How could Fang Yi have thought of this? It was just a casual sentence, but this sentence can be regarded as Fang Yi's own feelings. Talent is essential when it comes to painting, but talent alone is not enough, and diligence is also
A very important point. Take Fang Yi himself as an example. Even with the help of things in his mind, Fang Yi would not be where he is now without his diligence. Having something in his mind does not mean that he will have it in his hands immediately.
No matter which master or master, everyone has gone through this. From unfamiliarity to mastery and then to familiarity, they can use it at will. Just like the saying of the oil seller: There is no such thing, only what you are familiar with!
Of course, Fang Yi, who was walking on the country path, was not thinking about this. Instead, he casually picked up a grass stem and put it in his mouth. While blowing the small wind carrying the fragrance of the trees, he looked at both sides of the path.
Looking at the lush shrubs and trees, looking at the sunlight shining through the whirling leaves on the ground, not to mention the relaxation and nature in my heart.
When they reached the end of the path, Fang Yi's sight suddenly opened up. There were more than a dozen parasols of various colors growing on the grass like beautiful mushrooms.
Keshma and Artur are both here. The two are standing in front of an easel. There are seven or eight heads surrounding each person. The two are gesticulating and talking.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Fang Yi thought of a scene for no reason, his high school studio! At this time, Keshma and Artur looked like himself and Wang Qiluo at that time, and a feeling of kinship suddenly came over him.
born.
"Yi! You came just in time." Keshima looked at Fang Yi who was slowly approaching and waved his hand as a greeting: "Come and take a look at this work."
After hearing what Keshma said, Fang Yi walked towards the easel, and the seven or eight heads in front of the easel immediately moved aside, making way for Fang Yi.
"It's very thoughtful," Fang Yi nodded after taking a look at it. This painting is a bit interesting and very casual, but there is a brightness in this casualness, which makes people feel the author's state of mind when he painted.
Of course, judging from the canvas, there is a trace of linearism in the artist's painting style. However, this does not mean that the artist paints linearism. In terms of painting style, this artist's painting style is more like surrealism.
After commenting on the painting for a while, Keshma and Fang Yi came to a piece of plaid cloth spread on the grass, took out a can of beer from the refrigerator they brought and threw it into Fang Yi's hand: "What do you think of their
How is the level?".
"It's not bad," Fang Yi said. The standards of these people are really good. Judging from the few works that Fang Yi took a look at, the standards are much better than Fang Yi thought. The foundation of these students is also very solid. There is no ordinary
Foreign students who study painting only focus on style. When it comes to style, they have a clear understanding of the basics, but they can't grasp it.
"You are so fierce, do you really want to have a showdown with Anders?" Fang Yi looked at Keshima and said. The two of them seemed to Fang Yi to be possessed by a kind of demon, although they didn't meet much now.
They had a quarrel, but they both held back their inner strength and believed that what they were drawing was the linearist future. For this reason, they both gathered a group of people, as if they wanted to prove that their momentum was greater.
In Fang Yi's opinion, there is nothing to argue about. I don't know why the two of them couldn't figure it out. I guess Anders, who is far away in Paris, also has the same virtue.
"I used to think so, but now it's not just this." Keshma looked at the dozen heads around and said, "It's very happy to paint with them, and it feels so simple and pure."
Fang Yi smiled when he heard what Kexima said. He knew in his heart that being with these people is not only about pure happiness, but more importantly, gaining a lot of admiration from them. Everyone has this shortcoming, not just Kexi.
Ma Lianfangyi himself couldn't escape. He was very happy when others praised him. When others scolded him, he felt unhappy and his face naturally dropped.
After drinking a can of wine, Keshma returned to his easel and started sketching. Fang Yi continued to wander around here. If someone asked him some questions about his technique, Fang Yi would stop and look carefully.
I would tell people about it and give two demonstrations from time to time.
With the first one came the second one. Then every time Fang Yi came to an easel, he would stop for a moment, either to comment on the painting or to demonstrate a technique.
However, Fang Yi felt a little regretful. No one here surprised him. In other words, after reading these people's works, no one's name jumped out of his mind. However, this little anticipation did not stop Fang Yi.
Happiness, the satisfaction of being consulted and being a teacher.
For several days in a row, Fang Yi hid in the Painter Village during the day, hanging out with Keshma Artur and a bunch of unknown artists. At noon, they would have a meal together or go to the bar to have a drink or something.
. In short, it is as simple and happy as Keshma said. In the evening, he will return home and his studio to complete his three works.
After waiting for his mother and others to leave, Fang Yi devoted most of his energy to painting.
