Fang Yi, who was painting, didn't know that he had become Q in the eyes of this two-faced girl. If you know what you like, I can change it.

The word "like" is reliable, but the word "love" is a bit too much. The reason why Orseth felt this way was, on the one hand, Fang Yi's tough attitude that night. On the other hand, during this time, Osaith's two friends, the two demons that night, were dreaming next to Osaith from time to time, talking about how good it would be to have a boyfriend who was as handsome as Fang Yi and super profitable.

Sometimes the favor comes inexplicably, just like Orceth now.

Just as Osseth was watching Fang Yi paint, the door of the room opened, and Osseth turned his head to see Beronica walking into the house with his easel.

"I don't need your help," Beronica said to Ossaith, who was trying to get up from the couch.

This sentence woke up Fang Yi, who was immersed in painting, and saw that Ossaith was still staying at home, and looked at the watch on his wrist a little strangely: "Why have you stayed here for so long?" ”。 Seeing that almost two hours had passed, Oseth had actually stayed in his home quietly for so long, which made Fang Yi feel too strange.

"Why can't I stay here, you didn't let me stay" Listening to Fang Yi's words, Orseus was a little angry, why did I stay here for so long.

Where would Fang Yi take care of her, thinking that Oseth was this temper, and asked directly at Beronica, "My dear." What do we have for lunch? ”。

"Is Orceth going to stay and eat together? Yi is cooking today" Beronica raised her fist, stretched out her thumb and tapped Fang Yi: "Authentic Chinese food!" ”。

Ossaith opened his mouth and said, "I don't like Chinese food, I'm going to Anders's" After saying that, he turned around and walked directly towards the door of the house.

Look at the back of Ossaith. Fang Yi shook his head and said, "Every time I see her, I don't want a daughter!" ”。

Beroni smiled and said, "You better hurry up and wash your hands and cook."

"Really eat Chinese food? Let's not do it, let's just go to Anders's and have a mixed meal," Fang Yi opened his mouth and said, when it came to cooking, Fang Yi didn't want to cook today.

Beronica said, "Simply get a little bit, and when you get there, you'll have a good chat!" ”。

Fang Yi thought about it in his mind for a while, the time spent in the past at noon was indeed not as good as cooking by himself, thinking of this, he nodded directly and went into the kitchen to wash his hands, opened the refrigerator to see what was to eat, and prepared to do it himself.

Finished lunch. Beronica washed the dishes, and of course the couple began to paint separately again.

Such days went on for almost a month, and Ossaith now whenever Benjamin appeared in the village. would always come along, like Benjamin's little tail, and go around Fang Yi twice in front of him whenever he has time.

However, Fang Yi is not concerned about Orseus now, but Zou Heming, who is far away in the United States. Returned to Paris for half a month. The manager of the gallery would call from time to time and ask how Fang Yi's works were being prepared.

I have eyebrows, I am stretching the cloth, I have begun to paint This is Fang Yi's reply that he has been using for almost a month, and of course Fang Yi has started his own work, but the progress is not satisfactory, most of the time is put on the Rembrandt's work, and the speed of his own work is of course affected.

Another month has passed. Zou Heming, who was far away in the United States, couldn't hold back any longer, and finally ran over from New York. If you want to see how far your cash cow work has been drawn, the Metropolitan Museum of Art is waiting to see the work and pay for it. The works of people like Kahima are much slower, but by this time they are ready to think about the second one, and the largest tree is still painting the first one, and it is not half finished yet.

Zou Heming, who got off the plane, came directly to the small village, and the taxi stopped directly at the door of Fang Yi's hut.

Even when he saw Zou Heming in the house, Fang Yi did not turn to his own work, but continued to depict Rembrandt's work, and now the part of the painting is the surviving painting "The Batavian Rebellion".

The canvas was covered with golden light, reflecting a gruff, violent face, and Sphyllis's wide sword called Hell was on top of several swords, and the picture was more than half completed, and the whole effect was ready to be revealed.

Zou Heming stood in front of the canvas and stared at it carefully, completely forgetting that he had come to urge his cash cow to divert his energy from Rembrandt's work and focus on his own work that could really make money. As the owner of a gallery, Zou Heming's own appreciation is not low, and if his appreciation is too low in this industry, he has already lost his pants. How can he last so long like Zou Heming.

Seeing that Fang Yi stopped the paintbrush in his hand and turned his head, Zou Heming couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you say that you have already finished drawing part of it?" Where is the part where the painting is done? ”。

Fang Yi pointed to the canvas in front of him: "In the back!" ”。

"It's not easy to move, but if you can put a hand, you can still see it," Fang Yi jumped down from his chair.

