Fang Yi sat in front of the table, looking at the small bowl in front of him. There were various things in the small bowl, including half a bowl of soup, and half a bowl of soup. Now Fang Yi had completely lost the energy he had a few days ago. Looking in front of him
The small bowl looks like the color of the guillotine on TV.
Yu Qin looked at his son with a smile on his face, with some unknown expectation in his eyes: "Drink it quickly, there are still two bowls in the pot!".
Ugh! When Fang Yi heard that there were two more bowls in the pot, he immediately felt a wave of nausea in his stomach, and he forced himself to suppress it. Then he held his breath and tried not to let himself smell the smell in the bowl, and then he picked it up like this
After picking up the bowl, he picked up the chopsticks and dug into his mouth with his eyes closed. He moved the contents of the small bowl three times, five by two, into Fang Yi's mouth. Without chewing, he just pushed hard, and the contents of his mouth went down his throat.
Squeezed down.
Without even tasting it, he put the bowl on the table and said, "Okay!"
Yu Qin took the bowl and said with a smile: "Although the Chinese supermarkets here are rich in food, they are really far behind compared to those in China. There are many things I want to buy here!" She scooped up the soup and looked at it.
My son complained about the lack of items in Chinese supermarkets in Los Angeles.
When Yu Qin raised her head, she realized that her son was no longer at the table. In less than two seconds, he had already reached the door and was running wildly outside.
"Go after you finish drinking!" Yu Qin immediately shouted at Fang Yi's back.
"No more!" Fang Yi said and ran towards the stable. He waited for the saddle to be put on his back and urged Mr. Meek to run for five or six minutes. Then he turned his head and looked in the direction of home with lingering fear and wiped his sweat.
, let out a sigh of relief.
According to Fang Yi's thought, everything would be fine if he and Zheng Yuan decided to have a child. Who knew that both his mother and mother-in-law had come up with new ideas. The reason was that they had to be careful about having a child, and both of them had to take care of their bodies.
Well, this will make it easier to give birth to smart children. To regulate the body, of course, supplements are needed. Medicinal supplements are not enough, and dietary supplements are the most effective solution.
Fang Yi was quite happy to eat the first time or two. Not only his own portion but also half of Zheng Yuan's portion went into Fang Yi's mouth. At that time, Fang Yi seemed to have yam and chicken in the bowl. What a bastard.
good.
However, after eating it for three days in a row, once in the morning, once in the afternoon, and once in the evening. There was also a midnight snack before going to bed at twelve o'clock, and Fang Yi got hurt. Every time he smelled this smell, his stomach started to feel upset.
Fang Yi was very afraid of eating this, so he reported it to his uncle and father. Now the three heads of the family, Fang Guozhong, Fang Guohua and Zheng Xianguo, listened to Fang Yi for a while and then nodded, hummed and continued to play chess or ball.
He was indifferent to Fang Yi's inhuman treatment. Only Chu Suiliang patted Fang Yi on the shoulder from time to time, and said with a smile and gloating: It's all the old man's kindness, you have to eat enough!
Fang Yi wanted to take the whole pot of soup and pour it into Chu Suiliang's mouth, so that he could fully appreciate this feeling.
Zheng Yuan was very smart. After eating for a day, he ran to the orchestra and said that rehearsals were tight. He only ate once a day when he left early and came back late. But where could Fang Yi run? At the studio, Yeda could prevent others from coming in and fight against each other.
Yu Qin and Li Yunmei couldn't be stopped, and even when the two of them said they wanted to go in, Yeda didn't even utter a sound.
Staying in the studio was not a good option, so Fang Yi had to use his friends to escape.
In short, Artur and Rude are very troubled now. After moving here for so long, there are more sudden things happening. Every time, their friend Fang Yi comes over to 'help'.
He rode a horse to Artur's small farm. After letting the horse roam freely, Fang Yi headed towards Artur's studio, but after taking two steps, he saw the Iron General on the door clearly, and walked out of the farm without asking.
Walk leisurely while looking at the surrounding scenery.
Along the road to the farm, it felt like time passed quickly, and Fang Yihuang arrived at the painter's village run by Zou Heming.
Now the foot of the mountain is no longer desolate and inhabited as it used to be. Instead, there are small wooden houses one storey high, lined up along the undulations at the foot of the mountain. Of course, there are also faces coming and going, not only
Young and energetic people, and from time to time, people in their forties or fifties can also be seen setting up easels on the roadside, either painting landscapes or figures.
The painter's village is already full. There are more than 200 and almost 300 people working with drawing boards to survive in this painter's village. Not only are there painters, but also some small and medium-sized gallery owners can be seen wandering here from time to time, thinking about signing contracts.
Some artists with characteristics and styles. These galleries must have their own paintings in mind.
A gallery like Lawrence Gallery can sign a promising artist. Unknowingly, Lawrence Gallery has become the idol of small and medium-sized galleries across the country. Small gallery owners all hope to become the next Zou Heming. The entire painter village has
Of course with so many people there are some small shops and the like.
The small village not only gave birth to a small shop, but also a small bar and some part-time portraits and mannequins. Of course, these models are not like Fang Yi's signed models. They have been working for many years. They come by the hour and the operation is quite flexible. If
If someone needs a model, they can post an announcement on A4 paper on the sign in the door of the small bar. Write down the requirements and the cost, plus the number of people present to do the painting, and then the interested models will be sent an announcement.
Someone called.
