Sucking the noodles, Fang Yi looked at the magazine and felt a little happy in his heart. Either Joy Farewell, or Joy Lucien? Freud, an old comrade, is in his eighties, and he is about to travel westward with a crane, and a Bobilele comes out in the last time of his life. Do you say it's troublesome? It turns out that some people say that one of the greatest artists after Picasso is about to be watered up because of the appearance of Bobil. Even if you add some 20th-century terminology, you can't say it now, because Bobiler is also dozens of years older, and he can't be counted among the artists of the 21st century.

Bobile's push up of realism is an achievement that no one can deny, and the old man who used to be able to call for wind and rain in the painting world is now a little weaker. Isn't there a saying: Whoever lives in the same era is lucky, because you can see the greatness of a great person, but also the unfortunate, you can only powerlessly admire his greatness, but you can't surpass it.

The price of 30 million allowed Lucian to sit on the highest auction price of the work in the world for a few days, and he was put in second place by the garbage bin comrade. In Fang Yi's opinion, this situation is also the last struggle of Lucien and his die-hard collectors, and it is fortunate that the master's works can maintain this price. Who let them be unlucky to meet a great master, who also set the next benchmark for realist or realist-inclined contemporary artists with their own works: this kind of painting is a cow, and your painting is just a small skill of carving insects compared to me!

It turned out that there was no Bobile appearing, and Lucian's little life was more demonic and demonic. Not to mention the market performance of works, even if it is a love life, it is also a wave of unevenness. According to a close friend, Lucian's wife and girlfriend bore the artist forty children, so many that the artist couldn't even name some of his own children. Of course, forty children is a bit exaggerated, but it is definitely not far from ten, and the difference in number is not much different.

Let's take a look at the love history of this master, don't look at Comrade Lao Fu when he is not in trouble, like a standard otaku. Withdrawn and doesn't like to communicate.,But in terms of dealing with women.,Don't talk about otaku.。 Even the hench guy who likes to follow behind a woman's ass all day long is out of reach.

When he was in his twenties, he married the daughter of an English knight, and soon after that, he had an affair with a female writer, and later divorced and married a female writer. It didn't last long. This old man's heart disease is committed again, and then it will naturally be divorced again. Freud did not get married after this divorce, but the lack of marriage did not affect the pace of the master's birth and childbirth, and several girlfriends frantically gave birth to a bunch of children for the master.

It stands to reason that after such a flowery character woman is abandoned, she should be a little scolding. Freud's methods are really too impressive. Except for the first and second wives who were a little resentful, the other women said that this usually seemingly withdrawn master had an extraordinary magic for women.

Listening to what the women said about Comrade Lao Fu, one model said: Being with him is like sticking your finger into a socket. The whole person was electronumbed. Someone else said: When I was with him, I was like I was in the Garden of Eden. When it was over, it was like I had been kicked out of heaven. Another said: He is like a hypnotist, he can hypnotize a woman. The overall meaning is almost to be with him, and the women strip themselves naked in a mess, lie down and let them do whatever they want.

This kind of method is simply a five-body throw that Fang Yi admires, and none of the two women before and after him has been done by himself, look at the people who let women give birth to dozens of babies for themselves willingly. Such a means is simply a man among men, a model in the heart of modern men, is there any?

Of course, Fang Yi was not interested in making his life like Lao Fu, if he wanted to make it like this, it would not be too difficult for Fang Yi to operate now.

It is said that there is no difficulty because Fang Yi's fame is here, and sometimes huge fame is the best attraction or catalyst for both women and men. Ordinary women like successful people, and it is inevitable to show off when they find such a thing, while ordinary public men like to have nothing to do when they are lying on their beds, and they are all the same.

The second party is not only not ugly, but also very handsome, just with such an appearance, you can attract some girls who are not deeply involved in the world.

Together, it can be said that Fang Yi has the hardware and software to live like Lao Fu, and now the only problem is that Fang Yi himself does not want to live such a life, both artists, and Shang Yi and Lao Fu are not all the way in their own life choices.

sighed at Comrade Lao Fu's methods, and was happy that Lao Fu was beaten by the garbage can, Fang Yi carefully looked at the date of the exhibition, and was ready to take a look at it as soon as it was launched.

