For visiting the Painter's Square, Fang Yi also has a little caution. I wonder if I'll be able to get a bad guy like Gregory! Although he told Fang Yi in his heart that it was too unlikely that he would meet such a person again! However, people always have such a bad nature, and they have a natural interest in things that can be obtained for nothing. It's like someone who spends two dollars on a lottery ticket and fantasizes about winning five million! Fang Yi can be regarded as winning the lottery once, but deep down he still wants to win the second time!

With this in mind, Fang Yi and Beronica began to visit the Painter's Square, which is also known as Hill Square.

Fang Yi was a little disappointed as he walked around, not to mention the name that couldn't jump out of his mind, that is, he just looked at it with the naked eye, and he shook his head after looking at more than a dozen so-called artists' booths in a row! Say it in your heart: What a painting! Although seven or eight of the dozen or so stalls passed by were painting portraits of tourists, in the eyes of ordinary people, these stall artists painted very similarly, but with Fang Yi's professional eyes, these people's paintings are really nothing! Anyway, after reading more than a dozen of them, the best painting skills have reached the level of the average sophomore student of stone art!

"I'm sorry! I don't allow my paintings to be photographed! ”。

Fang Yi had just swept the stall when he heard someone coming. Looking up at a stall a few meters away, a tall white man in front of the stall was waving at a tourist with a camera.

After looking at this person's painting, a sentence popped out of Fang Yi's mind: This person's painting is okay! Anyway, it's a lame man who picks a general, and this person draws much better than what he saw before! Kind of that!

Beronica looked at Fang Yi and looked at the stall owner, and explained in a low voice: "Some people don't like others to take pictures, for fear that some peers will plagiarize their own ideas!" ”。

Fang Yi, who was a little sure of this just now, immediately had a little smile on his face and shook his head gently. I didn't say it, but I thought in my heart: Are you afraid of plagiarism just because you paint like this? Do others think they don't die fast enough?

I looked at a few more stalls. Fang Yi turned his head to Beronica beside him and said, "Let's find a place to eat something and paint!" ”。 Along the way, Fang Yi felt disappointed! What kind of standard are the stalls set up here? In this nice way, these people are like painting relics in China. Although one piece is only twenty or thirty euros, the income is really meager, but the price is too high for Fang Yi.

There are a few stalls on the streets of the square who meet Fang Yi's requirements in terms of age, and those who are sixty or seventy years old seem to be unable to consume their youth. But this age is there, what's the use of painting things if you can't get your hands on them! After looking at these dozen or twenty stalls, Fang Yi's original high-spirited interest disappeared by half! The idea of grabbing another Gregory is almost gone.

Beronica took Fang Yi directly to the small restaurant next to her, and the two of them ordered something to fill their stomachs. Filling in a little something, the two sat on a chair on the side of the street and chatted while eating ice cream.

"Fang! You look a little lost! Belonica looked at Fang Yi and said.

Fang Yi nodded and sighed, "I thought I could find some artists with unique styles here. Who knows! When he said this, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Beronica looked at Fang Yi's appearance and said with a smile: "There have been so many masters here, but that was the beginning of the twentieth century, and now this is already a tourist attraction!" If you look around now, what other natural landscapes are you talking about? Not to mention anything else, the rent here has increased many times compared to before! Lautrec had painted posters for the Moulin Rouge at the time, and now there is no such opportunity for these artists to set up stalls! To put it bluntly, most of these people can only be regarded as craftsmen now. And not an artist! ”。

Then Beronica and Fang Yi introduced this place to the early 20th century, which was a small village on the outskirts of Paris. At that time, there was not even the Basilica of the Sacred Heart. There are vineyards, farms and orchards, and farmland, but now, there is nothing left, and it has become like this, how can it still attract modern artists who worship nature!

"Yes!" Fang Yi smiled after hearing and thinking about it. In the past, the poor masters gathered here because of the low cost of living, and after painting, they could have a drink with friends at the famous Lingfu Bar now, exchange creative inspiration, and artistic pursuits! Now where is the Lingtu Bar where the poor painters go to drink every day?

Former Lingfu Bar. The young Picasso and his friends were very popular with the boss because they were not troublesome and lively, and here these young artists could sit for a night with half a bottle of beer and a plate of sausages with wine! Where is such a good thing now?

In the past, the washing boat was originally the factory of a small piano factory, but it was later bought by a merchant, and the middle of the factory was separated by wooden boards, forming several studios to rent to poor artists. It's such a house that young artists are flocking to and coming to it! The young Bijiasuo spent the "pink period" and "blue period" in such a house. "Les Demoiselles d'Avignon" was also completed here, and the vigorous love affair between Lao Bi and Finandi was also staged in such a wooden house.

