This matter, I have the final say

How hypocritical, what a small cabbage, eat poisonous mushrooms!

But it's just this fool's heart and soul that makes him nostalgic and obsessed!

"We won't influence you in whatever decision you make, you make up your own mind, but, Fang Zheng, if you miss Xu Haodong in your life, you will never meet such a person who treats you wholeheartedly. Your future and you You have to blend together your love, be worthy of your own hard work, and be worthy of Xu Haodong's infatuation with you."

Sincerity is not to be disappointed, it is to be cherished.

When Fang Zheng was taking the college entrance examination, his parents' over-intervention caused him a lot of regrets. Xu Haodong silently did good things for him, and never asked him when you would come back, for fear of delaying Fang Zheng.There are so many emotions, and the joy is mixed with the worry that maybe they will never look back. He just waited for Fang Zheng and Fan Zheng to laugh out of anxiety and depression.He took a deep drag on his cigarette.

"Little Bai, do me a favor!"

"Huh? Oh, good!"

Xiaobai didn't know what Fang Zheng meant.

After hearing these words, he finished smoking his cigarette, smiled, and said a favor, and didn't say anything else.

What do you mean?What does Fang Zheng mean?

Fang Zheng got up to rummage through the boxes.Xiaobai followed in.

Fang Zheng's living habits are so messed up that Xiaobai couldn't help complaining about him.

"Actually, Fang Zheng, you have big brother Xu wanting you, it really burns your nose."

Looking at Fang Zhengren's dog-like appearance, he looks very elegant in casual shirts, but in fact, he looks like a ball of donkey dung, shiny on the outside.

Jeans, shirts, and cashmere sweaters were stuffed into the closet without folding them, and they were inextricably entangled in a mess.There is one here and one here, I guess I know it is easy to lose socks, so they are all the same color, the clothes are all wrinkled, and the tie is wrinkled like a mustard radish and pickle.The only thing that is tidy is two or three suits hanging neatly.

It is estimated that he just stuffed the clothes here after washing them, and then he didn't care.

The sheets and pillows were also thrown in there.Why is there toilet paper in the closet?A big bag is left here.After taking out all the clothes and throwing them on the ground, Xiaobai shook his head, tsk tsk tsk, this living habit, why not just sit on the ground and fold the clothes for Fang.

Fang Zheng found what he wanted from the bottom of the closet.Pull it out vigorously, okay, let's pour out all the things in a cabinet, regardless of clothes, sheets, and toilet paper.The suitcases on the cabinet all fell off together, and Fang Zheng was almost smashed on the head. Fang Zheng didn't care about anything, so he took out the canvas and unfolded it.Laugh out.

"Hey, isn't this the Valley of Dawn we painted together? It's the abolished one!"

It was the first painting of Morning Exposure Valley. Halfway through the painting, Xiaobai went back to his hometown. Fang Zheng attended his sister's wedding.

The painting was scrapped, and the two of them repainted it.

Fang Zheng put away the canvas stained with Xu Haodong's blood.Does he still keep it?It's been almost two years, right?

"You help me finish this painting!"

Fang Zheng looked at the blood spot in the middle that had turned black and red. This was Xu Haodong's blood stained on it.

"Crazy, you! The two of us have been painting this painting for three months. Continue to paint now? Finish? Will I spend Chinese New Year with you? Are you and I buddies, not lovers, and the guy in my family didn't beat you to death! "

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

"So many words, hurry up!"

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

Xiao Bai sighed, Fang Zheng was so excited that his eyes turned red.It seems that Fang Zheng's enthusiasm cannot be dispelled.

I had no choice but to resign myself to the studio and prepare all kinds of tools and paints for painting, big brushes and small paint palettes to put this canvas on the sofa in the living room. This painting is already very big and long, exceeding the normal size There are too many, and ordinary easels cannot be used. Fang Zheng moved the sofa away, and there was a clean wall.

Xiaobai really deserves to be Fang Zheng's friend for many years. Knowing Fang Zheng's meaning, he immediately started to put stickers on the wall, so that even if there are uneven small potholes on the wall, it can be flattened and will not affect the painting.

You pull one end, I pull the other end, unfold the canvas one by one, and hang it on the wall with nails, tightly fasten the canvas with small nails, Fang Zheng stood far away and looked at it , "Cut off the first third of what we drew, and also cut off the undrawn part of the line, leaving only this bloody place."

—At the beginning, I only painted one-third of the painting, and I didn’t get into the main topic. Most of it was the scenery, and there were some little demons.The place in the middle should have been a nixe, but now it's a spray of drips, and there's a dry trail left by a thick patch of blood.

"Then paste it with oil canvas next to it, and make it into a piece of canvas that is tightly seamed like a whole."

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

"Yes, every trace of blood must be left behind."

