Zheng Yuan pushed open the door of Fang Yi's studio, walked straight to Fang Yi who was sitting in front of the easel and was meditating, and bent slightly: "Hey!".
"You're here." Fang Yi heard the voice and looked up to see Zheng Yuan standing next to him with a piano case in his hand. He couldn't help but smile: "How many days do you have this time?".
Zheng Yuan watched Fang Yi come back to his senses and then walked aside, put his piano case on the table, opened the case and replied: "This time it will be longer, four days. You can wait for me."
Here we eat and drink for three days."
After hearing what Zheng Yuan said, Fang Yi thought for a moment and said immediately: "Then your luck is here, Qu Gu and Su Meng will come over tomorrow! It just so happens that everyone can have fun together."
"Do you even need to tell me?" Zheng Yuan smiled and took out his piano from the case: "They just heard me say that they happened to come over when they have time these days."
Fang Yi quickly said: "I forgot, I haven't seen Su Meng for several years, and I have seen Qu Gu once or twice! Alas! Everyone is busy and we don't have much time to get together."
Now Qu Gu's reputation is quite good in the United States, Hua'er has become a little more popular, and the price has risen a lot from the previous mid- to low-end. Wuqiang can be said to be the middle-end of the mid-range. This name comes from
It has nothing to do with Fang Yi. The main reason is that Keshima admires Qu Gu very much.
In interviews, he repeatedly mentioned the influence of Qu Gu's works on him. This can be seen when the two met in the Paris countryside. In short, Qu Gu can now be said to be self-sufficient.
, does not need to rely too much on his rich father.
"You are too homely." Zheng Yuan pulled up a chair and sat down. He adjusted the piano and said to Fang Yi, "Is it still the same song?".
"Whatever!" Fang Yi opened his mouth and said, "Whatever you want to practice, I will draw a picture later. Now this thing is already in my mind." After speaking, he raised his hand and tapped himself with his finger.
of temples.
After hearing this, Zheng Yuan put down her hand on the bow and said to Fang Yi: "I just arrived, and Qu Gu and Su Meng will also come soon. Are you going to paint and stay in the studio to send us away?"
"Who knows how long it will take Fang Yi to paint in his current state? It will take at least a month. How can he not take a break?
"It's fast this time!" After Fang Yi said this, he turned around and stood in front of his easel and started squeezing paint onto the palette.
Zheng Yuan didn't quite believe that Fang Yi spoke very quickly. She had seen Fang Yi's speed in China before, and now she also knew how long it took for him to create a piece of work. However, she didn't say anything to Fang Yi, but laid out the music score.
Start practicing the piano. Fang Yi is naturally immersed in his new composition. As for what music Zheng Yuan plays, he doesn't care.
Today is different from the past. Zheng Yuan practiced the piano for a while and then put down the finger piano in her hand within half an hour and stood up from the chair. She felt a little inexplicable melancholy in her heart. Looking at Fang Yi's back who was immersed in painting on his canvas, he didn't know
Unconsciously, he walked behind Fang Yi and looked at the canvas.
This time, Fang Yi's canvas was different from usual. The entire canvas was flatly painted with cobalt blue. And it was a deep and silent blue. It just covered the canvas. Zheng Yuan couldn't help but feel...
She became even more melancholy again. She did not disturb Fang Yi from painting, Zheng Yuan just stood behind Fang Yi, her eyes shifted from the canvas to the back of Fang Yi's head and back.
A few minutes later, Zheng Yuan's heart suddenly moved, and a desire he had never felt before jumped out of his heart. He wanted to bend down and hug Fang Yi from behind. This thought jumped out and couldn't go away.
, which immediately made Zheng Yuan a little bit at a loss. She just stood behind Fang Yi, dumbfounded and motionless. It was not until a few minutes later that Zheng Yuan came back to her senses and returned to her chair with a hint of panic.
As if trying to get the incredible thoughts out of his mind, Zheng Yuan picked up the piano again, turned his attention to the music score and started practicing.
If you have distracting thoughts in your mind, the effect of practice is not very good. When you are thinking about other things in your mind, mistakes will pop up from time to time. Either the tone is wrong or the beat is wrong. In short, mistakes that should not have happened before have appeared, and over and over again.
Repeating these mistakes over and over again.
Zheng Yuan didn't know how long he had been practicing. The practice that was riddled with mistakes really had no effect, so he simply put down the bow. Unexpectedly, as soon as he put down the bow, he heard a soft clap of applause.
Raising her head, Zheng Yuan looked at Fang Yi, who was standing at the window looking at her with a smile on her face and clapping her hands, and said, "That sounds good?".
"It's great. It's really exciting now. No wonder I received an invitation from the Boston Orchestra," Fang Yi said. Fang Yi has a high level of painting, and his appraisal level can be said to be second to none in the world. No one has the courage to say that he is first.
, but this appreciation of music is only at the level of a layman. Zhou Yu’s ability to play the last song is not as good as Zhou Langgu’s. Anyway, just listen to it and clap your hands!
After hearing the invitation from the Boston Orchestra, Zheng Yuan felt a little happier and said jokingly to Fang Yi: "Have you finished your break? After your break, go and paint your painting. Why do you keep looking at me? I heard you take a look.
