Boom, boom, boom, as the last note fell, there was a burst of thunderous applause in New York's Carnegie Hall. One after another, the applauders stood up from their seats and faced the young female violinist who was playing.
Fang Tian expressed congratulations and also paid tribute to the New York Philharmonic Orchestra, which accompanied her.
Twenty-four-year-old Fang Tian is the youngest daughter of Mr. Fang Yi and Ms. Zheng Yuan, who are known as one of the greatest contemporary artists. Her musical talent was discovered by her mother, a cellist, since she was a child. However, the little girl did not
I like the cello, but chose the violin. I have won numerous awards since I started performing on stage at the age of thirteen, and I am known as a genius violinist! And this performance perfectly proves this!
"Why are you crying?" Zheng Yuan, who was applauding, turned her head and saw her husband's eyes sparkling next to her. She couldn't help but whisper into her husband's ear.
Fang Yi blinked: "What nonsense are you talking about! The stage lights are too bright, it's a bit irritating to my eyes!" Fang Yi couldn't admit to death that he was watching his daughter sitting on the stage, sitting in the most famous stadium in New York.
In the concert hall, the surrounding lights focused on his beloved daughter. She was so focused and so quiet and indifferent. In Fang Yi's heart, she was the best girl in the world, his own angel.
At this moment, under the light of the lights, Fang Yi's angel is like a myth and a dream. How can he not let himself, as a father, feel proud and moved in his heart? Now Fang Yi can't wait to pull the people next to him to talk to him.
She said this was my daughter, but unfortunately Fang Yi knew the person next to her. His old friend Zou Heming was also his daughter's godfather.
"Why are you so shy?" Zheng Yuan said with a smile: "I'm just like you, I'm so moved that I don't know what to say!".
"Why am I so excited? Are you not the most excited? I have a child who will inherit your career? What about me? Of the four money-losing sons, none of them wants to engage in painting!" Fang Yi felt a little a little embarrassed when he thought of this.
Sadly, my five children all have a good foundation in painting, but my daughter is a bit behind in painting because she is learning piano.
The fourth son has a rebellious character and likes to play pop music. If he is neither good nor bad, let him do it first at the age of twenty-five. The third son is the most talented, Fang Yi originally thought
He can inherit his father's legacy, but what does this kid say?
He didn’t want to quit anymore and went to work on sculptures. The second son was more successful and ran a gallery. The eldest son, Fang Nu, was the most outrageous. He went to Hollywood to make movies. He became a movie director, and he also did well.
, I came back with a statuette last year.
"When the boss thanked you, I saw that you were so happy that your mouth almost reached the back of your head." Zheng Yuan looked at her husband and said with a smile.
What Zheng Yuan was talking about was what Fang Yi said to the camera when he was sitting at home, looking at the statuette in his hands, and giving a speech. The boy picked up the statuette, waved it, and thanked a long list of words.
At the end, when the music was about to start, he said: Thanks to my father, he taught me to use art to describe my thoughts, but I did not choose the brush he liked. Instead, I chose the lens I liked.
Finally, he said: Dad, I did a good job, right? Then the man in his early thirties jumped off the stage.
Fang Yi listened to his wife's words and smiled without saying anything. Instead, he looked at his daughter bending down and bowing to thank the audience. Fang Yi was very proud of his children in his heart, even if he was playing pop music.
His fourth son, Fang Yi, is also very proud. For important performances, he will definitely go to the venue to support them.
Now Fang Yi thanked the woman beside him from the bottom of his heart. She gave birth to these children and raised them all very well! Thinking of this, Fang Yi stretched out his arms and hugged Zheng Yuan in his arms.
Then he kissed his wife passionately on the top of her head, and this scene was immediately recorded by the broadcasters and videographers.
As soon as the concert ended, Fang Yi and his wife returned to their home in Los Angeles and made step-by-step preparations to continue living their peaceful lives.
Now Fang Yi spends almost the same amount of time in the studio as before, but he produces fewer paintings. Among the friends Fang Yi knows now, only one person has passed away, not the eldest Popile, but Rude
, his body was hollowed out by his long life of drinking and sex, when he was fifty-four years old
, with a smile on his face and a wine bottle in one hand, he passed away without a trace. As for Popile, he was just like an old turtle, as if he was angry with someone to survive a hundred years, and he lived very well.
I'm strong. Everyone else is fine, but it's a little inconvenient for me to come to France from China.
The day after returning from New York, Fang Yi was painting in his studio.
"Dad!" Fang Si, the fourth son, opened the studio door and ran into his father's studio.
Fang Yi glanced at his son: "What's the matter?".
"Dad! Mr. Popile has passed away!" Fang Si said to his father. As a son, Fang Si naturally knew that his father and Popile, who are jointly called the greatest artists in the world, also
It's strange to know that the relationship between the two is neither enemy nor friend, but I know that my father will be sad when he hears the news.
Just as Fang Si thought, Fang Yi had a look of pain on his face after hearing the news. He paused for a while and then asked, "When?".
"An hour ago! He left before he could make it to the hospital!" Fang Si told him the news.
"Go out, I'll be alone for a while!" Fang Yi waved to his son and walked straight to a chair and sat down.