Fortunately, they didn't draw the main theme. The place of the water demon is the main theme. This place needs to stand out, highlighting the water demon, so the background and the like are all empty, which is easier to handle.

Discussing where to start and finding the location, Fang Zheng took a sharp knife and scratched from top to bottom, cutting off the left and right sides, only the middle.

Xiaobai has always admired Fang Zheng, Fang Zheng is really talented, a piece of discarded oil canvas, messy and irregular blood stains, the color of this blood after drying is quite ugly, black, black with red inside.The color is not easy to adjust, and it is not easy to repaint.

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

But for such a piece of blood that has been dirty and blackened, there are blood spots everywhere, there are traces of blood after smearing, and there is a heavy piece of blood, it is a bit hard to start.

This is like a propositional composition. As far as these conditions are concerned, all the conditions must be used, and it must be excellent, and these so-called shortcomings should be turned into bright spots.

Xiaobai felt that he had to ponder for a few days, but Fang Zheng moved very quickly without any pause.

Cut off the unused ones, leaving only the places he wanted where the blood had dried up, and then he ordered another piece of canvas on the wall, and pasted the blood-stained piece on it. People can see that these are two canvases.

Then he started priming, applying glue, and applying primer.polished.Do pre-painting preparations.

The two of them were busy with the preparation steps that could be completed in two or three days.

In general, to paint realistic oil paintings, the canvas should be prepared at least one week in advance.

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

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

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

With this preparation, the two of them were busy until dawn.When a canvas that suits your heart comes out, it will be half of the success, less to say one third, and Xiaobai will not need to do it next.

Xiaobai sees what Fang Zheng brought out for cleaning glue and floor cleaning materials, they are all extremely expensive things, Fang Zheng really has something in his hand.

Good glue and a good brushed bottom can guarantee that it will not crack for five to sixty years.

Stretch the canvas, it's daylight.

Fang Zheng handed over the school map to Xiaobai.

"I've marked the important attractions for you wherever you go." There are also student cards and cards for eating in restaurants.Give it all to Xiaobai.

"You can enter the library cafeteria by swiping my card. I'm going to retreat for a few days, so I can't accompany you around. You can play by yourself. I haven't slept in the past two days. If you are tired, just rest on my bed. "As he said that, he was about to turn off his phone, and when he remembered, he quickly called Fang Cong.

"Sister, I won't go to your place for the festival if I want to paint. I can't greet Xiaobai here, so you ask my brother-in-law to come and pick up Xiaobai."

Before Fang Cong could say anything, he hung up the phone.

"Go to the festival with my sister. I won't greet you anymore."

Phone off.He smoked two cigarettes, took a deep breath, stood beside the easel, and fell into it instantly.

Xiaobai sat aside and began to watch Fang Zheng draw.

He never envied why Fang Zheng was admitted to the Royal Academy of Arts, nor was he jealous that Fang Zheng was more famous than him, Fang Zheng deserved his name.

His passion for painting, as well as his dedication, few people can match.

Especially after being taught by the experts and professors of the research institute, his painting method is more proficient and his technique is better.

There is no need to make a draft, it seems that he already has it in his mind, as long as he draws what he thinks in his mind, once he puts it in, he just keeps his ears closed and keeps a high degree of concentration and enthusiasm, focusing on only one thing, draw.

Xiaobai looked at it for a long time, then leaned over to him to study, Fang Zheng continued to draw without squinting.

After watching him for a long time, Xiaobai became bored, and said, I will go out to your school for a while.He took his backpack and put on a scarf and went out. Some places of the Academy of Arts are open to the outside world. Xiaobai and Fang Zheng's pass card can play around unimpeded and in-depth.It is an enjoyment to visit the works left by the painters of the Fine Arts Department over the years.Fang Zheng's paintings are still in the exhibition hall. Xiaobai puffed out his chest, feeling a sense of pride. Look, my buddy's paintings are so awesome!

Someone like Fang Zheng can't cook, and Jiang Xiaobai can only cook instant noodles. The two of them are half of the painting world, and they eat instant noodles on 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 drawing. There was length and became sitting down.

Put the black coffee in Fang Zheng's hand.

"Eat something and continue?"

"Not hungry."

Fang Zheng drank a cup of black coffee, full of energy, and maintained strong energy and concentration.

Xiaobai eats a hamburger by himself, and goes to his studio to look through the notes and secretaries. As long as Fang Zheng’s study notes and books given by the teacher, he will send a copy to Xiaobai. Some of them are packed and ready to give to Xiaobai for Christmas Bai, Xiaobai will sit and read a book for a while, lie down and read a book for a while, and lie down on his stomach for a while.I can toss 720 degrees, and Fang Zheng is still drawing carefully and seriously.

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