Since I had to go home on weekends to celebrate my father's promotion, my meeting with my sister Fang Nan's boyfriend Chu Suiliang was postponed.
Fang Yi packed up his things and left the studio. Just when he reached the door and wanted to lock it, he heard the teacher's voice from behind: "Wait a minute and leave!".
Looking back at the teacher, Fang Yi found that he was holding a scroll in his pocket. Fang Yi reached out and pushed open the door he had just closed.
"What's the matter?" Fang Yi followed the teacher into the studio and asked directly looking at the scroll in the teacher's hand.
Liu Hongshuo handed the scroll of paper to his disciples: "Take the floor plan of your place home and ask your family how they plan to build it! If you don't have any special ideas, just build it with our family."
Fang Yi took it and unfolded it, and found that it was marked with numbers. The top one had a lot of contour lines, but so many lines were not sketches! How could Fang Yi understand these lines? They were so rough.
At a glance, I turned to the picture below. The drawing showed a nearly rectangular piece of land.
Looking at the drawings, Fang Yi said with a smile: "I will build a small square building with floor-to-ceiling windows. It will not be used during the day and the house will be brightly lit."
At this age, Fang Yi is not very interested in courtyard houses. It would be better to build a modern large glass box that looks more enjoyable. Over the past few days, Fang Yi has become more and more interested in his studio and never mentioned anything else.
The place is quite deserted.
If teachers like Liu Hongshuo and Zhou Tong have gone there, then what else can we say? Besides, in such a big place, you can work hard! Now that you have a general direction for your studio, you plan to follow it
It is based on the style of the architect Wright's Fallingwater. Of course, if the family does not have so much money, it is possible to build a few large tile-roofed houses to cope with it.
After hearing this, Liu Hongshuo nodded to his disciple: "You can take care of your own studio, I don't have any objections!" After saying that, he waved his hand to Fang Yi: "Go back quickly! I'm staying here today.
For a moment, think about the idea of the following painting. Someone in the gallery has ordered a painting. If I don’t paint it, it will be too late!”
Fang Yi waved the drawing in his hand to the teacher and said, "Then I'm leaving!" After saying that, he raised his feet and walked towards the door.
When we arrived downstairs in our community, we happened to see my uncle's driver, Xu Wu, opening the trunk of the car and moving things. He quickly walked over and greeted him: "Brother Xu! When did you come? My uncle came early enough today!"
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As soon as Xu Wu looked up and saw Fang Yi, he smiled and said: "Xiao Yi is back! Come up quickly, your uncle has just arrived after the meeting!".
Seeing Xu Wu carrying a cardboard box out of the trunk, Fang Yi hurriedly walked up and pretended to want to help. How could Xu Wu let Fang Yi hold the box? He quickly said: "I'll do it! These things are still distributed.
It’s quite heavy!” After saying that, he walked upstairs.
Fang Yi followed Xu Wu upstairs. When he entered the house, he saw his uncle's secretary, Zhao Bin, wearing an apron and helping his mother and aunt cook together. Neither his uncle nor his father were in the living room, and only his sister was in the living room.
Fang Nan was watching TV alone.
After saying hello to Zhao Bin, Fang Yi walked over to his sister, picked up an apple segment from the small plate in front of her and put it into his mouth.
"Have you washed your hands when you got home?" Fang Nan looked at his brother and asked.
Fang Yi smiled and changed the subject: "Where are my uncle and my dad!"
"In my uncle's study".
After hearing what his sister said, Fang Yi walked towards his father's study. After knocking on the door, he heard his father Fang Guohua's voice coming from inside: "Come in!".
As soon as he entered, Fang Yi was almost brought to tears by the smell of smoke in the room. He coughed twice and said, "Uncle!".
"Xiaoyi is back!" Fang Guozhong opened the window of the study room with a cigarette butt. After getting angry for a while, he asked Fang Yi: "How does it feel to go to college?".
"It's no different from usual," Fang Yi said with a smile. After saying this, he took out the drawing he brought from his pocket and put it on his father's desk: "This is what the teacher gave me. It is the drawing of my land."
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Fang Guozhong picked it up directly, glanced at it and said to his brother Fang Guohua: "It's not the best terrain, but it's pretty good to have this acre!".
Fang Guozhong looked at his nephew and said with a smile: "Your teacher is really nice to you!".
"I'm so popular!" Fang Yi said with a smile. Although his uncle is a bit dignified, he is usually not used by Fang Yi, his nephew. So Fang Yi is a little afraid of his uncle, but not particularly afraid.
After hearing this, Fang Guozhong smiled and joked to Fang Guohua: "I don't know who inherited this shame!" He stretched out his hand and tapped his nephew in the air. Then he asked: "What are you going to do with your studio? Do you have any ideas?"
No?".
