There was not enough time during the vacation for Fang Yi to draw any works. He could only make drafts and the like. In the remaining few days, Fang Yi just drew a few sketches and a small color draft. Speaking of which,
As far as the speed of painting is concerned, even Fang Yi can't keep up with Carson. He can paint a piece in ten days when he is really interested, but each of Fang Yi's works takes at least one or two months.
As for Jardel and Li Ji, it was the first time in their lives to be models for an artist, but after experiencing it, they felt that this job was tiring. Not to mention Carson, Fang Yi asked the two of them to sit casually in Chi Guoguo's room
On the beach, it was comfortable at first, but it became difficult to maintain the same posture.
When they were waiting to say goodbye, Carson gave him a painting album signed by himself, and Fang Yi also promised two friends he had met to give them a painting album of the Five Linearists, and gave them to them when they returned home.
Send it over.
When we got off the plane in Los Angeles, Beavis who was picking him up looked at Fang Yi who had a relaxed smile on his face and said, Sir, he is in a good mood.
As soon as he returned home, Fang Yi opened his bag and gave everyone a small gift.
"Sir, you look very good. It seems you had a great time on vacation." Yeda held the wrapped gift in his hand and did not open it first like others. Instead, he looked at his employer up and down and praised him.
"Thank you! Yeda, I had a lot of fun this time, mainly because I got to know a few people." After Fang Yi finished speaking, he motioned to Yeda with the bag in his hand, then turned back to the room and put his bag in the room.
Next, I went into my study and selected two picture albums.
.Write a paragraph in both Chinese and English, basically thanking Jardel and Liji for taking me on tours and being my model. After writing almost an album page eloquently, Fang Yi put down the book in his hand.
The pen blew on the handwriting.
When they got downstairs, Fang Yi handed the two brochures to Yeda: "Please send these two brochures to this address!".
After listening to Yeda saying that he would do it tomorrow, Fang Yi turned around and left the house and headed towards the stables. As soon as Fang Yi, who was in a good mood, returned home, he rode Mr. Wen Shun with Hong Zao and two dogs, and started to
There was a lot of fun in my own place.
Originally, he planned not to create the work so soon, but now that Fang Yi is having fun. Moreover, they are two friends who show enthusiasm and play with him. Fang Yi naturally decided to break the original plan and start creating this painting.
"Jadel and Li Ji on the Beach". After the creation was completed, Zou Heming was asked to send the two refined manuscripts of the work to the two of them respectively.
I heard that Fang Yi has started to create again this year. The happiest person is Zou Heming. As long as Fang Yi creates, who cares about Zou Heming? Christmas is coming and the Chinese New Year is coming next? What are the two refined drafts of Fang Yi's plan? They will be there immediately.
I agreed on the phone.
At Christmas time, Fang Yi gave all his employees a holiday so that they could enjoy the traditional Western festival with their families. While he was immersed in the studio and continued to complete his works.
Zheng Yuan, who was staying in Los Angeles, was preparing for a New Year's concert at this time, and she didn't have much time to come to Fang Yi's place. The two friends stayed together to celebrate the festival until the third day after Christmas. The orchestra was almost busy.
Then he drove the car to Fang Yi's home.
"Is this what you're going to eat?" When we arrived at Fang Yi's home, we followed Fang Yi to the restaurant and looked at the lunch that Fang Yi was preparing to enjoy. Although there were several large pieces of beef piled up, it was much different from the way he had seen Fang Yi before.
When everyone was there, there were several plates placed in front of Fang Yi. Although the things inside were a little bigger, the momentum was different!
Fang Yi said: "Everyone is on holiday and everyone has been busy for a long time. I will let them stay for a few more days and just deal with it by myself! You didn't tell me that you were coming. You suddenly showed up all of a sudden.
Come on, let me have no preparation at all, how about eating beef noodles for lunch?”
Zheng Yuan looked at Fang Yi and said jokingly: "I came all the way here, even in the rain, just thinking I could get some delicious food at your place. Who knew you were going to treat me to a bowl of beef noodles?"
Customer?" As he said this, he walked to the large refrigerator in the kitchen: "I'll see what's available and change something to eat."
As soon as he opened the refrigerator door, Zheng Yuan couldn't help but turned to look at Fang Yi and asked: "The beef noodles you have been eating these past few days? It's really good!" In addition to milk, there are also some packages in the entire refrigerator.
For good hams and the like, it is almost impossible to see any young ones.
"It turns out that I have eaten all the food, and I didn't take the time to buy it. When it's time to eat, I'll just make do with it!" Fang Yi explained. When it's time to eat these two days, Fang Yi
I thought about getting something to change my taste, but as soon as I finished eating and got to the studio, I put the matter behind me. Then I thought about it again while eating, and so on.
Zheng Yuan glanced at Fang Yi: "You are much lazier now than before." After saying that, he started to say a few words, stretched out his hand to smooth the hem of his skirt, squatted down and held potatoes on the lower shelf of the refrigerator, and said while holding them:
"Let's just eat potatoes and beef stew this time. After we finish, we'll go to the supermarket to buy something. By the way, when will Yeda and the others be back?".
