Chapter 134

"Fang Zheng, I heard that you are a great painter, especially a great painter. I heard that there is such a long line to ask for your signature."

Fang Zheng's back is against the wall, a little at a loss.

"Fans love me."

"What? Don't care what you're carrying. You can sign for me, too. Or you can just draw something for us. "

Fang Zheng can't respond. What do you mean?

"We'll pass it on as heirlooms."

My aunt is a little excited.

"Hundreds of years later, I went on the treasure appraisal program and identified millions of them. My great grandson's grandson became rich."

Fang Zheng is a little sad. If he was so talented, he would struggle to become a famous oil painter in his lifetime, but after his death, someone would continue to hype.

"I'll get you a picture book. Sign your name. "

She gave her neighbors more than a dozen picture albums, and then went to the teahouse. Right at the gate of the teahouse, Xu's mother was packing photos with Xiaoyan's school books. She went on to say that Xu's mother's travels in the capital, and the art museum's fine collection of paintings, there are facts and truths. Let's have a look at the photos.

Fang Zheng covered his face with one hand and left quickly.

It's a shame.

He is now a popular figure in Tengyun town.

Let's put it this way. Xu Haodong didn't have soy sauce for cooking. He went to the supermarket to buy soy sauce and told his boss to give me a bottle of soy sauce.

The boss pulled a piece of paper from the calendar book, put it in front of Fang Zheng, and drew a picture for me, signed it. Such a big painter, his paintings have entered the Forbidden City, and we are very happy.

Are Fang Zheng's eyes full? Who said it was in the Forbidden City? All the paintings in the Forbidden City are national treasures. It's not an inch's price, OK?

Well, well, I'd like to borrow your lucky words. When I die, my paintings will also enter the Forbidden City.

It's hard to be a celebrity, especially when it's small.

Xu Haodong, the bad things he did can be passed down as a family joke.

Fang Zheng, his deeds can also serve as an incentive for the children and grandchildren of Tengyun town to work hard. Inspiring to promote the Tengyun town painting style.

What can I do?

Fang Zheng is also helpless about this.

For a week or so, Fang Zheng didn't dare to go out and asked him to draw and sign.

A week later, Fang argued that he could not go out. Xu Haodong's birthday arrived.

Xu Haodong said frankly that he wanted nothing but Fang Zheng's naked paintings.

It's no use making less cakes, birthday songs or buying gifts. Naked painting, one shot.

It's better to be one-to-one, just to compete with Fang.

One on the front, one on the back.

And then they hang it on the wall of their house.

When looking at nude paintings, we should not use the eyes of pornography, but the eyes of art. What we appreciate is the lines, temperament, charm, eyes, expression, the magic of creation, the worship of Goddess Nuwa. It is a transcendent and refined appreciation way to get rid of vulgar taste, freedom and purification of body and mind.

"Don't be tough if you have the ability!"

Don't deal with these useless empty words. If you have the ability, don't be hard. Who is the one who comes out of my bath in my pajamas?

It's just like the purification of the soul. In fact, I'm a common man with only one mind. "I still need to exercise. I need a little bit of transcendence to achieve a pure mind. Now I'm not out of vulgar taste. When I get to a certain level of cultivation, I will definitely be a person who has contributed to the society, has thought, connotation, determination and... "

Fang Zheng is too lazy to listen. He blows too much.

Listening to him, it's like King Zhou doesn't like wine and meat, and he likes hard work.

"I'll make you a meal, you see..."

Xu Haodong went back to his room to collect his things, but he didn't wait for Fang to finish.

"What are you doing?"

"My birthday is my memorial day. It's a wonderful day. If you don't want to live with me, just say, don't be attached to Pan Jinlian. Anyway, I still want to live."

make complaints about being unable to say that I made a meal for you.

"Shall I draw you a picture of us together?"

"Yes. But if you don't wear clothes, I'll have to. Do you want to draw? I really ran away from home. When I'm gone, please kneel down and beg me, I can't throw it back! "

Fang Zhengyi glared.

"I gave you face?"

"If you can beat me to death, if you can't beat me to death, I will!"

Fang Zheng clenched his teeth and lit Xu Haodong's nose. Xu Haodong raised his chin and looked as if he were dead.

Fang Zheng really can't do anything about him. Hit him? I can't do it! Scold him? What are you yelling at?

Step on your feet, isn't it yourself?

"Painting!"

What's the matter.

Xu Haodong was so excited that he was driven out of the house by Fang Zheng."Daughter in law, I'll wait for you!"

Xu Wudong roared happily.

He drove Xu Haodong out of the house, went to see the decoration, went to the teahouse and said storytelling. Don't come back until then.

Then I closed the windows and doors. I'm not afraid that Xu Haodong will sneak back. I'm still locked inside. Pull up the curtains and make the room dark. It's like doing something bad.

