Fang Yi flipped through these pictures casually, about ten of them were genuine, but almost none of them interested him! While looking at them, he made some marks on these authentic paintings, and after thinking for a while, he also marked two good imitation paintings, and with this mark, Sofby's staff would send the original works of these works to Fang Yi's home.

After finishing this, Fang Yi turned off the computer easily, walked back to one of his blank easels, and raised his arms to look at the blank canvas in front of him in a daze.

Fang Yi is not thinking about what kind of work he wants to paint next, nor is it that Fang Yi does not want to think about ideas. It's that during this time, Fang Yi felt that he seemed to be a little tired! Yes, it's exhaustion! When I think about the decades of post-classicism I have to paint, I feel that something is wrong.

I've experienced this before, and when I was painting classicism, I got tired of repetitive work on one style for a long time. It's not nice to say, but behind every goddess, there is a man who her and wants to vomit! Now post-classicism has begun to become such a goddess for Fang Yi, and Fang Yi himself is running towards the realm of this man.

Although it is not too obvious now, Fang Yi knows that if he doesn't adjust it well, he is not uncertain, but he will definitely be entangled in this matter, and his boredom will become deeper and deeper.

Looking at his canvas, Fang Yi couldn't help but sigh, turned from his easel to the window, stood for a while, then turned back to the painting cabinet, opened the drawer and found half a pack of cigarettes from it. I took one in my mouth and lit it, sucking it and walking to the window again.

Outside the window, her mother-in-law Li Yunmei was holding her second son, and Xiao Fang Yu was running around with her round-headed son, and the two month-old four puppies liked to come to Fang Yu's side. Chased him and threw something out of his hand. From time to time, I can still hear my wife Zheng Yuan yelling at Fang Yu twice, don't make trouble with puppies and the like.

Looking at such a picture, Fang Yi's mouth gradually turned upward, with a smile on his face.

Throwing the cigarette butt in his hand, Fang Yi turned his arm and shook his head, and walked towards the door of the studio, and when he went out, he ran directly to the open space where his family was outside the door.

Zheng Yuan saw that Fang Yi appeared here at this time, and it seemed that he was ready to have a good time with his son, as for the second son Mingyang. Now he was still crying and crying from time to time, and Fang Yi didn't come forward.

Walking to her husband's side, Zheng Yuan squatted down and asked, "What's wrong?" Didn't you say today that you were going to conceive a second work! ”。

Fang Yi raised his head, took Zheng Yuan's hand and squatted on the ground side by side, watching Xiao Fang Yu pouting his butt and rolling glass balls on the ground to have fun: "When I arrived in the studio, I couldn't think of anything, the original paintings were all painted." It's going to take more than a day to do it! ”。

Zheng Yuan listened to Fang Yi's words. He said casually: "Why don't you draw models and landscapes, and find inspiration!" ”。 As a husband and wife who have been living together, Zheng Yuan still felt some small changes in Fang Yi's days, although Fang Yi didn't seem to be too expressive, but Zheng Yuan still felt it. What's more, Fang Yi is still a person who is not very good at hiding his heart.

"Why don't you go on a trip to relax, in case you have any good sources of inspiration during the trip," Zheng Yuan continued.

Fang Yi couldn't help but smile when he heard this, turned his head and gently stroked his wife's hair: "Is it so obvious?" You can see that I've been a little upset for the past two days? ”。

Zheng Yuan smiled softly when he heard it: "Don't say it's me, even my mother can see it." In the morning, you told me if you had something on your mind! ”。

"I'm a little upset! I feel like I'm repeating the post-classicism style all year round, and I feel a little tired of it physically and mentally! It didn't make sense," Fang Yi sighed. I told my wife what I thought.

