Fang Guozhong got off the car and took a look at his nephew's studio. Before he could say anything, the courtyard door opened.
Tao Yong walked out and looked at Fang Guozhong and could tell at a glance that this was the uncle of his good friend Fang Yi, not to mention that Fang Guohua, whom he knew, was standing next to him at this time.
"Uncle Fang, the whole upstairs and downstairs have been sorted out." Tao Yong said with a smile and put a bunch of keys in Fang Guozhong's hand: "Go in and take a look."
At this time, Yu Qin smiled and said to Liu Tingzhi: "This kid! I originally said that I would come over to clean up, but who knew that he wouldn't let me come over? He said that he had a surprise for his uncle. Now his friends Tao Yong and others are helping to organize it.
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Although these words were spoken to Liu Tingzhi, Fang Guozhong was only standing far away, so of course he heard these words clearly. He turned to Fang Guohua with a smile and said, "Let's go in! Let's go in and take a look."
Tao Yong said: "Uncle, you go in. I won't accompany you if I have something to do here. If you need anything, just go to us down the slope. You're welcome."
Fang Guozhong wanted to persuade him to stay, but seeing that Tao Yong was really troubled, he said thank you and watched Tao Yong leave.
As soon as the two Fang Guozhong brothers entered the yard, Fang Guozhong felt nothing, but Fang Guohua felt that the yard had changed a lot. It used to be an empty yard as far as the eye could see, but now there were several flower shelves filled with flowers.
Plants in pots make the whole yard look very comfortable.
The most eye-catching thing in this yard is not the flowers and plants, but a car, the same as the one Fang Yi is using now, except the color is changed to black, a brand new black Bentley. There are also red ropes tied to the two rearview mirrors.
Son, at first glance, it looks like a new car that I just picked up.
"This kid" Fang Guohua smiled, shook his head, and explained to his brother.
Fang Guozhong had a smile on his face after hearing this. He said with a bit of melancholy: "We are old. Now we let the younger generation make the decision. I just enjoy it."
Without waiting for Fang Guohua to answer, Fang Nan who followed him looked at the car and said jokingly: "Tiedan is a gift from this car. What should I, a poor man, give me?".
Liu Tingzhi looked at her daughter and said with a smile: "Xiaoyi is already married, but you are still so stubborn! Just give me a few mouths, and just bring your family here for a meal if you have nothing to do!".
"That's not okay!" Fang Nan took Liu Tingzhi's arm and said to Fang Guozhong in front: "Dad, I will leave it to you to pick up the rain after school sometimes."
Liu Tinghuo smiled: "His grandparents didn't go to pick him up, so he asked your dad to come all the way to pick him up?"
"Where did his grandparents drive this car?" Fang Nan continued to adjust the atmosphere jokingly. Not for anything else but to make his father happy.
"I'll pick him up, I'll pick him up!" Fang Guozhong laughed out loud after hearing this: "The raindrops are already so heavy. As a grandpa, I haven't picked up my children from school once. If you are busy with this in the future,
Just leave your son to me."
After saying that, Fang Guozhong strode into the yard. After walking two steps, he saw a fluffy puppy with a red ribbon tied around its neck. The bell hanging on the ribbon made a clear tinkling sound.
He ran towards him. He was not afraid of people and just sniffed around the feet of brothers Fang Guozhong and Fang Guohua.
Fang Guozhong squatted down, stretched out his hand to touch the puppy, and then felt the puppy's warm tongue brushing his hand twice. Suddenly, his eyes became hot, and he said directly to his younger brother standing next to him without raising his head: "
This kid has a heart!".
After saying this, he played with the puppy for more than two minutes before he stood up. Standing up, Fang Guozhong returned to his original appearance, waiting for the Fang Guozhong brothers to walk around upstairs and downstairs, and everything in the car was gone.
Moved down.
And Fang Yi's arrangement came true. He asked the uncle to stay back and plant flowers and raise dogs. From time to time, Zhang Chenglin would come and play around. After getting familiar with it, Fang Guozhong even learned ink painting from Zhang Chenglin, two or three times a week.
Went to pick up Xiao Yudian'er. According to Xiao Yudian'er's teacher, Fang Guozhong was not Secretary Fang but Fang Yu's grandfather.
As soon as the teacher sees Fang Guozhong coming to pick up his granddaughter, he will say hello with a smile, and then say Fang Yu’s grandfather. From this sentence, he will introduce Yudian’s life and study at school to Fang Guozhong. At this time, Fang Guozhong will always calm down and smile.
Listen.
Now in the whole big family, only Fang Guohua and Zheng Yuan are the only ones who work like they are at work. The rest of them live a normal and comfortable life.
Fang Yi's main focus is on his three works. He also spends two days a week to sit in the tavern in the painter's village and give these unknown artists some technical guidance. Anyway, his days are
It went very smoothly.
What makes the family most happy is that a little life is about to be born in this young family. Less than two months after the family left, Zheng Yuan became pregnant. The new life made the family smile from ear to ear with joy.
This is especially true for Fang Yi and Zheng Yuan.