As soon as he returned to China, Fang Guozhong became 'sick' and quickly told his superiors that he needed to recuperate and relieve himself of the burden on his shoulders. This request immediately caught Fan Qiyuan off guard, and he had no time or energy to take Fang Guozhong's vacant seat.
get
In his hand, it was taken by others. Of course, Fang Guozhong did not give up his job in vain. The seats under his butt were given to a few people close to him to stabilize his position. He gave up such an important seat. How could he give up such an important seat for nothing?
You must have an explanation for your own people.
Fang Yi, who was squatting in the studio, didn't know that his uncle had been striving for stability and progress in his life. As soon as he returned to the country, he made a vigorous move and disrupted several aspects of the square. Of course, these official affairs in the future will follow Fang Yi.
The Yi family has nothing to do with each other.
"Mom! What's the matter with you? You don't have to call me every day. You drink every day." Fang Yi heard the phone and wanted to pick it up and connected it. Then he said this, then he held the phone and sat in the studio facing it.
Zheng Yuan, who was practicing the piano, opened her mouth to indicate that it was her mother who was calling.
Upon hearing this, Zheng Yuan quickly waved her hand to indicate to Fang Yi that she was not here. Now both Fang Yi and Zheng Yuan were driven crazy by their mother, but they had no time to get angry because they were all dear to me.
"Zheng Yuan went to rehearse." Sure enough, Yu Qin asked about her daughter-in-law in the next sentence.
"Your uncle has retired from the second line and will be transferred back to Shicheng in a few days." This time Yu Qin was not here to urge his son to take supplements, but to talk about Fang Guozhong.
Upon hearing this, Fang Yi immediately said happily: "It's great to have retired. I will have more time at home from now on."
Upon hearing this, Yu Qin said on the other end: "What do you know, kid? Do you think your uncle is lazy like you? He has been busy all his life. Do you know that many people are not in a good mood when they retire, and their health is also bad?
After stepping down, your aunt is worried about this matter now, fearing that your uncle will feel lonely after stepping down!"
Needless to say, Fang Yi's temperament? He can draw, has enough money, and his wife and children are a hot bed. The only dissatisfaction about his current life is that he has a few little brains at home. But it doesn't mean that Fang Yi doesn't understand that some
He is still like an uncle, who is considered to be in an important position. After he retired, there was no traffic in front of the door, and he felt a sense of disparity.
"Isn't this simple?" Fang Yi said: "Tell your aunt to let them go back to Shicheng and live in my studio instead of living in the compound. Next door is the home of Mr. Zhang Chenglin. The old man is humorous and has a good temperament.
It can definitely relieve the uncle's sense of loss, and then I've prepared a gift for him!"
"Do you have any other ideas? Can you tell me?" Yu Qin asked strangely. She called her son just to talk about it, but she didn't expect her son to have any other plans.
Fang Yi laid an ambush for his mother: "You will know later. Anyway, you and your aunt asked them to live in my studio."
Fang Yi was mentally prepared for his uncle to retire. To others, his uncle was just an uncle. To Fang Yi, Fang Guozhong was both his uncle and his father. Once he understood that his uncle really wanted to retire, of course he had to do his best to make his uncle retire.
Life has been better since I came down.
Although Fang Yi's temperament is a bit cold and he doesn't care about the affairs of outsiders, he is still willing to think more about his family.
Liu Tingzhi and Fang Guozhong started to pack up their things and move back to Shicheng. They didn't have much to bring with them, just some books and some odds and ends, and even the furniture didn't belong to either of them.
Fang Guozhong looked at the family portrait drawn by his nephew that had been placed next to the cardboard box. He stared at it blankly without saying a word.
Liu Tingzhi said: "Are you reluctant to let go?".
"It's strange to be willing to give up." Fang Guozhong sighed: "But this time it's dangerous. Even if I dodge it once, I can't dodge it the next time. My arms can't twist my thighs. Why should I try hard if I know this is the result?"
Son, it’s not worth taking such a big risk to fight.”
After saying that, he couldn't help but laugh again, and turned to comfort his wife: "After working hard for most of my life, it's time to relax a little. Let's enjoy ourselves. During the Chinese New Year, I will accompany you to watch the Spring Festival Gala!" He said
Wan took his wife's hand and patted it: "Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Let's live quietly from now on."
At this time, the door was pushed open, and Fang Guozhong's current secretary walked in: "Secretary Fang, the car is here."
"Move!" Fang Guozhong said with a wave of his hand to his secretary.
Watching things being loaded into the car one after another, Fang Guozhong glanced at the empty living room covered with gray cloth, turned to his secretary and said, "When you get to your new seat, remember one word: "steady."
After saying that, he raised his feet and walked towards the door.
When the car arrived at Fang Guozhong in Shicheng, it did not drive towards the courtyard, but directly towards his nephew's studio. This time Fang Guozhong listened to his nephew's suggestion and refused the arrangement of the small building in the courtyard and moved to the painter's village.