After a peaceful sleep, he once again enjoyed a delicious breakfast made by his mother. Although it was just ordinary porridge and steamed buns, Fang Yi ate it with gusto. Now Fang Yi felt that no matter the delicacies, there was nothing like what his mother had cooked.
The food tasted good. Most of the whole pot of rice porridge went into Fang Yi's stomach.
"I'm full! I can't eat any more," Fang Yi said, patting his bulging belly and looking at his mother as she put another bun for herself.
Just at this time, the phone at home rang. After answering it, Fang Guohua gestured to his son and said: "Zhu Zheng is here to pick you up. He has arrived at the gate of the community and asked if you want him to come in."
Fang Yi obeyed and stood up from the dining table: "Let me go out and take a few steps to eat!" After saying that, Fang Yi walked towards the door.
"Mobile phone! Mobile phone!" Yu Qin found that her son's mobile phone was still left on the dining table, and immediately picked it up and handed it to her son.
"I'm leaving! I won't be back for dinner tonight." Fang Yi took the phone and waved to his parents, then opened the door and walked out of the house.
When I arrived at the gate of the community, I saw Zhu Zheng in the car. This guy was sitting on it and waving to me.
"You actually came to carpool?" Fang Yi got in the car and found that Zhao Jie was also sitting in the car.
"Why should I drive when there's a driver on my way! Besides, I've been painting for almost a whole night," Zhao Jie said with a smile and a yawn.
The three of them sat in the car and drove towards the painter's village.
Fang Yi had been thinking about it for a while in the car. In fact, all he wanted to do was think about the tiger-headed look of classmate Xiaohu. But when he got to the door, he saw that nothing was normal outside. Not only was there no wreath, but there were four more wreaths.
Hua Lan looks like a store opening. If it weren't for the red stripe on the flower blue that says: Qingluo Xiaohu ascends to heaven, Fang Yi wouldn't believe it was a mourning hall.
"It's so unreliable!" Fang Yi opened the car door and walked out, saying as he walked.
"Brother Lu said that if the little tiger has a soul in heaven, he definitely doesn't want to see us with sad faces. He wants to see us happy. Please don't be sad, the little tiger has entered the kingdom of heaven to clear the way for everyone!" Zhu Zheng
Explained to Fang Yi.
Fang Yi shook his head after hearing this: "It's a shame he figured it out!".
"Brother Lu also said that if he leaves suddenly at any time, I will give him a show according to today's procedures. Don't make everyone look sad and pretend to have lost their wallet. He also wants to see it.
Until his friends happily sent him off to the last journey of his life," Zhao Jie explained as he followed Fang Yi with a smile on his face.
Fang Yi didn't know what to say. He could only say: "Hey!".
The mourning hall was located in Luo Xiaohu's studio. Luo Xiaohu was rich. Although he didn't have the money to sell his paintings, as a rich man who left a large inheritance to me, he was still very rich with the money to rent a studio.
As soon as he entered the studio door, Fang Yi couldn't help but burst into laughter. He couldn't help but laugh!
Facing the door, there is a photo of Luo Xiaohu. It is a very big photo. In the photo, Luo Xiaohu is naked. He is completely naked. Not only is he doing this, but he is also posing in a toned pose, making fists with both hands.
Holding it in front of the belly, showing off the chest muscles. That's all. There is a black lace women's bra hanging on the left shoulder. You can say that you can't help but laugh when you see such a posthumous photo.
"When was this photo taken?" Fang Yizhi didn't know what to say. He had never seen Xiaohu take such a photo before, so he had to turn to Zhu Zheng and ask.
Zhu Zheng did not answer, but Zhao Jie said: "Once, Xiaohu and Brother Lu, Brother Pang and Brother Lang were drunk and dizzy. It happened to be the day when we were painting models. The photo was taken when a few people were drunk and crazy. Not only
There are photos with movies inside them!”.
"One misstep will lead to eternal hatred!" Zhu Zheng said with a sigh.
Fang Yi said as he walked inside. After passing the big and weird photos of the deceased, he saw three people spreading a piece of cloth on the ground and playing cards with their bare backs. There was also a photo of Luo Xiaohu on the seat to the west.
Their faces were covered with notes, but the faces of the other three people were bare without a single note.
"Fang Yi! Here we come!" Tao Yong threw away a set of cards in his hand, then looked up and saw Fang Yi walking in, and said hello directly.
The remaining two people also raised their heads and said hello to Fang Yi.
Fang Yi looked at Lu Qikun, who was sitting opposite Tao Yong. He reached out and picked up the card in front of Luo Xiaohu's photo, glanced at it and said, "No!" Then he put down the card, looked at his own card, and then played.
A group.
"You are bullying people!" Fang Yi understood. These people were playing cards just to bully Luo Xiaohu into silence.
Lu Qikun glanced at Luo Xiaohu's photo and said: "Who told him not to speak! If he had the ability, he would jump over and fight on his own!".
"What's wrong with you at such a young age? Just imitate other people's racing skills!" Lang Yanguang, who was opposite Luo Xiaohu, said after flipping his cards.
"Okay! Let's play." Fang Yi raised his feet and headed inside. When he got inside, he found that these people had prepared a lot of things. And they were very high-quality, such as paper easels, drawing boards, and
Some plaster statues, Moses, David, etc., most
There are not many of these, but naked women, each with various postures. Although these things are not very similar, there are always five or six, which is better than ordinary people going to funerals.
