Fang Yi listened to Zhang Xu's words and said directly to Wei Jin: "He will take it for you, you didn't notice it, our eyes are all green!" ”。

Tao Yong sighed at this time and said: "Wei Jin's paintings are also appreciated, and Qu Gu and I are left with two bitter babies!" After speaking, he put his toes around Qu Gu's shoulders and said, "When will we buy money for our paintings?" ”。

Qu Gu said solemnly: "Why don't we set up a stall tomorrow?" Sell one piece is one piece, why don't we imitate the master's paintings and sell them? ”。

Several people stood and talked nonsense for a while, Fang Yi smiled and said, "Don't talk nonsense!" I'll make a phone call to see where all three of them are, and if it's almost there, we'll move first and wait for them to come and eat!" ”。 After speaking, he took out the hand in his pocket and gave Lu Qikun one.

Putting down the phone, Fang Yi said to everyone: "Let's move first."

It is said that it is moving, but in fact there is nothing to move, it is nothing more than putting charcoal in the barbecue box and lighting a fire, and the meat is taken and roasted on it. Now where is the turn of Fang Yi and these big men to do these jobs, they have been rounded up by a few ladies.

Fang Yi saw that the sun outside was about to set, and the sunlight was not so strong, so he took out the three paintings of his new painting from the studio and hung them directly on the courtyard wall on nails. Fang Yi's three works are not the three paintings he is painting now, the style is like "Moonlight" with an obvious post-impressionist style, although it is no longer particularly strong mourning form, but the shape on the picture is still very accurate, the color selection is almost all unreconciled solid colors, and it is not mixed on the picture and sticks to the canvas along the brushstrokes, which is very much Van Gogh's style. The two figures in these three paintings are Fang Yi himself, and the last one is a human body painting by Zhao Jie.

As soon as I set up the painting, I heard the sound of a car outside. Needless to say, Lu Qikun has arrived. Fang Yi came to the door, and saw that there were indeed two cars, one in front of the other, Lu Qikun's little jeep took the lead, followed by a white Volkswagen.

As soon as Fang Yi opened the door, he opened his mouth and said, "Today, the car will be parked on the side of the road outside," he waved his hand at Lu Qikun as he spoke.

Lu Qikun stopped the car and said to Fang Yiqishao: "These two are the two friends I said, the fatter one is Lang Yanguang, and the other is Pang Xiaoyong" said with his mouth, and took the painting from the car with his hands.

Fang Yi followed the two of them and nodded with a smile, and said a few words, looking at Lu Qikun, who seemed to have more than one with him, he stepped forward to help.

"I'll have two! You help Lang Yanguang, he brought five pairs over" Lu Qikun smiled at Fang Yi and pointed at the fatter Lang Yanguang. Saying that they are a little fatter, both of them are about medium height. Chubby figure. At first glance, I thought they were twin brothers.

As soon as he walked to Lang Yanguang's car, Lang Yanguang smiled at Fang Yi and said, "Listening to Qikun keep saying that you have a good drawing, we will come uninvited, I hope you don't be a villain!" ”。

"It's okay! Friends chatting and looking at paintings, this thing should be as lively as possible," Fang Yi said with a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head and saw Wang Hongqi walking towards his house with his two children. I said hello to this gentleman again.

After moving several paintings in, Fang Yi was about to close the door. I heard someone greet me: "Xiao Fangyi." It's so lively at home, what are you doing! ”。

Fang Yi looked at the visitor and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhang, I'm running a small salon with my friends!" ”。 The person who came was Fang Yi's neighbor, Mr. Zhang Chenglin from the Provincial Academy of Chinese Painting. Their house was two or three hundred meters away from Fang Yi's left hand, and the old man didn't have any shackles, just like an old naughty boy. With a smile on his face all day long, he didn't mix with Fang Yi for a long time after he moved in.

Zhang Chenglin walked to the gate of the courtyard, stretched out his head to look inside, and then joked with Fang Yi with a smile: "Ho! Boy! This full of friends" then looked at Fang Yi and said, "Little Fang Yi." You're having a good life, you're like little Raphael, so many people call friends! ”。

Fang Yi also smiled and joked with the old gentleman: "You lonely shadow is so difficult that you just came back from the execution ground?" ”。

Zhang Chenglin listened to Fang Yi's words, laughed heartily a few times, then stretched out his finger and pointed at Fang Yi and said, "Sharp teeth and sharp mouth, just like your teacher!" ”。

Fang Yi is telling the story of Raphael and Michelangelo. Raphael became famous at a young age and had unlimited scenery, and every time he went out, he sang and called friends. Once seen by Michelangelo, Michelangelo sarcastically said: You are like a general with thousands of troops. Raphael looked at Michelangelo alone and replied: "My lord, you are alone like an executioner."

"Mr. Zhang, do you want to come in together for a barbecue and give you some advice?" Fang Yi made an invitation to the old man. If it was someone else, Fang Yi would not mention whether he dared or not, but would he not send an invitation. Although the famous family with a big head in Shicheng lived near him, Fang Yi opened his mouth to invite others to his salon, and he was a little confused. However, Mr. Zhang Chenglin has no shelf, and his personality is like an old child, and he is not imitated when he opens his mouth politely.