Zheng Yuan picked up Fang Yi's hand that he put in his ear, gently held it in his hand, and then looked at Fang Yi's face and said, "Don't be in such a hurry, if you don't think about it, what if you don't paint, why do you have to paint two paintings a year?" Why do you have to set a quantity for yourself! ”。

Fang Yi devoted most of his free time to painting, spending the longest time in the studio, and spending the second longest time to sleep, and even less time spent on other things.

Listening to Zheng Yuan's words, Fang Yi couldn't help but be stunned, and then asked himself: "Yes, why do I have to stipulate that I paint two paintings a year!" Why can't I just paint one! ”。

"Huh!" Zheng Yuan looked at Fang Yi's self-muttering appearance and couldn't help but smile: "You ask me, I'll ask who to go!" If you want to paint, you can paint, and when you don't want to paint, find something else to do, don't force yourself down the road, which will affect your mood a lot! ”。

Fang Yi listened to Zheng Yuan's words and nodded, and before he could speak, he praised his wife before he heard his son speak: "Hasn't Dad been in the studio all the time?" Then you can play with me all the time? ”

"Aren't I with you every day?" Fang Yi smiled and said to his son, since Fang Yi was born, Fang Yi will have a fixed time to play with his son every day, just like now he has to tease his second son for a while every day.

"Now you don't even tell me stories!" Fang Yu glanced at his father and said a little dissatisfied. The villain's so-called storytelling is not simply reading a storybook, but in the past, at this point in the past, the father and son would always have a lot of fighting. After the joke, Fang Yi often only needs to read a page or two of a storybook, and Xiao Fang Yi will fall asleep deeply.

When Zheng Yuan heard this, he immediately said to his son: "Isn't it now that I read to you every day?" Why can't my mother read well? ”。

Such a little villain actually grinned: "Mom can read, Dad will have a lot of fun things!" Like cockfighting or something! ”。

"Mom took you to play games too!" Zheng Yuan felt that he was a little wronged, how could this kid still think that his father would have more things when he had been with his son.

Fang Yi couldn't help but be happy when he heard it. The so-called cockfighting is a game when I was a child, jumping on one leg and jumping on one leg that touches the ground, and then knocking the opponent down with the knee of one leg or landing on both legs to win! This game Zheng Yuan will also. However, Zheng Yuan has always been afraid of hurting the child when he plays, and always lets the child.

And Fang Yi took a different way, always winning more, and then occasionally putting down the water to let his son win a handful and a half, the satisfaction of the villain is a big drop, of course, this interest is more fun than playing games with his mother.

"After that, I'll read to you every night!" Fang Yi smiled and promised his son.

"Oh! Oh! After hearing that he had jumped twice, Xiao Fang Yi opened his little fat hand to Fang Yi: "Dad, let's play yo-yo!" ”。

When Fang Yi heard this, he nodded hurriedly and said, "Okay!" There are no color heads! ”。

"Yes! One at a time. The big flower counts as two! When Xiao Fang Yu heard this, he immediately happily took out the glass ball he had packed the box and signaled to Fang Yi.

After the signal, I remembered that my father didn't have a gambling book. He stretched out his chubby hand and scratched his head: "But you don't have glass!" ”。

"Why don't you just lend me one?" Fang Yi looked at the box full of glass balls that he had played with when he was a child, but now it is in his son's hands, it is not his own, most of this thing was won from his friends when he was in the second grade of primary school, and now it has become the villain in front of him. Instead, I have become a debtor to play games! I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. He opened his mouth and said to his son Jianyi.

Fang Yu thought for a moment: "Borrow one and return two, no!" Three more! ”。 The little thing has a good brain, and he put a loan shark directly at his own Lao Tzu.

"Okay!" Fang Yi immediately nodded and agreed.

At this time, Zheng Yuan couldn't listen to the conversation between the two of them, so he stood up directly and walked to his mother's side, and the mother and daughter teased the two boys together.

