It stands to reason that Fang Yi is now in his twenties, and he has had sex with Beronica, so he should think about it. But now, it's not that Fang Yi doesn't want to, but that he doesn't have the brain to think about it. First of all, it's all in his head.
When it comes to classicism, you still have to control yourself from time to time.
Emotions, so as not to worry his relatives and friends who are as crazy as last time. This can be said to be Fang Yi’s inner pressure, and externally, the old guy Bobile is now trying to satirize linearism every month. It seems that everyone
I feel bad if I don’t come once a month.
Keshima and others who were staying in Europe had long been unable to endure it. First, Anders mocked the old man's remarks, and then Keshima couldn't sit still anymore. Now Linearism has not started an open war with Bobil.
The only ones left were the honest man Artur and Fang Yi, who was squatting in a mountain den in the United States.
Fang Yi has no interest in verbal wars. He thinks the best way to shut up the old guy is to tell him, no matter how awesome you are, I can do whatever you can do. Fang Yi has been thinking about this all day long.
Where can I have my brain to think about other things?
Fang Yi accepted Yeda's suggestion and planned to go on a trip. As for where to go, Switzerland in Europe was exempted first. Now, before Rude's troubles were over, Fang Yi decided not to go to Europe. Hunting in Africa
Yi was a little interested, but when he thought about Africa
After what happened at the border, I decided that my own life is more important. If a gentleman does not set up a dangerous wall, some countries are using small whips to beat the Chinese. What are you doing in this messy place? What is left in the end?
The next option is Hawaii.
Fang Yi here can be said to have no worries now, and he left as soon as he said it. The next day, he took the ticket booked by Yeda for himself and a small bag and got on the plane to Hawaii.
For Fang Yi, traveling is not only about relaxing one's mood, but also finding some inspiration along the way. The kind of thing that can stimulate oneself, according to the last experience, Fang Yi started to look at the sea of clouds as soon as he got on the plane.
Something like that. The sea of clouds in the old American sky seemed to have no spiritual power to pass on to Fang Yi, a Chinese. Soon Fang Yi turned his head to the passengers in the cabin to see if there was anything strange to see.
Fang Yi, who was turning his head around, quickly attracted the attention of the stewardess. The stewardess did not regard Fang Yi, a passenger who turned his head from time to time, as petty theft. Of course, ordinary petty theft would not be a problem.
He ran to the first class cabin to steal something. The stewardess thought Fang Yi had any request, so she walked directly to Fang Yi. She bent down slightly and asked with a smile: "Sir, do you need anything?"
"Give me something to drink!" Fang Yi couldn't say anything, so I turned my head to see if there were any strange people. Anyway, the stewardess was here too, so I gave myself something to drink along the way, and looked at
On the nameplate on the flight attendant's chest, Fang Yi added another sentence: "Thank you! Gina."
"Please wait!" The flight attendant named Gina whispered to Fang Yi, then turned and walked towards the end of the cabin.
Of course, Fang Yi continued to turn his head and observe the people in the cabin. Soon, Fang Yi found a person. Fang Yi felt that this person looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
"The tea you wanted!" The stewardess put the drink Fang Yi ordered on the small table in front of Fang Yi and gestured to Fang Yi.
I had to say thank you again. While drinking tea, Fang Yi thought about where he had seen the white man just now. After thinking about it for a while, Fang Yi still couldn't remember. Anyway, he just felt that this person looked familiar. He was sure of it.
I have met this person, but no matter how much I think about it, I can't remember it.
From time to time, he looked at the man's side profile for a minute or two. Finally, Fang Yi decided to put this matter aside for now. What would happen even if he had met him? He and he were not friends. It was better not to think about it.
Fang Yi kept turning his head, as if picking some food, which made the stewardess a little nervous. Why is this person always turning his head? He quickly whispered to a passenger sitting next to the cabin door.
He said something. The passenger listened to the flight attendant's words, then glanced at Fang Yi, smiled, stood up from his seat, walked to an empty seat next to Fang Yi and sat down.
Fang Yi was watching people here when he saw a tall, muscular white man sitting in the seat across the aisle. He smiled at the person in a friendly manner and continued to look at the people around him.
"Hey, friend, are you going to Hawaii for vacation?" Before Fang Yi could say anything, the white man started chatting with Fang Yi. After asking Fang Yi, he stretched out his hand across the aisle: "Jack
Sen, also go to Hawaii."
"Yi!" Fang Yi stretched out his hand and touched it lightly, and then said: "Well, let's go on vacation!".
After chatting for a few words, Fang Yi had a feeling that Jason Bai was starting to ask him some questions. Logically speaking, this was the first time they met and talked, and foreigners rarely asked about this kind of thing, so he couldn't help but be a little curious.
In fact, this cannot be blamed on Comrade Jason. Of course, Jason did not go to Hawaii for vacation as he said. If you often fly on this flight, you will find that Jason has two people in the ordinary cabin who have been flying.
