"Is that okay?" Fang Yi couldn't help muttering in his heart. What kind of shit was painted just now? Scratching his hair, Fang Yi was a little excited.

Teacher Sun drove to Fang Yi and said: "If you want to draw well, you have to paint more and see more, don't be in a hurry!" Note that the whole to the part and then to the whole, no matter what, the big feeling of the whole must be unified and harmonious, this is the first important! ”。

After listening to the teacher's words, Fang Yi had no choice but to nod his head, indicating that he had been taught. Sharpened a 3B pencil and continued to work on the new paper, this time Fang Yi directly slowed down the speed and drew a structural sketch, looking up from time to time to observe his painting as a whole.

Because it was just a structural sketch, it took a lot less time than the previous one, and it took more than forty minutes to draw, put down the pen, Fang Yi directly saw the sketch in his mind, the words in front of it directly became intermediate, followed by an advanced, and the experience bar also revealed a little bit!

Depend on! Fang Yi couldn't help but curse in his heart: Is this the rhythm of going against the sky? Drawing a picture rises so much experience? Wouldn't I be able to pass the intermediate level in two days? Thinking of this, Fang Yi couldn't help but put on another piece of paper, ready to continue brushing experience. It's a fool not to brush it

grabbed the pen in his hand and started working on his third pair of afternoons on the paper. As soon as his hand fell on the paper, Fang Yi felt a very different feeling from the previous one. When the pen is put down, it is smoother, and the lines are quite scratchy, and four or five lines are discharged in the blank space, and the paper is like a few parallel lines, which is quite natural and soft.

It took more than half an hour to get one. When Fang Yi was excitedly looking at the things in his mind, he actually found that this time the experience bar hadn't moved at all!

Hiss! Fang Yi couldn't help but take a breath, shook his head, why didn't the experience move, could it be that the thing in his brain died? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but gently beat my head with my hand.

"That's it! Let's all go home and eat, do you want to come tonight? Teacher Sun clapped his hands and said loudly, so that everyone in the classroom could hear it.

Fang Yi was just about to raise his hand to signal that he would come over at night, but before Fang Yi could raise his hand, a classmate had already said to the teacher.

After packing up his things a little, Fang Yi rode home.

When I arrived at the door that had just been opened, I heard my mother say to me, "My son is back?" Wash your hands and get ready for dinner! ”。

Fang Yi was a little unaccustomed to hearing the word son, he used to be Xiaoyi Xiaoyi's son, which made his heart a little hairy. I followed my mother and told me how much money I had taken from Mr. Sun today.

Yu Qin held a spatula in his hand and listened with a smile: "Go and ask your dad if he wants to go, I don't have so much money on me now!" Your dad is in the study."

"Daddy at home?" Fang Yi was stunned when he heard this, his father hadn't gotten off work at this time before. Seeing that his mother nodded, Fang Yi turned around and wanted to go to the study.

Fang Guohua pushed open the door at this time, walked to the living room, looked at Fang Yi with a smile on his face: "It's just right!" Son, come and play two games with Dad! ”。

Fang Yi was a little stupid directly, and watched his father walk to the sofa and sit down, picking up the game console handle on the coffee table and waving it to himself. The game console placed in front of the TV was confiscated by my father at the beginning of the school year, saying that he would play it for himself when he was admitted to college. Now Dad has turned on the TV, and the screen is ready to start.

Tut! Fang Yi rubbed his teeth, sat next to his father and said, "I said Dad, can we live like before, I really can't get used to your performance like this!" ”。

The contrast is too great! Every time I saw myself before, I was blowing my beard and glaring at him, but this time showing a loving father really made Fang Yi feel a little awkward, it was so sudden that Fang Yi was not prepared at all.

Fang Guohua sighed and said: "I figured it out, when you go to college or work or even have children in the future, our father and son will really have less time together!" Seeing that there is not much time left, we will stay together more while we are now, and I can think about it when you get married and move out in the future! ”。

Fang Guohua stayed outside the emergency room and thought that if his son really had something long and short yesterday, he couldn't find the memories of the father and son getting along warmly, and after his son went to junior high school, in his memory, he would not only train his son but also train his son. There was no real face-to-face chat between father and son. If there are only memories left, it will be difficult for you to live by reminiscing your son for the rest of your life?

"I can't stand you!" Fang Yi listened to what his father said a little sad, so he had to sit down and play two games with his father, threw down the handle, and Fang Yi asked his father, "Dad, let me tell you the truth?" ”。

Fang Guohua looked at his son and asked, "What truth?" ”。

"I'm not sick, yesterday's incident was just an accident!" Fang Xiang said to his father seriously: "It is unlikely to happen in the future, I promise you!" ”。

"Of course I know you're not sick! When my son is ready to live a long life and have a full house of children and grandchildren, what disease can he have? Fang Guohua looked at Fang Yi and said with a smile.

