got on the plane and found a seat, Fang Yi took out a sketchbook from his bag and put it on the small table, and then put the travel bag in the gift box.

He sat down in his chair and began to pick up a pencil and draw in his sketchbook, thinking about what techniques Bobiler had used to achieve that canvas effect.

The old man has a withdrawn personality and doesn't recognize anyone else when he paints, and some of the girls who model him say in the newspaper that the line parallel to the easel is the scale, and in the studio only Bobile himself can cross it, and as soon as others step over the old man, he immediately becomes angry.

Fang Yi knew that this was the arrogance of the old thing, and wanted to maintain a sense of mystery to the world in terms of skills, just like Fang Yi saw a report that didn't know whether Lu Dao was correct or apocryphal, which wrote that a foreigner had spent more than 20 years studying how the Egyptians built the pyramids, how to arrange such huge stones in stacks together, and the yards were so high. In order to prove that he had really discovered it, the man moved some huge stones for several miles, relying on himself and a few sticks, and did not use modern machines at all, and the man did not tell the world how to move it for the rest of his life, and triumphantly carried the secret to the grave.

Although I don't know whether this thing is true or not, but now this old thing Bobile is such a mentality, I don't know how I drew it, you just think about it, you can't think of it, you are stupid! That's basically what it means.

Most of the time, the so-called tricks are separated by a layer of paper, and as long as they are pierced, there is nothing special. As far as Fang Yi's current skill level is concerned, he thinks that what is horizontal in front of his eyes is the thin layer of paper, and even through this layer of paper. Fang Yi could see the light coming from the other side.

"Sir, the plane is taking off soon, please fasten your seat belt" The flight attendant walked to Fang Yi's side, bent down slightly and said with a smile on her face.

Fang Yi raised his hair and smiled politely, put down the pencil in his hand and fastened the seat belt: "Talk to me in Chinese, my Chinese is much smoother than English." The choice to return to China is the plane of domestic aviation, and the flight attendants are naturally all Chinese people. Speaking Chinese also sounds a little smoother.

"What a shame!" The stewardess nodded in agreement. Seeing Fang Yi and a group of foreigners talking and laughing together, the flight attendant thought that Fang Yi was Chinese. After working for a few years, the flight attendant used English to Fang Yi according to her habit. thinks Fang Yi is a banana man. There are many people with Chinese faces who can't speak Chinese, especially small bananas of Fang Yi's age.

Fastening his seat belt, Fang Yi continued to draw, as for the little air pressure effect of the plane taking off, it didn't matter to Fang Yi at all.

There weren't many people in the entire first class either. The space between the seats is already large. Even if it is full, it will not be like standing up in an ordinary cabin and seeing the black pressure on a human head, and now if you want to stand up and look at it, it can only be the feeling of two or three kittens.

As soon as the plane stabilized its flight altitude, it stabilized. Anders also came at this time to sleep on the blanket, put on an eye mask and began to date Yang Zhougong's daughter. Kahima was chatting quietly with Artur next to him, while Ruud was sitting at the window looking out, his eyes slowly narrowing and opening abruptly, and he began to fight against sleepiness subconsciously.

Fang Yi was naturally focused on fiddling with the things at hand. I fiddled around for a while, but I didn't come up with any clever ideas. simply raised his head, looked at the stewardess who walked around to deliver tea or something, and began to draw sketches in the notebook, now Fang Yi's sketches can't be said to be sketches, the paintings are very delicate, equivalent to realistic sketches. For more than ten minutes, Fang Yi raised his head from time to time to look at the flight attendant who had just reminded him to wear his seat belt, and faithfully recorded this person's face in his sketchbook.

"You drew me? It's really like "The stewardess walked to Fang Yi's side, added a little juice to the small cup on Fang Yi's table, saw herself in the sketchbook at a glance, and couldn't help but open her mouth to praise and say.

"Thank you!" Fang Yi smiled at the stewardess and reached out to take the drink he wanted.

The stewardess looked at Fang Yi's sketchbook, in fact, she wanted to ask the young man for this portrait of herself very much, but for various reasons, she didn't speak, and glanced at Fang Yi's book before leaving. If it was before, Fang Yi might not have cut this page directly with a raise of his hand and generously give it to this little flight attendant, but now it is impossible to do so. On the one hand, I didn't have that friendship with the flight attendant, and before I raised my hand, a few stacks of tickets printed with people's heads went out.

Turning his head, he found that Rude beside him had fallen asleep, and motioned to the little stewardess to bring a blanket and cover it on his friend's body, Anders over there was also like a little pig sleeping at the root, and there was still Anders between Khima and Artur who were not sleeping, and Fang Yi couldn't come over to chat, so he had to continue to turn his head and look at the other people in the cabin to see if there were people who looked special enough to inspire his desire to perform.

