The Art of Raiders of Rebirth

"Hey, I said your apples are bigger than a pickle jar?" The young man in a T-shirt, slacks, and canvas shoes said, poking the huge apple on the little fat man's screen.

The little fat man turned his round bald head, and the 6B pencil in his hand was pasted back and forth on the paper. Wherever the pencil went, it was like a crow flying in the sky. "Old Yi, I don't have a kimchi jar at home."

"Isn't this a pickle jar?" Yi Chengyi stepped forward and knocked on the pickle jar half-squatting, picked up a pencil stub from the ground, and gestured up and down.

"The first thing we need to do to represent an object is to 'see', which is also one of the most basic characteristics of visual art. Now the objects are these still lifes on the table, and we must at least use the eyes of 'people' to describe an object Let's see if it looks like an object."

Some of the students studying in the studio were still drawing on their own, some stopped their pencils and listened to the teacher's explanation, but most of them were chatting.

"You have to try to accurately grasp and describe the proportion, shape, and characteristics of the object in a relatively short period of time. This is not an easy task. To do this, you must first master the correct observation method, learn to "see" the object. The correct way of observation determines the height you can reach. Some students don't know how to observe, and they don't think about the brain when they start to describe the object. They are eager to write, and they don't even know what they draw what is..."

"Hey, Lao Yi, I know what I'm painting, isn't it just a pickle jar and apples?" The little fat man poked his head out from behind the drawing board and looked at Yi Chengyi.

"Take it out and show it to others, and you say who can recognize that the thing you painted is a pickle jar and an apple!" Yi Chengyi frowned and stood up, "It's obvious that an apple can be stuffed into a pickle jar, you show it But the pickle jar can be stuffed into an apple, what does it look like!"

"I'm an abstract artist." The little fat man smiled dreamily, and the people next to him also laughed while holding the drawing board.

"The art test marking teacher can see that you are a genius with abstract talent? Even I can't see it, is it funny, can you hold back your dreams!"

"You are just jealous of me." The little fat man shook his head with a look of jealousy, he sighed and lowered his head to paint on his own picture, Yi Chengyi looked at the group of laughing monkeys who almost lost their breath and had a cerebral hemorrhage.

He wanted to teach these first batch of students who came to his studio to paint well, but this group of people didn't care about painting when they were in school, and coming to his training is just a formality, Yi Chengyi can see They don't want to paint at all.

He still wanted to calm down and say something, a tall boy dropped the drawing board in his hand, and shouted: "Oh! It's time for get out of class to end, big guys come to play tomorrow~~"

Within 30 seconds, the drawing boards and pencils spread all over the small studio were also confiscated. It was as messy as a tornado just blowing.

Yi Chengyi pursed his lips, his forehead was twitching.If he didn't even have the money to buy rice, he wouldn't have listened to Xiang Ergou's advice to start this Laoshizi studio!Staying here makes him feel like a painter... no, his personality as a person is being insulted every minute! Hey!

Yi Chengyi really couldn't figure out why, since he was serious about drawing since he was a child, no one wanted his works for cheap.Just because he has no money to go to the Academy of Fine Arts and only high school?Yi Chengyi wanted to die, he was hypocritical!Back then when Anderson offered to pay him to go to the Academy of Fine Arts, he rejected him coldly, but now Yi Chengyi wanted to hit the wall with his head in his arms.Unknown rural painters are inferior to rural women who make lighters at home!

It’s hard to be ashamed and indignant. Fortunately, Anderson is staying in the UK. If he sees his brother who used to be aloof in front of him become like this, Yi Chengyi will go to the construction team downstairs to pick up a brick and shoot him to death. Own.

Sighing at the empty studio, he opened the light-blocking curtains and stood in a daze looking at the golden sunset outside.

His heart was almost at a stage where he couldn't bear it, and he didn't know how many years he could hold on to this kind of life. He started painting at the age of 11, until now he is 26 years old, success always seems to be far away, and people in another country now have endless honors.

