Fang Yi was dreaming here, and heard a voice in his ear: "Fang Yi! It's nine o'clock now, and it's time to go home! ”。

"Oh! I know! Hearing the voice, Fang Yi turned his head to the classmate who shouted at him, smiled and nodded, and began to pack up his things and go home honestly.

The next morning, after Fang Yi finished his morning reading class in the class, he slipped into the art room and began to paint color still lifes, and after going home at noon and eating, he soaked in the art room again, and the whole process was like a copy of yesterday. As soon as the two gouaches were finished, the colors in his mind were dried by Fang Yi to the intermediate level, and the sketches that had not been left were directly dried by Fang Yi to more than half of the intermediate level.

This situation made Fang Yi's mood quite good, and even when he went to the toilet to release water, he hummed a little song and twisted his butt to sweep the arc-shaped waterline.

As soon as school was out of school in the afternoon, Fang Yi walked out of the art classroom, and as soon as he went out, he saw Zhang Xu and Li Lin walking towards him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm kind of losing track of time!" Seeing this, Fang Yi knew that he was in a hurry to recognize the five people, so he hurriedly apologized.

The five people stopped, and Zhang Xu joked with a smile: "If I didn't know who you are, buddy would have thought you were afraid of a treat and fled!"

"What's there to be afraid of if you escape! I have already made up my mind to look at Mu Jin! Li Lin responded with a smile: "If you run, the monk can't run to the temple!" ”。 The rest of the people laughed along.

Fang Yi himself laughed and walked in front of a few people, and everyone walked towards the school gate together. While walking, Fang Yi said, "Where are we going, Lao Hu Restaurant or Sichuan Restaurant?" After speaking, he patted himself in his pocket: "My family gave 200 yuan, everyone worked hard to eat whatever they wanted!" ”。 At this time, a stewed chicken is only about ten yuan, and two hundred yuan is indeed enough for six people to eat openly.

"Interesting!" Xu Rui stretched out his thumb to Fang Yi, and put his other hand around Li Lin's shoulder. A few people began to discuss which restaurant to go to.

As they walked, the six people were divided into two rows, Zhang Xu, Li Lin and Xu Rui in front, and Fang Yi and Mu Jin and Li Fen in the back. Dozens of meters out of the school gate, Fang Yi naturally pulled his girlfriend's hand up, and Mu Jin struggled twice and stopped breaking free.

"Boss, bring us a private room!" As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Xu tore open his throat and yelled at the shopkeeper.

"Okay! Go over there" The boss smiled after listening to Zhang Xu's words, stretched out his finger, this private room at the entrance of the school is used by students and teachers most of the time, and people who really invite big guests will not come to these restaurants.

After entering the private room and reading the menu, Li Lin asked Fang Yi, "Fang Yi!" It's only four months before the art exam, are you not tight over there? ”。 Hearing Li Lin's question, the rest of the people also turned their heads to look at Fang Yi, and Mu Jin was even more concerned in his eyes.

"I think I'm still sure of going to stone art, and now it's just to see if I can go to CAFA with more strength in the past few months!" Fang Yi is also not very modest, and directly threw CAFA on the table. completely ignores the fact that others only accept more than 100 people in the 20,000 or 30,000 newspapers every year, and only accepts liberal arts students. Fang Yi doesn't care much about only accepting liberal arts students, it's a big deal that there are a few months left after the art exam is over, is it difficult to score more than 400 points? The results of the three brothers in addition to the number of languages are enough for three hundred and fifty-six, and the rest of the politics and history are used to worry? In the remaining five months, I won't have two subjects, and I only have a total of 50 or 60 points, right? I'm afraid of wool like this!

"CAFA? This school is very good when you hear the name! Li Fen looked at Fang Yi and said with a little smug approval on his face. All science students don't care much about the Academy of Fine Arts, but the names of Chinese universities can be guessed a little, and the vast majority of them with the prefix of the central character are first-class universities, but they are not comparable with the prefix of the national character.