Standing in front of his easel, Fang Yi finished applying the last layer of varnish. After more than a year, the three works finally revealed their true colors.
Taking a long breath, Fang Yi put down the brush in his hand, wiped his hands, stepped back and looked at the works placed in front of the easel, looked at them carefully, and then nodded with satisfaction.
While Fang Yi was looking at the canvas, the door of the studio was pushed open, and Zou Heming walked in with Xiao Pao'er. As soon as he entered the door, he said to Fang Yi: "Is it done?".
"It's done!" Fang Yi looked back at Zou Heming and said.
Looking up at the two works, Zou Heming knew without Fang Yi's need to answer that Fang Yi had really taken a big step forward this time, and that the classical works were revitalized in Fang Yi's hands.
"Look at it yourself first. The varnish on the left was just applied today, don't touch it! I'm going to look at my wife." After saying that, Fang Yi took off his work clothes, leaving Zou Heming to look at the painting, while he
Returning to Zheng Yuan's side, he leaned against his wife's swollen belly and listened to the movements of the baby with his own blood. It seemed that every time this unborn little life kicked off, it could bring endless joy to the family.
Zou Heming stood in front of the easel. He couldn't hear what Fang Yi said. He waved his hand and started looking at it blankly. As soon as Fang Yi left, he opened the cloth cover covering the work on the far right. Now he placed it
The most striking feature of the three works in front of me is light.
Lines, the three works do not seem to be shapes shaped by three sides of light, backlight and highlight, but the whole picture is filled with that kind of natural and soft light, and that ubiquitous sense of light seems to appear so naturally.
In front of Zou Heming's eyes, the effect was so amazing.
So much so that Zou Heming felt that what was in front of him was not a painting, but an open window. Through this window, he saw the scene on the canvas, so vivid and incredible.
The first painting on the right, which was covered with a curtain just now, is called "National Memorial" and shows the Shicheng Massacre. However, Fang Yi did not choose to reproduce the bloody scene like most people did, but chose to excavate it.
In the scene of mass graves, there are no bones on the canvas, nor the disgusting faces of the Japanese soldiers, nor their atrocities, only dots of white and dazzling white stars all over the pits.
On the canvas, five people in different clothes were holding shovels or pickaxes in their hands. They did not make any movements, they just stood so quietly against the backlight, looking at the large pit only a few steps away from them.
There is no light in the big pit, only the deep black soil, and the small pieces of white human bones exposed in the soil. In the middle of the bottom of the canvas, there is a stiff and yellow bone.
The broken little coat was exposed, with only a small circle left. A slender little hand passed through the small circle. The withered hand bones were stretched out, and the small hand was only less than one centimeter.
Another big hand bone is exposed at a distance. The two hand bones, one big and one small, are just within reach, but there is an insurmountable gap above the canvas at this small distance.
Only a corner of the mass grave can be shown on the canvas. The sides of the mass grave are all flat on the canvas, and it seems to be an endless river bank of human bones. There is no sunlight, no light and shadow in the pit, only the dazzling white stars dotted all over the canvas.
And two hand bones, one big and one small. The black soil soaked with human flesh and blood breeds boundless darkness and heart-wrenching sadness.
One third of the picture is gray and black, and the upper two thirds are golden yellow filled with sunlight. The shining sunlight is so dazzling that it is so bright that it is difficult to see the five people standing by the pit.
Faces, these golden rays of light pass through the outlines of the five people, but no longer shine into the gray-black pit. The five people bathed in the golden sunshine are like
The five sculptures are thick and sturdy. The picks and shovels are hanging in front of them, but the hand holding the wooden handle seems to be holding the hilt of the long sword. The only one who has no tools in his hand has his hand turned into a fist.
On both sides of the body, the face cannot be seen clearly, so it is impossible to tell the expression, but through these hands, the anger on the canvas is still unmistakable.
Half hurt and half angry, but without the nagging accusations, the two emotions merged together and struck Zou Heming's heart like a hammer.
"A great work," Zou Heming murmured as he looked at the work.
When Zou Heming turned his attention to the middle work, he couldn't help but smile again on his face. If the previous work was about suppressed decay and anger, this one was like a ray of fresh spring water. Zou Heming even found something on the canvas.
own image.
This work depicts some of Fang Yi’s friends, including Zou Heming, of course people like Keshma and Anders are also indispensable, and then there are also Michael Carson and Qu Gu, who is now known as a Canadian Chinese artist.
The last one is Fang Yi’s actor friend James Caviezel in Los Angeles.
It is a group portrait. These people are walking on the forest path. They have different expressions and want to be expressive. You can know each person's character at a glance. On the canvas, Qu Gu and Keshma are talking about something as if no one is watching. Al
Tuer half bent over and stretched out his hand towards Fang Yi's pet dog Round Head. Fang Yi himself was gesticulating with Caviezel, and Caviezel was smiling warmly.
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The whole group portrait is simple and clear, capturing the personality characteristics of each person. The theme is friendship, and that kind of indifferent and bright friendship fills the entire work. (To be continued...)