When he arrived at the school, he had just put the car in the canopy, and before Fang Yi could turn around, he heard a familiar voice coming from behind him: "Fang Yi!" Sick and cured? Why don't you take two more days off at home when you come to school so soon? ”。

Listening to his friend Zhang Xu's words, Fang Yi greeted him with a smile: "Where is there any illness, when you stay in the hospital and have nothing to do, you feel much happier in school!"

Zhang Xu leaned his broken car against the railing of the canopy, and the two chatted while walking towards the classroom upstairs. Along the way, I met familiar people and greeted them one by one.

"My parents agreed that I should study art, and I happened to go to the art class today to practice my skills," Fang Yi happily preached to Zhang Xu when he arrived at the door of the classroom.

Zhang Xu stretched out his hand and patted his friend's shoulder, and gently snuggled his mouth: "Let's not talk about this for now, comfort your little girlfriend, people are obviously in bad spirits these days!" After speaking, Fang Yi pushed Fang Yi into the classroom and walked towards his seat.

With a relaxed smile on his face, Fang Yi walked to his desk: "I'm fine, I'm coming to school!" ”。 After speaking, his eyes stopped on the face of his little girlfriend Mu Jin for two or three seconds.

"That's good!" Mu Jin looked up at Fang Yi and found that Fang Yi seemed to be different from before, his whole person became relaxed, and the two shallow dimples that used to appear on his face were back. He couldn't help but raise his hand and pressed his hand on the back of Fang Yi's hand.

didn't expect Mu Jin to hold his hand in the classroom, Fang Yi was stunned: "This is not playing underground love?" ”。

Poof! Mu Jin's tablemate Li Fen said with a smile: "You can see Mu Jin's expression when you lie down, what else is hidden!" That's fine, we don't have to help you two keep it a secret."

After listening to Li Fen's words, Fang Yi immediately understood, and grabbed Mu Jin's hand with his backhand: "Is this a blessing in disguise?" ”。

Just as he wanted to stretch out his other hand to cover his girlfriend's little hand and rub it twice, Mu Jin hurriedly broke away. Fang Yi smiled and said: "Isn't it public, in the future, we can hold hands and walk when we get out of school, or I can use a bicycle to carry you!" ”。

"Don't be complacent! I promised Mr. Guan that if his grades dropped, he would talk to my parents! Mu Jin said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter if my grades don't decline or not, just be able to go to art college," Fang Yi sat on his desk and said, "My parents agreed that I would take the painting exam!" ”。

When Li Fen heard this, he immediately said: "This is double happiness, you can take the art exam and your body is good again" said that he reached out and slapped the book on Fang Yi's desk: "Fang Yi! I have to express this anyway, it's not interesting to just talk about it! ”。

Fang Yi nodded: "You don't say that I forgot it, does my dad ask me to call a few of you to my house for dinner?" ”。

"What does that mean?" Li Lin happened to walk to the table at this time, stretched out his hand and gently slapped Fang Yi's shoulder, expressing his joy at returning from the same table.

Listening to Fang Yi repeat the words, he hurriedly shook his head and said, "Then forget it, everyone will do this, classmates, and your family is still sitting at the table at your house?" ”。

Fang Yi thought about it, and he didn't want to go to someone else's house to eat with other people's parents, so he said: "Then don't go home for dinner tomorrow, I'll pay out of my own pocket to invite everyone to eat!" ”。

Li Lin gave Fang Yi a thumbs up when he heard it and said, "It's still Fang Yi on the road!" After speaking, he jokingly said to Mu Jin: "Give Fang Yi more money, and I won't eat at noon tomorrow!" ”。

Mu Jin listened to it, picked up Fang Yi's book, and threw it towards Li Lin.

"Fang Yi! Homeroom teacher please! At this time, a classmate's voice came from the door of the class.

Leaving the classroom and arriving at the door of the office, Fang Yi reached out and knocked twice on the open door of the office: "Teacher Guan, you called me?" ”

"Sit!" Teacher Guan raised his head and looked at Fang Yi, and smiled and motioned for Fang Yi to sit down on a teacher's chair in front of his desk: "How is it, is your body okay?" ”。

"It's nothing, it's all right now," Fang Yi hurriedly said. Fang Yi didn't know that this time he was not only startled by his homeroom teacher, but also by the teaching director and the principal. After Fang Yi's incident, now the make-up class every Saturday is only in the morning, and the school will not let it in the afternoon, and instructs all teachers to always care about the physical condition of students, and must pay attention to the combination of work and rest. That is to say, Fang Yi lay down and gave all the senior high school students an extra afternoon every week!

After listening to this, Teacher Guan said: "If there is anything uncomfortable, just tell the teacher, don't endure it yourself." And at this time, what the head teacher wanted was to watch more in the future.

"Teacher Guan, I may have less time in the classroom in the future, my parents agreed that I will take the painting exam and I am ready to go to stone art, so I want to work a little more on the basis of art!"

Teacher Guan listened to Fang Yi's words and thought for a while and said: "Then you should also pay more attention to your body, there is no problem with your cultural performance in the art school, but are you sure about this art?" ”。 The head teacher was a little concerned, where are the cultural scores of more than 500 points, where can they fall in a year? And it's a science major, not a liberal arts major, and I usually bring it to the world, at most, I will lose more than 100 points.

