Riding Mr. Meek, Fang Yi arrived at the door of the tavern as usual, threw the reins to the stable manager, and then entered the tavern.
"Fang! Why are you here so early today?" Without Fang Yi saying anything, the landlady placed beer and a small basket of nuts in front of Fang Yi.
Fang Yi pinched a nut and put it in his mouth: "Come out early and relax! It's also a way to move your body to avoid getting rusty!". Now he has the matter of his wife looking like a painting, and the remaining time is
They were all busy wondering what Popile's painting would look like, and Fang Yi couldn't muster much interest in creating the next one.
"Your new friend is also a painter?" the landlady asked Fang Yi.
"Which friend? The one who came with me the day before yesterday?" Fang Yi asked and looked at the landlady and nodded and said: "He is not, now he is an unemployed vagrant, temporarily living at Rude's place!".
After speaking, he asked the landlady: "Why are you asking him?".
The landlady felt a little embarrassed after hearing this. She took out a printed picture from under the bar, pointed at the person on it and said to Fang Yi: "I think he looks very much like the person in the picture!".
Fang Yi could tell at a glance that it was a notice with a murderer and robber printed on it.
Looking at the person above, Fang Yi said to the landlady: "The person above is very different from my friend's appearance!" After speaking, he stretched out his hand and gestured: "His face is much wider than my friend's face.
!”. I don’t know what the boss lady’s eyes are like. Although the person in the photo has similar hairstyle to Li Yuncong, the difference between the face is quite big.
"What's wrong? Want to collect a bounty?" Fang Yi took a sip of beer and asked jokingly to the landlady: "Isn't it because all the money from selling the paintings has been spent?".
"No!" the landlady said with a smile: "It's not of much use!".
Fang Yi put down his wine glass and asked the proprietress: "I just don't understand why you still run this tavern when you have money. Why don't you sell it out and just use the money to have fun?"
"You have enough money to spend your whole life, why do you still need to paint?" the landlady asked Fang Yi in return.
Fang Yi laughed after hearing this: "That's right! That's right, I shouldn't ask this question!" After speaking, he happily picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
The landlady also said cheerfully to Fang Yi: "Actually, what's the point of staying at home? It's better to come here and take care of the bar! Although this is a bit tiring, when I get back home, I feel that the day has been solid! If there is nothing to do during the day,
, on the contrary, I feel that people are not energetic at the end of the day.”
The income of millions did not bring much change to the landlady's family, except for a new pickup truck. Anyway, Fang Yi didn't notice any changes. Passing by their house, it was still the same house and small farm.
"I think your family has an extra million in income, and it seems that life has not changed much from before!" Fang Yi pointed at himself with his finger at this point: "When I had some money at that time, I spent it on the house and enjoyment...
".Then he talked to the landlady about building his own house.
While the two were talking, Fang Yi saw two people sitting side by side not far from him out of the corner of his eye. Naturally, he raised his head, and Fang Yi saw an Asian-looking man having sex with a Latin American-looking man.
Sit together.
Seeing the Asian man turn his head and meet his eyes, Fang Yi couldn't help but smile at him. Then he raised his drink and gestured.
"Fang Yi!" The young Asian man couldn't help but froze when he saw Fang Yi's face, and then blurted out a kind of Mandarin that was not very standard. However, it was obvious that this man felt that he was being abrupt as soon as he spoke, and he hurriedly
Slid down from the high chair.
He walked to Fang Yi and bowed his head slightly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fang! I'm so surprised to see you!".
"It's okay!" Fang Yi smiled, stretched out his hand to this person, and shook it lightly.
"Where are you from? Your Mandarin sounds a little weird to me!".
"I am a Malay Chinese," the man said immediately, "my name is Gu Liangxun."
"Miss Xun?" Fang Yi couldn't help but ask after listening to Gu Liangxun's introduction. He thought that the name was quite strange. "Miss Xun?"
Gu Liangxun immediately waved his hands and said: "No! No! It's not Miss Xun, it's Gu Liangxun!".
Fang Yizhong's explanation is the same as no explanation. It's all about girls looking for him.
"The ancient of Gu Long, the good of kindness, the training of discipline." Gu Liangxun explained all three words of his name to Fang Yi.
Now Fang Yi understood. It turned out that this boy was called Gu Liangxun and not Miss Xun.
"Tony! I have something to do and I have to leave first." Gu Liangxun's friend came over to say hello to him, then waved to Fang Yi, then turned and left.
The topic between Fang Yi and Gu Liangxun had already opened up, and they just sat and chatted. Fang Yi was quite interested in the life of Chinese in Southeast Asia and asked Gu Liangxun a lot of things.
"What is happening in Malaysia is not anti-Chinese. That was all in the last century." Gu Liangxun explained to Fang Yi in detail.
