fringe artist

Chapter 13 13. Filming can't be perfunctory!
In the small and dark bedroom, a lot of drawing paper and empty paint boxes are scattered on the floor, and the table is also full of discarded drawings.

The bedroom had a single bed with a messy bedding, it didn't feel like a bedroom at all, more like a dump.

In order to decorate this room, Wang Xiaoshuai deliberately went to the garbage dump in the West Village to pick up a lot of garbage and came back.

The paintings and paint bottles here were all picked up by Wang Xiaoshuai from the trash, but Chen Li'an looked at the paintings that were discarded by the original owner and felt that this was not true.

Qi Lei is a painter, and a painter with great ideas, how could he draw such rubbish paintings.

He encountered a bottleneck in painting, and only tried to simulate death when he encountered a barrier that he could not break through, so his paintings will definitely not be like these rubbish.

In Chen Li'an's opinion, there are some paintings that are not as good as his own. They are obviously the boring graffiti of some painters. They can't even be regarded as paintings, they can only be regarded as drafts.

"These paintings are not good, they don't fit the characters at all, so why can't we borrow some excellent paintings?" Chen Li'an frowned and asked.

Wang Xiaoshuai looked at the woodblock prints in his hand, then looked at the paintings just pasted on the wall, and said helplessly: "Although these paintings are not very good, they are enough as props."

Chen Li'an bent down to pick up a sketch full of chaotic lines and said, "Not enough. If my paintings were of this level, I would not think about doing performance art, but would consider changing careers."

Shu Qi, who had been silent all this time, also said: "That's right, these paintings are a bit unsightly. Xiaoshuai, don't you know some painters? It should be no problem to borrow some paintings."

Wang Xiaoshuai scratched his head, and said with a look of embarrassment on his round, fat face: "They don't want to borrow it. The paintings are like their own children to them. These people are quite bewildered, and these paintings have to be torn off. They sure don't want to."

The painting hanging in the room was indeed torn up when Qi Lei had a nervous breakdown, and it is understandable that the painters were unwilling to borrow the painting.

But this is not a reason for compromise. Painting is the child of a painter, so isn’t film the child of a filmmaker?
Chen Li'an doesn't want to be so perfunctory in his first movie after his rebirth. You can be poor, you can have simple conditions, or even no salary, but you can't treat movies with such a perfunctory attitude!

"If it's this kind of painting, I refuse to perform it." Chen Li'an looked at Wang Xiaoshuai and said.

Wang Xiaoshuai was taken aback, he didn't expect Chen Li'an to say such a thing, and Shu Qi didn't expect Chen Li'an's attitude to be so firm.

Only Ma Xiaoqing guessed Chen Li'an's attitude when he questioned him at the beginning, so she was not surprised by this result.

The other actors in the room felt that Chen Li'an made a fuss over a molehill, it was just a prop, why are they so serious.

"Don't get excited. The filming has started. If you don't act, what will happen to the film?" Wang Xiaoshuai persuaded.

Chen Li'an's attitude is very firm, and he will not compromise because of this. He frowned and said: "Either change the painting, or change me. If you can't find the painting, I can find a way, but I can't accept this kind of painting as Qi Lei. works, this kind of rubbish cannot convince me, nor can it convince the audience.”

Wang Xiaoshuai turned his head and looked at Shu Qi for help, hoping that he could help persuade him.

Shu Qi ignored Wang Xiaoshuai's eyes asking for help, looked at Chen Li'an seriously and said, "Can you get the painting? If you can, we can wait for you."

"Okay, wait for me for an hour."

After Chen Li'an finished speaking, he turned around and went out, ignoring the strange stares of the others.

Ma Xiaoqing glanced at Wang Xiaoshuai, then at Chen Lian's leaving back, and quickly shouted, "Wait for me, I'll go with you!"

Chen Li'an, who had just walked downstairs, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, took out one and lit it, and slowly exhaled blue smoke.

He was thinking about whether to go to Bai Qing, or the old Zhao who has transformed. He should have a lot of paintings in the previous realistic style, but he didn't know if he would lend him a prop.

thump, thump, Ma Xiaoqing jumped down the stairs in three steps at a time, she didn't expect Chen Li'an to walk so fast, could it be because of her long legs that she could go down several steps at a time?

