"I said that these two paintings of the two of you were left as model paintings for future students to see!".

It turned out to be a painting, Fang Yi nodded after hearing it: "Then it's okay to stay, I have no opinion!" ”。

Teacher Sun nodded when he heard this, waved his hand to the rest of the students, and waited for everyone to return to their easels before asking Fang Yi: "Fang Yi, have you thought about your target university?" ”。

At this time, Fang Yi thought for a while and then said slowly: "I plan to go to CAFA and take the entrance examination for the Academy of Fine Arts!" According to the current progress, Fang Yi thinks that he is still a little sure of the CAFA examination, as long as he passes the advanced level, then it will be more secure, and it is not a waste not to go to the best school with such results. And now that his paintings are almost as good as Wang Qiluo's, Wang Qiluo can say that he wants to go to CAFA, so why should he hide his thoughts? Say it generously.

"The School of Fine Arts only accepts liberal arts students, and CAFA only recruits science students in architecture, home furnishing products and art design," Wang Qiluo said.

Fang Yi smiled and replied: "Wait for the additional test to memorize politics and history, it shouldn't be a big problem to memorize all the things, at most do a few more study papers."

After listening to Fang Yi's words, Wang Qiluo remembered Fang Yi's results, the sum of the three other languages was not more than three hundred, and the other two couldn't get ninety points in a few months? For these candidates who have boiled out one or two books in the sea of questions, what is the difficulty of scoring more than 500 points? I have studied art for almost ten years, and I have been more than a year old by this person, and now I think of this person's cultural achievements, which is not convincing. I had to laugh at myself and said: "I forgot that your cultural achievements are also demonic in art students!" ”。

Teacher Sun listened and said, "Then have you thought about what you are going to study?" ”。

"Figured it out! I want to learn oil painting" Fang Yi didn't hesitate at this time, it was not that Fang Yi didn't want to learn Chinese painting, but the subject of the Chinese painting test was calligraphy, and the things in his head didn't seem to have a shadow of calligraphy, how could he pass the test. Oil paintings, prints, murals, sculptures, and experimental art were left without the exception of Chinese painting.

What kind of thing is experimental art, Fang Yi has no concept in his mind, of course, the first one was ruled out, then there are four left, and Fang Yi is not very interested in sculpture or something, the mural prints are a bit hard to say, and the one that can be chosen is oil painting.

"From then on, you have to draw more models, whether it is sketching or color, and you must also be familiar with the creation, there is no such condition in the school, you have to find a tutorial class" Teacher Sun thought for a while and said to Fang Yi.

"I have a plan for this, and my parents agreed, I want to go to Wang Qiluo's tutoring class to paint first," Fang Yi said directly.

"That's fine!" Teacher Sun nodded, and felt that there was nothing to teach the two old students, and he really had no goods in his stomach.

Wang Qiluo was very happy when he heard Fang Yi's words: "Then I'll talk to the teacher of the auxiliary class?" In the past month, Wang Qiluo has fully felt the progress of painting with people of the same level, and he can't wait to raise his hands and feet in favor of Fang Yi to paint with him.

"How many hours at a time do you go to paint? It's probably more than a hundred at a time," Mr. Sun asked again.

Wang Qiluo said: "Every time for three hours, I usually add more than an hour to go deeper, and I don't have to pay for the next hour, a total of 150 yuan for three hours."

"So much?" Teacher Sun couldn't help asking.

Wang Qiluo listened to it and said: "This is not expensive, some art teachers are expensive, I have been to two or three of them are said to be guided by teachers, from beginning to end I saw people going around, casually say two words to your painting and it's over." Went once and never went again. Even if the teacher's level is better than mine, it is limited, and he is just carrying a brand to cheat money."

Teacher Sun thought for a while and said, "I know about this matter, you are all going to go home for dinner, and you can continue to come at night."

After listening to the teacher's words, most of the students cleaned up, and a few people stayed behind to continue to finish their paintings.

During the evening self-study, Fang Yi chose to go back to the classroom and listen to the teacher analyze the test papers. Now Fang Yi has a cultural lesson on himself

In the afternoon of the next day, Fang Yi arrived at the art classroom and was just about to start writing, when he looked up and saw Mr. Sun walking in. Today, the old man also dressed up, wearing a light-colored jacket with a small dark vest over the jacket and a white towel in his hand.

As soon as the old man walked in, he smiled and said to all the students: "Yesterday I went back and thought about it, the school has no conditions, but my old man can still exert some spare heat, so I will model for you, and my wife will also come over a few times, I will try to convince other teachers, if you are lucky, there will be models for these young and middle-aged people."

Fang Yi couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he heard this, and looked at Wang Qiluo next to him, and saw that Wang Qiluo's face was also stunned. The two looked at each other, and both saw a little touch in each other's eyes. The old man is trying to help the students save a little money as much as possible, although it may not be able to save much, but the old man's heart is really touching.