On 'vacation'. In short, the Americans were frightened by the plane in front of them hitting the building. Now there are one or two policemen on every plane to prevent some illegal hijackers from getting on the plane.
Jason sat next to Fang Yi and asked as usual. This was thanks to Fang Yi's Asian face. After chatting with him, Jason knew that Fang Yi was from China, which made him feel more relaxed.
Now. I have only heard of extreme green religious elements, not yet
Have you ever heard of a model American citizen who hijacked a plane? If Fang Yi had a Middle Eastern face, Jason's eyes would have been fixed on Fang Yi. Maybe Fang Yi would be invited here at this time.
The cabin next to him began to check Fang Yi's salute.
Don't talk about human rights and other messy things at this time. Ever since the plane crashed into the building, the Americans have come up with the Patriot Act. In this matter, everyone's human rights must give way to American security.
Fang Yi and Jason were chatting wordlessly. The person Fang Yi was looking at turned his head and looked at Fang Yi. Watching Fang Yizheng talking to others, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Soon, he seemed to recognize Fang Yi's face, stood up from his seat, and walked towards this side.
"Yi? Fang?" This person walked to Fang Yi's seat, looked at Fang Yi and asked uncertainly.
Hearing someone calling his name, Fang Yi raised his head and saw the person's entire face. Fang Yi remembered that he had indeed met this person and talked to him several times. It had been several years since then.
.This is the Mediterranean who gave Fang Yi a painting album when he went to Mingzhu to see an exhibition of Italian works when he was studying in China! He was also the director of an Italian museum.
"Hello! I didn't expect to see you here." Fang Yi immediately showed a smile on his face. Thinking of this Fang Yi, he thought of the imitation Tintoretto Madonna painting in their museum, and that imitation painting.
He had to remember that he had hung a copy of his own in the Louvre Museum, and an inexplicable happiness rose in Fang Yi's heart.
Mediterranean was very happy to see Fang Yi. He guessed that he must have forgotten his name after not seeing him for several years, so he quickly said: "Call me Tony, my friends all call me that. But I didn't expect that I haven't seen him for several years."
, you have become an artist." Fang Yi may have forgotten the name of Mediterranean, but Mediterranean has not forgotten Fang Yi, and Fang Yi's fame here is a little too fast. In just a few years, he has become
Although Fang Yi didn't go to Italy much after that, he still remembered Fang Yi, a young Chinese man.
After chatting with Fang Yi for a few words, Tony looked at the man who just introduced himself as Jason, introduced himself, and then looked at Fang Yi, probably thinking that this was Fang Yi's friend.
"We just met, it hasn't been a few minutes," Fang Yi explained.
"Oh!" Tony glanced at Jason and started chatting with Fang Yi about art, and asked if Fang Yi had any new works. He also expressed that the museum he worked for was interested in collecting one of Fang Yi's works, and
I hope Fang Yi can hold a painting exhibition in a museum when he has the opportunity.
I don't know whether this was a compliment or a polite statement. Anyway, when people said this, Fang Yi nodded politely to express his gratitude.
Listening to the two chatting about art, Jason, the plainclothes man on the plane, was a little bored. He had heard of gangsters hijacking planes, but he had never heard of an artist and the director of an art museum hijacking planes. He listened for three or four minutes.
After that, I really had no interest in continuing to listen.
He stood up and gave up the seat under his buttocks to the Mediterranean Sea. He returned to his old seat and took out a tablet-like thing from his hand. After clicking on it for a while, he put it aside and continued.
Flip through a magazine that I have read countless times.
When the flight attendant named Gina came over and bent down to hand her a drink, the flight attendant whose alias was Jason said softly: "Artist!".
Hearing that he was an artist, Gina was slightly stunned.
"He is still a rich artist, and the Italian next to him is the director of the museum." After clicking twice to check the information, he found out who Fang Yi was. Although Fang Yi was not naturalized, he still had it in his hand.
If you have a green card, there is no problem with these information. If the two people chatting not far away are hijackers, then all airlines in the United States will stop operating, and most of them will take ships. This idea is too outrageous.
After chatting with Tony for a while, Fang Yi figured out that Tony was not going on vacation to Hawaii this time, but to meet an artist who was also an appraiser. Now this person was interested in the painting hidden in Tony's museum.
There was an objection to Giovanni's work, thinking that the author should be Mantegna, not Giovanni. Of course, Fang Yi knew this from the last time he saw the exhibition. But I heard that someone pointed it out.
Still a little curious.
"After this point of view was put forward, some appraisers in our museum also began to doubt it. This time I want to ask this person to go to the museum for a closer appraisal," Tony said.
Fang Yi smiled inwardly after hearing this: It's not this one that the people in your museum misjudged. There is another one with a bigger name that got the wrong name, and there's also an unknown imitation hanging high! Of course.
Fang Yi has no interest in pointing it out directly. One more thing is better than one less thing!