Fang Yi sat here until dinner time. After eating a little something, he returned to the studio again. This time, he was not painting or dazing, but started to write condolences to Popile. He wrote and rewritten.
It took six or seven hours to write the three to four hundred words of condolences. It was already three o'clock in the night when Fang Yi was waiting for it to be finished, and the scraps of the typewriter's manuscripts were thrown all over the floor of the studio.
After folding his condolences, Fang Yi went directly back to the bedroom to rest.
In the morning, Fang Yi handed the condolences he had written to his assistant, and then read today's newspaper while eating breakfast.
All art newspapers reported the news of Popile's death on the front page. The cover of the latest issue of the British "Art Review" was: Stars Fall! - The most shining star in the European art sky has fallen!
As for the headline that Gemini is no more, it can be seen in almost every art magazine. Most of the popular media also mentioned Popile's death.
Moreover, the President of France immediately expressed condolences and said that he would hold the most solemn funeral for Bobil, a great artist.
Fang Yi looked at the photos of Bobil in the newspaper. They were all in their sixties. Some were smoking pipes, and some were riding wooden horses with their granddaughters. In short, everyone has forgotten Bobil's bad temper and greatness now.
The famous artist Popile left the human world and ascended to heaven in long media reports.
Fang Yi didn't know if he could enter the Kingdom of Heaven by pressing his mouth, but let's just pretend that he did!
Bobil passed away, and everyone said: The superstar has fallen!
As one of the two great men in the world, although the two of them are not very harmonious to the outside world, in the end Fang Yi still has a little respect for Popile in his heart. In other words, he devotes himself wholeheartedly to art.
Fang Yi saw that the most outstanding person was this one
The old man came and could say that he gave up everything for the sake of art. Fang Yi knew that he could not do this, and he did not want to do it, because Fang Yi was different from Popile. Fang Yi liked to live at home and love
He loves his wife and his children.
Fang Yi remembered that some newspaper had commented on himself and Bobil before. It called him a great person, and one called Bobil a great artist. Regardless of whether he deserves to be a great person or not, Fang Yi thinks that he is a good son.
, he is also a good husband and a good father. But in Fang Yi’s heart, Popile is indeed the greatest artist of this era. If he didn’t have something in his mind, it would be impossible to compete with such a strong-willed and tenacious artist.
of people are at the same level in the world.
"...He is a great artist, the greatest artist in the world! His light is destined to attract the attention of the world, and will also be looked up to by future generations..." Fang Yi said the above words as the last speaker of condolences.
.In this passage, Fang Yi gave Bobile a very high status.
Some people may say, aren't you bragging about yourself? Bobile and you are the best in the world! But with Fang Yi's current status, no one can compare with him in terms of painting and influence on the painting world.
I am qualified to give a truthful rebuttal! Now Fang Yi is the authority and the most influential person in the world of painting today.
Just like what was said in an article: Fang Yi is now the Caesar of the painting world! And it is an exaggeration to say that the current painting world is between thirty and fifty years old. Half of the famous people have learned Fang Yi's techniques.
, a quarter of the people are at least a few years older than Fang Yi’s technique. As for the remaining people? They are following Popile’s style!
The person who was able to refute and was qualified to refute was now lying a dozen meters in front of Fang Yi. Six salute soldiers with guns stood beside the coffin with solemn expressions. The half-closed brown coffin was covered with French tricolor.
The flag is on the other side, while the other half is open so that guests can pay their last respects and say their final farewells.
After Fang Yi finished speaking, he turned around and walked off the stage. He said to Bobile's little daughter: "My condolences!" Then he returned to his seat.
No matter how grand a funeral is, it comes to an end. When they got back to the car, Fang Yi said to Zou Heming, who looked even older than himself: "Do you think my funeral will be so grand?".
Zou Heming was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his withered hand and patted Fang Yi on the arm: "Do you think I can see it with my body?" Zou Heming felt that Fang Yi was asking in vain or showing off, because now
Fang Yi looks older than the average person of his age.
There is too much green. Considering Fang Yi's body, his temples are only slightly stained with frost and he looks like he is in his mid-forties at most. Moreover, he is still very strong. Many old friends say that Fang Yi is an old goblin.
There is nothing wrong with living over a hundred years old!
"Haha! That's what I asked!" Fang Yi smiled softly, then turned to look at the green pines and cypresses on the roadside.
Fang Yi now doesn't know that the treatment he enjoys throughout his life is just like his nickname of Little Raphael, but according to traditional Chinese people, it is not very good. Because Fang Yi's ashes were separated
Buried in China, France and the United States.
He is one of the most outstanding artists in China at the time - the epitaph of Fang Yi in Shicheng.
The darling of the goddess of nature rests here. From the day he picked up the paintbrush, the goddess of nature can no longer take care of other people because she can no longer take her eyes away from him! ——The countryside of Paris, France
It is written on the full-length statue in front of Yi's tomb.
One of the greatest citizens of Los Angeles and the pride of the City of Angels is buried here - Yifang!
Of course, Fang Yi, who was sitting in the car at this time, could not think of these things. He looked out the window with his eyes, frowning slightly, and just looked at the dark green trees quickly retreating by the roadside in silence, with a calm expression on his face.