"Where in the country are you from?" Fang Yi looked at the young man and asked. After asking, he laughed and added: "I forgot to ask your name."
"My name is Chen Dong!" The young man said his name to Fang Yi, and then mentioned a place. Fang Yi didn't know where Chen Dong came from, and Fang Yi was not a geography professional. There were so many small counties in China.
How is it possible to understand this?
Fang Yi said directly: "I'm sorry, I really don't know much about China." After that, he said mockingly: "Actually, I don't know many place names, either Chinese or foreign. Except for some particularly famous cities, I really don't know much about the rest.
You know, for example, if you ask what the capital of Argentina is, I don’t know where it is!”.
After hearing Fang Yi's words, Chen Dong couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. He didn't seem to expect that Fang Yi would say that, and a smile appeared on his face: "My hometown is a small county. Don't say you don't know, it's just in our country.
There are many people in this province who don’t know where this place is! There aren’t many people in small towns..." When he talked about his hometown, Chen Dong seemed to talk more all of a sudden. He followed Fang Yi and talked about things in his hometown for several minutes.
Fang Yi looked into Chen Dong's eyes, listened to Chen Dong's voice in his ears, and began to describe his hometown based on Chen Dong's words in his mind.
Usually at this time, Fang Yi can always feel the nostalgia of the Chinese people, as well as a kind of attachment and nostalgia for their hometown in their words. However, in Chen Dong's words, what Fang Yi touched was not such a thing, but something like this.
In a calm tone, Chen Dong talked about his hometown to Fang Yi, a foreigner. Half of it was good and half of it was bad. It was completely different from ordinary people who only talked about good things to others and did not remember the bad things.
This kid is very special! Fang Yi couldn't help but give this young man an evaluation in his heart. Now Fang Yi didn't expect that his sentence was very special. He was really right. Liu Dong in the future will be very special, so special.
It was something I didn't expect at all.
"By the way, can I ask you a question?" After hearing what Chen Dong said, Fang Yi asked a question.
"You said?".
Fang Yi didn't have any extra words. He asked directly: "If you don't mind, how tall are you?".
Hearing Fang Yi ask this, Chen Dong's expression couldn't help but be startled, and then he opened his mouth and said: "One meter seventy-nine!" After saying that, he looked at Fang Yi with curiosity on his face.
As soon as Fang Yi heard that it was suitable, he explained to Chen Dong: "I need a model. It doesn't take a long time, as long as you make time to come... Are you interested?" Fang Yi told Chen Dong about his own affairs.
Dong gave a brief summary, and then put forward his request.
"You want me to be a model for you?" Chen Dong pointed at his nose and asked Fang Yi, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Is there anything strange about this?" Fang Yi couldn't help but ask.
"It's nothing strange. It's just that I'm not used to being a model for others. I only model for myself. I'm sorry, I can't agree to your request!" Chen Dong smiled at Fang Yi and said.
"That's such a pity!" Fang Yi could only sigh after hearing this.
After thinking about it for a while, I didn't know what to say next, so I had to stand up from the chair: "Then my work is done, let's stop talking here!".
Chen Dong nodded to Fang Yi and watched Fang Yi turn around and turn his eyes to the cup in his hand.
He walked back to his table. As soon as Fang Yi sat down, he heard his son Fang Nu ask himself: "Dad, what did you say to him in the past? You're back so soon!".
"Dad was rejected by others. He originally asked someone to be a model, but he was rejected." Fang Yi reached out and touched his son's head and said with a smile.
Fang Yi heard nothing. However, Wang Hanmo couldn't help but feel a little incredible after hearing this, and asked Fang Yi: "Teacher, does he study painting?"
The implication is that this person is not a painter, right? How could he refuse if he was not a model for Fang Yi? What a good opportunity to build relationships. Thinking of this, Wang Hanmo couldn't help but look in Chen Dong's direction.
I have already given him a definition in my heart: that is a fool!
Fang Yi smiled slightly after hearing this: "I don't want to do anything!". Regarding this matter, Fang Yi didn't take it seriously. There are too many people who have some temperament in art. The so-called same rice.
There are all kinds of people, there are all kinds of people in this world.
Then again, if I can express my disdain for Dali, wouldn't someone else express the same disdain for me? This is for sure. Fang Yi can cite several examples of critics without even thinking about it.
As usual, Fang Yi stayed in the tavern for a while, then left with Wang Hanmo and his son. Just as Fang Yi thought, he quickly found a young man from China in the painter's village to do it.
Model. Of course, this one's behavior was exactly the opposite of Chen Dong's. As soon as Fang Yi walked over, this model's voice even trembled with excitement.
After explaining the time for him to come to the studio, Fang Yi was ready to return to his home.
"Dad, let's go shopping, okay?" Fang Ruo didn't want to go back so soon. For this kid, such fun doesn't happen every day. Going out for a walk is much happier than staying in the one-third of an acre at home.
When I heard my father say that I wanted to go back, how could I possibly agree? I immediately shook my father’s hand and begged him.
Fang Yi didn't want to dampen his son's interest when he heard this. He immediately nodded and took his son's hand and walked towards the small square of the Painter Village.
The small square in the Painter Village is surrounded by small shops selling works. Some are self-operated by artists in Buli, and some are agents of several painters who sell their works here. Of course, the sales are not aimed at people in the village.
As I said, most of the people in the village are artists. How much sales there will be? The main target is the tourists who come here to travel.
The name of the whole small square is called Little Square, but the scale is not small. Although it is not a regular square or circle, the area and the distance between the small shops are not small. Unknowingly, it has already become a place.
It has a bit of the flavor of Montmartre in Paris.
"Dad, look!" Fang Ruo seemed to have seen something new. He shook Fang Yi's hand and pointed at the person about ten meters away.
