"I'm a junior in high school studying art, and I've come here to grow my eyesight, and my painting has been progressing a little slowly during this time," Fang Yi smiled as he moved his body to someone else's easel. When he arrived in front of the boy, he took out the cigarette case from his pocket: "Brother! Smoker not? ”。

The boy was stunned by Fang Yi, but quickly recovered. Smoked one from Fang Yi's cigarette case: "The cigarette is good!" ”。

"I took it from my dad" Fang Yi also drew one himself, and helped this person to point it before turning his gaze to this person's painting. As soon as I looked at Fang Yi, I knew that the one who had gained the most tonight should be this one, and not far from the still life was a jar with a large bunch of flowers that Fang Yi couldn't name, and there was a blue silk next to the jar, and the bottom was a light red cloth or a fluffy one. The pigment used is not gouache or oil paint, but acrylic with some thinner.

"You painted so well" Fang Yi looked at the painting and said, this one is indeed a good painting, whether it is the performance of the color or the processing of details, it is the best I have seen tonight, there is no one. What's even more amazing is that this one seems to have just drawn one to half of it, which means that there is still a look.

The boy didn't answer, Fang Yi turned to Fang Yi and asked, "How are your cultural achievements?" It is also important to prepare for the art and culture exam."

"Ok! I don't think there should be any problem," Fang Yi said as soon as he opened his mouth.

"What middle school are you from?"

Fang Yi reported his school, and his eyes were still looking at other people's paintings.

"Then you can look at it casually, if you have any thoughts about my paintings, you can talk to me" The boy smiled at Fang Yi and turned his head to start drawing.

Fang Yi felt that he was a little tired after standing for a while, so he dragged a bench and sat on the moment more than a meter behind others, and continued to quietly watch the boy draw. Carefully pondering other people's colors and brushstrokes, I am too involved in even the colors in my own mind to be too advanced. As soon as the advanced Fang Yi examined the color was qualitatively improved, he had a new understanding of this person's picture.

Now Fang Yi felt like he had watched Wang Qiluo paint before, and the feeling of having gained came out again, not only began to think about why others painted like this, but also pondered how to grasp the color if he painted it himself, or how to deal with the connection between the two color blocks. In this way, Fang Yi sometimes nodded lightly or shook his head slightly. Of course, most of the time, Fang Yi was still doing the work of a nodding worm.

Just such a boy devotes himself to painting his own paintings, and the big boy in the back watches and learns attentively. Neither of them made a sound, just sat quietly one after the other.

The painting boy had been painting for more than half an hour, and when he turned around, he saw Fang Yi sitting not far behind him. I was amazed that Fang Yi could actually look at it for so long, and I heard Fang Yi say a sentence: "Brother! Do you smoke? ”。

This sentence immediately made the boy laugh, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, and flicked two out: "It's better to smoke mine, and you can't smoke you all the time."

The two of them lit cigarettes, and the boy said to Fang Yi: "You are really patient, sit behind me and look at it quickly" When he said this, he looked up at the clock on the wall: "It's been almost an hour."

"The painting is so good, I can experience it a little more if I look at it more," Fang Yi said honestly, but isn't it better to look at this painting for a while than to look at it just now, so of course you have to hurry up and look at it. But it's a pity that I know when this person can draw sketches or sketch too, his sketches are still at the intermediate ninety-five, as for those in the first grade who have just entered the school and are sketching for a few months, none of them have caught up with Wang Qiluo.

The boy took a puff of cigarette and said, "After watching it for so long, do you have any opinions?" Tell me about it".

Fang Yi shook his head when he heard this: "There's nothing to mention" It's not that Fang Yi can't mention it, but in case this artist loses his temper and thinks that he is talking nonsense and lets him get out of here, where can he find another one with such a good painting.

The boy smiled and said, "Sometimes it's a bystander, and if you can watch it for so long, it means that your foundation is not bad." Say whatever you want, and say I'm not a stingy person when you think of anything."

Fang Yi heard this man's words, so he had to stretch out his hand and point to the place where the jar and the flower were connected, and said: "If the complementary color here is a little stronger, then the color of this yellow flower will be more vivid, if I paint it, add a little blue and the color is darker, and the whole shadow is blue."

After listening to Fang Yi's words, the boy couldn't help but look at his own picture, thought for a while and nodded: "It's time to add a little blue!" "This question can be found if the boy examines it, but now Fang Yi can see it. I couldn't help but look up a little bit at this boy in the third year of high school.

Speaking of which, the boy began to draw further, and Fang Yi naturally continued to eat experience.

After more than half an hour like this, the boy readjusted the picture, and at this time, Fang Yi felt much more harmonious anyway. At this time, Fang Yi saw that the clock on the wall had been pointed to half past nine, and then he stood up from the stool.

"Big brother! When will you paint again? I still want to come and see it, okay? Fang Yi looked at the boy and asked. This is the experience tree, you can't let it go: "My name is Fang Yi!" ”。

The boy said, "My name is Zhou Tong!" I'm here every night if I don't have classes, but if you want to come and see, you can come except Monday and Wednesday, and I don't necessarily come here to paint on days off! ”。

"Hmmm! Thank you! After Fang Yi finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the studio towards the gate of the school. While walking, he thought: There are really people outside the world, twenty-two or three-year-old looks like they can be painted to such an extent, to be honest, there are too many cows painted by Wang Qiluo, who has always thought he is a genius, even if Wang Qiluo is dozens of years old, he can't reach the height of others.

