Since it was old times, Fang Yi decided to wait and help others take a look. Anyway, he hadn't finished looking at the ancient armor yet. Watching Dean disappear in front of his eyes, Fang Yi turned his gaze to it again.
On to the armor in front of me.
Originally, in Fang Yi's mind, this kind of plate armor should be very thick, so it should be half a centimeter thick. Isn't it more impressive to wear it like this? And it also needs to have some patterns on it to show his identity, right?
But now that he looked at the thing in front of him, Fang Yi felt that the thing might be made with a little bit of water. If it weren't for the fact that the person who made this piece was a little lazy, because the whole armor looked like a piece of iron, plus the inside
The padding is less than half a centimeter, and it doesn't have the sense of thickness and strength that Fang Yi originally thought! It's like a slightly thicker iron cover.
From this point, we can see that Fang Yi is here. If the armor is made of thick iron plates, the whole set will not weigh hundreds of kilograms. Let alone whether a person can wear it, even if it is worn, it will be useless.
Find a horse that can carry such a heavy load. And in ancient times, they wore thick iron plate armor. Are you going to let the cavalry defend against trebuchets and stone bullets?
Fang Yi was thinking around the armor when he heard a very familiar voice. Fang Yi didn't even need to look up to know that it was the old man Popile.
"Fang! Why are you staying here alone!" Popile looked at Fang Yi walking around a knight's armor with a very curious face on his face. He didn't understand why Fang Yi was interested in this thing, just like a little boy who saw a nice little thing.
The dog is a tree dog, and it is also a dog preparing to urinate on the roots of the tree. It has a very strange look with its head stretched out.
"I think this thing is a little wet!" Fang Yi raised his head and looked at Bobile, an old guy, with his head lowered. If there weren't so many people now, Fang Yi might have been able to take off the helmet and get it stuck.
Put down the mask on your head and feel the feeling of your head being stuck in this iron thing.
Bobil is not interested in finding out what kind of moisture this armor contains. It’s not that Bobil doesn’t understand Western armor. On the contrary, Bobil not only knows it very well but can also be said to be half an expert.
As a Western artist who paints classical oil paintings, he must have painted some knights and the like. It is indispensable to paint this thing. In Fang Yi's opinion, it is such a novel thing that Bobile is tired of looking at it.
Bobi Le didn't have much to say. He directly asked Fang Yi: "Have you seen my works?". The only reason Bobi Le asked in such a hurry was because he wanted to leave Fang Yi's side as quickly as possible. To put it bluntly,
I'm just a little embarrassed, I have something wrong with me
Because Fang Yi had already guessed that he was greedy for a moment of beauty and knew how he messed up the matter. It felt a bit like a guilty conscience. If Bobil hadn't wanted to ask what the two of them would compete with next year, maybe he could watch Fang Yi's works for a while.
Just turned around and left.
Fang Yi answered honestly: "I haven't gone to see it yet! This museum is very stylish both in terms of interior decoration and furnishings. It looks like a palace!".
"What does it look like a palace? This is just a small palace. It was built almost three hundred years ago!" Popile said disdainfully to Fang Yi: "Although the luxury is not as luxurious as the Louvre, Versailles and others, this
The collection here is unique! Those two palaces belong to the royal power, and this place is owned by the top French nobles..."
Fang Yi listened to Bobile and started to introduce the history of France to him with a little disdain. In this regard, the French are similar to the Chinese. The French also like to mention their own history. It’s like the Chinese can tell five thousand years of history with just one mouthful.
And so on.
Fang Yi was not interested in listening to this. He just wanted to see this iron thing. He immediately raised his hand and interrupted Popile: "You have seen my work, tell me what you think?".
"The effect of the picture is very poor! It can be said that there is not much beauty!" Popile immediately raised his head when he heard Fang Yi's question, and the expression of the big French rooster appeared on his old face again.
Fang Yi didn't mind what Popile said. If he argued with this old guy over this thing, it wouldn't be enough time until he died.
"Why?" Fang Yi asked casually. When he looked up, he saw Dean downstairs already going up the stairs to the second floor, holding a plastic painting tube in his hand.
"It's not beautiful!" Popile's answer was very concise and clear.
Fang Yi couldn't help but asked again: "What's not beautiful? I think the painting is very beautiful!".
"The model is not beautiful, there is no classical charm, and the body does not have that sense of plumpness." Popile bluntly pointed out what he was dissatisfied with in Fang Yi's painting.
Fang Yi didn't have time to refute. He looked at Dean who was walking towards him. However, Fang Yi was faster. There was one person who was faster. A man dressed like a waiter stopped Dean at the entrance of the stairs.
Well, then he said a few words to Dean and made a gesture of invitation. It seemed that he was most likely asking Dean to leave.
It’s no wonder that you are here to be a waiter. You have no sense of professionalism and have abandoned your own job and harassed the guests at the venue. If this happened, if I didn’t tell you to get out, why would you still be here?
Let me make some soup for you.
Dean waved at Fang Yi with the painting tube in his hand, and shouted softly: "Mr. Fang! Mr. Fang!".
After hearing this, Fang Yi waved his hand to the foreman, signaling him to let Dean come over.
Dean came over, but the foreman also followed him. When he got in front of Fang Yi, he solemnly tipped him off: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fang, this is a mistake in our work!".
Generally speaking, most people don't like this situation. They are attending a party, and suddenly someone comes up and asks for an autograph or a photo, or asks them to help others look at paintings or something like this. In all likelihood,
Jiu will feel very angry.