Fang Yi listened and said, "You have to give it a try, if you really can't do it, you will come back for another year next year!" Fang Yi still doesn't know how useful the things in his head can be, and there are still four months left, so he can't say that he will definitely pass the exam. At the same time, there is no shortage of people who have studied for ** years, and now this thing must be related to art, and Fang Yi has no bottom in his heart.

"Anyway, you pay attention to your body, just don't give me this again!" After speaking, he waved his hand at Fang Yi and said, "Then you go, arrange your own time to go to Teacher Sun to study!" ”。

After listening to the teacher's words, Fang Yi stood up from the chair: "Teacher Guan! Then I'll go back! Looking at the teacher, he nodded, turned and walked out of the office.

After returning to the classroom and chatting with Mu Jin, Fang Yi walked towards the art classroom with his hands empty.

The art classroom is three cement bungalows in a corner of the campus, and after a year, Duoyi has stepped into it again and again.

Call! Call! After taking two breaths at the half-hidden door, Fang Yi calmed down his excitement before pushing open the door and walking in. As soon as he looked up, he saw more than a dozen faces looking at him, only half of them knew him, and of course a few who were concentrating on their paintings didn't notice Fang Yi coming in. There are not only art students in the third year of high school, but also art students in the second year of high school. These people gathered in several piles, either painted still lifes or painted plaster casts.

"Fang Yi! What are you doing here? Teacher Sun watched Fang Yi enter the door and asked with a smile. The hair on the old man's fifty-fifty head had been killed, and only a shallow circle of white hair remained.

"Teacher Sun, I will paint here in the future, please give me a set of utensils," Fang Yi said to the teacher.

Old man Sun didn't ask anything, and beckoned to Fang Yi to follow him towards the office in the far corner of the bungalow.

As soon as he opened the door, Teacher Sun asked Fang Yi, "What do you want?" Regular or mid-range? ”。

"Mid-range, today I will sketch for a long time without drawing a little bit of the tide, first give me a pencil from HB to 8B, and then 8 pieces of 8K sketch paper, in addition to 8 pieces of gouache paper, as well as gouache and a bucket of palette paints, you can get me a set, calculate how much, I will bring it to you tomorrow" Fang Yi said.

Teacher Sun smiled and said, "Then you come over and take a hand," and walked towards the big cabinet behind him. Fang Yi followed behind the teacher, and then the old man took out the things from the cabinet. Then the old man wrote them down on the paper one by one, and each amount of money was clearly marked very seriously.

"You can just write a rough one, there is no need to mark it so finely" Fang Yi looked at a large pile of things, and the old man had to write for about ten minutes and said.

The old man raised his head and said, "It's good to write it clearly, everyone is neat!" After speaking, he lowered his head and wrote slowly. In the end, it came out with one hundred and twenty dollars.

Holding these things, Fang Yi returned to the studio, found an empty table and put things on it, then picked up a piece of sketch paper and sandwiched it on the easel and mentioned it next to the Marseille plaster head, and then asked the student next to him to borrow a knife while sharpening the pencil while turning around the classroom to look at other people's paintings.

I turned around and stood behind a junior high school acquaintance, who used to be the best at drawing, but now it's even better, it's a lot taller than the other classmates.

"Fang Yi? How did you come here, I heard that you are sick, are you feeling better? This person felt that there was someone behind him, and when he turned his head and saw that it was Fang Yi who took off the headphones, he said.

Fang Yi smiled and glanced at this kid, the black and thin one meter six or five heads with sharp beaks and monkey cheeks looked obscene, who could have guessed that the painting was quite beautiful, and the lines were strong and powerful, quite brilliant. I didn't even know that the person who came in at the door knew that this person's painting was not for nothing.

"It's not a big deal, Wang Qiluo! I haven't seen you draw better now for more than a year, there is hope for CAFA," Fang Yi said casually, staring at other people's pictures.

Wang Qiluo smiled: "CAFA is so easy to take the test, and the national will report on the brilliant painting and painting!" Where can this guarantee be on it? If you want to try your luck, you must go" After speaking, he glanced at the pencil in Fang Yi's hand and asked, "Come to paint today?" ”。

"Hmmm! My family agreed that I would learn to draw," Fang Yi replied, holding up the pencil in his hand.

Listening to Fang Yi's words, Wang Qiluo nodded and turned his gaze back to his painting.

Fang Yi watched him draw two strokes and returned to his easel, looked at it for a while, and then started the line on the paper, first fixing the large body on the picture. After the first two or three minutes of rustiness, Fang Yi felt that he was excited, and the lines in his hands seemed to flow on paper.

The two of them passed silently like this, and Fang Yi felt that it was almost time to stand up. He took two steps back from his easel, and once again compared his own picture with the plaster cast as a whole.

"The hand is not a matter of life, the lines are okay," Mr. Sun stood behind Fang Yi and said: "There are still many unsatisfactory places, and the relationship between the virtual and the real is a little inappropriate." And then there is the relationship between the whole and the part! You must pay attention to the fact that the beard on the chin has been over-handled......" The teacher looked at Fang Yi's drawing and pointed out the shortcomings to Fang Yi. Then he patted Fang Yi on the shoulder: "Take your time, you can't wait to look at other people's paintings in this matter."

While listening to Fang Yi and nodding, he could see these problems by himself, and after turning around, there was no one worse than his own painting. I took the paper off the easel and put another piece of paper on it, and was about to pick up the pen and draw again, when I found that the sketch in my mind was halfway through the experience bar below.