In front of the small shrub outside the town, a model is half-open, a touch of pale green sand covers the young skin, one hand lightly lifts the sand skirt, the other hand pulls the small shrub beside him, and behind him is a small tree that can only partially shade the sun, and the sporadic sunlight falls on the model's body.

Not far from the model, four easels were arranged in a semi-circle, one every two or three meters from left to right, and Fang Yi, Khima, Artur and Anders were concentrating on painting the model. Rude did not join Fang Yi and the four because Rude preferred to depict models in an indoor background, and now there is also a model in Rude's studio, but it is unknown whether he is painting or communicating between spirit and body.

Now Fang Yi understands a little bit why Paris will become the art capital of the world, not only Parisians, but even the people in this remote Parisian town have a tolerant heart for artists.

The life of the people in the small town is not as fast as that of Paris, nor is there such an open concept of life as the people in the urban area of Paris, these people in Fang Yi's view are living the days of the sunrise and sunset in the pastoral style of Tianyuan. Although life is quite conservative, they are quite friendly and understanding to Fang Yi and the others, especially Rude, an erotic artist, and do not show Guan Fangfei's strong love and hatred.

Fang Yi even thinks that the names of artists are equivalent to a child who does not grow up in his soul in his eyes, with a little out of tune in his head, and a little uninhibited and rebellious in his behavior!

"Artur, are we going on a date? Let's start with you inviting me to dinner! The female model, who was holding a bush in her hand, quipped to Altool, who was drawing.

Artur blushed and replied as he painted: "Not good! ”。

"For what? Am I not beautiful enough? Or am I not in good shape? The female model continued to look at the blushing Artur and asked.

"You're beautiful. But not the type I like! Artur paused for a moment and thought seriously before replying.

Hehehe! The female model laughed softly.

If he hadn't understood Artur, it would have been hard for Fang Yi to imagine that a thirty-two-year-old man would be so shy. And with a childish shyness. Each of the three models that Fang Yi signed together likes to flirt with the young Norwegian artist, and they enjoy it.

"Angel, go on a date with me!" Anders said to the female model: "I'm so much more humorous than Artur!" When I was skeptical, there was something wrong with Artur's orientation! ”。

Artur was a little unhappy when he heard this, and said in a discerning voice: "I like girls! Anders, don't talk nonsense! ”。

Hearing this, Anders raised his hands and shook his head in an impatient gesture. That's why I continued to paint my own paintings.

"You're not cute enough!" Angell, the female model, looked at the tall Anders and said, "It's not like Artur!"

When Fang Yi and Khima heard this, they couldn't help but smile on the corners of their mouths.

Anders looked at the female model and said, "Your orientation is also a bit weird, and you are actually interested in a cartoonish character like us Artur, you! Very wicked! ”。 Speaking of which, here. Anders pointed at Angel with the pen in his hand, and said with his head half-tilted.

"Anders, you don't know women, it's a talent like Artur to attract girls" Angel looked up and straightened his chest. The pink in his chest stood in the air: "It can arouse the great maternal feelings in a woman's heart!" ”。

"Hahaha!" Fang Yi and Kehima couldn't hold back anymore when they heard this. They all laughed softly.

"Is this a compliment?" Artur blinked at Angel, then asked curiously, "I don't understand!" ”。

As soon as this sentence came out, even Angel laughed.

Artur looked at Fang Yi and the others laughing, and then touched his head and said to himself: "Is it so funny?" ”。 After saying that, he continued to paint on his canvas.

Fang Yi looked at Artur and couldn't help but think of the time when he was engaged in painting in China, and at that time he was allowed to give people the feeling that this was it. Like Artur now, he doesn't care about anything other than painting, but Artur goes a little deeper. Even some jokes he didn't want to wonder if others were maliciously making fun of him, and in his eyes there was no room for anything but painting. Including the beautiful model girl in front of you.

"Alright friends, hurry up, there is still more than half an hour, and Lawrence should be here! And Angel's time is coming, guys, hurry up! Kahima looked at the watch in his hand and opened his mouth.

The thirty-five-year-old is a bit serious and time-conscious, usually not late for appointments, doesn't like people to be late, and doesn't even feel lazy like an Italian. For Fang Yi, Khima is more like a German born in Italy. There is a bit of truth and rigidity in the character of life.

What's even more bizarre is that Kahima hardly uses a mobile phone, preferring to use the old way of writing letters when contacting friends, and his letters are not simply one or two pages, but directly equivalent to a package, which may also include some of his current paintings.