The last time I watched the work of the garbage can, Fang Yi and the others had a little contradiction with the garbage can. However, this incident did not affect Fang Yi's decision to take a look at the works of the old thing again, the stones of other mountains can attack jade. Whoever has time to take care of the garbage can, a stone in his mountain, is willing to be taken by himself to attack what jade, just go and see it. Could it be that the garbage bin could still be written on the door of the exhibition: linearism, five bastards and dogs are not allowed? Not to mention the back with the dog, just the front, the old thing dares to write, Fang Yijue dares to go to court with the old man, sue him for discrimination, and he can still win.

Anders had the same idea as Fang Yi, and the next morning, before Fang Yi could tell the three of them about the next Khima first, he called directly and organized everyone to go to see the art exhibition together. Fang Yi naturally nodded and agreed, after all, it must be what he thought in his heart.

There's nothing for the linealist quint to go to an art exhibition, but it's something you can't think about when you see a preview. It stands to reason that now the names of the five people can be invited by the old man, after all, everyone must be in the art circle, and several of them still live near Paris. However, the garbage bin doesn't look down on the five people at all, and when it comes to Fang Yi's thorns, he feels unappetizing, what else do you want to invite to participate in the preview? When I saw the curator provide a guest list, the first one crossed out Fang Yi's name, and then the four Khima.

These people are simply useless! With the names of five people crossed on one side, Henry? Bobil remembered that when he met a few people at the last art exhibition, he couldn't help but be angry and said indignantly. Listening to the curators next to him glance at each other, a wry smile appeared on their faces: This one really doesn't want to be linearist.

Participating in the preview was stillborn, but on the first day of the public exhibition, Fang Yikhima, the linealist five, arrived at the exhibition hall early, and it was not good if they didn't come early, and they were going to go to China by in the evening, so they didn't have time to rub it out today.

Anders walked at the front, showed five tickets to the gatekeeper at the entrance of the exhibition hall, and then pointed to the five people in the back, meaning that the back is also the same! In this way, the five swaggered into the exhibition of the old guy's works.

As soon as he entered the door, Fang Yi took a look at the exhibition hall at first sight, there were only a few works in total, and the current exhibition hall was not large and seemed a little empty. Glancing around, Fang Yi was fascinated by the works on the wall, as did the Kahima people.

Standing between the first works, Fang Yi and his friends glanced at each other and saw shock from each other's sight. This old boy is not only tossing realism, but now he has extended his magic hand to classicism, and the canvas also shows a strong trend of raising classicism, although it is not too perfect, but it can be seen from the canvas that Lao Dong has played something that has surpassed the last neoclassical master: Ingres!

Fang Yi looked at the scene on the canvas, it was just a simple landscape, the same small tree stream, the winding river, and the clear river, but when Fang Yi stood in front of the work, he clearly felt the bubbling stream and the rustling of leaves.

Fang Yi is not able to organize such a work in words, but when you stand in front of this work, you can strongly feel it, with a kind of beauty that is almost conquering nature. The nature of the canvas has the firmness and strength that are characteristic of the garbage can. The grass on the canvas is no longer a simple grass, and the tree is no longer a simple tree. Everything was given a new meaning by the old thing of the garbage can, everything on the canvas stood so firmly in front of Fang Yi's eyes, so proud in Fang Yi's eyes, so unstoppable. The grass standing up like a sword is like a sharp sword, and the only one who can pull it out is the author of the garbage can, not only to Fang Yi, but also to all the people who watch the painting, who can do it except me!

Now a few members of the linealist still have time to talk to each other about what art style, completely immersed in the world of the dustbin.

After looking at the first work for more than half an hour, Fang Yi moved to the front of the next work with his inner feelings.

In the second work, Fang Yi's heart almost jumped out of his chest.

There was nothing on the screen, a naked man holding a leather whip that seemed to be smoking the image of an equally naked young woman. It's not just nothing, but it looks like a work of indulgence, the naked man beats the fair-skinned woman, raises the whip, the woman's face is frightened and uneasy, and even the face is still a little happy and expectant, the man's body is still fit, the male and female skin tone The man is nearly bronzen, but the woman is like congealed fat, just looking at it, you can feel the extreme temptation brought by the carcass.

Ordinary people think that this painting has a serious tendency to combine S and M, and think that the old guy has painted an erotic painting. However, Fang Yi didn't see the desire in the work, Fang Yi saw a flag or a loud war drum. Beating the drums of war is its author, Henry? Bobile. The whole work has nothing to do with lust, exuding Bobile's unstoppable rebelliousness and publicity! (To be continued......)