When they arrived at school, they had just put the car in the hood. Before Fang Yi could turn around, he heard a familiar voice coming from behind: "Fang Yi! Are you cured? Why don't you go to school so soon and take a few more breaks at home?"
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After hearing what his friend Zhang Xu said, Fang Yi greeted him with a smile: "What's wrong with you? When you stay in the hospital with nothing to do, you feel much happier staying at school!".
Zhang Xu leaned his broken car against the railing of the car hood. The two chatted and walked toward the classroom upstairs. Along the way, they met familiar people and greeted each other one by one.
"My parents have agreed that I should study art. I just happened to go to the art class today to practice my skills." Fang Yi happily said to Zhang Xu as he approached the door of the classroom.
Zhang Xu stretched out his hand and patted his friend's shoulder, then pursed his lips slightly: "Let's not talk about this for now. Go comfort your little girlfriend. She is obviously not in good spirits these days!" After finishing speaking,
He gently pushed Fang Yi into the classroom and walked towards his seat.
With a relaxed smile on his face, Fang Yi walked to his desk: "I'm fine, I'm here to go to school!" After saying that, his eyes stopped on the face of his little girlfriend Mu Jin for two or three seconds.
"That's good!" Mu Jin looked up at Fang Yi and found that Fang Yi seemed different from before. He felt relaxed. The two shallow dimples that often appeared on his face were back. He couldn't help but
He raised his hand and pressed it on the back of Fang Yi's hand.
Unexpectedly, Mu Jin would hold his hand in the classroom. Fang Yi was stunned: "Is this not about underground love?".
Pfft! Mu Jin's deskmate Li Fen said with a smile: "As soon as you lie down, Mu Jin's expression can be seen by a fool, so why are you hiding anything? It's okay, we don't have to keep the secret for you two anymore.
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After listening to Li Fen's words, Fang Yi immediately understood and grabbed Mu Jin's hand with his backhand: "Is this a blessing in disguise?".
Just as he was about to stretch out his other hand to cover his girlfriend's little hand and rub it twice, Mu Jin quickly broke away. Fang Yi smiled and said, "Isn't it public? In the future, we can hold hands when we are over from school.
Or I can take you on my bike!".
"Don't be complacent! Teacher Guan and I have promised that if his grades decline, he will talk to my parents!" Mu Jin said with a smile.
"It doesn't matter whether my grades are going down or not. I just need to be able to go to an art college." Fang Yi sat down on his desk and said, "My parents agreed that I should take the painting exam!".
Li Fen immediately said after hearing this: "This is a double blessing. You can take the art exam and your body will be better." After saying this, he stretched out his hand and patted the book on Fang Yi's desk: "Fang Yi! Why should I express this?
What a boring thing to say!".
Fang Yi nodded: "Don't tell me that I have forgotten. Does it count as a sign that my dad asked me to call you guys to come to my house for dinner?".
"What does it mean?" Li Lin happened to walk to the table at this time and stretched out his hand to gently tap Fang Yi on the shoulder to express his happiness at the return of his deskmate.
Listening to Fang Yi repeating the words, he quickly shook his head and said: "Forget it, anyone would do this to a classmate. Besides, when I come to your house for dinner, your family is sitting at the table?".
Fang Yi thought that this was the case. He wouldn't want to go to other people's homes to have dinner with other people's parents, so he said, "Then don't go home for dinner tomorrow. I'll pay for everyone's dinner at my own expense!".
After hearing this, Li Lin gave Fang Yi a thumbs up and said: "Fang Yi is better!" After saying that, he joked to Mu Jin: "Give Fang Yi more money, and I won't eat at noon tomorrow!"
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After hearing this, Mu Jin picked up Fang Yi's book and threw it towards Li Lin.
"Fang Yi! The head teacher invites you!" At this moment, a classmate's voice came from the door of the class.
After leaving the classroom and arriving at the door of the office, Fang Yi reached out and knocked twice on the open door of the office: "Teacher Guan, are you calling me?"
"Sit!" Teacher Guan raised his head and looked at Fang Yi with a smile and motioned for Fang Yi to sit down on a teacher's chair in front of his desk: "How are you, are you feeling well?".
"Nothing happened, everything is fine now," Fang Yi said quickly. Fang Yi didn't know that this time he not only shocked his class teacher, but also the dean and principal. After Fang Yi's incident, now everyone
The make-up classes on Saturdays are only in the morning, and the school does not allow them in the afternoon, and instructs all teachers to always pay attention to the physical condition of the students, and to pay attention to the balance between work and rest. In other words, Fang Yiyi gave all the senior high school students an extra bed every week
Come out in the afternoon!
After hearing this, Teacher Guan said: "If you feel uncomfortable, just tell the teacher, don't bear it yourself." At this time, what the head teacher wanted to do was to watch more in the future.
"Teacher Guan, I may have less time in the classroom in the future. My parents have agreed that I should take the painting exam and I am going to take stone art, so I want to work more on the basics of art!".
After listening to Fang Yi's words, Teacher Guan thought for a moment and said, "Then you should pay more attention to your health. Your cultural scores are fine when you take the art school entrance examination, but are you sure about this art?" The head teacher was a little concerned, and his cultural scores were five.
Where is the score of over 100 points, where can it fall in a year? Moreover, it is a science subject and not a liberal arts subject. Normally, the most I can drop by more than 100 points is to die.
After hearing this, Fang Yi said: "You have to give it a try. If it doesn't work, try again next year!" Fang Yi still doesn't know how useful the things in his mind can be. There are still four months left and he can't say that he will definitely take the exam.