The Lawrence mentioned by Khima is Zou Heming as Fang Yi said, and he is also the owner of the five-person contracted gallery, this time he mainly watched the progress of the five-person works, and then said that there were still some things to discuss.

"Mine is almost!" After Fang Yi finished speaking, he put down the paintbrush in his hand. In the past, I didn't know how fast Lu Dao painted himself, but now that he has other people to compare, Fang Yi is a little faster than Kehima and others for the same similar works. Thanks to Fang Yi's solid basic skills.

"Give me fifteen more minutes!" Anders said, holding his paintbrush.

"I'll have five or six minutes," Artur said.

For the rest of the day, everyone got serious. Concentrate on your own canvas. Fang Yi stood one meter behind the three friends and looked at their paintings, and everyone has made great progress during this time. Including Fang Yi himself, the progress bar in his mind had already reached ninety-eight percent, and he was about to reach the master level.

After getting along with these friends for so long, Fang Yi realized a sentence, three people become tigers! As the saying goes, it's three stinkers on top of Zhuge Liang! In the exploration of color, there are five people who join in noticeably faster, and sometimes it is like brainstorming, and one person asks a question. Others will be able to refute or improve their ideas based on their own experience in painting. And there are people who practice different ideas or ideas separately. At this point alone, it was much faster than Fang Yi groping alone.

After about twenty minutes, several people packed up their things and walked towards the rented house with their easel in one hand and their finished work in the other.

Fang Yi lives in a small house next to the barn, while Anders and Altur live on the upper level of the barn. On the lower level is a simple bar and studio. Usually every night, the five of them either sit in the small courtyard in front of the barn, or go to the small bar to have a little drink together, chatting about artistic exploration and perfecting the common style.

When they arrived at the door, Angel and everyone came with a veneer salute: "I should go back!" See you next time! ”。

"See you next time!" Fang Yi and Angel said.

Angel rolled down the window after getting into the car, made a phone gesture to Artur, and then silently said through the shape of his mouth: Call me!

Fang Yi couldn't help but smile again.

"Brad? Peter! Anders reached out and gently patted Artur on the shoulder and said, "Every girl likes you for anything!" After speaking, he pretended to wipe his face, looked up and blinked. Pretend not to let the tears flow.

"Quietly go to your waiter!" Artur said, glancing at his friend.

"I love the waiters! Like Fang said, I like to please them. Change their perception of the world and make them more beautiful! Anders said.

Here I have to mention Anders is a strange one, like waiters, and not the kind of waiters who are very spicy, like the kind of waitress with a little, in Anders's words, a little rustic. In other words, the kind of girl who wears little hot pants, bends over to expose a groin, shows a quarter to a fifth of the hip line below, and wears an umbilical ring and exposes a small waist, is not Anders' thing, Anders likes the kind of girl with a ponytail and flat shoes and a plaid dress. And happy to chase these rustic-looking girls.

At this point, Fang Yi joked: Anders prefers to please working people!

Ruud's eccentricity is not to mention, he likes to mingle with models, and as for Khima, he has not yet discovered it.

The four of them laughed and entered the room, then put their works on the easel, waited for Ruud to come over, and then everyone commented on their works together, waiting for others to give their opinions.

Sitting on the sofa, the four of them chatted quietly for almost ten minutes, and Kahima looked at the watch in his hand: "Ruud is consumed on the model again?" ”。

"I'll call it!" Fang Yi stood up from the sofa as he spoke, put the beer bottle in his hand on the table and walked towards the door.

When he arrived at the door of Rude's house, Fang Yi leaned his ears to listen and found that there was no big noise inside, so he knocked on the door: "Rude!" Everyone is waiting for you, and the time is almost up! ”。

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the door open, and Ruud said as he buttoned his clothes, "Come soon!" Why don't you come in and wait for me to come along!" ”。

Fang Yi glanced into the room, saw the female model lying on the sofa on all fours, and opened her mouth to say, "Forget it, I'll go first!" ”。 After taking two steps, he turned back to Ruud and said, "Man! Can you change places? It's on the drawing cabinet or the carpet, but don't be on that damn couch! Next time I sit I have a shadow! ”。

"Anyway, we got together in a different place, didn't we?" Rude said a word to Fang Yi, then turned around and went back to the house to find his pants. (To be continued......)