Fang Yike didn't expect his sketches to make Zhou Tong rate so highly. Fang Yi was happy that on the one hand, his sketches had reached an advanced level, and on the other hand, Zhou Tong, who was regarded as an experience tree by himself, had no intention of driving himself away, and it seemed that he could continue to brush his experience.

Do you have any bad feelings? Of course, Fang Yi feels that his current sketch is a little far away from the academic style of the domestic art academy, although Zhou Tong said that there is no problem with each art academy, but isn't there still someone in front of him, what if the teacher who reads the paper doesn't know it? However, this question didn't take long to dissipate in Fang Yi's mind.

At this time in the third year of high school, smart students will have a general arrangement for their future life, such as what school to go to and what major in this school is first-class in China. analyzed the best combination according to his approximate grades, just like Mu Jin, he decided on the two universities in Mingzhu early.

Fang Yi doesn't have such a long-term plan for his life, and now Fang Yi's goal is mainly on CAFA, as for what he will do after he comes out of CAFA? Not only did I not think about it, but I didn't even have the consciousness to think about it. But there is also an advantage to such people: they don't ask for trouble. To put it bluntly, I've been riding a donkey all my life and reading a record book - we'll see!

Wang Qiluo was also very clear about his requirements, so when Wang Qiluo left the classroom to go to Shiyi to brush experience, Wang Qiluo proposed to Teacher Sun that he didn't have much time, so he could only paint a large two small paintings, that is, two more three-format paintings. Teacher Sun thought for a while and nodded and agreed with Wang Qiluo, after all, there is only a little more than a month before the art exam, and Wang Qiluo will leave in a month at the earliest.

Wang Qiluo is not Fang Yi, and he only plans to apply for two or three schools. Instead, he is going to take as many art academies as possible on the basis of time permitting, and it is a professional art academy, not like Fang Yi also put a comprehensive art academy in. In this way, Wang Qiluo's early exam ended later than Fang Yi.

Not to mention Wang Qiluo, the entire Shicheng may not be able to find a senior high school student like Fang Yi now, which can simply be described as: picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and leisurely seeing Nanshan. Fang Guohua and his wife thought about where their son wanted to go to school, the teacher thought that it was too wasteful to go to the Academy of Fine Arts with such good grades, and there was no need to worry about culture, so Fang Yi was left to be self-reliant, and it was Zhang Xu, a friend, who took Fang Yi's place. Fang Yi was now only thinking about how to go to the stone art to better brush Zhou Tong's experience tree. Where did someone else ask for such a day? Of course, there's a lot of time in your hands.

Therefore, Fang Yi's painting is very dedicated, and now the painting in his hand is to be used as a model painting for later art students, Fang Yi's painting is as accurate as possible, the brushstrokes are very small, and try to cover the color of the bottom layer as little as possible, and the connection between the color blocks is also very fine, and strive to express what he thinks when he paints. There are a lot of places to pay attention to when painting in this way, and time is naturally a little slower.

For two days, Fang Yi and Wang Qiluo painted colors bitterly, and it took Fang Yi a total of two days and two nights to complete this large color. And Wang Qiluo only took two afternoons to complete, and the inevitable color block is very large, and the painting is very good, but it is not as attentive as Fang Yi.

After finishing this painting, Fang Yi picked up an equally large piece of paper that had been framed a long time ago, this time it was still this group of still lifes, but Fang Yi was going to use cold colors to express it. The same position, the same angle, a different style. This time, Fang Yi directly stood the brush on the picture and used pointillism to complete this painting.

In front of the painting on the table, leaning against the wall, there were already a few juniors, gesturing in front of the painting. Now Fang Yi's level is a little higher than Wang Qiluo's, and his paintings are more detailed and in-depth, and there are many places where these juniors can learn.

As soon as Fang Yi put down the pen, a junior immediately came over and asked, "Fang Yi, is the color here a little too dark?" Now it looks a little jumpy."

Fang Yi glanced at the direction of the finger and said: "Here is the deep point that I deliberately painted, and when the painting is dry, it will be harmonious when it looks good" The color of gouache is different when it is wet and when it is dry, and the change is not small. In the past, Fang Yi was not able to control this kind of dry and wet color change, but now that he is advanced, this problem is not a problem for himself. It seems that Fang Yi knows what color his color will be when it dries out.

"How do you know the effect of drying?".

"It's not difficult to draw more, see more, and experience more!" Fang Yi thought for a while, so he had to pretend to be profound and said. This is the truth, and at the same time it is empty. Fang Yi was also unavoidable, and he didn't even know why he could see the color of the undried and dried at once, how to explain it to him? I had to use this kind of cliché that is actually plastic chicken bones to send this one away.

"Then why do you use such a dark blue for the connection of the color blocks here?"

"I want the background to go back, and the flowers and plaster also have an effect on the white cloth," Fang Yi replied. Fang Yi answered questions like this for more than ten minutes, carefully explaining to his juniors how he thought when he used the pen.

