Now I don’t know how proud Zou Heming is, and for this October exhibition, Zou Heming had to readjust his original plan. Not only did he have to give some quotas to the French Gallery, he also couldn’t use the quotas he had indiscriminately.
Why? With the name of Popile, the greatest contemporary classical artist has his first exhibition of new works, and now his October exhibition invitation is completely different from last year. As for next year? That is the two contemporary classical artists.
Showdown between masters of doctrine. Is there anything more exciting and eye-catching than this?
Of course Zou Heming was in a good mood. He happily arrived at the hotel and immediately asked the waiter to bring him the most expensive French meal. He ate lobster and drank red wine alone. After eating, he began to enjoy the nightlife of Paris.
When Zou Heming held a French girl with one arm, and a blonde stripper on Zou Heming's lap raised her firm and sexy buttocks, dazzling it in front of Zou Heming's eyes, the happy Zou Heming directly took out a hundred
The dollar was stuffed into the waistband of the girl's hot pants, and then she lightly patted her lips against the temptation.
Zou Heming is surrounded by beauties, so beautiful.
Bobile was not so happy. After Zou Heming left, the old boy moved a stool and pulled an easel and placed it in front of Fang Yi's work. After thinking for a while, he started to draw two strokes on the empty canvas. See
From this look, you can tell that Popile wants to crack the light technique in Fang Yi's works.
Although Fang Yi's principle is very simple, even if I tell you the principle, as long as I don't tell you how to draw it, it will be difficult for you to guess how to draw it, because the principle is a principle after all, and it is difficult to draw it.
It should be a geometric multiple.
If Fang Yi knew now that Bobile was scratching his head and looking at his work, trying to understand but not understanding his expression, he would immediately laugh like Zou Heming: You, an old boy, are still here today! I think back then, Fang Yi
The way he was when he was surrounded by the realism expressed in Popile's works, now Popile is like Fang Yi at that time, thinking of an idea and painting on his canvas.
Eh~! A cry like constipation came out of his mouth. Bobil covered his head with both hands, bent down slightly, then clenched his fists and placed them on both sides of his bent legs. Another way was rejected by Bobil
, this made Popile very unhappy. His whole body seemed to have spikes, and he was walking around the studio with his hands behind his back, like a large coypu in heat.
At about the same time, it was not only Popile who was walking around, but also Fang Yi. However, Fang Yi was not as unhappy as Popile was because of constipation. Instead, he was squatting in the corridor of the hospital with a trace of worry.
, and it is accompanied by a little bit of sweetness. From time to time, I look up at a closed door.
Not only was Fang Yi at the door, but also sitting on the chairs in the corridor waiting were Yu Qin, Li Yunmei, Zheng Xianguo and Fang Guohua, plus Fang Guozhong's family, almost all of the big family was present except for the raindrops. Zheng Yuan had already been
The delivery room has been moved forward, and every member of the big family is looking forward to the birth of a new life.
"You are wandering around like this, why don't you go in and accompany me?" Yu Qin was also very nervous, but she still felt unhappy when she saw her son wandering around.
Before pushing Zheng Yuan into the delivery room, the doctor asked Fang Yi if he wanted to go in to accompany his wife. However, Fang Yi felt a little stage fright at this time, and Zheng Yuan was not willing to let Fang Yi go in to accompany her, because her mother Li Yunmei said
As the old saying goes, it is unlucky for a man to enter the delivery room.
Fang Yi scratched his head: "It's not that I don't want to go in, but I don't dare to go in." Watching Zheng Yuan give birth to a child, Fang Yi was a little timid. Even when he was standing at the door, the slight sound of Zheng Yuan's shouts coming from the door made Fang Yi scared.
Yi was a little frightened, let alone going in.
"Look at your cowardice." Liu Tingzhi looked at his nephew and said with a smile: "Don't worry, it will be fine in a while."
He walked back and forth for more than half an hour. His legs would have been sore from walking at this pace before, but now Fang Yi didn't feel anything at all.
At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, and the doctor who had entered earlier came out. Now the eyes of a group of people were focused on the doctor.
"It's a boy. Everything is going well. You can see it later," the doctor said.
After listening to Fang Nan's translation, Yu Qin immediately raised her hands, clasped her hands together, looked above her head and muttered, "Thank you, Buddha, Master." The same was true for Li Yunmei and Liu Tingzhi.
Everyone started shaking hands with the doctor and saying thank you. Although he didn't understand, the foreign doctor smiled and nodded and shook everyone's hands.
Waiting for Zheng Yuan to be pushed back to the ward, Fang Yi couldn't get close to him at all. Four women had already surrounded Zheng Yuan's bed, and Fang Yi could only stand at the foot of the bed, grinning.
Smiling mouth.
"Finally, we have a new member of the family!" Fang Guozhong said to his younger brother Fang Guohua with a smile, "The little boy is finally here safely."
Xiao Ru'er is the name of Fang Yi's son. His nickname is Fang Ru, given by his uncle Fang Guozhong. It means that the horse is not willing to give up after the cross, and he hopes that the child will be perseverant and perseverant in the future. Although the horse means a bad horse,
, but Fang Guohua and Zheng
Xianguo likes this name very much. He believes that the most important thing for a person is to have noble qualities, and his own starting point is not too important. Fang Yi is also very happy. Fang is always bigger than he thought, and Fang Er is much more advanced. As for Fang Yi,
The girl's name was not used.
