It took about a month and a half to prepare, during which time Fang Yi frequently went to Suzhou to observe the light of the church and draw some drafts. There are more than 70 sketches alone, but these sketches are not realistic, they are closer to sketches, mainly recording the light of the church or the general ideas that pop up in Fang Yi's mind.

The temperature outside the house had dropped to around freezing, and Fang Yi sat in the warm studio and flipped through the materials that Keith had helped to get back from England, what kind of clothes, and photos of Western faces and so on. The enthusiastic Kath helped Fang Yi get more than a dozen books back.

On one wall of the studio are three large wooden panels for painting, which are surrounded by intricate European patterns and painted with gold dust. The three planks in the frame had already been reworked once according to Fang Yi's requirements, and the planks that were transported last time were still damp, and there was no way to use them. Now, in addition to coating a layer of base material on the wooden board, Fang Yi has covered it with a layer of muslin cloth, and then applied several layers of thin base material to make the three wooden boards look quite white. In front of the three boards is a shelf, more than three meters high is not something that Fang Yi can reach, and it must be there after this game.

Sitting on the chair, Fang Yi stretched out his hand to hold a thick Facebook book, and did not carefully turn it one by one, bent the pages casually, and then slid his fingers from the side in turn, and the faces of the characters on the pages appeared in front of Fang Yi's eyes like a slideshow.

After quickly flipping through it like this, Fang Yi then flipped it over a dozen times.

"Fang Yi! Are you reading a book or flipping through a book? Can you see faces at such a fast speed? Zheng Yuan couldn't help it anymore and asked Fang Yi.

Now that the temperature outside is so low, it is impossible for Zheng Yuan to go outside to practice, so he can only choose an air-conditioned place, of course, Fang Yi's house has air conditioning, but the studio is available all day long. Zheng Yuan didn't think about the waste of money to continue to open the living room, so he went to the studio to practice the piano, and chatted during the break, but most of the time they did their own things.

Fang Yi didn't look at Zheng Yuan, and continued to fiddle with the book in his hand and explained: "I want to look at some common things, and I will deal with some details myself!" I don't feel comfortable moving anyone's face from the book to my screen! You can only find some commonalities! In fact, the main reason is that I am afraid that people will sue me! ”。

Zheng Yuan slightly lowered the bow in his hand and asked Fang Yi, "Has Wang Hongqi's lawsuit been opened?" ”。

The model who asked for money saw that the entanglement was fruitless, and finally sued Wang Hongqi in court for infringement of portrait rights.

"Where is it so fast. There is always evidence to be collected or something, and then mediation and mediation in private, and the court can be officially held next month! Fang Yi continued to flip through his book without raising his head and replied.

"Wang Hongqi should be able to win this time! I see that the people in the village reacted very violently," Zheng Yuan asked.

In the past, I had only heard that such a thing had happened in other places, and the painter became popular and the model jumped out to get a piece of the pie, but now this thing has appeared around me. Of course, the painters in the village reacted strongly, and every model did this to paint a fart human body. A work that condensed his own painstaking efforts was painted. Not only did the money go to the model, but he also posted the money! It's better for everyone to paint landscapes, at least the trees and rocks can't open their mouths to ask for portrait rights. Not only the young painters expressed their opinions, but also Zhang Chenglin, Liu Yuchan and Fang Yi's teacher Liu Hongshuo all expressed their opinions.

Fang Yi shook his head and said, "Wang Hongqi can't win, the court is a matter of losing some money." This time it is estimated that it will not be too much, twenty or thirty thousand! And then this painting is not allowed to be exhibited in public or anything! ”。 Although Fang Yi didn't ask his uncle to help say hello, he still asked his aunt to ask someone he knew. Now this result is the best outcome, without the support of legal provisions.

"This model is too immoral," Zheng Yuan opened his mouth and said: "Wang Hongqi's family just had a little time to live, and this happened!" ”。

Fang Yi looked up at Zheng Yuan and smiled: "The current twenty or thirty thousand yuan is not too difficult for Wang Hongqi!" Lu Qikun likes his current painting style. With him, he is about to hold a national double exhibition, and at least one of his paintings can reach twenty or thirty thousand yuan in this circle! ”。

"Do you think the woman will appeal?"

"She appealed, and soon the supplementary terms in the province came out! Let her go on the appeal," Fang Yi said casually.

Zheng Yuan nodded, and regardless of whether Fang Yi saw it or not, his eyes turned to the piano sheet and began to practice. Fang Yi listened to the music played by the cello while flipping through his album. For the next hour or so, the two of them did not say a word, reading books, and practicing the piano.

After eating in the afternoon, Fang Yi was ready to start drawing the first stroke. Standing in front of the wooden plank more than three meters high, Fang Yi stretched out his hand and touched the bottom, and said to himself: It's dry! Then he squeezed the paint onto the palette, dipped the brush in blue, and wrote the date of Fang Yi of the Dragon Flying and Phoenix Dancing in the lower right corner of the three boards, and then began to draft on the first board with the colors of brown and yellow.

The draft is very simple, it fixes the general position of the characters, and as for the background of the characters, it is not outlined on the picture at all, not to mention the outline, Fang Yi has not thought of arranging any background now. These East and West Fangyi are ready to improvise, to paint whatever they want, to learn from their idol Comrade Titian, to paint whatever they want, and to have this casual state of mind, in order to paint that kind of flowing and natural scenery.