If Zhou Tong heard Fang Yi's heartfelt words, he would faint all of a sudden: I'm not a student, I'm a lecturer of stone art, I'm just a baby face, in fact, I'm in my early thirties, and the child can always play soy sauce. I've been painting for almost 20 years, and I've been learning from a master-level teacher for almost ten years, and I'm not as good as your half-year-old baby, so I'm embarrassed to stay at my alma mater as a lecturer?

Of course Zhou Tong couldn't hear it, but now Zhou Tong just felt that this kid named Fang Yi had such a little meaning. And the foundation of the painting is very good, and I didn't think of anything else.

It wasn't until he got on the bus that Fang Yi figured out that his rapid progress in the past was probably due to Wang Qiluo's presence, which was like his own experience tree, and he had always allowed himself to get the nutrition to make progress from him. Now that I am the same as Wang Qiluo, of course I can learn less from his paintings.

Thinking of this, Fang Yi couldn't help but look at the stone art gate far away, and couldn't help but say in his heart: "This is the treasure land of my future brush experience, there is a lot of experience for me to brush, don't want anything else to be able to reach the realm of Zhou Tong, CAFA is nine out of ten!" ”。

Thinking of this, an idea popped up in my mind: If you brush all the professors and professors in stone art, what kind of realm can you achieve? Da vinci? Forget it, if I can reach the height of Titian, I will be satisfied, Fang Yi thought unashamedly. I never thought that as an oil painter, you may not be able to reach the height of Titian's master even if you paint all over the country, and even the height of Dawit Tynier is difficult.

Back at home, Fang Yi went through the big things and went to bed directly.

The next day the weather was quite nice, with the warm little sun poking its head out of the horizon early in the morning. **At one o'clock, I happened to send this warmth into the room through the window of the art classroom. The warm light cast square spots on the concrete floor, illuminating the entire art room very brightly.

Fang Yi naturally went to the art room early in the morning to paint his own colors, and the rhythm of the whole painting was brisk and warm, just like the winter sunshine, and the high-level paintings flowed naturally and easily from Fang Yi's hands. Now Fang Yi is like Wang Qiluo before, showing a peerless taste among all the students. Throughout the day, Fang Yi was experiencing and digesting what he had gained last night, and constantly combining new color perceptions into his paintings. One painting after another, each painting takes only two or three hours, and it does not seek the accuracy of the form or the delicacy of the brushstrokes. I want that kind of unpleasant feeling of controlling the colors, the kind of warmth and jumping of the picture like summer.

Every time he examines his paintings, Fang Yi feels that the whole picture is more full and warm, and the use of complementary colors is more handy, and the colors of these pictures are not only visual contrasts but also deepen the sense of space in the picture.

"Demons! There is no comparison! Wang Qiluo came to the art classroom all afternoon and didn't paint a painting, just stood behind Fang Yi and watched Fang Yi freely wave the brush in his hand on the easel, and put down the pen without hesitation. Just like my own painting teacher said, the eyes, brain, and hands work together!

"Give me this painting," Wang Qiluo said.

Fang Yi looked at his painting and said to Wang Qiluo: "This one is not good, the painting is more casual, today I will frame a piece of paper and draw a pair for you tomorrow, these are not finished at all, I really can't take it to you!" ”

After listening to Fang Yi's words, Wang Qiluo understood that Fang Yi wanted to draw one for himself, and the subtext was that the painting given to a friend should not be sloppy.

Wang Qiluo smiled and said, "Thank you, but if you paint it tomorrow, you can still paint a portrait for me, and the smaller one can be put into the trumpet frame." During this time, Wang Qiluo knew that if Fang Yi was allowed to play freely and get a painting of at least two openings for himself, how could he hang it at home so big? Hanging in the living room is going to occupy a wall. There is no jealousy of Fang Yi and Wang Qiluo, and the styles of the two are very different, which means that Fang Yi's paintings are quite different from the examination requirements of the Academy of Fine Arts. It's hard to say that your score is higher than your own when you actually get the test room. Of course, these ideas are all based on Wang Qiluo's own knowledge.

"No problem," Fang Yi said, "I'll paint you a portrait tomorrow." Yesterday, I figured out the significance of Wang Qiluo's rapid progress in the early stage, and what was the big deal about letting me paint a portrait, Fang Yi directly agreed.

After mounting the paper, Fang Yi went home directly to rest. The whole day is in the excitement and always gives your body and nerves a break. Now Fang Yi is like a child who has just learned to ride a bicycle, in this kind of excitement that he has just learned. It's not a good thing to be so excited, it's better to calm down.

The next morning, Fang Yi began to draw a small sketch with Wang Qiluo as a model, and after the liberation of Wang Qiluo, he began to paint again, and only after five or six pairs did he select the most satisfactory one, and began to paint according to this small draft on the easel.

The painting, which was only a little larger than A4, took three or four hours to complete. There is really no place to sign such a small painting. Fang Yi had to wait for the painting to dry out, took it off the drawing board, and signed his name on the back of the painting: Qiluo Save, and the date after the word Fang Yi.

Not only this painting, but also sketches and several color drafts were taken back by Wang Qiluo, and all of them were carefully preserved. Now Wang Qiluo just regarded them as a symbol of friendship between the two, and he hadn't considered the question of whether these paintings were worth anything in the future, let alone Wang Qiluo, everyone present, including the teacher, had not thought about how much the paintings were worth.