And now, the Spirit Rabbit Bar is not to be mentioned, Fang Yi has never entered, an iron general at the door has locked the door, and the laundry boat has disappeared! In a corner of the city, with tourists everywhere, it is indeed difficult to attract artists who are truly poor and love nature.

Even when it comes to creation, not to mention that it is someone else, it is Fang Yi himself who squats here all day long to paint, which is not acceptable. There is no question of the dignity of any artist! Instead, confined yourself to this small space all day long, you will feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable! Someone gives you twenty or thirty euros, and you stop and paint for someone else, and repeat the work day after day, year after year, so what else is there to create? Don't look at Fang Yi's ability to bury his head in the studio, that's because although the space in the studio is small, the sense of freedom that can be freely swayed on his canvas is still there.

The two chatted while eating, from Montrec to Van Gogh, Pissarro and Picasso. The two young men kept exchanging their views on impressionism, post-impressionism, cubism and other painting styles. Fang Yi has a smile on his face, sometimes listening, sometimes expressing his disapproval or approval, while Beronica tells her own opinions, and then tries to interpret some masterpieces from the life and character of the artists.

The two of them sat on a chair on the side of the road in the café and talked passionately about art. The sun slowly moved from overhead towards the horizon, and the parasols above their heads could no longer shield them from the sun. The sunlight cast the figures of the two on the gray brick road. And in the endless unknowing, the figures of the two are becoming more and more slender! The sun also became more golden, shining on Beronica's smiling face.

The golden light slightly with that touch of orange reflected Bellonica's cheeks, and the face with a subtle and almost invisible fluffy sweat gland hair slightly covered the outer contour with a faint layer of light and shadow, and at this moment, together with Bellonica's smile, everything naturally came into Fang Yi's eyes.

This girl is so beautiful! Fang Yi jumped out of his heart with such a sentence.

"Let's go back to shopping again! It's not a good thing to stay here too late, it's not safe here! In addition, I have to help my friends buy some decorative paintings! Beronica looked at the watch on her wrist and said to Fang Yi.

Fang Yi nodded when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Okay! ”。

Back on the street, the little depression in Fang Yi's heart had disappeared at this time.

"With a pair of sunglasses at this time, can he see the colors on his canvas clearly?" Fang Yi looked at an 'artist' not far away, turned his head and whispered to Beronica next to him.

This 'artist's dress is really artistic, although at this time I just touched the little tail in the evening, but you have a sunglasses stuck on your face, is this painting or pretending? Not to mention the sunglasses, this person is also wearing a very strange one, in such a hot weather, you are wearing a T-shirt, and there is a black and white scarf loosely wrapped around your neck! The scarf hangs one end behind his back and the other end on his chest. You said it was to wipe the sweat, it looked quite neat, if it wasn't for the sweat, would you be like this in such a hot weather? From time to time, Paris Fashion Week will let you walk the runway! Fang Yi didn't understand what this forty-year-old white buddy was trying to do!

"Maybe he'll be able to see it!" Listening to Fang Yi's words, Beronica couldn't help but smile and replied softly.

After looking at the dozens of small stalls of the artist, Fang Yi and Beronica turned back again, this time to look around the small gallery next to them. After going around the gallery, I just followed the exit at the other end to make the tram, and took the bus directly to the bottom to pick up the car and go home.

Originally, Fang Yi was going to sweep it by, but Beronica was interested, and when she passed by these small galleries, she would stop and take a look, and carefully help her friend pick up the paintings.

The small galleries here are generally not large, like a single-room house with an open door, and the inside is like a small commodity market stall in China, full of large and small paintings. The things here are very cheap, the most expensive Fang Yi saw about eighty euros, compared with here, Fang Yi understood the teacher's words, the newcomer's paintings sold for more than 600 euros, which is indeed very good.

When Beronica turned, Fang Yi also walked in, looking at the paintings around him with his head open. Then listen to Beronica and the shopkeeper.

After a minute or two of talking, Beronica negotiated a price with the chubby white woman boss and took down a painting. Fang Yi looked at this situation and naturally turned his head to go out, his eyes glanced like this, and a name popped up in his mind.

Fang Yi was not prepared at all, he was stunned for a moment, then turned his gaze again, and looked at one of the several paintings hanging on the top of the door. The picture has no technique or color style that can be taken, the style is obviously a copy of Menzel's landscape paintings, and it is very painful!

"Hell it! Menzel? Fang Yi couldn't help muttering in his heart. How could it be Menzel that the painting was so bad? (To be continued......)