the matter?"
The dress of this black man can definitely be regarded as the standard American black fashion style. There is a big 9 on the back of the exaggerated big red jersey, and a thick and shiny chain hanging around his neck. It is probably as thick as this and has a round ball on it.
Both of them can't get away from the flat head, and the car also shows this person's taste, Cadillac! Generally speaking, black people in the United States like Cadillacs. And the modified wheels that are so big and shiny that they are blindingly silver show that this person still has some money.
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"Hi, bro! How long do you expect the traffic jam to last?" This person stretched out his hand to Fang Yi: "JA".
"Yi!" Fang Yi reached out and touched him lightly: "How could I know!".
After chatting for a while, the man returned to the car. The two of them sat in their own cars and chatted for a while. Through the chat, Fang Yi knew that the man next to him played music.
After five or six minutes of rough chatting, the car started moving. Fang Yi waved his hand towards this person and started his car.