After talking for more than ten minutes, Fang Yi's mouth was a little dry, and not only these classmates were behind, but Wang Qiluo also stood next to him and listened.

As soon as Fang Yi's words ended, Wang Qiluo said: "Amazing! You can explain why you draw like this! If I had to say I don't have the skills! ”。

"What do you want to say, what's so hard about this?" Fang Yi didn't think it was so difficult to talk about his own ideas. In Fang Yi's opinion, how do you organize the picture, and think about what kind of picture effect you want to achieve with the colors of your brush, just say no.

Wang Qiluo could only admire Fang Yi's ability to talk about it, and he seemed to be able to get to the point.

This kind of situation is like what Zhou Tong said, Fang Yi knows why I paint like this, and this painting is related to how I want to express the object in my heart. And Wang Qiluo just knows that such a painting is good, but why is it painted like this? I don't know! Or maybe the teacher taught me to draw like this, and it's good to draw like this. As for why it is not in the scope of his consideration.

In the second painting, Fang Yi explained to the students while painting, and he had to nag for a long time almost every day. Fang Yi didn't feel bored, every time someone asked him a question in his free time, he would give his thoughts very carefully. For a while, copying Fang Yi's paintings in the art classroom, while listening to Fang Yi's explanation, became the choice of most students.

After drawing a picture for a day, my mouth was dry. As soon as Fang Yi returned home, he threw himself directly into bed, kicked his shoes and climbed directly onto the bed.

"Why are you so tired?" Yu Qin saw that her son didn't want to move, and hurriedly said, "Why don't you rest at home for a few days?" Wait until your body is well before going to school! ”。 When Yu Qin came back from Fang Yi in the past two days, he found that his son seemed to be very tired, and he had said a few words to himself before, but he didn't say anything in the past two days. Thinking of her son's 'illness', Yu Qin couldn't help but worry.

"No need, it's just that I've been talking a little too much in the past two days, and I don't want to talk much when I get home," Fang Yi leaned against the head of the bed and looked at his mother and said.

Yu Qin nodded and said, "Then I'll get you some white fungus lotus seed soup to drink," without waiting for Fang Yi to answer, he turned around and opened the door directly, and walked out of Fang Yi's room.

As soon as Fang Yi heard that he drank such a sweet thing, he was unhappy in his heart. Thinking about how to push this bowl of soup out, thinking about it, I just fell asleep like this. Until my mother woke her up and poured a bowl of soup in a daze, she didn't think about whether it was sweet or not, and drank it directly and went to sleep.

The sleep time was not long, and after about five hours, Fang Xiang woke up energetic. I turned on the computer and connected to the computer amid the sound of the kitten surfing the Internet, and I often went to the chat room for a while, and many of them were art lovers, looking to see if anyone had a new sketch or a big picture of color. If you have it, you can ask someone to send you one, and if you don't, then watch others chat.

After listening to it for a while, it felt like before, with some cannon barrels blowing or fighting with each other. Recently, the fuse in the jar is Maozi's sketch and Western European sketch, which one is better.

What Repin vs. Rembrandt, Trutowski opened Picasso and the like, some people say that this person is good, others say that this person is not good, to put it bluntly, it is the dispute between Western Europe and Maozi. I asked twice if anyone had a big painting hair, and who knew that these people seemed to have passed the drowsy period at three or four o'clock in the morning, and they were all full of vitality as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. Fang Yi's words were pushed off the screen within a few seconds of being typed.

Fang Yi has no interest in participating in this kind of boring thing, although Fang Yi doesn't like Mao Zi's oil paintings in his heart, but he has this time to quarrel Fang Yi is willing to look at more paintings.

Shut down the cat.,Directly from the computer called up the saved sketch and looked at it.,From time to time, the painting was enlarged to the point that it couldn't be enlarged anymore.,When I saw the wonderful place, I couldn't help but pick up the pen and draw twice on the sketchbook.。 Basically, this is what Fang Yi did from getting up in the morning to going to school.

In the morning, Yu Qin got up and saw Fang Yi walking out of the room in good spirits, so she was relieved. said to his son: "Hurry up and eat breakfast, and after eating, I will assign you this task early!" ”。

Sitting on the edge of the dining table, Fang Yi picked up a bun and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing while saying, "If there is anything to say now, I will have a few rounds with my father in the morning!" ”。

Ding Yu's phone rang, Yu Qin didn't bother to talk to her son and ran over to answer the phone, picked it up and listened to it twice: "Sister-in-law!" I'm about to talk to Xiaoyi, huh! This must be ordered again, if it weren't for this child, where would he have this heart ......."

Fang Yi shook his head directly when he heard this, and continued to deal with breakfast. Needless to say, it was my aunt who called, and now I am discussing with my mother how to assign tasks to myself.