Yi Chengyi shook his head, yes, he's being hypocritical again.

At the beginning, no one forced you to jump into the pit of painting. It was you who insisted on learning from the second uncle, and also competed and challenged the juniors who were superior to you in every way, like a jealous husband.

He Yi Chengyi is not a material for painting.

Rubbing his stomach, he stepped on the gap between the drawing board and the pencil and jumped on tiptoe to the stand where the still life was placed, hugged the pickle jar in his arms, and then jumped out like floating on the water.

He asked Yicheng Santuo to bring it to Ergou last week. After eating the instant noodles, his mouth almost faded. It's time to cook some rice and mix some kimchi and it will come.

To be honest, his father's kimchi making skills are really getting better and better, and this jar is also very beautiful, so he has to bring it here for the group of bird people to paint.

Yi Chengyi walked downstairs with the kimchi jar in his arms, just in time to see the contractor of the construction team handing out wages.He looked at the red ones with jealousy, and leaned over to say hello to a migrant worker who had chatted with him for a few days.

"Brother, are you still recruiting?"

The migrant worker knew that Yi Chengyi was a painter, so he put the money in his pocket, then grinned with big white teeth.

"You have thin arms and legs, you can still carry a bottle of paint and a pen! If you can move the bricks over there to the third floor, I'll talk to the contractor and let you do it." The man with tanned skin The swarthy migrant worker patted Yi Chengyi on the shoulder, then smiled and went to collect lunch with the workers.

Yi Chengyi wrinkled his face and looked at the pile of bricks for a long time.It's easy for him to draw it, but it may be a little bit powerless to move it.

What is a defeated dog in life is him.

Yi Chengyi hugged the kimchi jar, and went to the art supply store to buy some oil painting frames. He was walking on the road with the frames on his back, and a black BMW reversed and followed him.

The car window was rolled down, and a person wearing black sunglasses reached out and knocked on the car door. Attracted by the sound, Yi Chengyi glanced sideways at the person sitting in the car, and then continued walking forward.The car still slowed down and continued to follow him, only then did Yi Chengyi realize something was wrong, stopped and turned around to look at that person.

When the other party took off his sunglasses and met those blue eyes, Yi Chengyi didn't have a rapid heartbeat or difficulty in breathing. He was stunned for a while, then turned around and continued to walk forward.It's just that his footsteps became faster unconsciously. Although he looked normal, the cold sweat in his palm made him almost unable to hold the kimchi jar steadily.

What a joke, let him meet Anderson now, wouldn't God want him to die! ! !The virtue of being poor can't be hidden by just a cold face! ! !

What the hell is this kimchi jar!Now he only needs to carry a few picture frames quietly, okay?

I knew I should eat instant noodles today.

Yi Chengyi's mind was brainstorming. A long time ago, when he hadn't developed such virtues, he had fantasized about many confrontations with Anderson in the future.Master Yi Chengyi criticized Anderson Lynn’s certain works as suspected of hyping up the price, Yi Chengyi had a bad relationship with his fellow apprentice Anderson Lynn, and so on and so on.

He's always worked hard and worked hard, but Anderson can always throw him from street to street just when he thinks he's doing something, and his face hurts from left to right.

His paralyzed face was thrown out at that time. If he had the face of a concubine who was thrown into the cold palace by the emperor every time, he would have been thrown to the Fifth Hospital as a psychopath.

Yi Chengyi held the kimchi jar expressionlessly, ignoring the BMW that had been following him, and the other party also persevered and slowly drove to a position that was just right in front of him and not behind him.

What a joke, I will follow him to the basement he rented!

Yi Chengyi gritted his teeth stiffly, then calmed down, turned around and looked at Anderson in the car.

"Stop following me."

Yi Chengyi's voice was cold, and there didn't seem to be any warmth in his words. He was so tired of seeing Anderson's handsome sports car and stylish attire, it was smashing his face every minute!

