As soon as Wang Qiluo's painting was finished and signed Shang Yi's name, a student in the classroom walked over: "Fang Yi! Also help me draw a portrait and let me copy it when I'm okay in the future."

Fang Yi just wanted to nod his head when he heard this, and saw that the other students in this classroom were also looking at him, more than 20 people each wanted to come to such a picture, so he would not paint anything else in the future, and he would have to draw portraits of these classmates.

Teacher Sun said at this time: "Don't ask for each other, you will soon take the exam after painting your portraits." Fang Yi's sketches and creations or something, don't practice? After speaking, he turned his head to Fang Yi and said, "That's it, every time you think the painting is good in the future, stay and do fan painting, try to draw bigger, and the brushstrokes are more delicate." This makes it easy for later students to copy. What do you think? Wang Qiluo, you are the same." I like the old man Sun very much in this year's art class, it was gratifying enough to have a Wang Qiluo, and now there is a Fang Yi, the two of them are more talented than the other, how can the old man not be secretly happy in his heart?

Hearing what the teacher said, Fang Yi nodded and agreed: "There is no problem with this, I promise everyone to draw at least three sheets of paper, the smallest two sheets of paper" With the teacher's words, Fang Yi hurriedly escaped.

Wang Qiluo nodded when he heard this.

Next, the two had to mount paper to prepare for the next day's painting, Teacher Sun turned around and went out of the classroom to prepare the still life, this time the old man wanted to put it a little more difficult, bring a plaster statue and flowers and fruits or something, in short, let Fang Yi and the two of them play their limits.

Waiting to arrive at the school early the next morning, Fang Yi and Wang Qiluo looked at the still life that Teacher Sun had set up, and smiled bitterly at each other. A side of Voltaire plaster, a transparent glass vase with five different colors of flowers, presumably bought from the market in the morning, and a plate with two or three pieces of toast placed on it near the vase. A glass of red wine was also added to a little red paint, two red apples, three or four pears were still of different varieties, plus a Chinese cabbage, two or three green peppers. The white base cloth is dark red, with a little reflection in the sun. If nothing else, the colors of these things alone are rich enough.

Fang Yi and the two glanced at each other, and then turned their heads to look at the other students, all of them looked up at the students here with a thief smile on their faces, and finally the laughter of the whole classroom rang out.

Wang Qiluo said to Fang Yi: "Don't say anything, let's paint!" ”。

Alas! Fang Yi sighed, what a mistake turned into a thousand years of hatred. Painting with two pieces of paper requires delicate enough brushstrokes, but I didn't expect Mr. Sun to take advantage of the loophole and make such a play for the two of them. Just like Wang Qiluo said, don't say anything, paint, what else can you say!

Wang Qiluo first found the angle he wanted to paint, Fang Yi also put the easel to a place he was satisfied with, and the two of them began to draft separately.

As soon as they started writing, the two of them forgot about Mr. Sun's little Jiujiu in their hearts. Every hour or so, the two of them will stop and take a break to look at each other's paintings, and then discuss what is lacking, or the colors in those places should be more detailed below.

Such a large painting also requires delicate brushstrokes, and there is no other good way to do it but rely on time. The two of them didn't go home at noon, so they fried two side dishes and two bowls of rice in the small restaurant at the door, and after eating, they returned to the art room to continue to complete their respective paintings.

In the evening, Fang Yi left the art room, and today was Zhou Tong's time to paint. Fang Yi couldn't give up his experience because he wanted to paint model paintings for others. Immediately got on the bus and ran towards Shiyi.

Swaggered into Shiyi, and when he arrived at the door of Zhou Tong's studio, he saw that the door had not yet opened, Fang Yi waited for four or five minutes and decided to turn to Tian Yue's classroom to sit down.

Sure enough, Fang Yi just pushed the door open, and for the first time, the glasses woman who sighed that the child is now well nourished smiled at Fang Yi and said, "The little quasi-junior brother is here again?" ”。

"Senior Sister Liu, I haven't seen her for a few days, and I'm a little more beautiful," Fang Yi closed the door casually and said with a smile.

When the glasses girl heard this, she immediately had a smile on her face: "This little junior brother has such a sweet mouth, hurry up and come and sit on the senior sister's side!" After saying that, he pulled a nearby stool and patted it.

Before Fang Yi could sit on the stool, another girl smiled and said, "How do you know that the little junior brother has a sweet mouth, and it is so difficult that you have tasted it?" ”。

Fang Yi didn't hear these words, sat down on the bench in a fart suit, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed out one to everyone who smoked in the classroom, including the glasses girl next to him. Tian Yue is not in the classroom now, I don't know where she went.

"How's it going to be at school these days?" The glasses girl looked at Fang Yi and asked, "Have you gained anything?" ”。

Before Fang Yi could answer, another girl opened her mouth and asked, "Don't run around all day, cultural grades are very important, if your cultural grades are very good, as long as the art is average, you can be ranked."

"There is no problem with my cultural scores, and my usual tests are about 500 points," Fang Yi said. This is the benefit of sweet mouth, these students have a good impression of Fang Yi, on the one hand, Fang Yi is polite, and secondly, Fang Yi is also a handsome young man. The advantages of the two aspects are together, and others at least do not hate them.

The girl smiled and said, "Then I'm really worried in vain, it's good to come to our stone art." After speaking, he said to Fang Yi: "We Shiyi have a conservatory, and from this year onwards, there will be a model class. When the time comes, my sister will help you introduce a beautiful girl to be your girlfriend."