When I was there, the burned paper figurines were much better.
The funniest thing is that there are five or six sports cars more than two meters long, including Lamborghini, Ferrari, and Bugatti. Each car has words written on it, such as "I hope there will be no traffic police in heaven and the roads in heaven will not be slippery."
There is no such thing as PetroChina in heaven.
Luo Xiaohu's urn is placed in the middle of these things, on a one-and-a-half-meter-high platform. Even the photo on the urn is extraordinary. Luo Xiaohu is lying naked on his side, posing like a model.
posture.
On the side of the ashes is a 50-inch wall-mounted color TV, which shows some videos of Luo Xiaohu. Luo Xiaohu on the TV has a smile on his face, showing some faces from time to time, and everyone is playing in the studio.
Noisy, a twenty
Luo Xiaohu, who was just in his early years, Lu Qikun, who was almost forty, Wang Hongqi, who was already over forty, and everyone in Wei Jin was happy and lively, Fang Yi soon saw himself in his own house
A scene of Luo Xiaohu teaching painting in the studio.
Fang Yi on the TV was talking about something to the canvas, and Luo Xiaohu listened carefully with a sullen face. Fang Yi didn't remember what he was talking about at that time, but he just recalled his time when he went to teach the students in Senior Sister Liu's cram school.
scene.
My name is Luo Xiaohu, and the face of a child with a head half the size of a tiger's head appeared in Fang Yi's mind. Then when he went to pick up Rude, this kid squatted on the ground and shouted about his teacher Fang. After thinking about it, Fang Yi
The eyes are a bit
His son was sore. In that class, Fang Yi liked this kid the most, and Luo Xiaohu also received the most attention from Fang Yi. If not for this, Fang Yi's character would not have gotten him out of the situation, and let him
Together with people like Lu Qikun.
"Don't be sad! What Lao Lu said makes sense. Now that everyone is gone, let's not be sad. Just be happy!" Wang Hongqi walked to Fang Yi's side and patted his friend on the shoulder: "Let's discuss it.
After a while, I collected Xiaohu’s works and held a personal exhibition!”
"Yeah, that's fine!" Fang Yi turned around and looked at Wang Hongqi and said.
He turned to look behind Wang Hongqi and asked: "Why haven't your girls and boys come over?".
"Can I let them come over like this?" Wang Hongqi pointed to the "luonv" models surrounded by paper and said.
After hearing this, Fang Yi squeezed out a smile on his face: "It's really inappropriate!" Wang Hongqi's daughter and son are now in their teens. It's not appropriate to bring them here. Lu Qikun put this funeral
It was very unconventional.
The studio is not big, so when we got here we looked up and saw that it was almost there. Fang Yi and Wang Hongqi casually found a place to chat. After chatting for a while, the two of them talked about their children.
"My daughter has no talent for painting. But my boy's talent is pretty good," Wang Hongqi said with a little pride, then looked at Fang Yi and said, "Now she is learning painting from Lu Qikun!".
"Your son is only thirteen years old! Now he is studying painting with Qi Kun? What about his studies?" Fang Yi asked curiously.
When Wang Hongqi heard Fang Yi talking about her son's studies, a bitter look appeared on her face immediately: "Don't mention his cultural achievements! Now in fifth grade, I am thankful to God that he has passed all the classes!".
"What are you two talking about?" Zhu Zheng walked up to the two of them with three pieces of small cantaloupe in his hand, and asked after sharing a piece with each of them.
"Where's Lao Wang's son?" Fang Yi said as he took a bite of the melon.
After hearing this, Zhu Zheng said: "Lao Wang's son is good and very talented. To be honest, he is more talented than me, and he also works hard at painting!".
Fang Yi nodded after hearing this. If Lu Qikun is willing to teach him, then this kid must be very talented.
"Actually, his painting has something to do with you!" Zhu Zheng said with a smile.
"Me?" Fang Yi asked, looking at Zhu Zheng and then at Wang Hongqi in confusion.
Wang Hongqi smiled and said: "This kid remembers the first time I went to your studio to see the scene when there was nothing at home. Not only was there a big house, but as soon as I opened the refrigerator, there were countless delicious foods. He said that at that time he wanted to
When I grow up, I want to live like Uncle Fang! Even now, you are his idol. In this regard, I am not as good as you, except for you, I am the best."
"Isn't this a snack?" Fang Yi joked with a smile.
Wang Hongqi and Zhu Zheng also laughed. After laughing, Wang Hongqi straightened up and said: "Qi Kun is now teaching the children to lay the foundation. He said that if he can reach a certain level, let me ask you to teach this child. If
If you don’t have that level, I won’t bother you. He will teach him himself. If you can take care of the child by then, I will ask you to take the time to guide him for a few years!" This makes it clear. Lao Wang wants to send the child to a kindergarten in the future.
When I came down from this big tree, I felt like licking the calf.
"Okay!" Fang Yi nodded and agreed. Fang Yi didn't have many reasons to refuse the invitation from friends. Moreover, Fang Yi believed in these friends. This is also a very understandable thing. If the child didn't have that kind of talent, he would follow Fang Yi.
Yi might as well follow Lu Qikun. Everyone knows that Fang Yi's techniques are too difficult and cannot be mastered by a person with even a basic knowledge. A child without talent cannot learn from Fang Yi if he is sent to Fang Yi.