Xiao Fang Yu nodded after hearing this, and picked the most broken one from the box in his hand, the surface was pitted like the surface of the moon, and the black four-petal flower in the middle couldn't be seen to be black: "This is for you!" ”。

Fang Yi didn't care. Holding the ball and blowing a breath: "Then it begins!" ”。

In less than twenty minutes, Xiao Fangyu's face became bitter. Because after his Lao Tzu became familiar with the ball skills, the previous ball sense returned, although he lost two in a row at the beginning, but then he paid off the debt after five in a row, and won a few.

Seeing his son's face turn bitter, Fang Yi followed up and lost again, and then the kid's face was smiling, and the two of them, who went back and forth, lay on the ground together and pouted for an hour and a half. It wasn't until it was time to eat that the two of them stopped.

"My glass orbs are for you to keep!" When Fang Yi heard the shout for dinner, he wanted to put the six glass balls he had won into his son's box.

Xiao Fang immediately said, "Give me two glass balls!" ”。

"Okay!" After the father and son asked about the things that went around, Fang Yi was not interested in caring about it, and directly and generously gave his son one-third of the high storage fee.

After eating, Fang Yi habitually returned to his studio first, and flipped through the book when he couldn't paint. After watching for less than half an hour, out of the corner of his eye, he saw his son come in, twisted his body to his lap, and looked at the book in his hand with blinking eyes.

Suddenly, Fang Yi asked his son, "Yu'er, is it okay for Dad to teach you to draw?" ”。

"Okay!" If there is a child who doesn't like to draw, he immediately forgot that he had come to call his father to his room to continue playing with the glass ball, and clapped his hands and said happily.

Fang Yi threw the book here, took his son to an easel and picked up a drawing board with sketch paper on it, and then held his son with one hand and drew a line on the sketch paper with the other: "This is the most basic line of painting, it is the most basic painting element, and if you master it, you can draw things of different shapes!" ”。

"Can you just draw like you, Daddy!" Fang Yu asked, stretching out his two little arms around his father's neck.

After listening to his son's words, Fang Yi was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said sternly: "Well, as long as you work hard and are willing to work hard, one day you will draw as well as me!" ”。

Fang Yi thought in his heart that it was difficult, and he also wanted to tell his son, it was difficult to reach my level, and it was even more impossible to surpass it. However, as a father, when he faced his son's eyes looking at him, he couldn't say this sentence, but changed to a gentle way.

"You're really my son!" Yawned, sent his son to bed, and returned to his room, Fang Yi said happily to his wife Zheng Yuan.

Zheng Yuan listened to it and said, "How fresh, I knew it a few years ago!" ”。

"Ahh Fang Yi didn't think that his words were a little inappropriate to say to his wife, he smiled and said, "I mean his talent for learning to paint is not bad!" ”。 In the past, Fang Yi's requirements were relatively high, but seeing that Dean's talent was accepted by Bobile, his son's talent was even better, of course, it was a happy thing.

"Then you can teach with your heart!" Zheng Yuan listened and said: "But Yu'er doesn't necessarily sit still, my mother said that it was like when you were a child, there was an awl on your buttocks, and you would die if you sat down!" ”。

"He's going to love to draw!" Fang Yi said happily: "When you were in the studio with me just now, you were very honest!" ”。

"Then you can teach him to draw! Wait for Xiao Mingyang to grow up, I will see if he is interested in learning music, so that he can pass on my craft," Zheng Yuan said with a smile.

Fang Yi listened to it and said: "If you have time, let the don't let you learn, just like you said that you don't have to learn a craft, you don't have to learn more skills, and it's good to cultivate your sentiments......." With Zheng Yuan looking at himself with a smile on his face, Fang Yi said more and more quietly: "Well, when the second boy grows up, let him learn cello, and if he can't learn well, he won't be allowed to eat."

At this time, Fang Yi remembered that this craft was his wife's hobby!

In the following days, when Xiao Fang Yi was fine, he would go to his father's studio and paint for a while, and every time Fang Yi was teaching and explaining by hand. (To be continued......)