The three drafts on the wooden board together marked the beginning of Fang Yi's formal hands-on painting, and Fang Yi would not look at the drafts that he had sketched before, but put them away directly, because he was already familiar with those things, and if he looked at them every day, Fang Yi was afraid that it would affect his improvisation.

As soon as Fang Yi threw himself into painting, the time to go out and go around with a round head and a flat head was obviously less, from five or six times a day to three times, three times in the morning, noon and after dinner. Although he didn't pounce on it like a madman like he did some time ago, barely eating or drinking, his concentration did not weaken in the slightest.

It's just that Fang Yizhi now eats on time, and sometimes when he is too excited, he will stop his brush and listen to the light music of the cello with his eyes closed. Or go play with round and flat heads for a while. If Zheng Yuan also rested, the two would talk for a minute or two.

In the current studio, Fang Yi is standing under the shelf and painting, while Zheng Yuan is practicing his own piano, or listening to English tapes or something, the two of them are very quiet, sometimes they don't say a word for three or four hours. The two of them are busy with their own things, and they are all right!

Fang Yi can eat on time, but if he cooks on time, he can't do it! Most of the three meals a day fell on Zheng Yuan's body.

He put down the brush in his hand. Fang Yi walked towards the kitchen, and as soon as he entered the kitchen, he praised Zheng Yuan: "Today's dish is good!" ”。 After speaking, he directly took the bowl and began to serve the rice, the first bowl was handed to Zheng Yuan, and the second bowl was given to himself. Usually there are only two people when eating, and there is no need to go to the restaurant. Two of them on the kitchen counter!

Zheng Yuan stood beside the operating table with a bowl in his hand, watching Fang Yi put the dishes in the bowl. Then he put his mouth on the edge of the bowl and took two bites. After chewing a few times, he swallowed it and asked, "It's all vegetarian!" It's not that I don't want to do it, it's that there's no meat! Is this a good way to still dish? ”。

Fang Yi glanced at Zheng Yuan and said with a smile: "I, a person who doesn't cook, is not qualified to ask for so much, I can satisfy myself if I have a hot meal!" After speaking, he continued to eat fragrant green vegetables. After eating a few bites, he smiled at Zheng Yuan: "Thank you for these days!" ”

Zheng Yuan listened and said, "It's nothing, it's considered that I paid the rent!" But you should have some time to come back in the afternoon! If I didn't know how to drive, I would have gone on my own! ”。

"What day of the week is today?" Fang Yi raised his head and asked.

"Thursday!".

Fang Yi listened and asked while eating: "Can you carry the things at home until Saturday?" ”。

"I won't call your mother to deliver food again!" Zheng Yuan said: "She is busy enough in your new house, and she has to deliver food to you, I am embarrassed for you." Such a big person! Never mind! I took my own taxi to the supermarket in the afternoon! ”。

"You bought a lot!" Fang Yi said that from Zheng Yuan living here, almost all the vegetables were bought by Zheng Yuan at the small vegetable market at the entrance of the village. It is said that it is a small vegetable farm, but the nearby villagers spontaneously take the vegetables that they can't eat here and sell them, not only because the price is appropriate, but also fresh.

Fang Yi thought for a moment and said, "I'd better go by car!" "It's better to take a minibus or a tricycle from the entrance of the village to get around.

Finished eating. couldn't enter the studio anymore, Fang Yi simply took over the work of washing the dishes, washed the dishes and chopsticks and everything, and then drove his little jeep with Zheng Yuan for two or two minutes, and went to the Dacang Storage Supermarket on the outskirts of the city to buy something.

What Fang Yi wanted was very simple, after pushing it into the cart, he went straight to the meat, and then put the small half of the pig's hind leg into the car, got some beef, and took care of a few chickens.

"Close!" Fang Yi looked at the things in the car and turned his head to Zheng Yuan and said.

Zheng Yuan looked at the meat of this cart and said, "What kind of team!" There's still something to buy! After speaking, he beckoned to Fang Yi and motioned for Fang Yi to push the car to follow him.

Although Zheng Yuan's movements were much faster than Fang Yi's mother, but he couldn't stop buying more things, Fang Yi felt a little bored after a while, and when Zheng Yuan took things from the shelf, he leaned on the armrest of the cart with his elbow, yawned and asked, "Okay?" That's pretty much it! ”。

"What a rush!" Zheng Yuan took the two bottles in his hand and compared them, without looking at Fang Yi and replied.

At this time, an aunt with a cart happened to walk past the two of them, looked at Fang Yi and Zheng Yuan, and said to Fang Yi: "Young man, be a little patient when you accompany your wife out to buy things!" Then he said to Zheng Yuan: "Our family is like this!" Going to the supermarket is like letting him go to the execution ground! ”。

"You're mistaken, we're not two!" Fang Yi explained to the aunt.

Aunt smiled and said, "That's soon!" ”。

Belch! Fang Yi didn't know how to answer, so he had to say: "It's a shadowless thing!" ”。 After saying that, he closed his mouth.

The aunt pushed the car away, and before she could take a step, Fang Yi heard the aunt muttering: Now young people are really letting go! (To be continued......)