"I have a girlfriend, and she's also beautiful," Fang Yi said quickly after hearing this.

The glasses girl smiled and patted Fang Yi's shoulder and said, "This stupid baby, your senior sister wants to make sure that you don't have a girlfriend, and she will hack you when you enter the school."

The girl pretended to hold her chest and said, "My heart is broken! After saying that, he laughed.

There are at least twenty-one or twelve-year-old people here, and although seventeen-year-old Fang Yi is a tall man, everyone thinks that there is a pistachio in the classroom.

"Which classroom are you going to see today?" I suggest you check out the freshmen, they're sketching, coloring and things like that, and it's going to help you with your art exam," said a boy not far away.

"Brother Xu Jin, I'm here to see Brother Zhou painting now, as long as he's in the studio, I can go and see it," Fang Yi said. At this time, I can't be without the brains to say that freshmen are like that, not worth watching or something.

"Brother Zhou?"

Fang Yi nodded and said, "I'm about the same age as you, medium height." At the end of the corridor on the first floor of the studio, I have seen him paint a few times, and I feel that the painting is really good! ”。

Hearing Fang Yi's words, not only this boy, but even the girl who made fun of Fang Yi was stunned.

The glasses woman asked Fang Yi, "Is it the one with a big forehead and a slightly round face, and the studio is downstairs with the leftmost door facing the studio to the north?" Seeing that Fang Yi nodded, the glasses girl immediately smiled bitterly and said to Fang Yi, "I said junior brother!" You can do it! ”。

"What's wrong?" Fang Yi asked, "Brother Zhou is very familiar with you?" ”。

"That's our teacher! The teacher who taught us the basic course, his name was Zhou Tong, and the others were thirty-two years old," Xu Jin explained with a smile after listening to Fang Yi's words. Zhou Tong is a painter with a certain reputation in the domestic art world, Fang Yi can actually mix into other people's studios, and it seems that he is very familiar.

The girl with glasses looked at Fang Yi and said, "Fang Yi, your ability to do things is really high!" Learning to draw and having the ability to mix like this will at least not have to worry about life in the future. Maybe you can make achievements in the future, your character is really good! ”。

Fang Yi was a little foggy when he heard it, and he didn't mix it up much? It's just cheeky and indiscriminate. As for others laughing at him, Fang Yi didn't hear it. If you want to learn something from others, how can you do it, just like my father said, others are not obliged to teach you, if you want to learn, you have to put down your body. In the past, when apprentices were learning from the teacher, they had to be beaten by the teacher from time to time, what was the point of laughing at this little joke?

Xu Jin said to Fang Yi: "Just go and see Teacher Zhou's paintings, pay attention to maintaining your current character." If you can get acquainted with Teacher Zhou, it will be more convenient for you to take the art exam."

Fang Yi nodded when he heard this, knowing that Xu Jin was telling the truth. Of course, this is based on my own stone art test, and it has nothing to do with the CAFA I want to test.

After chatting with these students, Fang Yi left the studio of his junior year and walked towards Zhou Tong's studio. When you get to the door, you don't have to look to know that the lights inside are on.

As soon as he pushed open the door, Fang Yi said with a smile on his face: "Brother Zhou, I'm bothering you again" Since Zhou Tong didn't break that he was a teacher, Fang Yi also used Brother Zhou's title, so it seemed closer.

"It's coming" Zhou Tong nodded, pointed to the bench not far behind him, and motioned for Fang Yi to sit down. Fang Yi came two or three times, and every time he watched himself draw, he was very attentive, and he looked at it for a few hours, and even went to the toilet in the middle with a trot and trotted back. If nothing else, it is difficult for students of pure art in this school to do this patience.

This is a student who really wants to learn to paint well, Zhou Tong commented on Fang Yi in his heart. As a teacher, of course, I like such a student, so I am ready to test the level of Fang Yi's sketching today to see if this child has talent.

Walking two steps towards the bench, Fang Yi found that Zhou Tong's drawing board had been framed with a piece of paper, and the color of the paper was also painted with light brown in the past.

"What are you drawing today?" Fang Yi sat on the bench, took off his coat, and asked at the same time as a cigarette.

Zhou Tong smiled and said, "You have seen the sketch a few times today." If you're interested, there's paper, an easel, and a pencil, so you can draw your own. Let me see how good your sketching is! ”。

"Okay!" Fang Yi happily finished speaking and started to move his hand. Soon, he put a piece of paper on the drawing board and put it on the easel, and carried the easel next to Zhou Tong.

After setting things up, I realized that I didn't know what to draw now.

Without waiting for Fang Yi to ask, Zhou Tong said: "Draw a bust today, and the model will come over in a while!" ”。 After speaking, Zhou Tong asked Fang Yi a few small questions at school.

"How long have you been learning to draw?" Zhou Tong took a puff of his cigarette and asked Fang Yi casually.

Fang Yi said: "It's been two years" Fang Yi started counting directly from his junior high school, and it was really wicked to draw to his own point in a few months, so it was better to keep a little. However, Fang Yi is not lying, although he stopped to sketch in the middle, the color is not sketched, but he has always carried it.

"Oh!" Zhou Tong couldn't help but feel a little disappointed when he heard this, but he didn't show it on his face. It's only two years before and after, how good this can be painted, there is really no bottom in my heart, what Zhou Tong wants to hear is more than five years!