Annoying guests is not a good outcome for a banquet company, especially a party of this level. This kind of party is not a small banquet, and there are not many such expensive parties every year. What are you doing?
If the waiter harasses the guests, people who need it will know the name of your company within three days. Do you still want to receive the next customer?
"It's okay! I knew him before. I asked him to get the painting for me to look at!" Fang Yi generally knew about this matter. It was certain that Dean was fucked, but the manager did nothing wrong. Thinking about this before
Fang Yi knew that in all likelihood, this kid knew that he was going to hold an art exhibition, so he sneaked in.
The waiting team. And now Dean is holding a painting tube in his hand. This also reveals that this kid has long been prepared to block himself in the art exhibition. Who would bring such a big one with him at work?
Painting tube, aren't you looking for trouble? When Fang Yi thought of this, he simply exposed the matter.
After hearing what Fang Yi said, the foreman nodded lightly to Fang Yi and turned around to leave.
Bobil looked at the young man in front of him a little confused, but he just looked at Fang Yi and Dean without saying anything.
Dean quickly untied the painting tube in his hand. He pulled out a roll of four or five works and handed them to Fang Yi.
When Fang Yi unfolded the work, Bobile came next to Fang Yi and the two of them looked at Dean's things together.
To be honest, Dean has made great progress, and his paintings are now decent. But Fang Yi still came to the same conclusion as last time: Dean has no talent! Although he worked hard, it took him several years to draw like this.
It's rare, but it's not too out of the ordinary and not so eye-catching.
"Not bad! You have to keep working hard in the future!" Fang Yi looked at Bobiel looking at these works. He simply put down everything in his hand and handed it over to the old man to see. He turned to Dean and started to comment.
I picked up his work, clicked a few words, and then gave him a word of encouragement.
"What you said is in vain!" Why couldn't Bobile hear the response in Fang Yi's mouth, so he immediately said to Fang Yi unceremoniously.
Fang Yi didn't feel any embarrassment, he just smiled and said, "How about you give me some advice?".
Dean looked at Fang Yi and then at Bobiel, and he began to feel confused: Didn't it mean that these two people were very different from each other? Why did he seem to be friends with the two of them now?
Speaking in this tone, Fang Yi actually had an indifferent attitude. And looking at Popile, he seemed to be really ready to give him some advice.
"The use of color here is quite a problem..." Popile really took Dean's paintings carefully and started to comment on them one by one, very seriously.
After clicking for five minutes, Popile handed the scroll back to Dean's hand: "You have been studying for several years. Although your painting style is relatively free, some of the basics are not solid! The techniques are not even.
You can’t even speak of mastering it, your teacher didn’t teach hard enough!”.
Dean immediately said: "As long as I participated in some training classes, I would also visit art schools in my spare time to watch how other people draw. It took me four years from the beginning to now!".
"Four years?" Bobile asked Dean: "It would be really hard to study by yourself!" After saying that, Dean looked at him with a look of admiration on his face and asked again: "Study by yourself.
That’s okay, I just learned it on my own, and I was already in my early thirties when I learned it. As long as you persist, I think you will become good at painting!”
"Thank you, Mr. Popile! Thank you, Mr. Fang!" Dean immediately said happily to the two of them.
"Let's go, let me go take a look at your works and appreciate what you call classical beauty!" Fang Yi saw that everything here was almost done, and was about to go see Bobby.
What I drew during this year.
While talking and walking, Fang Yi and Bobile came side by side to a room. This room was more than fifty square meters. Except for the four works of Fang Yi and Bobile placed face to face, there were no works by anyone else.
"What are you going to do with us after everything is over?" Fang Yi turned around and saw Dean following him and the two of them into the room, and couldn't help but ask. Everything has been done and the painting has been seen! You
Why is this person still following him like a little tail? Fang Yi couldn't help but think in his heart.
Dean pointed outside and whispered to Fang Yi and Bobile: "Your manager will kick me out as soon as I leave. I haven't seen most of the paintings here yet!".
"As long as you look inside this room, it's fine. It doesn't matter whether you look at the things outside or not!" Popile said to Dean confidently.
Bobil did not avoid anything deliberately. Although his voice was not too loud, it was not too quiet either. Now many people watching the paintings in the room heard it. Many people turned around and found that it was this old man saying,
He just smiled. Lao Bo's reputation for being arrogant and self-admiring is no longer needless to say. If you don't blame him for being weird, he will be blamed for it!
Fang Yi ignored the two of them and walked directly towards Bobile's two works. There was no need to mention anything about techniques. It was not something that could be improved in a year or two when the two of them were at this level. However,
In terms of the form of expression in the picture, Popile's style of painting is indeed close to the classical classics. The naked beauties above are very plump. According to current evaluations, they all look like young women, round and voluptuous.
"It's time for your female model to lose weight!" Fang Yi commented in his heart, but the evaluation was that the old man's painting was out of date with the characteristics of the times! Sometimes when you want to find an inappropriate reason, you don't even have to think about it, just do it easily.
I can give you one!
After finishing this sentence, Fang Yi added: "Your paintings have no characteristics of the times at all. Today's aesthetics should not be like yours. Although you are a bit old, your artistic expression must follow the same
It’s the last time!”.
"You said I can't keep up with the times?" Popile's eyes suddenly bulged.
Fang Yi raised his head and said: "Don't worry, I've seen your painting, and I'll tell you the following topic first!".
"What to draw?"
"Fairy tale!".
"You said?" Bobile said disdainfully, but when Fang Yi reported his name, he was immediately dumbfounded. He stood there dumbfounded and muttered: "Is this okay?" (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, novels.