After coming out of the unit building and seeing Chen Li'an waiting for her, Ma Xiaoqing breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried over and said, "Why are you walking so fast? Where are you going to borrow paintings? I'll be with you."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Chen Li'an turned to look at Ma Xiaoqing and said, "Go back, I won't be able to borrow it if you come with me."

He has already decided to ask Bai Qing for help. If he brings Ma Xiaoqing with him, Bai Qing will [-]% not lend it to him.

Ma Xiaoqing was stunned, and then thought of Chen Li'an's graffiti T-shirt, with a picture of a very beautiful girl on it, is Chen Li'an planning to borrow the painting from her?
Chen Li'an didn't care what Ma Xiaoqing was thinking, put down the cigarette butt near his mouth and stamped it out, and said, "Go back and talk to Wang Xiaoshuai by the way, it may take a little time, but I'll try to be back before noon."

"Oh, okay." Ma Xiaoqing didn't know what was going on, her heart suddenly felt empty, she couldn't say she was sad, but she wasn't completely indifferent to some guesses in her heart.

She knew that Chen Li'an was looking for the girl who wore it, but she didn't know if he took that girl to heart.

When Chen Li'an was far away, Ma Xiaoqing turned around and prepared to go upstairs. When she was halfway there, she suddenly realized something. Why did Chen Li'an talk about an hour at first, and then said that he would not be back until noon?
What are you doing for so long?
Ma Xiaoqing couldn't help thinking wildly, thinking of Chen Li'an's sexy figure, she didn't know what was going on, but she was a little envious of the girl who was worn by Chen Li'an.

It must be very enjoyable!

Unknowingly, Ma Xiaoqing reached into her pocket and took out the photo taken yesterday. Looking at Chen Li'an's sexy muscles in the photo, she thought to herself that she must have a bite!
Chen Li'an, who had no idea that he was being targeted, came to the familiar courtyard, walked up to Bai Qing's door, stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

Sure enough, just as he thought, he never knew about anti-locking.

The room was still the same as when Chen Li'an left yesterday, the only thing that changed was that the girl sitting in front of the easel was now lying on the bed reeking of alcohol.

Chen Li'an walked by, picked up the empty wine bottle on the bed and threw it on the ground, the sound of the bottle falling on the ground did not wake Bai Qing up.

Chen Li'an took Bai Qing's hand and helped her up, and sure enough, he saw another empty wine bottle under her.

52 degrees of Erguotou, one person drank two bottles, no wonder he slept so hard.

Chen Li'an supported Bai Qing, threw away all the wine bottles, picked up the water glass by the bed, fed Bai Qing a few sips of water, and then gently put him on the bed and covered him with the quilt.

Chen Li'an looked at Bai Qing who was unconscious, sighed, and turned around to leave. He went to the next door to ask Lao Zhao to borrow paintings. He and Lao Zhao had been neighbors for more than a month, and they were old acquaintances.

But as soon as Chen Li'an turned around, a white and round arm stretched out from under the quilt, and the slender palm directly held Chen Li'an's hand.

The familiar touch and temperature made Chen Li'an stop, and turned to look at Bai Qing.

The smell of alcohol in the air seemed to be dispelled at this moment, and the chemical reaction produced by the wonderful aura between the two seemed to have a seductive smell called hormones.

Bai Qing looked at Chen Li'an with her eyes open, her body eroded by alcohol was so weak that she could only hold Chen Li'an with her hands up.

Chen Li'an looked at Bai Qing's exceptionally fair arm, which looked like a lotus root in the Tianchi Lake, and one couldn't help but want to hold it in his hand.

Bai Qing struggled to kick the cup off his body with his legs, and consciously raised his legs to wrap around Chen Li'an.

The straight and slender calf lines are particularly beautiful. Her toes are very sensual, like cat's claws, but the insteps are very skinny.

The round toes curl up subconsciously, like a mischievous elf.

Chen Li'an stretched out his hand to hold Bai Qing's ankle, and Chen Li'an's big hand would hold the thin ankle in a circle.Bai Qing pushed his toes slightly against Chen Li'an's abdomen, and then curled up involuntarily, forming a wonderful tactile sensation.

Bai Qing half-closed his eyes, held Chen Li'an's hand and subconsciously scratched his palm, bit his lip and murmured: "Chen Li'an, you're back. Hug me."

(End of this chapter)