I went to the city and bought four side mirrors. The front, back, left and right are well placed.

Fang Zheng takes a deep breath. Who makes me like him and love him?

Fang Zheng has never been so narcissistic.

Put on the camera, take off the clothes, then stare at himself in the mirror, spread black cloth on the chair, and he sits on it.

The simplest white and black, can have the most attractive.

The camera took a lot of photos in succession, and Fang spent more than half an hour to pose.

Always feel who is looking at him, Fang Zheng quickly dressed, also feel ridiculous.

When I was studying painting. Body drawing is very basic. In their eyes, models are like fruits on the table. There is no gender difference between men and women, old and young.

They also buy a mirror and draw themselves.

Girls are more fun. After painting, they complain that my back is so thick. I decorate it a little. I trim off 20 jin of meat. Boys are all, I drew six abdominal muscles for myself!

He shouldn't draw for himself with any eyes. He should use Xu Haodong's words to be a person who breaks away from the vulgar taste!

Cut! How many days have you just had enough rice? Are you going to break away from the bad taste?

Isn't that painting? Why are you sneaking around? It's like doing something bad.

Their parents agreed, their family supported, and their wedding rings were all on. If they hadn't been busy, they would have been busy.

But as a gift, keep it a little mysterious.

Xu Haodong tried to push the door. He couldn't open it. He turned over the wall and went in. The door of the living room was still locked. He couldn't look inside. In the living room, the curtains of the upstairs windows were tight.

Xu Haodong really regrets that he didn't install the camera in advance.

He picked up a brick and tried to break the glass and break in.

Thinking about the consequences, Fang Zhengyi kicked him out of the door and fell heavily on the ground.

Or he pries the glass open, opens the door lock, goes up secretly, does not want to shoot, lies prone on the studio glass window to look in, saw Fang Zheng stripped himself to draw himself, then is discovered, kicks him from the window, falls heavily on the ground.

Or, he can step on the ladder to the second floor and peep through the curtain. Fang Zheng finds him, overturns his ladder and falls to the ground.

It seems that falling to the ground is the inevitable result.

It's his birthday. It's not his death day. He can't break his arms and legs. Fang Zheng has seldom hit him. He can't kill himself. Let's find a fight.

So just bear with it? Waiting for the day the gift came out?

But I'm itching.

I was wandering outside the yard, thinking of some way to sneak in and see my daughter-in-law strip herself and paint herself. Besides invisibility, there seemed to be no good way.

The cell phone rings.

"What are you doing outside the yard?"

Xu Haodong suddenly looks up and sees Fang Zheng on the second floor. He opens the curtain and stares at him.

Xu Haodong quickly a smile, in the heart said a sentence is good, did not kill the random operation. Fang Zheng's vigilance [is].

"Don't I see someone selling jelly? I bought you a dish with more pepper. I want to give it to you, but the door is closed. "

"Yes? What about the jelly? "

Xu Haodong looked down and his hands were empty.

"Forget the store."

"Get out of here and see the shop. I won't let you come back. Don't come back. When you come back, you can go back to your mother's house without cold powder! "

Fang Zheng snorted and pulled down the curtain.

I always felt that someone was looking at him. After taking photos, I opened the curtain and saw that Xu Haodong was wandering downstairs. I knew that this bastard would never give up a chance to peep.

What do you say to break away from vulgar taste? Bah, he has fallen to a lower level than vulgar taste, and has learned to peep. I learned to lie!

Xu Haodong screams and is driven out again. Now I don't dare to fool around any more, and I don't have time. Today, the old man who peddles cold noodles along the street didn't sell it. He went all the way to his home to buy cold noodles.

Sweet potato noodles cold powder, sprinkle with oil, sprinkle with chili, minced garlic and peanuts, super delicious!

Looking at Fang Zheng, who enjoyed eating powder, Xu Haodong moved forward ^ "my birthday will be the day after tomorrow."

Fang Zheng glanced at him and put a peanut in his mouth.

"In time."

"Stay up late again?"

"Yes! So, you are forbidden to visit! Go to bed when it's time. Don't go to my studio. You have to be good. "Fang Zheng does what he says. If you don't want to visit, lock the door. Draw the curtains.

After dinner and a bath, Fang Zheng was ready to close the door.

Xu Haodong turned his eyes.

"I'll wash you some fruit and get you something to eat."

"I'm going to eat cakes. I'm not going to eat bread."

Fang Zheng asked to put a little meat stuffing on the pancake, which is delicious.

Xu Haodong went to make cakes. He not only made this kind of cakes, but also made sugar cakes. The thin layer was sweet and sweet.

Fang Zheng couldn't help but put down his pen and went to eat. Xu Haodong pretended to clean up the studio and pasted a piece of transparent tape on the door lock!