Chapter 210

What an affectation! What a cabbage! Let's eat poisonous mushrooms!

But this fool's heart and lungs make him infatuated and hard to leave!

"We won't influence you in any decision you make. You make up your own mind. However, Fang Zheng has missed Xu Haodong. You will never meet such a good person in your life. Your future and your love should be integrated, worthy of your own efforts and Xu Haodong's infatuation with you. "

Sincerity is not betrayed, but cherished.

When Fang Zheng was admitted to university, his parents' excessive intervention caused him a lot of regret. Xu Haodong quietly did good things to him, and did not ask him when you would come back, for fear of delaying Fang Zheng. There were so many feelings, mixed with the worry that he might never return. He was so worried and depressed that he was waiting for Fangzheng and Fanzheng to laugh. He took a puff of his cigarette.

"Xiao Bai, do me a favor!"

"Ah? Oh, yes

Xiaobai doesn't know what Fangzheng means.

After listening to these words, he smoked his cigarette, laughed and said a word of help. He didn't say anything else.

What do you mean? What does Fang Zheng mean?

Fang got up and went to rummage. Xiaobai follows in.

in a complete mess make complaints about his habits.

"In fact, Fang Zheng, you have elder brother Xu to ask you to really burn high incense."

Looking at Fang Zheng, he looks like a dog. He has a lot of temperament when he wears a shirt. In fact, he is just like a donkey dung ball.

Jeans, shirts and cashmere sweaters are all stuffed into the wardrobe, and they don't fold. They are entangled in a mess. I think it's easy to lose socks. They're all of the same color. They don't care if their clothes are wrinkled. Their neckties are like potherb mustard, radish, tassel and pickles. The only thing that's neat is two or three suits hanging neatly.

It's estimated that he'll just plug his clothes here and ignore them.

The sheets and pillows are all in it. There's toilet paper in the closet. I left a big bag here. Take out all the clothes and throw them directly on the ground. Xiaobai shakes his head, tut tut. This is a living habit. Just sit on the ground and fold clothes for Fang.

Fang Zheng found what he wanted from the bottom of the wardrobe. Try to pull out. OK, don't worry about clothes, sheets and toilet paper. Pour out all the things in one cupboard. All the suitcases on the cupboard fell off, almost smashing Fangzheng. Fangzheng didn't care about anything. He took out the canvas and unfolded it. Laugh.

"Well, isn't this the dawn valley that we worked together to draw? It's the one that's discarded! "

It's the first morning exposure Valley painting. In the middle of the painting, Xiaobai goes back to his hometown. Fang Zheng attends his sister's wedding. Xu Haodong goes home after drinking too much and is stabbed seriously by two puppies. He protects Fang Zheng's painting to death.

The painting is useless. They did it again.

This canvas stained with Xu Haodong's blood was put away by Fang Zheng. He still has it? It's almost two years, isn't it?

"Help me finish this painting!"

Fang Zheng looks at the middle of the place where the blood has turned black and red. It's Xu Haodong's blood on it.

"Crazy, you! We've been painting this picture for three months. Now keep drawing? Finished? I'll spend the new year with you? You and I are brothers, not lovers. My husband hasn't killed you yet! "

Stay here for three months? The Lantern Festival is over!

"So many words, hurry up!"

"I'm doing everything for my brother. I don't even want my boyfriend for you."

Xiaobai sighed, and Fangzheng's eyes turned red with excitement. It doesn't seem to be able to dispel Fang's enthusiasm.

He had to go to the studio and prepare all kinds of paint tools for painting. Fang Zheng put the canvas on the sofa in the living room. The painting was very big and long. It was too big to use. The general easel could not be used. Fang Zheng moved the sofa away and it was a clean wall.

Xiao Bai is really a good friend of Fang Zheng for many years. When he knew what Fang Zheng meant, he immediately began to put stickers on the wall, so that even if there were uneven small potholes on the wall, it would not affect the painting.

You pull one end, I pull one end, one by one, unfold the canvas, flatten it, nail it on the wall, tightly nail the canvas up, down, left and right, and then stand far away to have a look, "cut off the first third of our painting, and cut off the place where we didn't draw, leaving only this bloody place."

At the beginning, only one-third of them were drawn, but they didn't get to the point. Most of them were landscapes, and there were some small demons. In the middle of the place should be a water demon, but now it has become a spray like drop by drop, and there is a thick dry trace left by blood.

"And then stick it on the side with oil painting cloth to make a strict word, sew it up like a whole canvas."

"Do you want to keep the blood left by brother Xu?"

"Yes, every drop of blood must be left."

Fortunately, they didn't get to the point. The place of water demon is the point. What this place wants is to highlight the water demon, so the background is very empty, which is easier to do.After discussing where to start and finding the position, Fang Zheng rowed down with a sharp knife from top to bottom, cutting off the left and right sides, as long as the middle position.