Zhang Xu heard this and hurriedly said: "If you are admitted to CAFA, give me a painting!" Let me frame it and hang it at home".

Fang Yi was stunned for a moment and asked: "I'm painting gouache and sketching now, what are you going to hang on, wait for the CAFA in the future, I'll give you a head office whether it's painting Chinese painting or painting or something, right?" Anyway, what are you going to do? ”。

"Wait for you to discern the child, and then draw and sell for a high price!" Zhang Xu laughed twice and said: "Last time, I heard that someone else's painting sold for tens of millions of dollars, and your painting can be sold for millions of dollars, and I will eat him in my life!" ”。

Fang Yi smiled and said, "The good situation is that when I become famous, you will be almost old." Painting is different from science things, one is one and two is two. Not only does it involve the painter itself, but also the public aesthetics, no matter how good your painting is, the public aesthetics do not keep up, your paintings are still in vain, and they still can't be sold at a price. Although Fang Yi had such a thing in his mind, if the things drawn later were not recognized by others and surpassed people's aesthetics, wouldn't he be poor? Like Picasso, there are a few who have become masters during his lifetime. On the one hand, Fang Yi really likes to paint, and on the other hand, his family conditions are very good, which can fully support Fang Yi to learn to paint.

Zhang Xu listened to Fang Yi's words and said, "Damn! You can't have a little faith! Maybe you're famous in your twenties? Like that who? Pull something, great painters of the West! ”。

"Raphael?"

"That's right! Right! That's it! As soon as Zhang Xu heard Fang Yi's prompt, he immediately said: "How early did people become famous, they became famous in their teens" patted Fang Yi's shoulder while talking: "Work hard, you can't count on your teens, set your goal at thirty years old, and then buddies will have a little light!" ”。

Fang Yi shook his head and smiled when he heard this, and did not correct the mistake in his friend's words, Raphael became famous in his twenties, and was thirty-seven years old when he died. Lao La's life is good, on the one hand, he is amazingly talented, and on the other hand, he is gentle, knows how to respect people, and people from all walks of life. He was still the ruling class, and he had a very good relationship with the pope at that time. As for the Pope's evaluation, not to mention the shameless, insidious and despicable guy who fell out with Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo one after another, and Ben didn't know art.

Lala had a good relationship with the Pope because Lala was very keen on power and wanted to become a bishop, and after getting the support of the Pope, he agreed to marry the daughter of a bishop, Maria Bibena, to gain the support of the bishop. A week after the engagement, no one saw Lao La, who met his beloved mistress Finalina, and Lao La was torn between Finalina's sincere feelings for herself and her inner desire for worldly power. On the one hand, there is the dirty reality in Lao La's heart, and at that time, there was no QQ chat or computer games to make Lao La addicted, so there was only one entertainment item left, almost bed activities. After an extraordinary amusement with his favorite mistress, Finarina, the little painter returned to heaven after he couldn't bear it.

Does this painter really feel happy to live? Fang Yi thinks that it is not likely, and he deals with some people who are shameless in his heart all day long, afraid that he will despise himself even in his heart. From the countless times Lao La wanted to escape from Rome, but the indulgence in worldly pleasures made this painting saint unable to help himself, and in the end, it can be said that this inner struggle killed Lao La.

"Just think about these things that are not earned for nothing!" Li Lin said to Zhang Xu, and then turned his face to Fang Yi's side: "Help me draw a portrait after a while, just look like a little bit!" Don't paint like Picasso, you don't know who you painted it in person."

A few people next to him immediately started to coax again, and they all said that they must collect Fang Yi's paintings, and when the time comes, they will sit and wait for Fang Yi to become a painter, one by one, as if they had just bought a two-yuan lottery ticket and immediately counted that they had won five million, as if they had spent this money. The discussion was quite lively.