Now Fang Yi is standing in front of the notice. There are three pieces of paper on it saying that the age and physical characteristics of the models are required. After comparing it with the notices in his mind from the past few days, Fang Yi discovered the problem. These models pressed
Different requirements are divided into two different prices. Of course, the charge for mannequins is higher, while the charge for portrait models is relatively less. However, there is a certain price range, just like two lines that fix the price.
.
After reading the announcement on the sign for a while, Fang Yi walked towards the tavern and sat down on a high stool by the bar.
"Boss! Give me a glass of beer and some nuts," Fang Yi said to the proprietress of the bar as soon as he sat down.
Looking at Fang Yi, she smiled and nodded. The sturdy landlady was very nimble with her hands and feet. While giving Fang Yi a beer, she started to prepare nuts for Fang Yi. In an instant, the things she ordered were placed in front of Fang Yi.
I took a sip of the bitter beer, then twisted a nut and put it into my mouth. The nuts were covered with a layer of flour-like substance, fried and crispy, and slightly spicy.
After drinking the bitter taste of beer, the combination of flavors is really amazing.
After a trip with Artur, whenever Fang Yi comes to this small bar, these two things are a must-try for Fang Yi.
"Fang! When will your work be completed?" The landlady wiped the bar with a rag while chatting with Fang Yi. It was still early and there was no one in the bar. At noon or after six o'clock in the evening, this place is
The busiest thing is that on rainy days, unknown artists from the village will gather here, chatting and kicking, and some can stay for several hours.
"It's still early." Fang Yi threw another nut into his mouth and asked, "Is Artur here today?".
The landlady said to Fang Yi: "Not long after you left ten minutes before you came in, not only Mr. Artur Keshma also came. I heard that he went to the grass by the stream!".
"By the way, the announcement at the door is quite interesting. I read it once or twice and found that the price didn't change every time." Fang Yi asked casually.
The boss lady said: "The artists want the models to charge less, and of course the models want to charge more. After everyone discussed it, they decided on a price that is acceptable to both parties. It's like a labor union now.
It has become a habit."
Fang Yi was happy when he heard this. It was quite interesting that a painter in such a village could settle this matter with the model, and even formed a system spontaneously.
While drinking draft beer and eating nuts, he was chatting with the landlady like this. When the beer was finished, the palm-sized basket of nuts was turned upside down. Then Fang Yi took out his wallet from his pocket and counted two.
Put the note on the table: "No need to look for it!" After saying that, he raised his legs and walked towards the door.
After leaving the tavern, Fang Yi went to the street. From time to time, people greeted Fang Yi, and Fang Yi also smiled and nodded at them.
"Mr. Fang!" Fang Yi heard a voice, turned his head and saw a young black man standing not far away, holding an easel in one hand and a picture frame in the other, looking at him.
Seeing Fang Yi stop and look at him, the black young man was very happy. He immediately took two steps and came to Fang Yi. He put down the easel in his hand, wiped his hands on his body, and then reached out to Fang Yi:
"My name is Richard, bigfan!".
Bigfan! These two words can be picked up by Fang Yilai every time he walks around the village. As long as they see him, many people will say that they are his fans. He smiled and shook hands with this black guy.
"Sir, can you comment on my work?" Richard looked at Fang Yi with hope on his face. Not only many people in Richard's village wanted to be guided by Keshma and Rude, but also of course
Fang Yi. Because in the eyes of these unknown artists, these people are stars and masters in the eyes of ordinary people.
Richard saw that Fang Yi was in a good mood, so he asked casually. Most people here would not pester Fang Yi and others to comment on their works, and many people would not complain about Fang Yi's rejection.
It's just impolite or something, because everyone knows that people don't have the obligation to guide themselves. This has nothing to do with whether they are polite or not.
Fang Yi, who had obviously just drank some beer and eaten nuts, was very interested today: "If it's this painting, I wouldn't mind appreciating your work."
"That's it!" Richard said happily as soon as he heard it, and after speaking, he wanted to unfold his picture frame.
"There is a shade of tree over there. Oil paintings are not good in the sun." Fang Yi pointed to the shade of a tree a few steps away and walked over.
Richard put up his easel and followed Fang Yi to the shade of the tree, then put the painting on the easel for Fang Yi to look at.
For a moment, Fang Yi felt that the big fan that the black guy said was quite reliable. His works clearly had a linearist style, and were a bit biased towards his previous painting style. However, because he didn’t have the skills to draw,
It's a bit stiff and rigid.
"Not bad," Fang Yi said casually: "But the technique seems a bit stiff, some of the dissolved colors are not natural enough, and the complementary colors are used too heavily, making the colors on the canvas a bit darker."
Fang Yi was in high spirits today, so he explained in detail how to dissolve colors if he wrote by himself, and how to choose the brightness of complementary colors.
"Linearism is a bit too difficult for me when it comes to color," Richard said.
"No one can help you in this regard. The only way to solve this problem is to keep painting, painting one after another!" Fang Yi said with a smile.
Richard listened to Fang Yi's words carefully, repeated the words, then raised his head and said to Fang Yi: "Thank you!".
Fang Yi waved his hand and stepped out of the shade of the tree, walking towards the place the landlady said.
Fang Yi still doesn’t know that his light words have become the motto of Richard’s artistic career, and will be written down in the book by the black guy soon. Moreover, today’s scene will be remembered for decades. And it will be mentioned in the future.
He always had a solemn look on his face, and everyone could feel his respect and admiration for Fang Yi.