The two of them worked together to lift the frame of the picture they were painting, revealing a part of the one that was stacked below, Zou Heming looked at it for a few minutes and asked: "Will there be a sense of disobedience in the whole?" Looking at this picture with gray tones, Zou Heming asked Fang Yi.

Fang Yi said with certainty: "No, this thing is the fastest on the top, and it is normal for the tone to be a little dark, after all, such a large painting, it is necessary to ensure that the characters in the picture become the center of the first sight!" ”。

Helping Fang Yi work together to put the canvas back, Zou Heming asked Fang Yi, "Are you going to paint this painting by yourself or sell it?" ”。

"I'm thinking about selling, of course, if I can't sell it, I can only keep it for myself like Rembrandt" Fang Yi said jokingly: "I don't have to cut it off, it's like this now."

"After the painting is completed, you must be the first to let me see the final effect," Zou Heming said solemnly to Fang Yi.

Fang Yi glanced at Zou Heming when he heard this: "This matter is not a good thing, after all, it will cause a lot of controversy, maybe the pressure is huge."

Zou Heming thought for a moment and said, "Our gallery is responsible for selling the works you painted. It's something written in the contract! I'll take care of the rest, and you can just finish this piece! ”。

"Do you have a way to avoid arguments?" Fang Yi listened to Zou Heming's words and couldn't help but ask.

"No, but people always come up with solutions, and sometimes there is an argument, even if it is a huge opposition, it can become a favorable voice," Zou Heming thought for a while and said.

"Then it's up to you" Fang Yi listened to Zou Heming's desire to include this painting in the gallery's sales, so he was naturally more relaxed. As soon as this work came out, Fang Yi naturally knew that he would have to face the cynicism of many people, but Fang Yi didn't care much.

Zou Heming listened to Fang Yi's words, nodded and asked, "I'll take a look at your paintings, the Metropolitan Museum is a little anxious."

"And the ones waiting to spend money?" Fang Yi smiled and brought Zou Heming to his easel and lifted the curtain on it.

In the center of the canvas is a stream, the water flow is very calm only on both sides of the stream, revealing some stones on the surface of the water, stirring up a water arc into the road, only to find that the water is flowing, the riverbed of the creek lies with five-colored stones, like a wave of color, flowing gently and handsomely, the grass on the bank next to the stream is not pure green, the edge of the leaves reflects the sunlight and becomes a warm pale gold, the grass stem is also a variety of colors fused together, with a bright sense of vitality, through the whole picture although half is not finished, However, the finished part can already be seen in the level of the work.

Zou Heming was very satisfied, judging from this part of the painting, Fang Yi at least maintained the previous level. If such a work is completed, there is no problem in handing it over to the Metropolitan Museum: "I can only relax when I see the work!" ”。

"Did you just come here to take a look at my unfinished work?" Fang Yi shook his head with a wry smile and said: "The level of my works will definitely be maintained at a certain level, even if there is a work that is out of standard, I will not deal with it properly!" ”。

Zou Heming said repeatedly: "I know that there are other things, the main thing is to see how your work is done, and the other is to bring back the works completed by the four Kahima and collect them at the Metropolitan Museum."

"So rich?" Fang Yi blurted out, but after spitting out this sentence, without waiting for Zou Heming to answer, he smiled awkwardly and laughed at himself and said, "I forgot that it is the Metropolitan Museum." None of the patrons in this museum are wealthy figures, and this little money is a small amount of money to them.

"One more thing is about you, the Museum of Modern Art also wants one of your works, but they specify the subject matter," Zou said.

"Not interested!" As soon as Fang Yi heard that someone had designated a subject for his paintings, he immediately lost all interest. I have been taking the test for more than ten years, and just now I didn't have to take the exam and I jumped out of something that wanted to give me a proposition, where could Fang Yi accept it.

Zou Heming hurriedly said: "Their bid is very good, 1.9 million, this is still their offer, and you don't listen to the subject?" ”。

"Even if they report four million, I don't have any interest," Fang Yi opened his mouth and said: "I don't like people to draw whatever I want." I paint whatever I want." After speaking, Fang Yi nodded his head: "Only my head can support my canvas, not others!" ”。

"Then I know what to do," Zou Heming didn't persuade again, but after thinking for a while, he asked, "What if someone asks you to paint a portrait?" ”。

"That's okay, but what I draw is what it is, as long as I am satisfied with him, he must pay, I don't care if he is satisfied or not" Fang Yi thought about it and opened his mouth to say.

Hearing this, Zou Heming sighed, feeling that this request was also a little difficult. Typical forced selling, but these are small things. (To be continued......)