Even a strong to sharp person like Popile has a softness in his heart. When he touches this softness in his heart, he shows warmth, a kind of warmth that is rarely seen in this person.
That kind of tenderness. In front of this softness, Popile lowered his proud head. In front of his daughters, even in front of his grandchildren, what appeared was not the classicist artist Popile, but the
A kind grandfather who can meet all his requirements!
However, this artist with the aura of a grandfather soon received a court summons, prohibiting Bobil from contacting his eldest grandson Tomi. But it is a pity that the law cannot prevent a grandson from liking his grandfather, and don’t forget
Bobil's lawyers are not willing to work hard, and these hounds can easily take advantage of the loopholes.
The halo of grandfather still hangs over the third generation of Bobiel family!
Now Fang Yi is also touching the softness in his heart. The little meatball lying on a small crib in the baby room, which can't even speak, gives Fang Yi and his wife too much joy.
Unlike many young fathers who quickly feel headaches and suffering when their children make noises, Fang Yi may have suffered too many times and has the patience to deal with this little meat ball. On Fang Yi's painting cabinet is
There are photos of Zheng Yuan and Fang Rui lying side by side, and there are photos of his wife and son in his wallet. If you don’t see anyone, you can take them out and look at them with a smile.
Zheng Yuan did not undergo confinement as in the Chinese tradition. Instead, she went to bed three days after giving birth and began to recover under the guidance of a doctor. She started rehearsing with the orchestra a week later.
Fang Yi stood next to Xiao Lan, gently pushing the cradle while looking at the little Nu'er in the cradle with a smile. The little thing is now very fleshy, and the little arms and legs are all white and tender.
, the limbs are as long as little lotus joints. Fang Yi likes to see little things when they open their eyes. Fang Yi never gets tired of seeing the two black little eyes, but his son doesn’t open his eyes often, usually.
It is in a state of deep sleep.
The little boy who has just turned one month old has received so many blessings. There are many friends like Tao Yong in China. In the United States, there are not only the Keshima people, but also the Caviezel family, Michael Carson, and those in Paris.
Anders of the side and so on, of course
Liu Hongshuo, who is the master, also came, and senior brother Yan Daqi from Jingcheng. Xu Shize, who did not know whether he was the master's uncle or the master's uncle, also came. Even Fang Yi felt a little emotional when he saw these people. Unknowingly, he
Got to know so many people.
The door of the baby room was pushed open, Zheng Yuan walked in from the door, stood beside him and asked Fang Yi softly: "Is the little boy awake?".
"No." Fang Yi turned around and saw Zheng Yuan, and gently held his wife in his arms. Zheng Yuan leaned on Fang Yi and stretched out her hand to gently push her son's cradle with her husband: "I will be promoted to orchestra today.
I have a lifelong cello player, and my son brings me good luck!”.
"That's good." Fang Yi didn't know what the usefulness of this lifelong cellist was. But it still sounded cool. As for his son in the cradle, Fang Yi didn't want to think about it. Anyway, his wife said
If your son has done his best, then he will do his best.
After chatting for a while, the little baby in the cradle started howling. Just as Zheng Yuan was about to reach out, the door of the baby room was pushed open and Li Yunmei walked in: "Have you peed?".
While pushing the couple who had not come yet to reach out hurriedly, they pushed aside and picked up their grandson.
"My child has pooped, and I don't know how to use my hands and feet." Li Yunmei opened the diaper and immediately said to her daughter and son-in-law.
"We reached out in a hurry before we came, and you showed up." Zheng Yuan said, looking at the mother who was changing her grandson's diaper quickly. Fang Yi could only stay aside and smile bitterly. Now Yu Qin and Li Yunmei live in
Next door to the baby's room, the two of them took turns taking care of it 24 hours a day. Fang Yi and his wife had no way of getting involved in these matters.
As for raising grandchildren, these two have the right idea. They don't even allow the use of disposable diapers on the market. They say that the children's skin can't stand such junk products, which are not breathable. In short, there are a lot of things, and now the children
Nu'er's butt is covered with soft cotton skin.
Li Yunmei changed her grandson's dry diaper and put it back in the cradle. After playing with it for a while, she left the room with the diaper full of poop.
"Fortunately, my son's neck is not thin!" Fang Yi said, looking at his son with his eyes open.
Now the child has an jadeite Guanyin gift from his master Liu Hongshuo hanging around his neck. There is also a small silver longevity lock hanging around his neck. There are also small strings of small silver bells on his little hands and ankles. Whenever he moves, he will make a clear and sweet sound.
Sound. Now the little baby is dressed in Chinese style, with a small belly
There is a small red bag around the skin, and a Guanyin and a longevity lock are hung around the neck. The only thing that is out of place is that he wears a hat with bunny ears on his head, matching a chubby face. In addition, he has a closed
With his slitted eyes, Fang Yi looked like a little hooligan rabbit wearing a bellyband.
