The matter of the driver's license began to go smoothly, and the matter of Fang Yi's copying was also progressing steadily. Originally, when he was in China, Fang Yi also thought about copying France, and then went to Italy and the Netherlands to go around, and visited some art museums here.

Now Fang Yizheng is copying the standard-bearer of neoclassicism, Master Ingres's "Turqi Bathroom", and the one that has just been copied is another masterpiece of Ingres's "The Great Palace Maid". Except for the time of learning a driver's license, Fang Yi dedicated almost all the time he could use to these museums, usually staying from the opening of the museum to the closing of the museum all day, so that some staff of the Louvre and the Rodin Museum knew Fang Yi, a polite student from China.

Fang Yi's small life can be said to be very smooth, not only in life, but even the experience in his mind can see progress, although it will not soar like the epiphany in front of him, but it will not start to move at a slow speed after mastering it like before, although it is said that the experience bar is moving very slowly, but almost every work will have a little or two points of progress after copying.

The experience bar in my mind is steadily advancing from mastery to master! How could such a situation make Fang Yi not secretly happy?

Not only these, but there are also bigger surprises waiting for Fang Yi.

On a winter day in Paris, at one o'clock in the morning, almost all the residents of the neighborhood were already asleep, but the top floor of Charlotte's house. The lights were still on in Fang Yi's room.

Fang Yi is standing in front of the easel, easily swinging the brush in his hand, leaving eye-catching and beautiful colors under the canvas, the blue ocean-like leaves look a little pale under the sunlight, these leaves are twisted but proudly erect, with a tenacious breath, the blue-purple flowers seem to be like a fluttering butterfly standing on this strong leaf.

This makes these blue-purple flowers look so proud, as if they were riding on these strong leaves, and in the middle of the canvas a dozen of these flowers form a small bunch, among which there is a white flower. Although it is not in the middle, it is very eye-catching. Underneath the canvas is a large area of brownish-red soil.

The whole picture is full of joy and show-off, the color of the picture is bright and warm, like the magma gushing out of the crater, unbridled to vent their vitality, willfully telling their love for nature.

Fang Yi painted the fleur-de-lis, the national flower of France. The technique used is the technique of Van Gogh, the master of post-impressionism, and now Fang Yi's own vision is the same as the last time he copied the teacher's work. Mentally retreated to the back. Another mind was directing Fang Yi's brain and arms, waving them at will on the canvas.

This state lasted for more than four hours. Fang Yi put down the paintbrush at this time, and his mind once again stood in front of him, controlling his body. Standing in front of the finished painting and carefully looking at the finished painting, Fang Yi's mind now showed that the similarity was 95%! As for the remaining four points, Fang Yi already knew the Tao in his heart. From the paints and the canvases!

In other words, if Fang Yi can now get some things such as the paints and canvases that Van Gogh used at that time, then the newly created "Iris" in front of Fang Yi is afraid that few people in this world can distinguish it very sincerely except Fang Yi himself. Is this painting really by Van Gogh!

Looking at this painting, Fang Yi's face showed a smile, and then he laughed out loud! Now this painting is the most obvious harvest of my month in the Rodin Museum, Van Gogh's name after his teacher is unknown, appeared in Fang Yi's mind in the chain of spirits, in addition to Van Gogh, there are two other people's names: Gauguin and Cézanne! That is, there are many of the so-called three masters of post-impressionism! He showed Fang Yi that he could fully enter the souls of the three post-impressionist masters to paint.

If the painting had been painted with the right pigments and then processed with some processing, would it have fetched $58 million like Van Gogh's "Iris" in 1988, or more? Thinking of this question, Fang Yi remembered the imitation of the cow man he found when he was watching an Italian oil painting exhibition in China.

Why don't you make one yourself? This thought suddenly jumped out of Fang Yi's mind, and it had been haunting Fang Yi for more than half an hour! Fang Yicai smiled, picked up the knife in his hand, stretched out the canvas, and scraped off the paint on the canvas very resolutely!

If you don't die, you won't die! Fang Yi thought of this sentence, he didn't have anything to do, why did he risk this thing! Although 50 million dollars is very tempting, but now that I am living a good life, there is really no need to engage in such a risky thing! Besides, the paints and canvases of the time, as well as the oil used by Van Gogh, where was it so easy to get their hands on! Without these things, no matter how similar you draw, people can easily distinguish them!

