"Who did you learn your sketching from?" Wang Qiluo was very curious, because what Fang Yi painted was definitely not the style taught by the art class, and now it can be seen that Fang Yi's paintings pursue the accuracy of the form, and then the detailed portrayal is very delicate and rigorous, while retaining a strong sense of line.

Fang Yi listened for a while and said: "I often make some sketches to read, of course, I only look at the style I like, I like Leonardo da Vinci, Jacques Louis David, Ingres and other styles." This is the truth, as long as Fang Yi is at home, he will drive the kitten to go shopping on the Internet, and the most is to search for sketches and colors, but the things he gets are not very clear, so he can only look at a rough idea.

"No teacher to teach?" Wang Qiluo listened and asked. Looking at Fang Yi and nodded, he said, "I don't know what to say." Wang Qiluo likes Fang Yi's painting method, but it doesn't mean that Wang Qiluo can learn. In Wang Qiluo's view, this kind of painting is a bit risky, the Academy of Fine Arts has its own style of the Academy of Fine Arts, and the teachers who mark the papers have their own preferences, and most of these teachers are from the domestic Academy of Fine Arts.

It's not too early to finish speaking, and the two of them left the art room last.

For the next month, Fang Yi's daily days were sleeping, eating, and painting, except for the library where he and his girlfriend Mu Jin and his two young couples would soak in the library for a few hours every Sunday afternoon, which was considered a date, and he almost devoted himself to painting.

In the eyes of Mr. Sun and his classmates, Fang Yi is not only diligent but also has a talent that ordinary people can't reach, almost every painting can see Fang Yi's progress, so if there is no talent, then what is it? And as long as the teacher points out some mistakes in the painting, Fang Yi will significantly improve or completely correct these mistakes in the next painting.

When all the experience points reached about 80%, Fang Yijijing and Wang Qiluo were the two best people in the art class. It's just that the styles of the two are very different. Wang Qiluo is a standard and orthodox domestic academic style, while Fang Yi can only be regarded as a school of its own.

For this situation, Fang Yi wants to rely on the domestic academy, and it has an advantage in taking the university entrance examination, isn't it a bit stupid not to take advantage of it. However, every time I lean up, the experience bar does not rise significantly, it is better to draw it in my own way, and Fang Yi has to give up after trying for a week, so I can only make myself a little stupid.

With Fang Yi's sudden emergence, the art classroom did not engage in the Fang Yi faction and Wang Qiluo's faction, and everyone became more harmonious. In the past, Wang Qiluo surpassed others too much when he was a solo performer, and few people were embarrassed to let Wang Qiluo point out what he painted. Fang Yi has a cheerful personality, and the two have often communicated since Wang Qiluo came to mount the paper in the evening. When others saw that Wang Qiluo was not as difficult as he imagined, they often asked for advice.

"Wang Qiluo, Fang Yi, if you have time, come and help me look at my paintings," a sophomore said as he watched the two stand up.

Wang Qiluo was about to ask Fang Yi to move around, but after hearing this person's words, the two had no choice but to walk to his easel.

Standing in front of the man's easel for less than a minute, the two of them contrasted with the plaster statue.

"Let's talk about it first," Fang Yi said to Wang Qiluo.

Wang Qiluo was also not polite: "First of all, look at the big shape, these two places are a little inaccurate, and there is no void in the place, the whole picture looks a little flat, and the eye sockets are a little too deep, and they are a little dead by your painting" Speaking of this, he turned his face to Fang Yi and smiled and said: "His lines imitate you, you can say the problem on the lines."

"The line of the cheek is good, but the forehead is not well handled, and the connection between the faces is a bit far-fetched. The small noodles are too big for you, and it feels like there is a problem, so don't force yourself to try little by little," Fang Yi said. This student is learning his own lines, trying to use some arcs to transition softly like himself, but it is very stiff and not as good as his previous drawing method, and the whole forehead part looks hard.

Wang Qiluo said with a smile: "It is recommended that you don't stick to his lines, just learn it according to your own situation." It's very difficult to draw like this, but I've really tried it. You can't compare this to him, it's a youkai! I'm going to push the line to the limit," he patted Fang Yi on the shoulder and said.

Fang Yi smiled and didn't speak, he knew that what Wang Qiluo said was right, Fang Yi's pursuit of lines was like an obsessive-compulsive disorder, if Fang Yi couldn't help but emphasize something, it could only be said that it was the accuracy of the outline and the expressiveness of the lines.

There are two of them, and the two of them commented on three or four before they came out of the art room. Hiding in the corner, Wang Qiluo took out two cigarettes from his pocket and threw one to Fang Yi.

The two squatted side by side and lit a fire, their backs against the wall while basking in the sun and chatting.

Taking a sip, Wang Qiluo said: "There are still a little more than three months to take the exam, have you decided which schools you want to apply for?" How many places are you going to take the test? ”。

"What about you?" Fang Yi squinted his eyes, feeling the golden yellow with a little orange sunlight through his eyelids.

