Now there is another person in Fang Yi's studio, and that is Wang Hongqi's son Wang Hanmo. After a few days of hard work, Fang Yi liked this kid a little.

Because Hanmo is very diligent, he is not as lazy as Fang Yi originally thought, and he is not slacking off because he knew him when he was a child, and his father is still his friend. Naturally, it was impossible to come earlier than Fang Yi in the morning, but when he left, he would pack up his things neatly, and after doing everything he saw and could do in the studio, he would clean the entire studio before going home, which made Fang Yi nod secretly in his heart.

And on the basis of painting, it is also very good, Lu Qikun laid a very solid foundation for this kid, and Yi did not see too much shadow of Lu Qikun in terms of technique, but he obviously saw some things of Zhu Zheng, that is, things that were biased towards himself.

Fang Yi stood behind this Han Mo, looked at a figure on his canvas and opened his mouth and said: "This part should be more in-depth, the brushstrokes are more delicate, this is the back of a young girl, not the calloused hands of an old farmer, to show that sense of vitality and warmth, to make people want to touch this softness with their hands!" If you can't feel the original texture of what you've drawn, how can you expect others to see it? ”。

Han Mo couldn't help but scratch his head when he heard Fang Yi's words, then raised his head and said to Fang Yi: "Teacher, your things are a little too difficult!" I didn't feel so difficult when I picked up Teacher Lu and Uncle Zhu before! ”。

Wang Hanmo has been following a group of people since he was a child, and the atmosphere of painting is naturally not comparable to ordinary art students. This thing is born with luck, not something that money can buy, plus the kid is not very in Fang Yi's eyes. However, in the eyes of Lu Qikun and these people, that day was very good, if it weren't for Lu Qikun, he wouldn't have opened his mouth to help Wang Hongqi let Fang Yi accept the apprentice.

In this case, Wang Hanmo naturally has a little pride in his heart, diligence and pride are sometimes a pair of twin brothers, and now Wang Hanmo is put in the children under the age of 20 in China, and it is definitely a super-first-class level in terms of painting skills.

"Take your time! These things are not things that you can see progress in ten days with me, or it will take more than ten years" Fang Yi glanced at Wang Hanmo with a smile. Seeing that there was no unusual expression on his face, he couldn't help but praise it in his heart.

"Here's one of your own paintings, and I'll call a model tomorrow! Qikun must have let you draw your own style. Show off your own style, and get rid of the painting when you're done with the part I just said! ”。

Wang Hanmo couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, and opened his mouth to Fang Yi and asked, "Just shovel it like this?" ”。

"What are you keeping? Is something like this worthy of your keepsake? Fang Yi glanced at his apprentice and then said affirmatively: "Shovel it!" ”。

Seeing Fang Yi turn around and leave on his easel, Wang Hanmo couldn't help asking, "Teacher." There is one more question I would like to tell you".

"What's the problem?" Fang Yi stopped. turned his head to look at Wang Hanmo and asked.

Wang Hanmo said a little embarrassed: "Mr. Lu didn't let me paint my own style, I used to think about making things myself, but every time Mr. Lu saw it, it was a slap when he came up, and then he scolded me for a long time!" ……”。

Although Hanmo didn't deal with Fang Yi for a few years, Fang Yi went to France, but mixed in his father's circle, he naturally knew a lot about Fang Yi's story, and knew that not long after Fang Yi went to school in stone art, he began to develop his own style at the request of his ancestor Liu Hongshuo. Now that I have been painting for more than ten years, I haven't tried to explore my own style, which makes Hanmo a little embarrassed.

Fang Yi heard it and asked, "Classicism that only paints?" Looking at Han Mo, he nodded and asked, "I'm afraid this thing is taught by your Uncle Zhu Zheng!" ”。

"Hmmm! Uncle Zhu taught a lot of details and techniques. Mr. Lu said that his technique is now among the younger generation in China, and classicism is superb," Wang Hanmo said honestly.

Fang Yi nodded: "Very good!" ”。

Hearing this, Fang Yi more or less understood what Lu Qikun meant, and also knew that Lu Qikun understood that with Wang Hanmo's talent and level, although it was very good, it was fortunate to say that Xiong inherited Fang Yi's mantle, what to talk about? Such a request is a bit of nonsense.

In his heart, Lu Qikun himself is not too sure of the post-classicism that he can control at this time, and he expects Hanmo to be able to express the pure 'Yipai postclassicism' at his own age. Now it is estimated that some people think a lot, but there is really no one who is really capable.

"You draw first! When you're done, I'll show you how I did when I was in school! What Fang Yi is talking about is the so-called silver and blue period works that some critics have divided themselves, and now this thing should be able to get started according to Wang Hanmo's level.

After speaking, Fang Yi turned around and walked to his easel, and when he picked up the paintbrush, he remembered one more thing: "By the way, tomorrow I will bring out a few colors of the list on your table, and then stretch a canvas, and the sketchpad is ready!" After speaking, Fang Yi pointed to the drawing board he had chosen.

"Hmmm! I made a note of it, teacher! Wang Hanmo nodded immediately after hearing this, and then probably because he was afraid that he would forget it, he immediately turned around and went to his painting cabinet, pulled out his own note, wrote it down, and then pasted it next to his painting cabinet.

Now Fang Yi likes this feeling a little, and understands why his teacher likes to toss himself when he has something to do, and this old thing is so easy for Dean to use, and he is willing to protect Dean back.