Fang Yi doesn't really want to go to Malaysia. Now Fang Yi is just curious and wants to know about the living conditions of Chinese people in Southeast Asia through chatting with Gu Liangxun. Isn't it also limited to understanding? Should Fang Yi go? So Fang Yi is
You must never go there. Even if you say it is like a paradise on earth, Fang Yi will not go there.
Gu Liangxun gave Fang Yi a good impression. He was very polite and his conversation was very elegant. Even when he chatted in Chinese here in the United States, he would not mix in some English words from time to time. He always spoke English in English.
When speaking Chinese, there is not a single English word.
Fang Yi really appreciates this. What Fang Yi hates most is when someone speaks Chinese in front of him and then mixes it with English. It seems that if he doesn't do this, he can't show that he knows English.
"Mr. Fang, if you have time, can you take a look at my works?" Gu Liangxun expressed his hope to Fang Yi.
Fang Yi has nothing to do now anyway, and the two of them are chatting well now, and more importantly, Gu Liangxun is a Chinese. Together with these points, Fang Yi nodded directly: "Then go and have a look.
Your painting!".
"Thank you!" Gu Liangxun was very happy after hearing this and took out a bill from his pocket, put it on the table and said to the landlady: "After settling the bill between me and Mr. Fang, the rest will be considered as a tip!" After saying that
He slid down from the high chair and prepared to take Fang Yi to his residence to see paintings.
"Fang Lai eats for free, you don't have to pay his bill!" the landlady reminded Gu Liangxun.
"I forgot, but you're not looking for it anymore. Let's consider it your tip." Gu Liangxun patted his head and then remembered that Fang Yi didn't have to spend money to eat and drink in this small bar. But he took the leftovers back.
Gu Liangxun didn't have any idea about the money he spent. Hearing that Fang Yi went to see his works, he felt so happy. Anyway, the Painter Village has never heard of Fang Yi going to other people's residences to see their works.
Nowadays, the composition of the people living in the Painter Village is much more complicated. In the past, there were only American artists, but now there are people studying painting from many countries. Even some Chinese students studying abroad also live in the Painter Village. Fang Yi, a compatriot of the same name, also lives in the Painter Village.
I would go and see his paintings. The ones mentioned above were in Chinese and English, but Fang Yi wouldn’t go and see them. Guan Jian didn’t have the heart to go and see them. Why would Fang Yi go see the paintings when he was tired from talking to him!
Also, Fang Yi won't try to get along with anyone who seems too snobbish.
The place Gu Liangxun rents is no different from other people's. It's like a one-bedroom apartment with a living room with a kitchen and a bedroom with a bathroom. And like all the houses here, the living room is larger than the rooms. Like this
The design makes it easy to place an easel in the living room.
"Is this your first time entering a room like this?" Gu Liangxun asked, pouring a cup of coffee for Fang Yi.
"What a first time!" Fang Yi took the coffee and nodded.
"This is my work!" Gu Liangxun pointed at the five or six works placed behind the sofa. Some of these works were placed on easels, some on bookshelves, and some on the floor.
Gu Liangxun's painting is pretty good, and he can make do with it. It's really hard to say it's good. Guan Jian doesn't have his own style! I saw the first work, and it's obviously Cézanne's style on the canvas. Who knows these things?
It can be seen that although the painting is good, the painting cannot be said to be by Gu Liangxun, because it should be said to be by Cezanne. In addition to Cézanne, there are also paintings by other people, just one painting and one painting.
The styles are different, and they belong to different people.
"You can't try to break other people's techniques?" Fang Yi looked at the work in front of him, took a sip of the coffee in his hand and asked Gu Liangxun.
"I tried, but I couldn't find any good method," Gu Liangxun looked at Fang Yi and said.
"Think more, think more about how you want to express yourself." Fang Yi really doesn't know how to answer this question, because Fang Yi himself has never encountered a situation like Gu Liangxun, and is too easily influenced by other people's styles. Now on the easel
The one pictured here is obviously influenced by Artur's painting style.
After saying that, Fang Yi turned his head and quickly saw a picture folder, which seemed to have some drawing paper. He walked over casually, opened the picture folder, and said to Gu Liangxun while flipping through: "You are now
Are you still using such an old picture folder? Isn’t it considered quite old?”.
"Mr. Fang! This is not my picture folder, it belongs to my roommate!" Gu Liangxun said quickly as Fang Yi opened the picture folder.
"Your roommate?" Fang Yi opened the picture folder and had no intention of looking at the next picture. He quickly closed the picture folder, looked at Gu Liangxun and asked: "You two live in this house?".
"Well! There's nothing we can do about it. It's getting harder and harder to rent a house here." Gu Liangxun began to talk to Fang Yi about the difficulties of renting a house.
Just think about it and you will understand. The Art Village is famous and has a good environment. In addition, life is more affordable than in the city. The most important thing is that there are many contemporary artists gathered here. Now it is more attractive to young artistic people.
Naturally, it is difficult to rent a house. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!