"There are still five or six days left," Fang Yi said. Suddenly he remembered something and said to Zheng Yuan, "I haven't congratulated you on becoming the chief cellist!".
Zheng Yuan listened and said without looking back: "What's the point of congratulations? It's just a small band. Besides, didn't you congratulate me on the phone last time?" The status of this youth band is really average.
The chief cellist only made Zheng Yuan happy for a day or two, but the biggest fear was that his salary would increase: "Congratulations when I am transferred to the Philharmonic Orchestra, not the New York Philharmonic, but the Los Angeles Philharmonic, where is New York?"
Wait two years!”.
"Okay! I'm very confident," Fang Yi looked at Zheng Yuan and said with a smile.
"A person who can't even find a boyfriend can only spend his time practicing the piano." Zheng Yuan said mockingly, then stood up with the potatoes and gestured to Fang Yi: "Scratch the skin."
You're quite good at it, I'll leave this to you, I'll make the beef first!"
After accepting the task, Fang Yi took out a coin from his pocket. At first, he was not very good with his hands. But after scratching one, it felt smoother. Although it was a little slower than in China, it still retained the previous feeling.
A bit of style. Of course, the style of peeling potatoes.
"A natural potato peeler," Zheng Yuan praised Fang Yi while looking at the movements in his hands, and then continued cutting his own beef.
The two of them worked for more than an hour at noon before eating. As for Fang Yi, he couldn't go back to the studio to play with his works after dinner. Instead, he followed Zheng Yuan to the supermarket to buy things. Of course, Fang Yi now lives in
The place is quite far from the supermarket, and it usually takes half an hour to drive there. Not to mention it’s still raining outside, and the trend is getting bigger and bigger.
When they arrived at the supermarket, Zheng Yuan was naturally in charge of cleaning up, while Fang Yi was tasked with pushing the cart as a coolie. It took an hour before Fang Yi was able to push a cart full of things and escape from this big supermarket.
Supermarket. But the matter was not over yet. Next, Zheng Yuan asked Fang Yi to drive to the nearest Chinese-owned non-staple food supermarket. He started to buy some Chinese-style food, such as mullet and so on, and prepared for two tonight.
People use their hands to make a good tooth ceremony.
With one bag on the left and one on the right, the two returned home. Zheng Yuan began to put the purchased things into the large refrigerator of Fang Yi's house. Although the weather in California is not too hot now, Fang Yi's house
The refrigerator is open all year round.
Zheng Yuan was squatting on the ground. The upper floors were sorted by warps and he was placing things on the bottom floors. Fang Yi was standing not far away, watching Zheng Yuan put things away.
Carrying this and that at others' orders.
Fang Yi was bored here. He leaned against the large kitchen counter and started to turn his head around, but soon his eyes fell on Zheng Yuan. His eyes quickly settled on a certain part, and he looked a little excited.
Stay here.
Zheng Yuan, who was squatting on the ground sorting things, didn't feel that Fang Yi behind him had focused his attention on a specific part of his body, and was busy with his head buried in work.
Fang Yi didn't realize at first that he was looking at Zheng Yuan's buttocks. Now Zheng Yuan was squatting on the ground with his back to Fang Yi. It turned out that the light-colored skirt was tucked into the crook of his legs, making the skirt look very slim.
Tight. To be honest, Zheng Yuan's hips are not very big, and they are not as plump as many women. But now Fang Yi looks at it and feels that although it is not big, it looks very round and delicate. Although the word "delicate" seems a little bit used in the context of the buttocks.
It's inappropriate, but that's what Fang Yi was thinking at the moment. Not only that, Fang Yi also began to outline its true shape in his mind. As an artist, this is not just one or two, and now Fang Yi is roughly
I estimate that I have seen almost a hundred of them. I have basically seen the same Chinese and foreign hip shapes. I have seen a lot of people who are fat and thin. This little difficulty is really not a difficult thing for artist Fang.
With his mind wandering, he sketched out this roundness. Fang Yi looked at the round buttocks wrapped in the skirt and the traces of underwear exposed due to the tightness, and couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart. "Uh!", waiting for a sudden thought in his heart.
After saying this sentence, Fang Yi suddenly woke up and quickly
He shifted his gaze to one side. When he came back to his senses, he felt that his heart rate was rising a little. Then he quickly shook his head to drive this terrible thought out of his mind. Then he warned him again and again in his heart.
Say to yourself: Friend, friend!
Zheng Yuan called out to Fang Yi several times but didn't get a response. She turned around and saw Fang Yi shaking his head repeatedly. He couldn't help but asked with a smile: "I asked you to bring that bag over, why are you shaking your head?
”.
"Nothing!" Fang Yi said while lifting the bag to Zheng Yuan's hand. While waiting for Zheng Yuan to be busy, Fang Yi no longer looked at Zheng Yuan squatting on the ground. Instead, he began to think in his own heart.
Let yourself think about your own work, and it seems that this time it is not very useful. Not only is it useless, but it is counterproductive.
Fang Yi stared blankly out the window at the raindrops hitting the glass, while Zheng Yuan was happily stuffing things into the refrigerator with a smile on his face.
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