"Hmmm! Reluctantly put it down," Fang Yi looked at the huge canvas that had been framed in the living room, nodded, and said to himself.

Beronica, who was next to her, looked at the huge canvas a few steps away and opened her mouth and said: "I don't know what kind of madness you have, what are you going to make up for Rembrandt, this kind of thankless thing even if you finish painting."

"Pure entertainment, it's boring to always draw the current style all day long, isn't it?" Fang Yi hugged his chest with both hands, and said to his girlfriend without looking back.

Picking up her small bag, Beronica walked to Fang Yi's side and gently kissed her boyfriend's side cheek: "I'm going to the gallery, I may come back later tonight, you and Rude and them can eat together!" ”。 After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the door.

Fang Yi looked at his girlfriend's back and asked loudly, "You really don't want me to go?" ”。

"Forget it," Beronica, who arrived at the door, raised her arm to Fang Yi and waved it lightly: "What do others think of it when you introduce it?" Now when someone introduces me, they say that I am the girlfriend of the linealist artist Fang Yi, and if you go to the scene of the art exhibition again, it will not add to the chaos! ”。

Fang Yi turned his head and continued to look at the canvas in front of him and muttered softly: What's the shame of this, what people said is the truth, you are my girlfriend!

After reading for two or three minutes, Fang Yi opened his sketchbook, and then looked at the layout of the canvas in front of him. After thinking for about five minutes, Fang Yi directly pushed his painting cart over, and then jumped onto a chair. I started drawing.

Entering the mode of Rembrandt, feeling the enthusiasm of this great master at that time, the wild and unrestrained oil paint is swaying freely. The pieces of color on the canvas followed Fang Yi's arm, obeying the call of his brain, and piled up in front of Fang Yi's eyes as wildly as flowing water.

The rough brushstrokes, as if the final effect is unfinished, and the vulgar and wild figures, Fang Yi is quite happy to draw, waiting for the time to stop. Fang Yi even turned on the computer and played "Don'tcry" on the Guns and Roses on demand.

With the music, Fang Yi once again stood in front of the canvas and waved his paintbrush. Because this work is not my own creation, and I have already arranged the layout of the general changes in my mind. Fang Yi's own consciousness had already taken a step back in his brain, thinking that most of the people controlling his body at this moment were another Rembrandt, who was depicting the layout that Fang Yi had envisioned. But the consciousness above the spirit can empathize with the consciousness of this Rembrandt. I felt the pride and unyielding heart of this master in a difficult situation.

Just like his golden self-portrait, which wordlessly mocked the so-called people who understood art at that time, in that painting, Rembrandt, bathed in golden light, painted himself like a god, and looked contemptuously at the admirers who stood in front of his works later, as if to tell everyone that it was not my painting style that became vulgar and ugly. It's that you people don't know what art is, so worship it now. Because I know who I am!

After listening to it four or five times, Fang Yi unconsciously opened his mouth and sang along with the music: ohbaby, anddon'tyoucrytonight!

Listening to the only same song over and over again, Fang Yi danced and painted the work in front of him. The thick and wild brushstrokes on the canvas fall one after another, and some of the rough and simple lines even have some messy color spots, as if they have been thrown up from the brush, and then blend with the colors on the canvas.

At this time, Fang Yi's brushes and music were connected, and the whole brain was excited like surging magma. If Qu Gu and the others saw Fang Yi at this moment, they might think that the half-crazy Fang Yi from before was back again.

Does anyone watch it now? Of course there are people, at the beginning, it was Anders who came over to ask Fang Yi to come over for dinner, seeing Fang Yi's situation, of course, he knew that his friend was excited, and such a feeling also appeared on him, and he directly forgot about asking Fang Yi to eat. Half leaning against the cabinet on the wall behind Fang Yi, he watched his friend paint intently.

Anders never returned, and the remaining three had to not send Artur over, who knew that Artur would not come back for five minutes after he passed.

"What's going on today?" Kahima, who had returned to the village, looked at Ruud beside him and asked, "This is the way to climb back and forth."

Kahima went back to Europe alone, and then returned to the village alone, and the four of Fang Yi didn't know what was going on. After coming back, Kahima tried to ask the result every time as usual, but he was changed the subject by Kahima. After asking once, no one brought it up again. Fang Yi naturally didn't mention it again, and let his friends keep a little secret.

"Let's see, let's see what the hell these people are doing," said Rudd, who stood up from his table and pushed the plate in front of him forward.

