Chapter 102

Fang Zheng extended his hand to Jiang Xiaobai.

"My hands are peeling!"

"It has nothing to do with washing dishes!"

"It matters a lot."

Xu Haodong cut in.

"If his hands are peeling, the detergent will hurt them. If he has a small crack in his hand. You can't draw. "

"I'm also a painter, brother Xu. My hands are also very important!"

"Then let your boyfriend treasure you."

Jiang Xiaobai was about to have enough to eat. Listening to Fang Zheng, he picked up the rice basin and pressed a bowl of rice.

"Eat poor you!"

Today's dishwasher is Jiang Xiaobai.

Ning Xue is smiling, a little envious of Jiang Xiaobai's friendship with Fang Zheng.

He is too sharp, and his classmates are not very good with him at the same time. He also thinks highly of himself and has little contact with his classmates.

Jiang Xiao Bai and Fang Fang make complaints about each other. When they argue with each other, they are childish like children, who can quarrel for the last piece of pork, and also make a Tucao for a gossip. Good friend.

I found that Xu Haodong had a little bit of the meaning of "small and low". Xiaobai and Fangzheng are making fun of each other. Xu Haodong looks at them and laughs while he doesn't make much noise. As soon as Fang Zheng's chin was raised, Xu Haodong put the meat and bone into the bowl and gave the meat to Fang Zheng. He chewed the bone himself. A shrimp peel is a bowl, Fang fight to eat the rest of a few he was eating.

Take the paper towel and the water.

After dinner, Jiang Xiaobai and Fang argue about who to wash the dishes for. They argue so much that it's hard to tell the difference between them. So they just try to guess. Fang lost the fight.

Fang Zheng clenched his teeth and clenched his fist, looking at Jiang Xiaobai's arrogant laughter.

"Xu Haodong, wash the dishes!"

"Bah, you call brother Xu! Washing a bowl can kill you! "

River Xiao Bai Tucao make complaints about it.

"I'm not tired to death, but I love him to death!"

Fang Zheng is very proud, I have a boyfriend to pet!

Ah, Pooh!

Xiaobai strongly despises him.

With a smile, Xu Haodong put the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen and began to do the dishes and housework.

"Elder martial brother Fang, can I see your paintings, your studio?"

Jiangxiaobai and Fangzheng look at each other, coming!

"I'll wind up my boyfriend!"

Jiang Xiaobai went to one side and began to play with his mobile phone. The recording mode is turned on. Xu Haodong secretly gives Jiang Xiaobai a thumbs up.

"Well, I just finished a dead leaf butterfly some time ago, and I have painted more than half of the new one."

Fang Zheng suddenly lowered his voice.

"You two can see it, but keep it a secret. The dead leaf butterfly is my birthday present to him. You don't want to tell him that I'm very tight. "

"See, your elder martial brother Fang is still sultry."

Xiaobai teases, Fang Zheng stares at him and goes upstairs to the studio.

The painting on the easel is very large and can be three meters long. It is rich in content and fresh in color. It is especially lovely for the grass with dewdrops and red mushrooms.

There are mountains, waterfalls, birds in the sky, rainbows, fish leaping and sparkling. Although the sun can not be seen, there is a flash of sunshine on the water surface. You can feel the sunshine when you see it. It's a fresh valley after rain. On a small mushroom with dewdrops and water drops, a butterfly with wet wings is drying its wings on the mushroom.

Tang run went to see the half finished painting. Fang Zheng paid special attention to the details. How much detail is there? The lines on the butterfly's wings are very clear. There is a drop of dew hanging on the mushroom umbrella cover. It seems that it hasn't fallen. There is a feeling that you can touch this painting and the dew will fall off. It's so realistic. It's not a painting, it's like this picture is in front of you.

"Oh, it's so beautiful. I want to take a photo as a souvenir and send it to the Internet to show off for you! Fang Da's gift of love

Xiaobai snapped. All the details came out.

In case this kid imitates plagiarism, there are photos to prove it.

Ning Xue had to admire Fang Zheng's tactics and skills.

Fang Zheng took out one of several paintings in the corner, which had been wrapped up, with the dead leaf butterfly written outside.

As soon as Xu Haodong saw that Fangzheng was packed, he would not move casually. He was afraid of chaos, and he was also afraid that he would damage it carelessly. Fangzheng knew Xu Haodong's idea, so he took advantage of it. Instead of specialization, he finished painting and put it aside.

Close the door, open the package and put it on the easel.

The flying butterfly is not a gorgeous butterfly. It's yellowish brown. Each butterfly is different. The Yellow wing has a brown pattern, and the brown butterfly has a leaf texture. If you look at it carefully, you really think it's a leaf, but it's a flying butterfly. The butterfly looks like it's flying around. It cleverly blocks one eye, and the right half of the face is smiling all the time The most ingenious thing is that a butterfly flies over the sensitive part. The tentacles of the butterfly are black and curved. I don't know that the hair of the butterfly's body is exposed, which adds a bit of * *. The mouth of the jeans is not buttoned up, and the butterfly is lying freely Brilliant smile, showing a good figure, showing a man sexy.Ming Ming's color is a little gray and dark, but this smile does not make the whole painting feel a little depressed. On the contrary, it makes people laugh together.