After listening to Fang Yi's words, Zheng Yuan chuckled softly, hugged her son in her arms and started to rock her gently. The little baby fell asleep again as soon as he closed his eyes after just a few shakes.
"Hey!" Fang Yi glanced at his son lying in the cradle and turned to Zheng Yuan and said: "He is so sleepy, how can I show any of my diligence!".
"How old is your son now? He's just one month old, which is the age when he's lethargic. He doesn't know how to be diligent." Zheng Yuan glanced at Fang Yi: "If you want him to inherit the father's legacy, wait until the child is older and educate him slowly."
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"It's hard!" Fang Yi thought for a moment, shook his head and said seriously: "It depends on what he likes." It's a little too early to have hope for his son now.
"Are you really not going to participate in the New York and Boston exhibitions later?" Zheng Yuan asked Fang Yi softly.
Fang Yi shook his head and said jokingly: "If there is anything interesting to participate in, we have to put on a show."
The New York exhibition and the Boston exhibition that Zheng Yuan mentioned refer to things after the October exhibition. These two cities are public exhibitions. Fang Yi has no interest in facing a group of people now, which makes the smile on his face squeeze into his cheeks.
It hurts. If you have this time, you might as well paint for a while at home, or look at your son's smiling face. What are you doing when you have nothing to do? At least I have no interest in showing my face this year. As for next year, let's talk about it next year.
Now it's not like a few years ago, when everyone was just an unknown person running around following art exhibitions. Not only Fang Yikshima and the others had no interest in going to New York for sightseeing, or being interviewed by a bunch of reporters. Only Anders
I am more willing to mess around, but it is not to go to New York, but to accept interviews in Paris from time to time.
After watching their son fall asleep, Fang Yi and Zheng Yuan left the baby room.
In the morning, as soon as Fang Yi left the room, he went to the baby room to take a look at his son as usual. When he opened his eyes, he stretched out his hand to play with his son. When he fell asleep, he stood next to the cradle and looked at his son with a smile for a while, and then started the day.
He wanted to exercise on horseback, and Zheng Yuan did the same thing before going out.
Now Fang Yi's little life is really about getting whatever he wants. When he is in a good mood, he is naturally diligent in going around. Now Fang Yi will go to the Painter's Village whenever he has something to do. If someone asks for advice, he will give them some guidance.
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Riding Mr. Meek, Fang Yi did not put the horse at Artur's farm, but rode directly to the side of the tavern. There was a new stable built here, which not only had a manger but also a groom who specialized in taking care of the horses.
I don’t know when a stable like this appeared in the Painter’s Village. It not only allowed Fang Yi to tie his horses, but also rented out the horses in the stable. The situation in the Painter’s Village now does not look like a modern society.
, four-wheeled cars are rare, but the man on horseback carrying an easel jumps out from time to time.
I've heard a saying before, one billion people, 900 million merchants, and 100 million people are waiting in the country. Now Fang Yi feels that the old Americans are similar. Zou Heming has these young artists in mind, and what about the American farmers and ranchers around him?
I also had the idea of these people, just like this stable for renting horses. I don’t know how the horse farm owner came up with this idea and came here to rent horses.
As for the rural people in the United States, let's put it this way, these people don't appear to be as lazy and crazy as ordinary Americans. These people are very hardworking, just like this stable. Every time Fang Yi comes to see it,
There is rarely horse manure in the stable, and even if there is, you will see the grooms shoveling it away as quickly as possible.
"Mr. Fang!" The groom saw Fang Yi approaching and immediately came to greet him.
Fang Yi got off the horse and threw the reins to the approaching groom. Then he said hello to the groom and walked towards the tavern.
I ordered a glass of beer and a snack as usual, and then listened to the proprietress talking about interesting things that happened in the painter's village. What interesting things can happen here? It's just which young man signed up for the gallery again, and whose work was sold.
Thousands of dollars or something. Or a young man with an average appearance found a beautiful girlfriend, or a female painter cheated on her, etc. In short, it's all such trivial things.
Fang Yi drank wine and ate, listening to the boss lady gossiping. It wasn't that Fang Yi liked hearing these things, but these things sounded a bit like country life, which gave Fang Yi a different feeling.
This feeling serves as a template. Fang Yi is thinking about his next work. He wants to express this tranquil and leisurely feeling in his next work. Of course, it is just an idea now and it is not ready for Fang Yi yet.
When I feel like I can put pen to paper.
After listening to the boss lady's gossip, Fang Yi paid for the drink and tipped him as usual, and then turned around and walked out of the tavern. But as soon as he turned around, something caught Fang Yi's eyes on the wall next to the door.
Of course it was a painting. The piece of work in front of him appeared in Fang Yi's mind along with the name of the person.