Fang Yi had no choice but to speak: "If I go to CAFA, I'll draw one for each of you!" This made the four of them pause for a moment and bring the topic back to eating.

A few people didn't spend much money, a table of seven or eight dishes used more than sixty yuan, most of them were meat dishes, and the six people left the restaurant with a full meal.

Back at school, the five of them went to the evening self-study, and Fang Yi naturally turned back to the art classroom.

Tonight, Fang Yi is going to change to a plaster cast of Marseille to paint. This time, instead of using the soft lines that I prefer, I changed to a thick and thick line that was bold and strong, and I chose a pencil that was darker 5B.

Sitting in front of the easel and looking at it a few times, he waved his hand on the paper and began to draft, the first time he used the lines he was not used to to express Fang Yi's painting very carefully, basically he had to examine the picture from the whole with a few strokes on the paper, and then go deeper to depict the part.

When Fang Yi paved out the big feeling, he heard someone behind him say: "This line is strong and powerful, and it is indeed very suitable for the performance of Marseille!" ”。

Fang Yi turned his head and saw Wang Qiluo standing behind him, and couldn't help but say to Wang Qiluo: "Do you feel that there is something wrong?" ”。 After speaking, he stood up and stood side by side with Wang Qige and looked at his painting.

"If I want to draw, this place will be a little more empty, the beard falls on the shoulder, the outline of the shadow will be a little heavier, but don't draw too dark, the neck part is a little brighter......" Wang Qiluo commented on Fang Yi's painting and finally said: "But your progress is not small, yesterday and today are like two people painting, this is the feel back?" ”。

"Probably! Today's painting is very smooth, not as obscure as yesterday" Fang Yi said and asked Wang Qiluo, "Why are you here?" Wang Qiluo is different from Fang Yi, he rarely comes to the art classroom at night, and his cultural achievements are his flaws. On Sunday mornings, I went to cram culture, and in the afternoon, I had to go to the tutorial class to draw portraits, which was 60 yuan an hour, basically 240 yuan in an afternoon, and it was more than 10,000 yuan in a year alone. The so-called toughness is talented, on the other hand, it is rich.

"Frame a piece of paper, and prepare to draw a group of still lifes tomorrow," Wang Qiluo said as he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and smoked one for Fang Yi.

Fang Yi took the cigarette and lit the fire, and asked, "How is your tutoring class model who paints portraits?" If it's good, I'll sign up to paint after a while! "If you want to take the CAFA statue, you can't escape it, and you have to draw something. What Fang Yi said is good or not refers to whether the models in this tutorial class are old, middle-aged and young, and whether their appearance is distinctive, not that the models are all young and beautiful girls.

"I think it's very good! The price is also medium and not too expensive, if you want to go and say hello to me, I can talk to the teacher," Wang Qiluo said.

"I'll talk about it in two months" Fang Yi won't directly tell Wang Qiluo that he wants to go to CAFA, just now the things he painted are a little too far away from CAFA, and he is embarrassed to tell people.

The two of them chatted for a while, one continued to draw, the other took the water, wet the gouache paper, sealed the four sides with pasted newspaper strips, and leaned the drawing board of the paper against the table leg. After doing this, he stood behind Fang Yi and looked at Fang Yi's painting, but this time he didn't make a sound.

Wang Qiluo only looks at Fang Yi's paintings, because Fang Yi's lines have a kind of toughness that he does not have, and he also has characteristics in terms of wiring, the outline of the whole painting is accurate, and the structure is also very rigorous. As a good painter, Wang Qiluo is very good at learning, and now he is learning the strengths of Fang Yi's paintings.

The two of them drew and looked at each other, and the time passed like this, and an hour passed. When Fang Yi signed Fang Yi in the lower right corner of the painting and wrote the year, month and day below, the painting was completed.

"You corrected what I said just now, and your comprehension is really strong, much stronger than me," Wang Qiluo said.

Fang Yi said: "I thought that I could change it if I corrected it, right?" That's what I think anyway."