After Mr. Sun finished speaking, he wrapped a white towel around his head and walked to the chair, moved a chair and sat in the center of the art classroom: "Move all your easels here, you can sketch or color whatever you want, but I can't sit for too long as I am."

The students smiled and placed their easels on the front side of Teacher Sun. Fang Yi also chose an angle to set up the easel, because he didn't have much preparation, he didn't have to hurry to mount the paper now, so he had to clip a piece of paper to paint gouache.

After forty minutes, Wang Qiluo motioned to Mr. Sun to take a break, and then he continued to draw every half hour until the end of school in the afternoon.

Fang Yi only watched the first thirty minutes, and the big tone and structure of the whole picture had been arranged, and the following thing was to refine it from memory, at most occasionally look at the face.

In the next two days, the old man would find some retired teachers to come and model the students. However, only one of these models is a retired teacher, and none of them are young. This result is also expected by Wang Qiluo, young teachers can't pull their faces to paint for students, and now when it comes to modeling for art students, many people don't think about busts, full-body portraits and the like, I'm afraid they think more about mannequins. Of course, the young teachers were resistant.

Teacher Sun found these old teachers who were willing to exert some spare heat, except for the first time, they all agreed on the time, so that the students could mount the paper. Fang Yi and Wang Qiluo took the lead, whether it was drawing sketches or colors, they would frame the drawing paper on the drawing board two days in advance, and the two of them also used the No. 2 board, which was twice as large as the commonly used.

Fang Yi looked at the color of his entire painting and was very satisfied. Finally, I grabbed the smallest brush and wrote in ochre color in the lower right corner: Teacher Yu Save, student Fang Yi made it in school in xx year xx month. As a student, I had nothing better to say to these old men and old ladies who had exerted their spare energy, so we had to discuss the results together, and we all signed the most satisfactory pictures we had drawn, signed them and framed them in frames to give them to these old people as a token of gratitude.

Now students like Fang Yi and Wang Qiluo don't know that a few people occasionally pat their heads and remember the method of thanking the teacher, which will become a tradition for art students in the school in the future. Not only for teachers, but also when the school increased its investment in art teaching in the future, the school had the money to hire models, and it also continued to the models, and later art students would give the models what they thought were the best paintings, as a sign of respect and gratitude.

"The color sense of this painting is good" Wang Qiluo stood behind Fang Yi and watched Fang Yi sign the painting.

Fang Yi signed his name, put the sketchpad on the desk and waited for the gouache paint to dry, and said after putting it down: "When it's dry, please help you get a picture frame and frame it." Now Fang Yixuan's frame is just average, and students are mainly aware of it, and they can't leave it on the surface.

"I'll leave this matter to me," Wang Qiluo nodded and said, "Are you still going to the tutorial class this week?" This time it's a young woman".

Fang Yi thought for a while and said: "I'll go if it's different from the last time, if it's the same, I'm not interested."

"Changed one".

"That's fine! I'll go to your house on Saturday afternoon to find you, and then we'll be together" Fang Yi finished speaking and asked again: "Do you want to go to play football together on Sunday morning, I made an appointment with a few friends, and we will be active on the grass in a small park not far away." After speaking, he raised his feet and walked out of the art room with Wang Qiluo.

Wang Qiluo shook his head when he heard this: "I can't go, there are still two hours of English tutoring in the morning!" ”

Fang Yi was just about to express sympathy, when he heard Zhang Xu shouting at him: "Fang Yi! Sunday morning football can't be played! ”

"Why?" Fang Yi watched in surprise as Zhang Xu walked in front of him.

Zhang Xu sighed: "I am now being targeted by the teacher, and I told my family that I have to work hard and still have hope of going to college, so I am going to participate in the teacher's small stove on Sunday now!" ”。

"Tsk!" Fang Yi couldn't help rubbing his teeth, this small stove was also one of them before. Zhang Xu's performance after Fang Yi fainted made the head teacher very satisfied, and he thought that this kid was a "" and thought that this was a manufacturable material, even if he couldn't go to a good university, he couldn't let such a good child be idle all day long.

"Teacher, this is your talent," Wang Qiluo said jokingly.

"When I heard that I was going to Xiaozao, my whole body was sore!" Zhang Xu said: "I can't help it even if I don't want to go, as soon as I heard that I can enter the teacher's small stove group, my parents walk with a little wind all day long, and now I really envy Fang Yi's days!" ”。

"There are so many words that are favored by the teacher" Seeing Zhang Xu's bitter gourd face, Fang Yi threw the trace of unhappiness at the lack of ball on Sunday to the back of his head and said happily.

Now Fang Yi's little life is really nothing, the parents take their son as a sheep, and basically do whatever they want. What is the teacher to worry about Fang Yi's score of more than 500 points in art, just come to the classroom once a week to take the exam, and then listen to the analysis of the test papers. Among the students in the entire school, Fang Yi is the most relaxed, with a lot of free time to spend.