Fang Yi followed his son's finger and saw that it was him who met Liu Dong in the tavern. The young man was holding a work in his hand and talking to the owner of a small shop.
The conversation between the two ended quickly. The store owner accepted the things in Liu Dong's hand, and then Liu Dong left.
Fang Yi was very interested in what Liu Dong handed over to the shop owner, so he took his son and Wang Hanmo towards the shop.
When they arrived at the shop, Fang Yi looked up and saw what Liu Dong had sent. After taking a look at it, he asked the shopkeeper: "Was this work painted by the young man just now?".
"Mr. Fang, do you mean Liu?" The shop owner naturally knows Fang Yi. It can be said that he does not have the reputation of people like Fang Yixima. The painter's village will not be so famous now. When Fang Yi asked about the hanging on the wall
Hua immediately opened his mouth and said.
Seeing Fang Yi nodding, the shopkeeper said: "Yes! It's Liu's work, although his works are not easy to sell! Fortunately, I have a sharp tongue and I have sold a few..." while saying
The shop owner looked complacent and complained.
Fang Yi smiled after hearing this, and then turned his attention away from Liu Dong's works and looked at other things in the store.
To be honest, Liu Dong's paintings are good, but they are not realism or classicism, but something sandwiched between post-Impressionism and expressionism. Although he has some ideas, his absorption of the best of both schools is obviously not particularly successful.
, it can be considered as a little feature, but it really can’t be considered as outstanding.
"Is such a thing worthy of being proud?" Fang Yi, who was concentrating on looking at the painting, did not hear the words whispered softly by his apprentice Wang Hanmo next to him. Wang Hanmo was unhappy with Liu Dong, not only because Fang Yi was his teacher, but also because he was
The behavior of Liu Dong, his idol of all time, certainly made the young Han Mo feel a little unhappy. When he saw Liu Dong's paintings turned out like this, his unhappiness was naturally amplified.
As for what the shop owner said about not being able to sell or make any money, that's nonsense. If he didn't make money, he wouldn't have been able to accept the work. And he kept accepting it.
As a businessman, when the shop owner saw Fang Yi taking his eyes away from Liu Dong's works, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Fang Yi didn't like the work!
When the shop owner saw that Fang Yi didn't want to leave, he started chatting with Fang Yi.
"Old Lewis next to me bought a painting for 40,000 US dollars. He originally wanted to make a fortune, but who knew..." The shop owner leaned on his shelf and told Fang Yi interesting things.
Fang Yi smiled after hearing this. After he finished looking at the painting, he turned around and went to the next store. When he was transferred to Lewis's store that the store owner said, Fang Yi couldn't help but feel a little strange as soon as he entered the store.
Because there was a work hanging in his shop that he had seen before. It was the work that he had seen for Kerry. It was also a work signed by Steven Ken Pylock.
As soon as he saw this piece of art, Fang Yi couldn't help but feel happy. This piece of love is really destined to him. Originally it was in the hands of Kerry's friend, and Fang Yi was embarrassed to bid for it. But now that it's in this gallery, Fang Yi is so excited.
There is nothing to be embarrassed about. Although this author is not very famous, Fang Yi always feels like he has seen it somewhere.
Just like this, the thing that was spinning around came back again. Fang Yi felt that this thing should belong to him by nature.
"Mr. Fang, are you interested in this work?" The shop owner, the Lewis mentioned earlier, couldn't help but ask when he saw Fang Yi looking at the painting in his shop.
"How much?" Fang Yi was thoughtful and did not ask about the painting, but pointed to the work next to him.
Sure enough, the store owner stretched out a finger to Fang Yi and said a little uncertainly: "One thousand dollars!".
"Pfft!" Fang Yi was so excited that he didn't choke himself to death. He looked at Lewis and said, "Then you can keep it and sell it slowly. I'm not interested anymore!".
After speaking, he looked at the shop owner and said to himself: "Do you think my money is brought by the strong wind? You sell these things to others for tens of dollars, the most expensive is a hundred dollars, but you sell them to me for a thousand dollars?"
". Fang Yi knew that these people's so-called agents meant collecting paintings from artists in the village and selling them. Besides, how could the things on display here be sold at a high price?
Lewis didn't blush, he just looked at Fang Yi and said with a smile: "The thing you like must be more expensive than others. Even if it is not expensive now, it will be expensive in the future, right?".
After saying this, Fang Yi had to smile bitterly: "Forget it, you should keep it and sell it to others!".
How dare Fang Yi mention the price of the painting now? He should wait until he returns and leave it to Zou Heming to handle this matter. Don't even look at the painting. The shopkeeper here sharpened his knife as soon as he saw his face.
, and the reason for slaughtering himself was so justified! After thinking of this, Fang Yi took Fang Yi and Wang Hanmo to go shopping for snacks here.
After playing in the painter's village for more than an hour, the three of them went back. As soon as they returned, Fang Yi told Zou Heming about the matter on the phone.
"Is it a big deal?" Zou Heming subconsciously had the same idea when he heard it, thinking that Fang Yi was going to miss it again.
Fang Yi said: "What a big deal! I just think this person's paintings are good, so I want to take a look and study them when I have nothing to do! It's okay to tell you this, but I can make sense to others!"
Today I asked about a piece of work by young people in the village, and the shop owner immediately bought it for me tenfold. If I hadn't bought it myself, would you still be able to use it?" Fang Yi said angrily.
"Hahaha!" Zou Heming said after hearing this, "Does this count as your own fault?"
"Help me take care of this matter soon!" Fang Yi said wordlessly and hung up the phone. Then he sat down and thought for a moment that he really meant something like this, and couldn't help but pat his head and smile bitterly.