"I ......! Forget it, when I didn't say, "What else can Fang Yi say?" I had to get up from the sofa: "Let's play two games a day in the future?" ”。

Isn't it? In the past, no one believed me when I said that my head hurt, but now I say that I am not sick, and no one believes me when I say it. It's too much, and I don't let myself live.

In fact, it's no wonder that no matter who is replaced by Fang Yi's parents, Fang Yi's guarantee is useless. Fang Yi is only a half-old child, and he can't understand the thoughts of parents at all, he just thinks that his parents will be relieved when he says it's okay, but he doesn't know that parents all over the world have experienced such a sudden experience, and a few of them are relieved. The family is this only seedling, and if it is gone, it will really be the end of this life.

And Fang Yi thought that his parents were scared once, how did he know that his parents were almost scared away, and his various requirements for Fang Yi were reduced by more than half, and even the doctor couldn't find out what the reason was, where did the two of them dare to press Fang Yi hard to do this and that!

"That's a good idea!" Fang Guohua raised his hands and said to his son's proposal.

After the father and son finished talking, they heard the kitchen mother shouting to eat. After eating, with more than 100 yuan in his pocket, Fang Yi went out happily.

Yu Qin watched her son close the door, turned her head to Fang Guohua who was sitting on the sofa and said, "Seeing him go out so happily, I feel so good!" ”。

Fang Guohua hugged his wife in his arms and patted his wife on the arm with his hand: "If you study art, you can learn art, if you can't sell your paintings in the future, you can't sell them, what's the big deal?" It's a big deal, let's work harder, save more money when we are alive, in short, let him live a peaceful life in this life, marry a wife and have children, and the two of us will be smooth and obedient! ”。 After speaking, he also looked at the door.

Fang Yi didn't have the feelings of his parents, and rode happily towards the school on a small car humming a little tune.

When I got to the art classroom, there were already five or six people in it. Anyway, only he was painting these basic plaster statues today, Fang Yi changed to a plaster statue of David, and then began to draft on paper.

This time, Fang Yi didn't care about the experience bar in his head, but felt that he had reached the intermediate level of sketching, and from time to time examined his paintings as a whole. Then do it on the spot, or take a look at the backlit surface.

Immerse yourself in it, and two hours passed in a flash. When Fang Yi stood up from in front of his easel and took two steps back to observe his painting, Fang Yi felt a little satisfied in his heart. The whole sketch is more than half completed, there is no problem in the composition, the black, white and gray appearance of the portrait of David is also quite good, and the spatial relationship has also made full progress.

As if in the use of lines, Fang Yi had a smile on his face and wanted to shout: I love such lines! The lines of the whole picture are beautiful and orderly, and the texture of plaster has begun to appear on the paper.

"This painting is good, much better than the one in the afternoon" I don't know when Mr. Sun stood behind Fang Yi, and also looked at Fang Yi's painting and commented: "Go deeper and be a little more delicate, pay attention to the relationship between virtual and real and carefully experience the spirit of David's head, each plaster statue is taken from the master's work, and experience the artistic techniques more!" ”。

"I know" After listening to the teacher's words, Fang Yi nodded and said, seeing that Teacher Sun was about to leave, he thought: "Teacher! The money for the afternoon was brought," after speaking, he took out the stacked tickets from his pocket and handed them to Mr. Sun.

Teacher Sun took it: "You draw first, I'll open a receipt for you!" ”。

Fang Yi sat back in front of the easel, picked up the pencil again and began to go deeper. This depth made Fang Yi feel irrepressible, as if he was an old smoker who hadn't smoked for a few days and had just taken his first puff. In this state, Fang Yi knew that his whole body was excited, and he felt how beautiful the pencil in his hand was on the screen. Three minutes later, when Fang Yi looked at his painting as a whole again, he found that the part of the painting just now was a little too fine, and it looked a little jumpy on the whole, but fortunately it was not too heavy, and there was still a chance to save it.

Throwing down the pencil in his hand, Fang Yi stood in the door and rested for a few minutes to calm down before he started drawing again. After more than an hour, the whole picture was unified again.

"At least it's up to the level of those students in the second year of high school!" Fang Yi finished reading the painting and made a conclusion for himself. Now this sketch doesn't have to be at least the bottom of the classroom. I turned my gaze back to my mind and found that the progress bar had moved forward about a tenth of a moment. After doing the math, if they are all painted like this, that is to say, ten Fang Yi can break through to the advanced level, of course, Fang Yi can't draw sketches every day, and the colors and sketches also have to be painted.

After thinking about it for a month, I will be able to reach the advanced level, which means that I should be able to reach Wang Qiluo's level by then! After thinking about it like this, Fang Yi was a little moved: this rhythm is a steady frame to show the genius of Tianzhong!