Xiao Bai has always admired Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng is very talented. A piece of discarded oil painting cloth, messy and irregular bloodstains, the color after the blood dries up is very ugly, black and red in the black. It's not easy to adjust the color, and it's not easy to repaint.

They are oil painters, and they have also played splash painting, which is just for fun.

But for such a piece of dirty blood, there are black blood spots everywhere, there are traces of blood after wiping, and there is a very heavy blood spot, which is a little difficult to start with.

It's like proposition writing. With these conditions, we should use all the conditions, be outstanding, and turn these so-called shortcomings into advantages and highlights.

Xiaobai felt that he had to ponder for a few days, but Fangzheng's action was fast and there was no pause.

After cutting off the unused ones and leaving only the place where he wanted to have all the blood dried up, he ordered another canvas on the wall, pasted the bloody one on the wall and put away the rough edges, so that no one could see that it was two canvas.

Then he began to base, brush glue, brush base. polish. Do the preparatory work of early painting.

The two of them are busy with the preparation steps that can only be completed in two or three days.

In general, realistic oil painting should be prepared at least one week in advance.

It takes three or two days to brush the bottom and glue.

Brush the bottom more than ten times. Dry a layer, polish, and then continue to brush the bottom.

The two of them were busy together, blowing with a small dryer to speed up the drying.

That's all they had to do until dawn. When a satisfactory canvas comes out, it will be half of the success, at least one-third of the success, and then there will be no need for Xiaobai to do it.

Xiaobai looks at what kind of glue Fang Zheng has brought out, and what kind of materials he uses to brush the floor. They are all expensive things. Fang Zheng really has goods in his hand.

Good glue and good brush bottom can ensure no cracking for 50 or 60 years.

Stretch up the canvas. It's daybreak.

Fang Zheng gives Xiaobai the map of the school.

"Important scenic spots, I've marked out the way for you." There are also student cards, dining cards. All for Xiaobai.

"The library restaurant swipes my card to get in. I'm going to shut up these days. I can't accompany you around. Play by yourself. I don't sleep these two days. If you're tired, just rest in my bed. "Then I'm going to turn off my mobile phone. When I think about it, I'll call Fang Cong immediately.

"Sister, if I want to draw, I won't go to your side for the festival. I can't call Xiaobai here. You ask my brother-in-law to pick him up. "

Without waiting for Fang Cong to say anything, he hung up.

"Go on holiday with my sister. I won't take care of you. "

The phone is off. Smoke two cigarettes, take a deep breath, stand beside the easel, and instantly put in.

Xiaobai sits aside and starts to watch Fang Zheng draw.

He never envies why Fang Zheng can be admitted to the Royal Academy of art, nor does he envy that Fang Zheng is more famous than him. Fang Zheng really deserves his reputation.

Few people can match his passion and concentration for painting.

Especially after the guidance of experts and professors in the Research Institute, his painting method is more proficient and his technology is better.

He doesn't need to draft. It seems that he already has it in his mind. He just needs to draw what he thinks. Once he puts in, he just doesn't hear what happens outside the window. He keeps a high degree of concentration and enthusiasm. He only focuses on one thing and draws.

Xiaobai looked for a long time, got close to him to study, Fang Zheng continued to draw without strabismus.

After watching him for a long time, Xiaobai was bored and said, "I'll go out to your school to have a look.". Taking a backpack and wearing a scarf, he went out. Some parts of the art research institute are open to the outside world. Xiaobai and Fangzheng's pass card allow him to have an unimpeded tour and a deep tour. It's a pleasure to visit the works left by the painters in the art department over the years. Fang Zheng's paintings are still in the exhibition hall. Xiaobai is very proud. Look, my brother's paintings are so awesome!

Fang Zheng doesn't know how to cook. Jiang Xiaobai only knows how to cook instant noodles. They are half of the painting world. Do they eat instant noodles for Christmas? It's too hard.

Jiang Xiaobai walked around several streets, bought some bread and hamburgers, and went back with black coffee. When he left, Fang Zheng was painting. When he came back from a long walk, Fang Zheng was still painting there, but he had been standing for a long time and became sitting.

Put the black coffee in Fangzheng's hand.

"Eat something and go on?"

"Not hungry."

Fang Zheng poured a cup of black coffee. He was full of energy and concentration.

Xiaobai chews a hamburger and goes to his studio to look through the notes. As long as Fang Zheng's study notes and the books given by the teacher, he will send one to Xiaobai. Some of them are packed and ready to be given to Xiaobai for Christmas. Xiaobai will sit reading, lie reading and lie down. He can toss 720 degrees, Fang Zheng is still painting too carefully.Author gossip I this book is published exclusively by Liancheng reading, please do not reprint!