Soon, a little nurse came over with a cart and placed a child next to Zheng Yuan. Zheng Yuan looked at the child's gentle face and gently pulled the blanket wrapped around the child.
The little nurse left too fast, and the child was wrapped. Fang Yi didn't come. He was anxious to see his son's little face clearly, but it was blocked by the mother and other people.
"This child looks like his father, not like my daughter when she was a child." Li Yunmei looked at her grandson and said with a smile to Yu Qin next to her.
Yu Qin nodded in agreement and said: "It's true, he looks exactly the same as Fang Yi when he first landed! The whole little face seems to be made from the same mold."
Liu Tingzhi smiled and said: "Lao Fang's wife is at a disadvantage in this regard. As long as the child is born, he will definitely look like his father. If nothing else, just look at the child's father and his face.
At first glance, he was Fang Guohua’s son. Besides, when I went to his uncle’s office when I was a child, I stopped at the door, and the janitor in the reception room asked if he was here to see the junior high school!”
Haha. A group of women's chuckles immediately came from all around. Fang Yi was still looking at his son with his head stretched out, but the four heads were tightly surrounded, so how could Fang Yi see it.
"Let Xiaoyi go over and see what you guys are doing around here," Fang Guozhong said happily looking at his wife and daughter.
"Yes! Yes!" The happy Liu Tingzhi raised her head and waved to her nephew: "Come here and see the Fang family's little baby."
Fang Yi briskly raised his feet and walked to the head of the bed. He glanced at the child's little face. Then he scratched his head and looked at his mother and asked, "The child looks like me? Are you sure he doesn't look like Zheng Yuan when he was a child?".
Now how could Fang Yi see how this wrinkled child looked like him? Not only was his little face wrinkled, but there was also a blush on his face. There was a lot of hair on his head, divided into a few strands and scattered listlessly. If it weren't for
Fang Yi is an atheist. Maybe he doubts that his baby can spit out fire when he opens his mouth. This little face is red.
"If you don't believe me, wait until I get back and I'll show you a photo of you shortly after you were born," Yu Qin said, "The small nose, small eyes, and open eyes are so attractive!".
Turning his attention to the small package, and looking at his son's face again, Fang Yi felt at a glance that the child was indeed as happy as his mother said. It looked much more pleasing to the eye, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.
pretty.
Looking at Zheng Yuan, Fang Yi could only giggle. Zheng Yuan was also amused by Fang Yi's current appearance and burst into laughter. Then Yu Qin and others naturally looked at the young couple and started laughing too.
Everyone was happy with this smile, but the newborn baby was not happy anymore. He opened his mouth and started crying without any teeth yet.
Zheng Yuan quickly picked up her son and shook her son gently while saying: "Don't cry anymore, stop crying, oh. oh!".
However, Zheng Yuan's voice didn't seem to work very well, and the little kid still closed his eyes tightly and howled loudly at the top of his lungs.
"Give me the child," Yu Qin said to Zheng Yuan, and then took the child from Zheng Yuan's hand. For some reason, the child stopped crying as soon as it reached Yu Qin's arms and closed her eyes.
It became quiet.
"You made the child uncomfortable when you held him"
Yu Qin held the child for a while and handed it to Li Yunmei. Li Dongmei held it for a while and handed it to Liu Tinghuo. Then when the message reached Fang Yi, the child started howling again. Yu Qin immediately took the grandson over.
Then he glared at his son Fang Yi.
After despising her son, Yu Qin turned her face to her grandson's face and immediately put on her grandma's kind smile: "Look, the crying is so loud. The little boy is much better than his father when he was a child."
As soon as he said this, Fang Yi's cell phone rang. This was great, and Wazi opened his mouth and howled again.
"Get out! I don't know how to turn off my cell phone." Yu Qin glanced at her son unfavorably.
Fang Yi had no choice but to run to the corner of the corridor and answer the phone. The call was from Qu Gu asking about Fang Yi's situation.
"It's a boy. Everything is safe." Fang Yi said happily: "My mother said he looks exactly like me when I was a child."
"Congratulations!" Qu Gu said happily after hearing this: "When the child is one month old, Su Meng and I will go over to see the child." After chatting for a few words, he hung up the phone.
Fang Yi simply didn't wait for others to come and took the phone number and started calling one by one in order. The joy of being a new father informed his friends one by one. This call took more than half a day.
The hour was over, Fang Yi put away the phone and returned to the room.
As for the phone call with Zou Heming, when I found out that my work would be hung together with Bobiel's in the October Exhibition, I didn't feel uncomfortable at all. Just put them together. How could I have the time to care about Bobiel's work now?
The old face, even the face of his son crying was much more pleasing to the eye than that face. At this time, Fang Yi was so happy that he only knew how silly Fang Yi could still think about the physical flaws on his canvas, or the ways in which he was better than Bobile.
Now that wrinkled little face is like his best work. One look at it makes you like it more, and you will never tire of it.
When Fang Yi returned to the room again, he saw that his son had been taken away by the nurse, leaving only a group of people chatting animatedly. Fang Yi stood directly at the door, looking at the faces of his mother and father.
With a smile on his face, he thought of his son again, and felt warm in his heart.