Kahima watched Rude stand up, and followed Rude from the edge of the table, and the two walked side by side towards Fang Yi's cabin.

When the two of them arrived at the door of the small fence, they heard the music of guns and roses coming from the house, and Rude paused, and the hand that had opened the small door stopped: "Fang Yi will still listen to such fierce rock music?" ”。

"Maybe Anders put it in there, but the three of them didn't eat anymore after listening to it, which is a bit strange," Cuthimalo thought for a moment and opened his mouth to say, and after speaking, he patted Ruud on the shoulder and motioned Ruud to quickly push open the door and go in.

"Still repeating?" When the two of them reached the door, they listened to the music repeating itself again and again, and they glanced at each other, and both read a little thought in each other's eyes.

Gently pushed the door, the door was not locked, and directly flashed open the crack in the door, and the two walked in and saw Fang Yi standing on two chairs and forming a platform, gently swinging his body while drawing.

Anders saw the two Khimas enter, immediately put his finger on his hand, made a silent gesture to the two friends, and then silently spat out a word to the two of them with his lips open: Hi.

Ruud and Keshma didn't make a sound, they stood next to the two friends and watched Fang Yi concentrate on processing the canvas effect, and after looking at it for a while, Rude involuntarily stepped forward two steps and stood behind the chair where Fang Yi was standing, because Fang Yi's brushstroke painting method is so familiar, as a Dutchman who has not been learning painting for a long time, it can be said that the first time he went to the museum to paint, it was Rembrandt, how could he not know which style Fang Yi's painting style is now.

Standing behind Fang Yi, the more he looked at Rude, the more shocked he became, where is this imitation of Rembrandt? Thinking of this, Rude subconsciously rubbed his eyes, if the back of the chair was too familiar to him, Rude would suspect that Rembrandt's ghost had found someone to possess him.

Incredible, incredible! Ruud's heart was like a stormy wave, and he really didn't know how to describe his friend, copying Rembrandt's works was one thing, but there was nothing in front of him, but he could paint Rembrandt's brushstroke technique at his peak, the divine grasp of light. And he, a person who has copied countless times and almost imprinted it in his mind, can't tell at all which points belong to his friend, which is completely a living Rembrandt.

Guan Jian is Ruud still doesn't know what Lu Dao Fang Yi painted, the black walls, patches of gray spots of old rough wood grain, and some places with some obvious wood scars, and even a deep crack, making the wall on the canvas look dilapidated.

Fang Yi didn't notice that time was slipping away quietly around him, and the four friends behind him came to call him to dinner, and they all stayed quietly in their living room. Now when Fang Yi thinks of something else, the first thing is to think that his big studio will be built quickly, or he sighs that it would be good if he was in his studio in Shicheng now, and he could put a whole work on display, without having to divide it into several pieces to paint like now.

After nearly an hour, Fang Yi stopped, not because the excitement period had passed, but because he was too excited, and he seemed to be hallucinating in front of him. Not only his eyes, but even his hand was holding the paintbrush a little slightly shaky, this situation made Fang Yi have to stop, turned around and threw the paintbrush into the small bucket a few meters away, watched the brush stick touch the edge of the barrel, and then fell to the ground next to it, and couldn't help but curse softly: Damn!

It's not because the brush didn't go in, but because the paint on the brush fell to the floor, and if you don't deal with it, when Beronica returns, I'm sure I'll have to say a few words about myself.

Jumping off the chair, his knees couldn't help but weaken, almost causing Fang Yi to fall, and another damn sentence came out of his mouth. Fang Yi knew that he had been standing for too long, and there was still half a sentence in his mouth, so Fang Yi swallowed the rest back into his stomach. Because he saw his four friends, he was now looking at him with a smile on his face.

"When did you get here?" Fang Yi put the palette in his hand on the painting cart, then picked up the cloth on the cart and squatted down, casually threw the paintbrush just now into the bucket, and began to wipe the paint on the floor.

"I've been here for over an hour, and we've been watching it together for a while, so I've been watching it for a while," Anders quipped.

Artur thought about it and opened his mouth to ask: "Is the work that you said about complementing Rembrandt true?" I thought you were joking."

Hearing this, Rude stared at Fang Yi's unfinished work in front of him and asked, "What painting to complete?" ”。 After listening to Artur's explanation, Ruud turned his head and looked at Fang Yi incredulously: "How do you know what the rest of Rembrandt's painting is, have you seen the rest of it?" Where are they, and why haven't I heard of them from you? ”。 A series of questions swept towards Fang Yi like a machine gun. (To be continued......)