The two of them quickly arranged the meeting with their parents. Zheng Yuan's parents were coming next month, which was an arranged matter. When Fang Yi came up from the swimming pool, he called his family and told his mother about it.
For a moment.
"Xiaoyi, are you okay? Let's go see you together after your father's business at the company is finished in a while." As soon as the phone call came through, Yu Qin started shouting without waiting for her son to speak.
Fang Yi listened happily to the nagging of his mother on the other end for a minute, and then said: "I have something to tell you, I have found a girlfriend."
Before Fang Yi finished speaking, Yu Qin perked up: "That girl over there? Is she a foreigner again?" After hearing her son's reply, she immediately asked, "What step are we at now?"
"Listen to me first." Fang Yi listened to the words of the mother on the other end, one after another, and immediately said with a smile: "The one you have seen is the Zheng Yuan who you said was tall before."
Yu Qin had long forgotten about Zheng Yuan. After listening to her son's description and thinking about it, she had a vague idea. Although she didn't know how, she knew she must be a beautiful girl, because Yu Qin had seen her son when he was in college.
All of my female friends had a good impression. After thinking about this, they said twice in succession, and then asked what step they had taken.
"Just prepare to have your grandson," Fang Yi said, "There's another thing. Her parents will come to Los Angeles next month to visit her, and they'll also meet me on the way. Zheng Yuan is thinking about your relationship with my dad.
Come here, Sora, let’s get to know each other. Now that the matter is settled, what do you think?”
As soon as Yu Qin heard this, she complained to her son: "You did this. Okay, I'll discuss it with your dad when you get back." She followed her son and rambled on for a long time. When the weather is high, don't be too hot, and when the weather is cold, don't be cold.
And so on. I kept talking for ten minutes and then hung up the phone.
Yu Qin didn't care about most of what his son said. Only the three words "carrying a grandson" were heard most clearly. It was these three words that made Yu Qin only give instructions to his son for ten minutes, or at least half an hour of nagging.
After hanging up the phone with my son, I started calling my sister-in-law Liu Tingzhi. The two sisters immediately started talking on the phone while holding the phone.
Fang Yi made a phone call, which was followed by several more phone calls. The first one was from his aunt, and then his sister, who each questioned Fang Yi.
There was one phone call after another, and Fang Yi put down the phone in the studio. Before he could walk back to the easel, another phone rang.
"It's like being on stimulants." Fang Yi shook the phone in his hand at Zheng Yuan and put it back on the painting cabinet.
Zheng Yuan looked at Fang Yi and smiled, lowered her head and prepared to continue playing the piano. Zheng Yuan, who had met Yu Qin and Fang Nan before, naturally knew how much she was loved in the family. The only Miaomiao in the old Fang family
Not for nothing.
After just two pulls, Zheng Yuan raised his head. Looking at Fang Yi who was standing in front of the easel with his arms folded and one hand supporting his chin, he asked: "Why did you put three easels in front of you at once? Are you preparing to open them all at once?"
Three pictures? What if my parents and your family come next month?"
"What should I do?" Fang Yi looked back at Zheng Yuan: "Stop and accompany me! I will definitely play the role of a good son and son-in-law perfectly!".
Zheng Yuan asked a little worriedly: "Aren't you making yourself silly while drawing again?". In the past two days, Zheng Yuan felt the change in Fang Yi's mood. It was not as indifferent as before, but as if he was returning to the state of mind.
It's like when I first met you, and sometimes I'll give it to you
Make a little joke to yourself or something. Just like now when Fang Yi is standing in front of the easel thinking about something, when talking to him, he will not be as indifferent as before, but will answer you immediately, unlike before.
He seemed to be drowning in it and turned a deaf ear.
"No way!" Fang Yi turned his head and looked at Zheng Yuan with a smile, then turned his attention to the canvas. Then he turned his head back to look at Zheng Yuan and asked: "By the way! Is there a piece of music you know?
?”.
"What song?" Zheng Yuan was curious. Fang Yi only knew two or three songs. To be precise, there were only two songs that he could name and tune. Fang Yi had never heard of other songs and asked about them.
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"Can you touch it at eighteen?".
After hearing what Fang Yi said, Zheng Yuan glanced angrily and then said happily: "No!".
"I can!" Fang Yi said with a proud smile: "I'll play it for you tonight!" Looking at the blush on Zheng Yuan's face, Fang Yi turned his head happily and looked back at his canvas.
After practicing the two pieces of music, Zheng Yuan looked up and was about to turn over the sheet music. When she saw Fang Yi starting to squeeze paint on the palette, she asked strangely: "Just paint?". In the past, Fang Yi usually started with the manuscript first when painting.
Yes, color drafts are not required, but it is rare to see Fang Yi not drawing sketches.
"Now that your husband is bragging, I am no longer planning to write a manuscript," Fang Yi joked without turning his head.
After figuring it out, Fang Yi felt that his state of mind was relaxed, as if the nerves that had been pressed suddenly relaxed, and his mind was empty. It was not empty, but a clear and quiet place.
