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Chapter 530 A Craft

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    Fang Yi flipped through these pictures casually. About ten of them were authentic, but almost none of them interested him!  While looking at them, I made some marks on these original paintings. After thinking for a while, I also made some marks on two good imitation paintings. With these marks, Softby's staff will mark these works.  The original work was sent to Fang Yi's home.  .  .  After finishing this, Fang Yi turned off the computer and walked back to his blank easel. He crossed his arms and stared at the blank canvas in front of him in a daze.  It¡¯s not that Fang Yi is thinking about what kind of work he will paint next, nor is it that Fang Yi doesn¡¯t want to think about ideas.  But during this time, Fang Yi felt that he seemed a little tired!  Yes, just tired!  When I think about painting decades of post-classical works, I feel something is wrong.  I have experienced something like this before, that is, when painting classicism, repeating one style for a long time makes people feel tired.  To put it bluntly, behind every goddess, there is a man who makes her want to vomit!  Now postclassicism has begun to become such a goddess for Fang Yi, and Fang Yi himself is running towards the realm of this man.  Although it is not too obvious now, Fang Yi knows that if he doesn't adjust it properly, he may not, but will definitely be entangled in this matter, and his boredom will become deeper and deeper.  Looking at his canvas, Fang Yi couldn't help but sigh, and moved from his easel to the window. After standing for a while, he turned back to the painting cabinet, opened the drawer and found half a pack of cigarettes.  He took one in his mouth and lit it while sucking on it and walked to the window again.  Outside the window, mother-in-law Li Yunmei is holding her second son, and little Fang Nu is running around chasing her round-headed son. Four two-month-old puppies like to get close to Fang Nu.  Chase threw something from his hand.  From time to time, I can still hear my wife Zheng Yuan yelling at Fang Nuo not to mess with the puppies.  Looking at such a scene, Fang Yi's mouth gradually turned upward, with a smile on his face.  Throwing the cigarette butt in his hand, Fang Yi turned his arms, shook his head and walked towards the door of the studio. After exiting the door, he ran directly to the open space where his family was outside.  Zheng Yuan saw Fang Yi appearing here at this time, and it seemed that he was ready to play with his son. As for his second son Mingyang.  Now he is still crying and fussing from time to time, so Fang Yi doesn't come closer.  Walking to her husband¡¯s side, Zheng Yuan knelt down and asked: ¡°What¡¯s wrong? Didn¡¯t I say that I was going to conceive a second work today!¡±.  Fang Yi raised his head, took Zheng Yuan's hand, and the two of them squatted on the ground side by side, watching little Fang Ruo sticking his buttocks out and rolling the glass ball on the ground having fun: "I can't think of anything when I get to the studio.  , the original paintings are all filled up. It will take more than a day to finish!"  Zheng Yuan listened to Fang Yi¡¯s words.  He said casually: "Why don't you draw models, landscapes, etc., to find inspiration!".  As a couple who have been living together, Zheng Yuan still felt some small changes in Fang Yi during this period. Although Fang Yi didn't seem to show it too much, Zheng Yuan still felt it.  What's more, Fang Yi is not very good at hiding his character.  "How about you go on a trip to relax, in case you find any good sources of inspiration during the trip," Zheng Yuan continued.  Fang Yi couldn't help but smile after hearing this, turned around and gently stroked his wife Wei Bian's hair: "Is it so obvious? You can see that I've been a little upset these past two days?".  Zheng Yuan smiled softly after hearing this: "Don't say it was me, even my mother saw it. In the morning, you told me if you had something on your mind!".  "I'm a little upset! I feel like I'm repeating the post-classic style of painting all year round. It seems that I feel a little tired both physically and mentally! It doesn't make any sense." Fang Yi sighed.  He told his wife his thoughts.  Zheng Yuan picked up Fang Yi's hand that was placed next to her ear, held it gently in her own, then looked at Fang Yi's face and said: "Don't be so anxious, so what if you don't think about whether to draw or not? Why is it so long for a year?"  You want to draw two pictures? Why do you need to set a limit for yourself?"  Fang Yi devoted more than half of his free time to painting. He spent the longest time in the studio, and the second longest time was sleeping. As for other things, he spent even more time.  not enough.  After hearing what Zheng Yuan said, Fang Yi couldn't help but be stunned, and then asked himself: "Yes, why do I have to paint two paintings a year! Why can't I paint one!".  "Haha!" Zheng Yuan couldn't help but smile when she saw Fang Yi talking to himself: "You ask me who should I ask?"?When you want to paint, paint. When you don't want to paint, find other things to do. Don't force yourself to follow one path, as this will affect your mood!  ". Fang Yi nodded after listening to Zheng Yuan's words. Before he could say anything to praise his wife, he heard his son speak: "Isn't dad always in the studio from now on?  Then you can play with me all the time?  " "Don't I stay with you every day?  "Fang Yi said to his son with a smile. Fang Yi has had a fixed time to play with his son every day since he was a child, just like he has to tease his second son for a while every day. "Now you don't tell me a story!  "Fang Ruo glanced at his father and said with a little dissatisfaction. The so-called story telling by the little man is not simply reading story books, but the father and son would always have a good fight at this point in the past.  After playing, Fang Yi would often just read a page or two of a storybook, and then Zheng Yuan would fall asleep. After hearing this, Zheng Yuan immediately said to her son, "Don't I read to you every day?  Why can¡¯t my mother read well?  ". Such a villain actually grinned: "Mom knows how to read, and dad knows a lot of fun things!  Like cockfighting or something!  ". "Mom also took you to play games!  "Zheng Yuan felt a little unjust. Why did this boy who had been accompanying his son think that his father knew more things? Fang Yi couldn't help but become happy. The so-called cockfighting was a game played in childhood, with one leg on one leg.  