Wang Qiluo said: "I always have to report a few more, and I am ready to try all the art academies as much as possible."

"You are really at stake, this running around for at least more than a month, if there is a second attempt, it will be even longer" Fang Yi was stunned by Wang Qiluo's words. These major art academies are distributed all over the country, and I am afraid that it is too late to take the train back and forth, so I can only fly in the sky.

"There's no way around it! What about you? ”。

"I'm going to go to two or three, the CAFA side to take the exam, and then if Gome comes, I'll just take the stone art exam," Fang Yi said.

As soon as he heard what Fang Yi said, Wang Qiluo understood: "Do you want to be closer to your girlfriend?" Mu Jin is going to be admitted to Mingzhu's university" looked at Fang Yi and nodded and said, "Actually, you should at least try Yanmei, the realism is very strong!" ”。

"Don't go! I really don't like the smell of Maozi paintings," Fang Yi said. It's not that Yanmei is bad, but Fang Yi doesn't like it in his heart!

"That's right! It's the opposite of your current style," Wang Qiluo couldn't help but shake his head and laugh when he heard Fang Yi say this.

The two of them smoked a cigarette and returned to the art classroom, Wang Qiluo and Fang Yi's easels were placed in front of a group of still lifes at the same time, a dark jar with a wine bottle and a few fruits of different colors were placed on the white cloth, and the two of them were preparing to paint gouache. In the same group of still lifes, Fang Yi's paintings are warm in large tones, while Wang Qiluo's paintings are in cool tones.

Wang Qiluo was the first to finish the painting, and after finishing the painting, he stood behind Fang Yi, holding his arms and watching Fang Yi finally adjust the large color of the picture.

Waiting for Fang Yi to finish painting and sign his name, at this time, Mr. Sun put the paintings of the two together, clapped his hands and said, "Everyone come here!" ”。 After hearing this, the painting students knew that Mr. Sun was about to evaluate the paintings of the two again, so they put down the brushes in their hands and gathered in front of the two easels.

"Let's look at these two paintings first, not to mention anything else, the unified major tone has come out, Fang Yi's color is bright and transparent, the color of the picture and the handling of the relationship between virtual and real are quite good, the overall color feels bright and fresh, in terms of hue, brightness and purity control is quite in place, and the shape is accurate and vivid!" Teacher Sun said: "Look at Wang Qiluo's painting again, the color control is quite strong, and the whole major tone is controlled in gray and green, with clear layers, gray but not dirty, and the structure is compact and perfect. When you take the exam, you will be sure to get a high score at such a level, of course, if you go to the Central United States, that's another story."

One of the students waited for Teacher Sun's words to fall and said with a smile, "Teacher Sun! Fang Yi is a demon, he is purely here to attack us! The other students laughed when they heard this.

Teacher Sun smiled and said: "Fang Yi is talented, you only see his progress, don't you see that every time Fang Yi thinks carefully before painting, during painting or after painting?" No one's good drawing is for nothing! Think more about how you can improve, and look at other good classmates! If you are like Fang Yi, your whole body and mind will be on it, and you will also make rapid progress! ”。

After listening to Mr. Sun's words, the other students all pondered, including Wang Qiluo.

Fang Yi was a little embarrassed, others often thought deeply when they saw him, thinking that he was completely thinking about how to improve his painting level. Only Fang Yi knows that he only thinks about how to draw when he is painting, and most of his usual time he is thinking about how to quickly brush up his experience to a higher level. Originally, I thought that Wang Qiluo was a high-end product, but who knew that this was only 80% of the intermediate level, how advanced would it be, Fang Yi was very eager to see it in his heart, and when he thought of this, Fang Yi's heart was like grass growing here, and he was hungry and thirsty.

Judging from these things that Fang Yi pondered by himself, as long as he put it in, his brain can control the picture, and show the object through his own hands, so that he will have experience, and the more experience he has after painting, the more experience he has. But if you try to copy down the object you see, no matter how real and accurate your drawing is, you won't have any experience at all. This made Fang Yi sigh in his heart from time to time, it was easy to deceive others, and it was difficult to deceive the experience in his head.

At the same time, it also made Fang Yi deeply understand the sentence of the previous teacher: painting is that you are showing the object, not that you are plagiarizing the object, if you want to plagiarize, the camera can click on it! Why do you spend so much time drawing! If you say it's painting, then what's the point of your existence as a painter?

After figuring out this matter in the past few days, Fang Yicai honestly concentrated on drawing. Carefully summarize each of your paintings, and then pay attention to the shortcomings when drawing the next one.

"Fang Yi! Teacher Sun asks you! Just as Fang Yi was thinking about this, Wang Qiluo pressed his elbow against Fang Yi's arm who was standing next to him.

"What's the matter?" Fang Yi raised his head and said to Teacher Sun.