After hearing this, Fang Yi said directly: "Then you have to ask my dad if I can take advantage of the family's money. If I can take advantage of it, just do what I want. If not, I can build three large tile-roofed houses!".
Fang Guohua looked at his son and asked: "I still have hundreds of thousands at home. Originally, your mother wanted to change to a house with two floors downstairs. We will live downstairs and you will live upstairs. Now it seems that I will build this for you."
, tell me what kind of thing you want to build?”.
After thinking for a while, Fang Yi said: "Build a modern and simple style, with floor-to-ceiling glass windows. The style is like Wright's Fallingwater. I really like it!".
Fang Guohua didn't know about Wright's Fallingwater, but Fang Guozhong did. After hearing what his nephew said, he shook his head and said, "Don't even think about this plan, it won't work!".
"It's 50,000 yuan per acre for land so far away. You can't just follow your own ideas. Isn't that nonsense!" Fang Yi said immediately after hearing this.
"Haha!" Fang Guozhong laughed twice and said, "Do you think you can easily get this acre of land, but others really can't sell it? If you get this land for two hundred thousand, someone will want it immediately!"
Looking at Fang Yi with a confused look on his face, he said: "The city is planning to move the city westward. Although it won't be able to move to your place, it's not far away!".
After hearing this, Fang Guohua said to Fang Yi: "Don't go out and talk nonsense about your uncle!".
After hearing his brother's words, Fang Guozhong smiled and waved his hands and said: "It doesn't matter if I say this now, how can I deal with such a big thing! Those who should know have known it for a long time, and they who can't hear it now have nothing to do.
Go hard. This time, except for two or three central enterprises, there are big guys in the province, and no one has a small background! Some civilian land has been carved up by these people."
After hearing what his uncle said, Fang Yi was a little worried that his studio would be too noisy. Once it was built, it would be like the center of the commercial district where he would live. It would be troublesome with busy traffic all day long! In the past, he disliked the wasteland.
Now that he was worried about being too noisy, Fang Yi really didn't know what to say.
"Which studio should be built there? Will it be too noisy?".
After hearing this, Fang Guozhong said: "The central area is not in Xiaoniu Mountain. It's still twenty or thirty minutes away. The subway will be available in two years, so we can go around it! In the future, a tree species protection zone will be built in Xiaoniu Mountain. What about the woods?
All the land must be protected. If it were not an art village planned by the province, no one would be allowed to reach out randomly. It would be your teacher's turn to take the land here, and it would have been robbed long ago!"
"Why do you think of planning an art village?" Fang Guohua asked his brother.
Fang Guozhong glanced at his younger brother and said: "You will also be the vice president soon. Please pay more attention to these political matters in the future. This issue involves the general direction, that is, the relationship between material civilization and spiritual civilization. Planning for the establishment of this art
The village is also an integral part of the development of spiritual civilization. Art was very prosperous in Shicheng in the past, but now the cultural market has to follow the material development!"
Hearing what his uncle said, Fang Yi smiled and said: "It's better not to be too prosperous in this art. Even if it does prosper, the United States must prosper first. It's best to let New York snatch the title of Paris's capital of art!"
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"Why do you say that?" Fang Guozhong asked, looking at his nephew's face with a little surprise.
"It's obvious! History tells us that countries with strong artistic power are not very effective!" Fang Yi said casually: "Let's first look at Italy in Europe. The origin of the Renaissance is Italy. After the Florentine School, the Roman School,
One by one they are declining and rising! Look at the Italian army, the famous spaghetti army in Europe. It is difficult to deal with the natives with spears. Then, the center of European art has moved to France. Look at the French alone since Napoleon.
How many wars have you won? In World War I and World War II, the Germans couldn’t even fight back! It’s because everyone is so focused on promoting art, who will fight the war? As you know, artists can think of things no matter what.
. Putting aside the laziness and high self-awareness of the artists, let’s just say that the war has not even started yet, and everyone is immersed in their own thoughts. Such an army can drive cattle and herd sheep, which is good!”
Fang Guozhong laughed after hearing his nephew's joke, and then said to Fang Yi: "I don't think you can defend the family and the country, you are so slick!"
"The paintbrush is my weapon!" Fang Yi also said with a smile: "I can't do it! If the enemy advances, we retreat, and if the enemy retreats, we retreat! It's only right to stay in a safe place. So let American art flourish first.
, There are not many American people, and even one percent of the people are passionate about art, so the American army will collapse on its own without us fighting!”.
Looking at his nephew, Fang Guozhong said with a smile: "Stop talking about this, you go out first while I still have something to say with your father!".
"What about my studio?" Fang Yi turned around and stood at the door.
Fang Guozhong asked his nephew: "Ask Zhao Bin about this and ask him to help you find out what your requirements are. Anyway, I'm afraid you won't be able to get such a modern thing!"
After listening to his uncle's words, Fang Yi turned around and left his father's study.