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Chapter 539 There is a messenger

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    Now there is one more person in Fang Yi's studio, and that is Wang Hongqi's son Wang Hanmo.  Within a few days, Fang Yi started to like this kid.  Because Hanmo is very diligent and not as lazy as Fang Yi originally thought, nor is he slacking off because he has known him since he was a child and his father is still his friend.  Of course, it is impossible to come earlier than Fang Yi in the morning, but before leaving, he will pack his things neatly, and after doing everything he can see in the studio, he will clean it.  He would not go home until he had finished the entire studio, which made Fang Yi nod inwardly.  And the basics of painting are also very good. Lu Qikun laid a solid foundation for this boy. In terms of technique, Yi did not see too much of Lu Qikun, but he clearly saw something of Zhu Zheng.  That is, something that favors oneself.  Fang Yi stood behind the calligraphy, looked at a figure on his canvas and said, "This part needs to be deeper and the brushstrokes more delicate. This is the back of a young girl, not the calloused hands of an old farmer.  You have to express that sense of vitality and warmth, and you have to make people want to touch it with their hands. If you can't feel the original texture of what you draw, you can't!  How can you expect others to see it?"  After hearing what Fang Yi said, Hanmo couldn't help scratching his head, then raised his head and said to Fang Yi: "Teacher, your stuff is a little too difficult! I didn't find it so difficult when I was learning from Teacher Lu and Uncle Zhu before!".  Wang Hanmo has been hanging out with a bunch of people since he was a child. The atmosphere of painting is naturally not comparable to that of ordinary art students.  This thing is born with luck, it can't be bought with money, and although the boy doesn't quite catch Fang Yi's eye.  However, in the eyes of people like Lu Qikun, that position was very good. If it weren't for Lu Qikun, he wouldn't have opened his mouth to help Wang Hongqi and let Fang Yi accept his disciple.  In this situation, Wang Hanmo naturally feels a little proud in his heart. Diligence and pride are sometimes twin brothers. Now Wang Hanmo is placed among children under the age of twenty in China. In terms of painting skills,  Definitely a top-notch level.  "Learn slowly! These things are not something you can see progress in if you follow me for ten days, or ten years." Fang Yi glanced at Wang Hanmo with a smile.  Seeing that there was no strange expression on his face, I couldn't help but praise him in my heart.  "You can draw the following picture by yourself. I will call a model over tomorrow! Qi Kun must have asked you to paint in your own style. Show your own style. This painting goes into depth with what I just said.  Just shovel it off!¡±  Wang Hanmo couldn't help being stunned when he heard it, and asked Fang Yi: "Just shovel it out like this?".  "Why keep it? Is this something worth keeping as a souvenir?" Fang Yi glanced at his apprentice and said firmly: "Shovel it away!".  Seeing Fang Yi turn around to leave his easel, Wang Hanmo couldn't help but ask: "Teacher, I have another question to ask you."  "What's the problem?" Fang Yi stopped.  He turned back to look at Wang Hanmo and asked.  Wang Hanmo said a little embarrassedly: "Teacher Lu never asked me to draw in my own style. I used to think about it by myself, but every time Teacher Lu saw me, he slapped me in the face and scolded me for a long time!  ".  Although Hanmo didn't have any contact with Fang Yi for a few years before Fang Yi came to France, people in his father's circle naturally knew a lot about Fang Yi's story. He knew that not long after Fang Yi came to study stone art, he began to learn from his master Liu Hongshuo.  I developed my own style at the request of others.  Now that I have been painting for more than ten years, I have not tried to explore my own style, which makes Hanmo feel a little embarrassed.  When Fang Yi heard about it, he asked: "Only painting classicism?" He looked at the calligraphy and ink, nodded and asked: "I'm afraid your Uncle Zhu Zheng has taught you this a lot!".  "Well! Uncle Zhu taught a lot about details and techniques. Teacher Lu said that his techniques are now top-notch in classicism among the younger generation in China," Wang Hanmo said honestly.  Fang Yi nodded: "Very good!".  After hearing this, Fang Yi understood more or less what Lu Qikun meant, and also knew that Lu Qikun understood that with Wang Hanmo's talent and level, although it was very good, it would be unfair to say that Xiong inherited Fang Yi's mantle.  You're lucky, what's the point of carrying it forward?  Such a request is a bit ridiculous.  In his heart, Lu Qikun himself is not very sure that he can control post-classicism at this time. He is lucky to hope that Hanmo can express the pure "Yi School post-classicism" at his age. Innovation?  Nowadays, I guess some people think a lot, but there are really few people who are really capable of doing it.  "You start painting first! When you finish painting, I will show you the techniques I used when I was in school!"What Yi Yi is talking about is the so-called silver-blue period works that some critics have classified for themselves. Now this thing should be entry-level according to Wang Hanmo's level.  After saying that, Fang Yi turned around and walked to his easel. When he picked up the brush, he remembered something: "By the way, tomorrow I will mix a few colors of the list on your table, and then stretch out a canvas and a drawing board."  It's ready!" After speaking, Fang Yi pointed at the drawing board he selected.  "Yes! I've written it down, teacher!" Wang Hanmo nodded immediately after hearing this, and then probably because he was afraid that he would forget, he immediately turned around to his painting cabinet, pulled out his own note, wrote it down, and then posted it next to his painting cabinet.  .  Now Fang Yi kind of likes this feeling, and understands why his teacher likes to torment him no matter what, and the old thing Bobile is so easy for Dean to use, and he is willing to protect Dean.  .  Because it¡¯s so cool to have an apprentice at your disposal!  If the canvas is not mounted well, then remount it!  I scolded him for not being good at the base material and then let him go back to it. He was almost like a half-servant, and there were no ordinary servants in the studio. He didn't know anything about it. He only knew how to sweep the floor and so on.  , the little apprentice can do any job, because he has to learn everything and know everything!  As for why you don¡¯t call Xiao Fang Slave.  Is it possible for a young man to be called just a little person?  Besides, this is my grandson, Yu Qin. If something happens to me, I won¡¯t be able to pass that test.  Besides, he is also his biological son, right?  I can't handle it at such a young age, so I can only wait until it's older before handling it!  Fang Yi started painting his own work here. Although he had already dressed up and everything, Fang Yi shamelessly acted as a model for himself, but it was always very inconvenient. It was okay to look in the mirror after putting on the outfit.  If you are riding on horseback wearing a costume.  Then I stand in front of the easel and look in the mirror to draw myself, which is quite difficult.  Fang Yi soon came up with this problem, and also understood that there was a high probability that he would not be able to be a model.  Had to find another way.  Of course, there are many ways to solve the problem. The simplest one is to hire a new model. The model should be similar in stature to Fang Yi, and she should have good features.  He looks handsome, which is in line with Fang Yi's idea of ??a favored person.  Where can I find models?  Of course, let¡¯s go to the Painter Village first.  Nowadays, there are many people in the Painter Village. Anyway, judging from the skin color, they are all black, white, yellow, brown and chocolate. It is regarded as an art holy place by domestic artistic youths!  It should be easy to find someone.  Fang Yi stood in front of the easel, holding his chin and thinking about this matter carefully. After thinking about it, he threw down his brush, then wiped his hands and said to the calligraphy and son in the studio: "Let's take a break.  , I will take you to the Painter Village!"  Fang Tu immediately threw away the pencil in his hand after hearing this.  He cheered loudly: "Oh, oh! Let's go out and play!".  Wang Hanmo looked at his canvas, which he had just painted not long ago.  Although I wanted to continue painting, I felt that it would be more tempting to follow the teacher to the painter's village.  However, Wang Hanmo understood that he did not have the final say on this matter. Now his teacher was the No. 1 teacher in the studio, and his words were edicts to him.  Thinking of this, Wang Hanmo immediately felt at ease: The teacher took him out!  In this way, the three of them left the studio together and arrived at the stable.  When Wang Hanmo was in China, he was often taken to the racecourse by people like Zhu Zheng, so it was not surprising that he could ride a horse.  Fang Yi put his son in front of his saddle, and the three of them and the two horses swayed towards the Painter Village.  Wang Hanmo has never visited Fang Yi properly except for being driven there by his stepmother Kath every day. Now he was fascinated by the scenery on both sides while riding on horseback, and he couldn't help but start looking around.  At this glance, the horse's speed couldn't help but slow down, and Fang Yi had to urge him to speed up a little.  Arriving at the tavern, Fang Yi couldn't sit at the bar anymore, so he found an unoccupied table and sat down.  "Mom boss, just the same!" Fang Yi raised his hand to the lady boss at the bar and gestured.  "Mrs. Boss, it's the same as before!" Fang Yi had just finished speaking when little Fang Nuo's clear childish voice started to ring in the small bar.  Suddenly there was a burst of laughter in the bar.  The landlady started preparing things when she saw Fang Yi coming in. She prepared nuts and beer for Fang Yi, and nuts and juice for Fang Yi and Wang Hanmo.  Putting the things on Fang Yi¡¯s table, the proprietress looked at little Fang Yi and teased him happily: "Have you brought any money? How much can you tip? You shouted so loudly?"  Little Fang Nu, who was kneeling on the bench, scratched his head, then took out a one-dollar bill from his pocket, stretched out his little hand and said to the landlady: "No need to look for it!".    "Thank you!" the lady boss said immediately after accepting the dollar, pretending to be very happy.  Fang Yi looked at the pride on his son's face and couldn't help but laugh. He listened to the boss's wife and his son having fun in his ears. He turned his head and looked at the guests in the bar. From time to time, when he met others' eyes, he looked at them.  People have friendly smiles.  Soon a young man attracted Fang Yi's attention. This young man was very thin and had a strong appearance. His clothes were very artistic, including a vest with many pockets, a dark green thick shirt, pants and feet.  The shoes on his clothes were blocked by the table and Fang Yi couldn't see them. However, judging from the person's expression and sitting posture, his character was probably neither wild nor unruly.  Such characters are common in the painter's village, but generally they are either white or black. Yellow people are generally a bit humble, and what caught Fang Yi's attention was this combination of demeanor and yellow face.  It seemed that this person also felt that Fang Yi was looking at him. He raised his head and met Fang Yi's eyes and couldn't help but be startled.  After seeing Fang Yi smile at him, his face immediately returned to normal, he smiled at Fang Yi and nodded, and then buried his head in the cup in his hand.  The landlady saw Fang Yi's gaze and couldn't help but follow it. When she saw Fang Yi staring at the young man, she couldn't help but smile and introduce in a low voice: "This young man is also from China. I heard others say that he is good at painting."  ! It has been two months since I arrived in the village, and I am now sharing a small room with two Chinese students."  After hearing this, Fang Yi couldn't help but become more interested and looked in the direction of the young man.  Seeing the young man looking at himself again, he couldn't help but stood up and walked towards the table where the young man was sitting.  "Hello!" Fang Yi greeted him directly in Chinese.  "Hello, Mr. Fang!" The young man looked at Fang Yi sitting next to him and nodded to Fang Yi.  When Fang Yi sat down, he realized that this young man was quite interesting. Others here were usually excited when they saw him, but this young man looked at him with calm eyes. He didn't seem to let Fang Yi's name affect him.  .  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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