Let's go. There are many people who took the exam at the same time who have been studying for eight or nine years. Now it seems that this thing must be related to art, and Fang Yi is not sure how powerful it is.
"Anyway, just pay attention to your body and don't do this to me again!" After saying that, he waved his hand to Fang Yi and said, "Then go ahead and arrange your own time to study with Teacher Sun!".
After hearing the teacher's words, Fang Yi stood up from his chair: "Teacher Guan! I'm going back then!" He looked at the teacher and nodded and turned around and left the office.
After returning to the classroom and chatting with Mu Jin, Fang Yi walked toward the art classroom with his hands empty.
The art classroom is three cement bungalows in the corner of the campus. Fang Yi stepped into it again after more than a year.
Huh! Huh! After taking a few breaths at the half-closed door, Fang Yi calmed down his excitement before opening the door and walking in. When he looked up, he saw a dozen faces looking at him, and only half of them recognized him.
, of course, there were a few who were concentrating on their own paintings and did not notice Fang Yi coming in. There were not only high school seniors but also high school sophomore art students in the classroom. These people gathered in several piles, painting still lifes or plaster statues.
"Fang Yi! Why are you here?" Teacher Sun asked with a smile as he watched Fang Yi enter. Half of the hair on the head of the old man, who was in his fifties, had been killed in battle, leaving only a ring of light white hair around him.
"Teacher Sun, I will be painting here from now on. Please give me a set of tools," Fang Yi said to the teacher.
Old Man Sun didn't ask anything, and waved to Fang Yi, indicating that Fang Yi should follow him towards the office in the corner of the bungalow.
As soon as he opened the door, Teacher Sun asked Fang Yi: "What do you want? Ordinary or mid-range?".
"It's mid-range. I'm sketching today and my hands are a little wet after not drawing for a long time. First, I need a pencil from HB to 8B. I will also need 8 sheets of 8K sketch paper and 8 sheets of gouache paper.
There are also gouache, small buckets of palettes, paints, etc. Please get me a set, and I will bring them to you tomorrow if you figure out how many." Fang Yi said.
Teacher Sun listened and said with a smile: "Then come here and help me." After that, he walked towards the big cabinet at the back. Fang Yi followed the teacher and took out the things the old man took out from the cabinet. Then the old man wrote down one item at a time.
On the paper, the price of each item was clearly marked and very carefully.
"You can just write a rough outline. There is no need to mark it in such detail." Fang Yi looked at a large pile of things. It took the old man more than ten minutes to write.
The old man raised his head and said, "Write it clearly so that everyone can be quick and easy!" After that, he lowered his head and wrote slowly. The last calculation came out to be one hundred and twenty yuan.
Carrying these things, Fang Yi returned to the studio, found an empty table and placed things on it. Then he picked up a piece of sketch paper, clamped it on the easel and put it next to the plaster head of Marseille, and then asked the classmates next to him
I borrowed a knife and sharpened my pencil while walking around the classroom looking at other people's drawings.
I walked around and stood up behind someone I met in junior high school. I used to be the best at drawing, but now it's even better. I'm much better than the other classmates.
"Fang Yi? Why are you here? I heard that you are sick. Are you feeling better?" This person felt someone behind him. He turned around and saw that it was Fang Yi who had taken off the headphones and said.
Fang Yi glanced at this kid with a smile. He was dark and thin, 1.65 meters tall, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He looked wretched. Who would have guessed that the painting was quite beautiful, and the lines were strong and powerful. Even at the door.
No one knew it when he came in, so he knew that this person's good painting was not for nothing.
"It's no big deal, Wang Qiluo! I haven't seen you draw for more than a year and your painting is better now. There is hope for both the Central Academy and the US." Fang Yi said casually, staring at other people's pictures.
Wang Qiluo smiled: "The Central Academy of Fine Arts is so easy to take the exam. All the top students in the country will apply for it! How can you guarantee that you will get into it? You must go to try your luck." After saying that, he glanced at Fang Yi's hand.
The pencil asked: "Are you going to draw today?"
"Yeah! My family agrees that I learn to draw," Fang Yi answered, holding up the pencil in his hand.
After listening to Fang Yi's words, Wang Qiluo nodded and turned his attention back to his painting.
Fang Yi watched him draw two strokes and return to his easel. After watching for a while, he started to draw lines on the paper. First, he fixed the large shape on the picture. After the unfamiliarity passed for the first two or three minutes, Fang Yi felt excited.
When you stand up, the lines in your hands seem to flow on the paper.
The two hours passed silently. Fang Yi felt that it was almost done and stood up. He took two steps back from his easel and once again compared the overall picture with the plaster statue.
"The hands are not important, the lines are okay." Teacher Sun stood behind Fang Yi and said: "There are still many unsatisfactory places. The relationship between reality and reality is a bit inappropriate. There is also the relationship between the whole and the part!
You must pay attention, the beard on the chin has been taken care of..." The teacher looked at Fang Yi's painting and pointed out the shortcomings to Fang Yi. Then he patted Fang Yi on the shoulder: "Take your time, don't look at this matter in a hurry.
Look at other people’s paintings.”
Fang Yi nodded while listening. He also saw these problems. After walking around, no one could paint worse than his own. He took the paper off the easel and clamped another one.
I put it on the paper, and when I was about to pick up the pen and draw again, I found that the experience bar under the sketch in my mind was already halfway through.