The other party looked at him seriously for a while, then turned his head to look forward, and fiddled with the GPS.

"I went to China yesterday. I heard that you opened a studio near here. I wanted to come and have a look, but I couldn't find the specific location."

Anderson's Mandarin is very standard. Yi Chengyi was surprised when he saw him for the first time when he was a child. The Mandarin that a ten-year-old British boy blurted out made him feel proud of his plastic Mandarin for the first time. ashamed.

Yi Chengyi wanted to save face for himself, but saving face meant he was going to lie.

"Because the rented place is small, and there is a building next to it that is being demolished, GPS has no income positioning."

Anderson turned his head to look at Yi Chengyi's thin face, opened the door and got out of the car.

"Long time no see, Cheng Yi."

Yi Chengyi looked at him a little perfunctorily. "Long time no see, Lynn."

It was only after Anderson got out of the car that Yi Chengyi realized that he actually had to look up at this man. He was only 1.7 meters 1.8, and Anderson was at least [-] meters [-].

It's so funny, it's so funny, it's just too funny!A giant in life is a giant no matter what, and a dwarf is only a dwarf no matter how tall he steps on stilts.Yi Chengyi's face was already a little numb from the beating, and when he saw this man as an opponent at the beginning, his eyes must have grown to his ass, or the eyeballs had been pecked off by birds.

"Call me Anderson." He lowered his eyelids and lowered his face slightly. Yi Chengyi knew that it was Anderson taking care of his shortness, just like kindergarten teachers who like to squat down and talk to children.

He didn't want to obediently listen to what he said, and he didn't want to look up at his face.Such an encounter made him so embarrassed that he just wanted to jump into the big apple drawn by the little fat man or be sucked into the pickle jar in his hand to hide.

"What are you doing in China?" Yi Chengyi looked at the collar of his blue and white plaid shirt, while Anderson kept looking at him.

"To see you."

Yi Chengyi turned around with black lines all over his face and left.

Can you save some face for others? Can you save some face for others!Do you want to see his T-shirt with a slit neckline or his canvas shoes with a little slit edge stained with oil paint?Or to see the kimchi jar in his hand?Ah well, being poor and sneezing and falling in love with someone can never be hidden, let me show you, let me show you, Yi Chengyi is so shamefully poor that he is a little bit down.

Anderson followed up, grabbed Yi Chengyi's wrist and forced him to stop, Yi Chengyi almost dropped the kimchi jar in his hand.The other party's strength was great, and he couldn't break away from this person who could completely hold his wrist with one hand.

This feeling of being humiliated is so strong that he wants to die in resentment... If he had stayed at home honestly and planted some fields with his father to feed some pigs, he might have been able to build a new house and go to the new countryside to build a well-off life !He made it himself, so he insisted on going to learn how to draw, what to learn to draw!How the hell are you learning to paint when you have no money at home!The money to buy a piece of oil paint is enough to weigh a catty of pork to cure my perennial malnutrition, okay? ! !

"Let go!" Yi Chengyi raised his voice and glared at Anderson. The other party was a little unwilling to let go, but seeing Yi Chengyi's angry and desperate eyes, he let go.

Anderson lowered his hands and looked at Yi Chengyi whose face was a little red because of the struggle and anger just now, his blue eyes were full of strong but suppressed emotions.

"Enough, if you came to see me? Then as you can see, I am not doing well now. If you have seen enough, see you next time, and I will go back to eat."

Yi Chengyi frowned, looked away, turned and walked towards where he lived, but Anderson never took out the invitation letter in his pocket, which was the invitation letter for the exhibition hall where he was invited to hold a solo exhibition in China.

The author has something to say: there are few manuscripts in the new pit, try to make daily updates, but it may not be possible.The last article is over and now I need to start doing summer homework, so try to pile up the manuscripts if you have time!Please bear with me if the writing is not good!ok~~