"Barbecue?" Zhang Chenglin looked at Fang Yi and nodded, and then asked, "What are the requirements of the participants?" ”。

"We all bring our latest works, and you can come directly," Fang Yi said with a smile.

Zhang Chenglin said: "This can't be done! I'd better go home and get a strong façade! With that, he turned around and ran towards his home with small steps.

Fang Yi couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the old man's back with a trot. Because he had to wait for this old gentleman, Fang Yi stood at the door, and waited for almost ten minutes before he saw the old man coming over with a paper roll in his hand and happily entering the courtyard. Fang Yi closed the door at this time.

This old gentleman doesn't need to be introduced to Ben, everyone has heard of the name. Originally, those who were still sitting stood up, Zhang Chenglin looked at the young people in the courtyard and said with a smile: "Children, don't be restrained, I am Fang Yi's friend who came to eat and drink today" After speaking, he went to the place where everyone hung the paintings, and hung up the paper scroll in his hand. Then he immediately ran to the barbecue grill and got a piece of barbecue, and ate it as if no one was around.

Fang Yi and his gang walked up to the old man's painting and looked at the two fish on it that had not dried their ink! It must have been painted by the old man just after returning home, and the ink was still shining in the light.

Lu Qikun looked at the painting and sighed and said: "Mr. Zhang's technique is so good, with a few strokes, the fish will be lively and lively as if swimming freely in the water!" ”

"That is to say, the older the Chinese painting, the better the painting!" Tao Yong nodded and said after hearing this. Tao Yong, who studied Chinese painting, was naturally deeply touched when he looked at Zhang Chenglin's works, and while watching, he was still painting with his other palm.

Everyone was praising Master Zhang Chenglin's natural success, Fang Yi turned his head and saw that this master was now gathering in the pile of beautiful girls, his eyebrows fluttering and talking about something, and the faces of the beautiful girls were smiling. Then there was a piece of gravy sticking to the beard at the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be only a little better than the two smaller ones of Wang Hongqi's family, and the two villains next to him were now eating most of their faces with gravy.

After reading the master's painting, Fang Yi turned around. When he walked to Lu Qikun's side, he found out what he and Zhu Zheng were talking about.

Seeing Fang Yi coming over, Lu Qikun asked Fang Yi, "Is he learning your style?" I look a little bit of a taste, but it's not quite like it! ”。

Fang Yi glanced at the bust on Zhu Zheng's picture and said, "It's my previous style!" ”。 As soon as Fang Yi looked at the painting, he knew that Zhu Zheng had really put a lot of effort into his previous paintings, and the things he painted now were eight points similar to his last study in high school. Except for some stereotypes, the Book of Scriptures is quite good! No wonder Wang Qiluo said before that Zhu Zheng also has a good talent, and Zhou Tong must have put this guy in his class.

After thinking for a while, he said to Zhu Zheng: "You have done a good job, now you should try to form your own style!" ”。

Lu Qikun nodded when he heard this and said: "You can never surpass others when you learn from others, try to jump out of his frame and draw as you like." Just follow him to learn the technique, there is no way out to learn his style! ”。

Zhu Zheng smiled and said, "I think Fang Yi is the best!" When I lifted the brush, I naturally thought about how Fang Yi would paint, and I copied several of his works no less than fifty times! ”。

Lu Qikun smiled and said to Fang Yi: "I didn't expect you to have such a worshipper!" This sounds a bit like Titian's view of Giorgione! ”。

It feels good for someone to worship themselves, but knowing that it won't work to imitate their own way, Fang Yi had to suggest: "Do you think Lu Qikun's painting is good?" Seeing Zhu Zheng nodded, Fang Yi said again: "Then you try to combine what you have learned from me now with Lu Qikun's style that you think is good!" ”。

After saying a few words, Fang Yi turned around again. This little salon is really different in style! There are not only oil paintings but also Chinese paintings, in terms of style, there are Fang Yi's works with a post-impressionist style, as well as Lu Qikun's surrealist works, and Pang Xiaoyong's two works with strong constructivist colors, while Lang Yanguang is abstract, and the five paintings are all color lines, dazzling. The whole small salon is like a hodgepodge, which is very visually impactful.

Just as Fang Yi was looking at the painting with all his heart, he heard someone shouting outside the courtyard gate: "Old man! ”。 Hearing this shout, Fang Yi's eyes naturally turned to Mr. Zhang Chenglin's body.

Fang Yi was happy when he saw it like this. When the old gentleman heard this, he immediately put down the meat plate in his hand, and then took a plate and hurriedly took a piece of fruit, but forgot to wipe the juice at the corner of his mouth, walked to Fang Yi's side and whispered: "Don't mention that I ate meat!" Then he shouted loudly outside the courtyard: "I'm in Fang Yi's courtyard!" ”。

Fang Yi tapped the corners of his mouth: "You still have gravy on your face!" Watching the old man wipe a few handfuls indiscriminately, he walked to the door and opened the small door. (To be continued......)