Chapter 92 (2/2)

Xu Haodong talks nonsense. Last night, Fang Zheng, who had been climbing the mountain all day, had a painful leg and went to bed early. After waking up, he muttered that I wanted to eat chicken legs sooner or later.

No, I bought a roast chicken for him to eat in the corner. Who knows that the magazine is coming so fast. It's full of immortality. It doesn't eat people's fireworks. It has no temperament at all. It has no temperament especially when it swallows chicken legs.It's estimated that the people in the magazine are also shocked. When they go out for tea, Xu Haodong grabs the drumstick from Fang Zheng. Don't eat it. Hurry to take photos.

”I haven't finished.”

Fang Zheng's mouth is full of chicken and his hands are full of oil.

”Don't eat. Make a good image.”

Xu Haodong is so worried that he forces Fang Zheng to swallow the chicken in his mouth quickly. Then he takes out a wet paper towel and wipes Fang Zheng's mouth. After being oiled, he wipes his claws.

”That's it.”

Fang Zheng is especially unruly and slovenly. It doesn't matter very much.

Wipe your hands, wipe your face, just clean it up.

”You go home. I bought you a new suit. It's in the closet. It's in a blue bag. When you're dressed, braid your hair, wash your hands and come out. I'll give you an hour to delay. ”

This is a big event. Xu Haodong is very grand and has been ready for a long time. The clothes are all newly bought. I also asked Jiang Xiaobai for his opinions. It's necessary to be immortal and artistic.

Doesn't Fang Zheng think it's just a picture? The interview manuscript should also be read in advance, cross out do not want to answer is perfect.

Xu Haodong doesn't agree. He can't be sloppy. He must keep a perfect image. Push Fang Zheng to leave from the small door, go back quickly, change clothes, take a bath and then come out.

Turn around to meet the magazine reporters and cameramen.

”What do you think of my teahouse? It has a good environment. There's no one there to disturb

He pointed to the corner, where he was specially prepared for Fang Zheng. There were green plants all around him. He could see outside by the street. The benches on the opposite side were good for lighting.

Fang Zheng can be lazy on this day.

The reporter and the camera said that it was good. The camera took out the camera and adjusted the angle.

Xu Haodong changed a set of tea sets. In Jiang Xiaobai's words, it's a very Zen style dark green tea set, a small tea bowl, a small teapot, a pile of mung bean cake. Then he took a small wine pot like vase, inserted a white camellia, and brought a basin of copper coin grass, which was white and snow-white, and kept in a porcelain bowl, and put it on the windowsill.

Then there were some books on the shelf at the back.

It's busier than cameramen and journalists, busy setting up the background.

Reporter camera a little want to laugh, can really enthusiastic and positive ah.

Fang Zheng came wearing an artist's clothes. He didn't have a button on his body. He had light gray linen trousers with white background and a light gray coat. When he walked, his clothes could be blown by the wind.

If you're a little fat or short, you'll never be able to wear it. Who are you fighting for? You're handsome. You're tall and thin. Exposed collarbone, sleeve roll up, with a kind of capable, no muddle feeling, hair should have been done, the back of the head hair into a small braid.

There was not much expression on his face. He was so indifferent that he came in from far and near.

If I hadn't seen him wring the chicken thigh and stuffing it into his mouth, I would have been covered by his appearance, and I would have thought that there was a man who wanted to suck the wind and drink the dew.

I didn't say much. I sat down in the corner and asked about it. After that, I took the manuscript sent by the reporter.

Take a look at Xu Haodong.

Xu Haodong shook his head at him.

Fang Zheng frowned and Xu Haodong shook his head and gave him a cup of tea.

The reporter didn't know the meaning of the two of them. Fang had no choice but to drink tea.

He wants to drink milk tea. As soon as Tengyun town said to develop it, there are many new shops and milk tea shops. He wants to drink it. Xu Haodong won't let him drink.

Xu Haodong felt that milk tea affected his temperament. Even if he pretended, he would pretend to drink dew and eat nectar.

The camera took more than ten pictures of Fang Zheng's near face and side face. After discussing with the reporter who interviewed him, he began to interview him. The content of the interview was very simple, and it was a very official question. It was nothing more than what he was doing when he was a monk. Fang Zheng said it was for his childhood dream, and he wanted to be a painter before.

You live in this place, many art exhibitions only see your paintings, but don't find your people. What is your purpose. Fang Zheng replied that I like to be quiet. They also reject the lively environment, because of their personality.

I found that the style of your paintings in recent half a year is a little different from that before. Did you change your mood or want to change your style. Have you ever thought of publishing the daily pictures of teahouse owners on Weibo. What do you think of the future.

Fang Zheng's answer is very simple. He also wants to try a new style and is in a good mood. So there is innovation in the painting. I hope my painting skills will go up to a higher level and become more popular in the future. The teahouse owner's daily routine is to follow his heart. It's good to publish it as an album, but I want to modify it to make the picture more exquisite.

Soon the interview ended, and then the photographer took a lot of photos of Fang Zheng. Fang Zheng looked out of the window, and the thoughtful photo was selected to be a brief photo of the artist in the album.

In fact, Fang Zheng was watching Xu Haodong go out. He didn't know what he was doing. One more look.Author gossip: this book is published exclusively by Liancheng reading, please do not reprint!