Pressing down on this thought in his mind, Fang Yi comforted himself while scraping the paint: It's not that he doesn't have the guts, it's that he doesn't have the conditions in his hands! Doing such a high-end imitation, wasting your time in vain, if you want to do it, you have to do it like that buddy, and no one will recognize it when you put it in the art museum, that is the master of the masters!

After scraping the entire painting on the canvas to the background color, Fang Yi stopped and wiped his hands, then took off his work clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower, then went to bed with a smile on the corner of his mouth and quickly fell asleep.

Early the next morning, almost at the same time every day, Fang Yi opened his eyes, and then cleaned himself up and went downstairs.

Wearing a full suit of sportswear, Fang Yi led the second goods Brotto, brought Brotto's convenient plastic bag, and started a routine morning run with one person and one dog.

Waiting to return to Charlotte's house, I changed my clothes and washed off the sweat stains on my body.

"Yi!" Charlotte sat on Fang Yi's left hand, the two finished their breakfast, waited for the maid to put away the plate or something, looked directly at Fang Yi and asked, "You are too quiet!" Should bring some friends back for a bit of fun, or go to some parties! Of course, it's better to find a girlfriend or something! Now you look less like a young man and more like a puritan! And a Puritans in their forties! If there is a girl you like you can bring to the house, don't worry about some other things, who hasn't been young! Child! It's a place to relax in Paris."

After listening to Charlotte's words, Fang Yi smiled and explained, "I'm so busy! Especially when I see so many masterpieces, I really can't raise any interest in thinking about other things! ”。

"Life is the most important thing!" Charlotte says, "Going out and making some friends, or partying like the young people in Paris, might be even more inspiring for your work!" I can also recognize you better to melt into the city of Paris! Now you're just a passerby, not a Parisian! I would prefer you to learn to live as romantically as a Parisian".

Charlotte likes Fang Yi very much, a polite child, not only knows how to be polite, but also very neat in life, and pays attention to some small details, every time she observes Fang Yi's fingernails, she will not find any dirt or residual color in the nails. The character is warm and warm.,Very likable.。

But in the past few months, I have found that this child is a little too quiet, except for a friend of Li Yuncong, he basically has no friends, and usually at most he videos with his relatives in China on the Internet or something, and all the other time he pounces on the art museum.

"Thank you! I'll think about it! Charlotte," Fang Yi said with a smile as he looked at Charlotte.

After living in the past few months, Fang Yi feels good about Charlotte, and his attitude towards black people has also changed fundamentally! And the atmosphere in Charlotte's house also made Fang Yi very comfortable, after living in it for so long, Fang Yi had never seen Charlotte get angry at the nanny housekeeper at home, complaining about them, although Charlotte was the boss, but he was very respectful to the staff at home.

Now Fang Yi deeply understands that whether a person has demeanor or not is not educated, not by his race and complexion, nor by how much money he has, but by what kind of education he receives, or the external manifestation of this education.

In the past few months in Paris, Fang Yi has seen polite blacks and rude whites, and now Fang Yi has not had some prejudice or worry about black people when he first met Charlotte! On the contrary, I like Charlotte, a passionate lady with a dark complexion.

"When are you leaving for China?" Charlotte asked Fang Yi.

"A week later!" Fang Yi took the green tea from the maid, said thank you, and said to Charlotte, "I'll be back in about a week, and then I have to prepare for school exams and other things!" Seeing that the Chinese New Year is approaching, Fang Yi naturally wants to return to China to reunite with his family, but he can't rush through it in China! After all, the enrollment of the French Academy of Fine Arts is about to start, and Fang Yi still has to come back early to participate or something.

After chatting for a while, Fang Yi went upstairs and put up his easel and went to the art museum.

After such a day until returning home, and then staying in China happily for a week and then running back to France, the whole thing is generally very good, but the customs at Charles de Gaulle Airport made Fang Yi disgusted again! Once again, he turned the clothes in Fang Yi's bag into a mess, and that attitude made Fang Yi grit his teeth when he thought about it! I hated it in my heart for two days before I put this matter behind me.

Now Fang Yi feels that the French are good, but the French customs officers are not things! (To be continued......)