It creates a feeling that everything on the canvas is in the palm of your hand. It’s like learning to ride a horse. At the beginning, you are excited and trepidatious, and then you get to the point where practice makes perfect and you enjoy flying astride the horse.
Finally, Fang Yi felt that his control over the canvas had reached a new level. To describe it in one sentence, as long as Fang Yi stood in front of the canvas, everything was under control.
The feeling of mastery arises in my heart and mind, I abandon some unnecessary forms, give up all the fetters, and my heart turns into a bright moon in the sky at will.
Zheng Yuan asked again: "Are you going to paint three paintings at the same time?".
"Pay back the debt!" Fang Yi replied again: "Zou Heming, this kid, has been looking at me eagerly, hoping that I will have new works. I can't give him more, but this time I gave him two or three at once, which can be regarded as Liao Yousheng's.
Nothing more."
After hearing what Fang Yi said, Zheng Yuan kept silent and lowered his gaze, looking at the music score and continuing to practice. Fang Yi in the studio held his palette with his left hand and began to practice on the canvas.
The painting started flowing smoothly.
Now Fang Yi is going to start painting two works. As for the third piece, Fang Yi has not yet conceived it. One of the two paintings is a group of characters, while the other is preparing to reflect the works of four friends.
That is to say, I painted a work that showed the Japanese massacre. Not only to reflect the works of my friends, but also to fulfill one of my own wishes.
After coming back to his senses, Fang Yi has now returned to his previous life rhythm. He exercises first and then goes to the studio every day. Although the steps are the same, his mental state is very different. He always has a smile on his face and treats people better.
So gentle, even riding a horse
When meeting neighbors, I would say hello to them from a distance, and then chat with nearby farmers, ranchers, and helpers. Although it was just boring questions about the weather, I would also listen to what they said about their current dissatisfaction.
and complain, and then follow up with comments.
If Zhang Xu were to stay with Fang Yi now, he would definitely sigh like this: The Fang Yi he knew before is really back.
Fang Yi put two works together in front of his easel. I heard that Fang Yi had figured it out and started to create works for the gallery again. Zou Heming, who always looked like he had an awl stuck in his butt, immediately ran over from New York. Not only Zou Heming
And Anders, who was far away in Paris and was running a new banner, plus three friends who lived nearby, the whole old linearist school reunited again.
Standing in front of his house, Fang Yi watched a car drive into the line of sight, and said to Altur, Keshma and Rude next to him: "They are coming!".
Watching Zou Heming and Anders get out of the car, Fang Yi and the other three immediately stepped forward and hugged their two friends one after another. There was no need for too many greetings. The six of them entered Fang Yi's studio together.
Anderle and Zou Heming naturally wanted to see Fang Yi's latest works, but when they stood next to Fang Yi's two new works, they were a little stunned when they saw it.
"Is this your innovative classicism? Why does it look so vague?" Anders looked at it for a minute and then turned to Fang Yi and asked the same question that Keshima and the others had when they first met.
Fang Yi naturally explained: "You will be able to see clearly when the varnish is applied. Now of course it looks blurry."
Zou Heming didn't care whether it was blurry or not. When Fang Yi said that he could dial up the classicism, Zou Heming believed that Fang Yi must be able to do it. As for how to paint, the boss of Lawrence Gallery didn't mind, he just paid attention to the star in his hand.
When will the work of this cash cow that has been idle for several years be completed?
"When can these two works be completed and can they be exhibited in October?" Zou Heming asked.
Fang Yi shook his head after hearing this: "I can't catch up this year, but maybe I can catch up next year!".
"More than a year?" Zou Heming asked immediately.
"Yeah!" Fang Yi nodded: "The techniques I came up with are quite complicated. It would be difficult to complete such a large work in less than a year to a year and a half." He wanted to paint a work that is close to natural reality.
Not only does it require technique, but it also requires time. Only a lot of time can produce amazing results.
After hearing this, Anders looked at Fang Yi's canvas and said, "That took about the same time as the old thing! Can the final finished canvas look like his?" Of course, the old thing in Anders's mouth is
Referring to Popile.
Fang Yi nodded and said confidently: "No problem!".
"How do you plan to achieve such an effect? Tell me about your ideas." Anders asked Fang Yi.
Fang Yi didn't look like Bobil who just hid something when he had it. He casually told Anders how he planned to achieve the final effect of the canvas.
The principle is very simple. Many people have watched 3D movies and worn glasses. When you take off your eyes and look at the screen, the person on it will be a double image, which is similar to what is shown on Fang Yi's canvas now. Fang Yi
Of course, it is impossible for Yi to make everyone who sees his work wear glasses. The varnish on the final work is the glasses that Fang Yi puts on the work. However, the process of Fang Yi's painting is much more complicated than making a frame of stereoscopic film.
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Speaking of principles, many things are simple. For example, even a beginner aviation enthusiast knows the principles of vector engines and even how the engines operate.
There are only two such rare countries. What Fang Yi's works now show is this rhythm. It's okay to tell you how to draw, but if you want to draw it, it will be too difficult! (To be continued...)