The skin is slightly illuminated by the sun, and the healthy light brown complexion of these butterflies is in contrast.

Even if you can't see the whole face of the man clearly, the exposed part can also know how handsome the man is. How good the figure is, how happy it was.

"How beautiful

The embellishment of butterflies is also very beautiful. Count the butterflies above. There are hundreds of them, each with different postures, different colors and different shades.

Ning Xue knows why Fang Zheng is known as the leader of the new generation of painters. His paintings, his colors and his composition are all first-class.

This is a really talented person.

The appeal is very strong. It makes people laugh and forget their troubles as soon as they see this painting.

Relax and laugh freely.

Fang Zhengzhen is a master painter with good technique, good painting skills, rendering skills and feelings.

It's amazing at first sight, and I admire it when I watch it carefully.

"I spent a lot of time on this painting, and it took me a long time to mix these pigments. There are ninety-nine butterflies here, and I changed ten colors. I think the color is good when I draw one on the paper. I'm still worried when I look at the structure in the picture above and the color in the picture below. He is taking care of his aunt in the hospital. I want to finish the painting before he goes home. I didn't go anywhere for a week, so I drew this painting. It's OK. It's good. "

Fang Zheng said hard, but his mouth was smiling. Although he didn't eat or sleep that week, the result was very good. Looking at this painting, Fang Zheng was very satisfied.

Jiang Xiaobai studied for more than an hour. Constantly issued tut Tut, cow cow praise.

Ning Xue also looks back and forth between the two paintings. It's amazing. Admiration, envy.

Fang Zheng's teacher is also Ning Xue's teacher. The teacher said that although Fang Zheng didn't go to art school, he was a monk on the way. However, Fang Zheng has talent, good foundation, and special efforts in the later stage. His painters are the best and belong to his grandparents.

After teaching so many students, Xiaobai can draw the beautiful side of his paintings. In his paintings, he can feel all kinds of beautiful landscapes. Fang Zheng is more courageous and full of emotion. For a person who looks so pale, his paintings are particularly explosive.

Ning Xue has studied painting since he was a child. Although he has not graduated yet, he has been painting for more than ten years. Theoretically speaking, he should be as good as Fang Zheng. But if we really want to make a comparison, Fang Zheng is better than them.

During the exhibition, many teachers praised Fang Zheng. They always thought that it was a little exaggeration. After seeing his words intuitively, they found that he deserved it.

The color of the butterfly is just like natural. Let's put it this way. How real is it? Those butterflies can fly out of the same, they think it is a specimen of butterflies.

If Fang Zheng manages a lot, hypes well and has strength, he will become a great master. He will have more reputation than his elder brother nimbo! Status earned by strength.

"Fang Zheng, do you want to draw a shadow here?"

Jiang Xiaobai began to argue with Fang.

"The shadow of the mushroom family, according to your painting, I'll cut it into the same one for you."

According to Fang Zhenghua's mushroom family, cut it out on white paper and put it in the sun to let it shine.

"You see, the shadow is very lovely. Since you have the reflection of the lake, it proves that the sun is good, and the mushroom also needs a shadow."

Ning Xue leaned back and didn't talk. He began to see Jiang Xiaobai and Fang Zheng.

The dialogue between experts, details also grow knowledge.

Fang Zheng took out the photo, mixed the pigment of the shadow, and soon added a small shadow to the painting, which was more lovely.

Watching, learning, rather learning without saying a word, has been observing, the more I look, the more I admire them.

They can argue over a small detail, then do experiments, draw on paper, try to persuade each other, or be convinced by each other.

Strive for perfection and make the painting more perfect.

This spirit and attitude is enough for the younger generation to learn.

I admire you. I really admire you from the bottom of my heart.

After Jiang Xiaobai's stomach once again conquered the academic world, when he was hungry, he said nothing. Fang zhengdu suspected that he gave others more lunch than anyone else, but he was hungry faster than anyone else.

I hate it very much.

"Forget it, please drink milk tea."

"I want to eat small pancakes. Your small pancakes are delicious."

Then he pushed Ning Xue out.

"Take a walk, please eat Tengyun town characteristics."

This afternoon, I have been discussing painting at home. I want to have leisure in Tengyun town.

After entering the teahouse, Xu Haodong came around from behind, carrying a big brass kettle to fill the thermos. Some guests called for a pot of crystal sugar chrysanthemum tea, while Xu Haodong called for a pot of crystal sugar chrysanthemum tea. He grabbed a handful of chrysanthemums, put a few crystal sugar, brewed a pot and served it.

Ning Xuedong can't accept it. Is Xu Haodong a runner?Author gossip: this book is published exclusively by Liancheng reading, please do not reprint!