The characteristic people didn't see it, Fang Yi did see a person with a familiar face, of course, it was Fang Yi who knew the Tao of others, and others might not know who Fang Yi was. A famous movie star from China, his name is Zhang Jiji. This famous doesn't mean that his movie works are anything good, in general, he can mix, after one or two movies are filmed, today's boyfriend, tomorrow's boyfriend, now he is entangled with foreigners, not only often appears in the domestic media, but also in the foreign media, the little face often stands in the entertainment version, domestic netizens jokingly call Zhang International, saying that she is engaged in international men, and the scandals are one after another, and they have not stopped.

Zhang Jiji is now sitting in front of Fang Yi, some people in China say that she has a personality and dares to speak out, but now that Fang Yi looks at this person, her image is even worse if she is a little bad. The international movie star was stilting Erlang's legs, his hands and arms crossed together, and from Fang Yi's side, there were a lot of things on the small table.

"Take these away and get me some fruit" Zhang Jiji lightly opened his lips, raised his head slightly to look at the stewardess standing next to him, and stretched out his fingers to light on the small table.

The stewardess listened to the instructions and began to put away the things on the table with a smile on her face.

"Don't take this, didn't I say it just now" Zhang Jiji watched the flight attendant take the small box, and immediately stopped and complained.

"I'm sorry!" The stewardess immediately put the small box down and packed up the rest of the things.

Fang Yi looked at the movie star and shook his head in his heart, what kind of quality is this. People are flight attendants and not your little maids, even if you change things, you can't say it in a different tone? However, the facial expression of this movie star really made Fang Yi a little interested, until now, Fang Yi has not encountered a character like the landlord's wife in the old movie in reality, and now that Fang Yi sees it, can he not observe it for a while?

Watching with interest as the little stewardess finished packing up her things, Fang Yi held her chin and watched with a playful smile on her face, running the train with her head full.

"What's the matter with you?" Zhang Jiji turned his face and saw Fang Yi's face, looked at Fang Yi and asked with a cold look on his face.

Where does Fang Yi eat this, if you take first class, I will also take first class, and I am not a flight attendant at your disposal, and asked in a relaxed tone with a little disdain: "Do you think there is anything wrong with me?" ”。

Before Zhang Jiji could answer, a man sitting next to him turned his head and saw Fang Yi, who seemed to be an assistant or something, and said to Fang Yi: "You want to sign it?" ”。

These words immediately stuck Fang Yi, Fang Yi didn't think about asking for any signatures at all, not to mention this current name, even if the popular and purple leather couple stood in front of Fang Yi, Fang Yi would not have any interest in asking for an autograph.

Would you like to sign? This sentence really seemed like a joke to Fang Yi. Not to mention artists like Fang Yi, even among the public, there are many people who disdain to ask what movie stars want what autographs, that is the so-called fandom.

"Do you think I'm a movie fan?" Fang Yi asked rhetorically.

"So what's the matter with you? Are you trying to make trouble? The man stared at Fang Yi and asked. I thought to myself, "Who is this man?" Haven't seen it. If it had been somewhere else, this assistant would have come over to question Fang Yi a long time ago, and looking at Fang Yi's clothes, he might have to come up and push twice, or maybe punch him twice. What celebrity assistant has less to do to hit fans? But this is a first-class cabin, and the characters who come on it are also a little rich, not flat-headed people who can be beaten by themselves.

For the matter of being a fan, Fang Yi was insensitive to him, standing at the door for an hour or two, and then being pushed impatiently by the assistant, just like that, he was still yelling, and his roots were numb. In Fang Yi's opinion, it is particularly incomprehensible, how good it would be for young people to do two more math problems at this time?

Even if he wants to worship, from a professional point of view, he will not be an entertainment star, which can make Fang Yi admit that he is a fan, and those abroad are lying in the ground, at least for more than 100 years. Domestic masters like Mr. Shiraishi or something, they have also done ancient things. Thinking about Yi Yi worshipping Zhang Jiji, the difficulty is similar to that of Xie Erzhen worshipping Xiao Aohei in the big bang of life in the back.

Fang Yi smiled and said narrowly: "No, I just want to ask you one, do you want my signature?" After a few hundred years, you can still sell it for money! ”。

"Spirits!" When the assistant heard Fang Yi's words, he couldn't help but turn his head and didn't want to deal with Fang Yi anymore. First, I didn't figure out Fang Yi's origins, and second, this place was not suitable for making trouble. I secretly comforted myself in my heart: If I change places, I will let you, a crazy little white face, know how to know how to do it, why is it so red!

Seeing that people turned their faces, Fang Yi didn't continue to tease others, and began to draw an arrogant image of a landlord's wife in his sketchbook. After finishing the painting, Fang Yi felt very satisfied, closed the notebook, lowered the back of his chair, stuffed the two earbuds into his ears, closed his eyes and began to listen to music, and fell asleep after a while. (To be continued......)