It's so cool to have an apprentice to call you! If the canvas is not well framed, then remount it! After a bad scolding on the bottom material, let him restart, it's like half a little maid, and there is no ordinary servant who doesn't know which one of them in the studio is asked, only knows how to sweep the floor or something, and the elementary school apprentice can do any job, because he has to learn everything, and he has to know everything!

As for why you don't call the little square. Is it just the age of the villain? Besides, this can be the grandson of the old lady Yu Qin, if he suffers any crime, the old lady will not be able to pass that pass. Besides, it's also his own son, isn't it? I can't do it at such a small level, so I can only wait for it to be a little bigger!

Fang Yi started painting his own works here, although the costume and everything arrived, Fang Yi himself was also very shameless to be a model for himself, but it was always very inconvenient, and it was okay to wear a dress and look in the mirror, if he wore a dress and rode on horseback. Then standing in front of an easel and looking in the mirror to draw yourself, it's a bit more difficult.

Soon Fang Yi sent this problem, and he also understood that he was afraid that he would not be able to be a model nine times out of ten. I had to find another way. Of course, there are many ways to solve the problem, the easiest is to hire a new model, the size should be about the same as Fang Yi, and the eyebrows should be clear. looks handsome, this is in line with Fang Yi's imagined high-quality pet.

Where to find a model? Of course, I went to the Painters' Village first. There are a lot of people in the painter village now, anyway, in terms of skin color, all the black, white, yellow, brown and chocolate colors are complete, and it is regarded as an art mecca by domestic art youth! It should be easy to find someone.

Fang Yi stood in front of the easel, holding his cheeks and thinking about this matter carefully, after thinking about it, he casually threw down his paintbrush, then wiped his hands and said to Hanmo and his son in the studio: "Let's take a rest, I'll take you to the painter's village!" ”。

When Fang Yu heard this, he immediately threw away the pencil in his hand. Loud music coaxed: "Oh, oh! Let's hang out! ”。

Wang Hanmo looked at his canvas that had just been painted for a short time. Although I wanted to continue painting, I felt that it was more tempting to follow my teacher to the painter's village. However, Wang Hanmo understands that this matter is not up to him, and now his teacher in this studio is NO1, and his words are holy decrees to himself.

Thinking of this, Wang Hanmo's heart immediately became steady: The teacher took him out!

So the three of them went out of the studio together and went to the stable. When Wang Hanmo was in China, he was often taken to the horse farm by Zhu Zheng and others, and it is naturally not strange that he can ride a horse. Fang Yi put his son in front of his saddle, and the three of them and two horses dangled towards the painter's village.

Wang Hanmo has not visited Fang Yi properly except for such a section of the road sent by his stepmother Keth every day, and now he is riding on horseback and is fascinated by the scenery on both sides, and he can't help but start looking around. This look at the horse's speed couldn't help but slow down, and let Fang Yi urge him once to speed up a little.

When he arrived at the tavern, Fang Yi couldn't sit at the bar now, so he found a table where no one was there and sat down.

"Boss, old look!" Fang Yi raised his hand to the proprietress in the bar and gestured.

"Boss, old look!" Fang Yi's words had just fallen, and Xiao Fang's crisp child's voice was about to sound in the small bar. Immediately there was a burst of laughter in the bar.

When the proprietress saw Fang Yi coming in, she had already started to prepare things, preparing nuts and beer for Fang Yi, nuts and juice for Fang Yi and Wang Hanmo.

Putting things on Fang Yi's table, the proprietress looked at Xiao Fang Yu and happily teased him: "Did you bring any money, how much can you tip, shouting so loudly?" ”。

Xiao Fangyu, who was kneeling on the bench, scratched his head, then took out a dollar ticket from his pocket, stretched out his little hand and said to the proprietress: "Don't look for it!" ”。

"Thank you!" The proprietress pretended to be very happy and took a dollar, and said immediately.

Fang Yi looked at the smugness on his son's face, and couldn't help laughing, listening to the amusement of the proprietress and his son, turning his head to look at the guests in the bar, and from time to time when he looked at others, he smiled at them with a friendly smile.

Soon a young man attracted Fang Yi's attention, this young man was very thin, his five views were also very tough, the clothes on his body were very artistic, many waistcoats with pockets, dark green thick shirts, pants and shoes on his feet were blocked by the table, Fang Yi couldn't see it, but judging from this person's expression and sitting posture, this person's personality is probably not dissolute and definitely uninhibited.

Such characters are common in the painter's village, but generally they are either white or black, and yellow people are generally a little humble, and this one attracts Fang Yi's attention because of this demeanor combined with a yellow face.

It seemed that this person also sensed that Fang Yi was looking at him, and raised his head to meet Fang Yi's eyes, and couldn't help but be stunned.

After seeing Fang Yi smiling at him, his face immediately returned to normal, smiled at Fang Yi and nodded, and then buried his head in the cup in his hand.

The proprietress saw Fang Yi's gaze, couldn't help but look over, and saw Fang Yi staring at the young man, and couldn't help but smile and whispered: "This young man is also from China, and I heard others say that the painting is good!" I've been in the village for two months now, and now I'm sharing a small room with two Chinese students."

Fang Yi heard this, and couldn't help but be a little more interested in his heart, and looked in the direction of this young man again. Seeing that the young man looked at himself again, he couldn't help but stand up and walked towards the young man sitting at the table.

"Hello!" Fang Yi directly greeted him in Chinese.

"Hello, Mr. Fang!" The young man watched Fang Yi sit beside him, and nodded to Fang Yi and said.

When Fang Yi sat down, he realized that this young man was very interesting, and other people here were generally excited when they saw him, but this young man looked at him with a calm gaze, and he didn't seem to let Fang Yi's name affect him. (To be continued......)