When the body is on the ground, it jumps with one leg touching the ground, and then knocks the opponent down with the knee of the other leg or lands on both legs. Zheng Yuan also knows this game, but Zheng Yuan has always been afraid when playing it.  If you hurt your child, you always give it to him. But Fang Yi adopts a different approach. He always wins more, and then occasionally puts down the water to let his son win a handful and a half. The little man feels very satisfied.  Oh, this kind of interest is certainly more fun than playing games with my mother. "Then I will read to you every night!"  "Fang Yi smiled and promised his son. "Oh!  oh!  "After hearing this, little Fang Tu jumped twice, then opened his little chubby hands to Fang Yi: "Daddy, let's play!"  ". Fang Yi nodded quickly and said: "Okay!  Is there any prize?  ".    "have!  One pill at a time.  The big flower counts as two!  "As soon as Xiao Fangyi heard this, he happily took out the glass ball he had packed in the box and gave Fang Yi a signal. After he signaled, he remembered that his father had no gambling capital. He stretched out his chubby hand and scratched it.  My own head: ¡°But you don¡¯t have glass!  ". "Can you just lend me one?  "Fang Yi looked at the box full of glass balls that he had played with when he was a child. Now it was in his son's hands. It was no longer his. Most of these things were won from his friends when he was in the second grade of elementary school. Now,  He has become the villain in front of him. Instead, he has to borrow money to play games! He couldn't help but sigh in his heart and said to his son: "Borrow one and pay back two."  ,No!  Three more!  ". The little guy has a good mind and started loan sharking directly to his father. "Okay!  "Fang Yi immediately nodded and agreed. At this time, Zheng Yuan could no longer listen to the conversation between the two men. He stood up and walked to his mother's side. The mother and daughter teased the second boy together. " Xiao Fang Ruo listened.  He nodded, and picked the most broken one from the box in his hand. The surface was as bumpy as the surface of the moon, and the black four-petal flower in the middle could not be seen to be black anymore: "This one is  you!  ". Fang Yi didn't care. He took the ball and blew a breath: "Then it begins!  ". In less than twenty minutes, Xiao Fang's face turned bitter. Because after his father became familiar with the skills, his previous sense of the ball came back. Although he lost two games in a row at the beginning, he lost five games in a row.  After paying off the debt, he also won a few coins. Seeing his son's face turn bitter, Fang Yi then lost another round. Now the boy had a smile on his face, and the two of them were lying together like this.  They kept playing with their buttocks, one big and one small, for an hour and a half until it was time to eat. ¡°I¡¯ll let you keep my glass ball!  "When Fang Yi heard the call for dinner, he wanted to put the six glass balls he had won into his son's box. Little Fang Nu immediately said: "Give me two glass balls!  ".    "OK!  "When the father and son asked about the things hanging around, Fang Yi was not interested in arguing, and generously gave his son one-third of the high-insurance storage fee. After eating, Fang Yi returned to his studio as a habit.  After reading for half an hour, I saw my son coming in from the corner of my eye, twisting his body and coming closer to me.Next to his legs, he was lying on his stomach, blinking and looking at the book in his hand.  Suddenly, Fang Yi asked his son: "Ji'er, can dad teach you how to draw?".  "Okay!" The child didn't like drawing. He immediately forgot that he had come to ask his father to go to his room to continue playing with glass balls, and clapped his hands and said happily.  Fang Yi threw the book away and took his son to an easel. He picked up a drawing board with sketch paper and drew on it. Then he held his son with one hand and drew on the sketch paper with the other hand.  I made a line: "This is the most basic line in painting, it is the most basic element of painting. If you master it, you can draw things of different shapes!".  "Is it possible to draw like you, dad!" Fang Tu asked, stretching out his two little arms and hugging his father's neck.  After hearing what his son said, Fang Yi was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said seriously: "Well, as long as you work hard and work hard, one day you will be able to draw as well as me!".  Fang Yi wanted to say in his heart that it was difficult, and he also wanted to tell his son that it was difficult to reach my level, and it was even more impossible to surpass it.  But as a father, when his son looked at him, he couldn't say these words, but changed to a gentle way.  "Rong'er is really my son!" Fang Yi happily said to his wife Zheng Yuan after making his son yawn before putting him on bed and returning to his room.  Zheng Yuan said happily after hearing this: "How fresh, I knew it a few years ago!"  "Ah!" Fang Yi didn't realize that what he said to his wife was a bit inappropriate, so he smiled and said, "I mean, he has a pretty good talent for learning painting!".  In the past, Fang Yi had higher requirements, but seeing that Dean's talent was taken away by Bobby, and that his son's talent is even better, of course it is something to be happy about.  "Then teach with all your heart!" Zheng Yuan heard this and said, "But you may not be able to sit still. Mom said it was like when you were a child. It looked like there was an awl on your butt. As soon as you sat down, you would  It¡¯s going to kill you!¡±  "He will like painting!" Fang Yi said happily: "He was very honest when we were in the studio with me just now!".  "Then you teach him to draw! When little Mingyang grows up, I will see if he is interested in learning music, so that I can pass on my skills," Zheng Yuan said with a smile.  Fang Yi heard this and said: "Let Nu'er learn when you have time. Just like you said it's a craft, you don't need to learn a lot of skills to be exquisite. It's also good to cultivate your sentiment".  Watching Zheng Yuan looking at him with a smile on his face, Fang Yi said in a softer voice: "Well, when the second boy grows up, let him learn cello. If he doesn't learn well, he won't be allowed to eat."  It was then that Fang Yicai remembered that this craft was his wife¡¯s hobby!  In the following days, when little Fang Nu had nothing to do, he went to his father's studio to paint for a while, and every time Fang Yi taught and explained.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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