It’s just two hundred thousand US dollars. With my current income, even if I save it for two years, it won’t be enough for you to even look at it twice or three times!”
"The painting is done!" Fang Yi opened his mouth and said.
"So fast?" Zheng Yuan couldn't help but was stunned, stood up and walked to Fang Yi's easel.
On the canvas is the dark blue background in front, and then some curly white and yellow lines, plus some green vertical lines, there are simply less than a hundred lines squatting on the canvas. Zheng Yuan can't understand and it doesn't match.
Fang Yi's previous style can be said to be completely different.
After watching for a while, Zheng Yuan turned to Fang Yi and asked doubtfully: "Does this mean the painting is finished? What is this thing you painted?".
Fang Yi nodded and replied: "Well, now that I've finished the painting, it's superfluous to think of adding another stroke. This painting represents the river!".
Zheng Yuan looked at Fang Yi's face for a few times and realized that Fang Yi was not joking. She turned her attention to the canvas again. Now it was Zheng Yuan's turn to feel that she was an amateur. She knew that what Fang Yi said must be true, but
Looking left and right, I really can't understand these broken lines on the canvas as a river. It's almost the same as the work in the color composition class, so why is it a river?
Seeing the confusion on Zheng Yuan's face, Fang Yi seemed to be very interested in helping him understand. He walked from the window room to Zheng Yuan's side. The two stood side by side in front of the canvas and began to tell Zheng Yuan about his creation:
"It has nothing to do with the form, it just expresses the most direct visual experience. The blue background represents the color of the river, the entire canvas is the river bank, the white rolling water waves, and the yellow is the reflection of the water waves reflecting the sun...".
Even with these explanations, Zheng Yuan wanted to say something in her heart: This is what you said, I really didn't see that this was a river, and you thought you made it very clear, but in fact I am getting more and more confused. However,
Zheng Yuan didn't say it out loud, but just didn't understand it. I guess it would take a lot of time to understand it.
After explaining to Zheng Yuan for a while, Fang Yi stopped himself: "Are you still ready to practice the piano?".
"Why do you ask?" Zheng Yuan looked at Fang Yi and said.
Fang Yi laughed for a moment: "I haven't ridden Mr. Wen Shun for a few rounds. If you don't want to practice piano now, we might as well take this time to ride a horse for a ride. What do you think?"
Zheng Yuan thought for a moment and then nodded and said: "Then let's go. I also wanted to ride a horse when I came."
After saying this, the two of them naturally put down what they were doing and changed their clothes together. When they changed their clothes, the two of them did not look like a painter and a musician, but just like two ordinary people.
The cowboys at the mall were each wearing jeans, plaid shirts, and high-top riding boots with a cowboy hat stuck on their head.
"Yeda! We may not come back for lunch at noon." After Fang Yi said to Yeda, he turned to Zheng Yuan and explained: "I stopped by Artur's place today! Since I want to ride a horse, then
Just ride a little further.”
Zheng Yuan nodded and said nothing.
"Okay, sir!" Yeda looked at the two of them with a little smile not only on their faces but also in their eyes. Watching the two of them walking out the door side by side, she really hoped that this girl Zheng Yuan could become the wife of this house.
Hostess, this is not only for Fang Yi's sake, but also for the sake of Yeda and the family's staff. If Fang Yi finds someone who is a thorn in the side, life in the future will not be so easy.
Fang Yi and Zheng Yuan arrived at the stables and each hitched their usual horses. They were busy working when the old cowboy Jack came in dragging a small trailer with a whole cart of fodder on it: "Mr.
Miss Zheng!".
"Hello, Jack," Zheng Yuan said, and Fang Yi nodded to Jack. After chatting for a while, Jack continued to work on his own work. Fang Yi and the other two left the stable and mounted their horses.
Naturally, the rogue red date also came out with it. As for the round head and the flat head, they now have their own jobs, and are used by Jack as cattle dogs. It seems that these two animals now prefer the fun of driving cattle and sheep.
The two of them rode horses and trotted out of the valley. When they turned to the horse track, it was like taking a walk. The two of them rode together and occupied the entire deserted horse track, chatting and walking slowly.
.The speed was so slow that it made Hong Zao unhappy. He turned around and called out a few times, but it seemed to have no effect, so he simply scattered his legs and ran towards Artur's farm.
"Altur!" Fang Yi arrived at the gate of the farm, got off his horse, stretched out his hand to unbolt the wooden door, and shouted to his friend at the top of his lungs as usual, as a greeting.
Before the door opened, Fang Yi was surprised to hear a female voice: "Al, you have a friend here!".
After waiting to enter, Fang Yicai noticed a young girl not far away, holding a basket in her hand and feeding chickens and geese.
Why haven't we seen each other these days? There is a woman here in Altur? Thinking in his mind, Fang Yi began to look at this woman. She has reddish curly hair and is quite tall. As for her appearance, she can't be said to be beautiful or very good-looking. She is just ordinary.
Ordinary, in Fang Yi's opinion, the whole girl can only be described with one word: strong! What I'm talking about here is not fat, but really strong.