fringe artist

Chapter 14 14. Listening to Thunder in the Silent Place

The noon sun is very warm, shining on people warmly, it seems to be able to dispel all negative emotions in people's hearts.

Chen Li'an was walking on the street with more than a dozen paintings in his arms, and with his messy long hair, he stood out from the crowd.

However, Chen Li'an was immersed in his own world and didn't care about other people's eyes at all.

When Chen Li'an returned to the community where the studio was set, he could see Ma Xiaoqing kicking stones boredly downstairs in the unit from a distance, and Shu Qi squatting in the small flower bed next to her, smoking a cigarette.

Chen Li'an walked over with the painting in his arms and asked, "What are you doing here?"

When Ma Xiaoqing heard Chen Li'an's voice, she immediately looked up at him, and Shu Qi also stood up and said, "You're finally back, I thought you ran away."

Chen Li'an really didn't understand why Xiangjiang people always like to talk about running away, so he said helplessly, "I said I'll be back before noon."

"Is this a painting you borrowed?" Ma Xiaoqing took one from Chen Li'an, looked at it carefully and said, "It's really good. Is this an expressionist style? It's rare to see this style."

Chen Li'an was a little surprised that Ma Xiaoqing recognized this as an expressionist style oil painting, but this is not a complete expressionist painting, but also mixed with the shadow of realism, it is a transitional work that is very contradictory and tangled.

Shu Qi also came over to look at it, and couldn't help asking: "This painting is very good, where did you get it, didn't you spend money to buy it?"

From Shu Qi's unprofessional understanding of oil paintings, these paintings look great. If this is his own painting, then he is definitely not willing to give it to others as props.

The paintings were brought back from Lao Zhao by Chen Li'an. If it weren't for the fact that making movies didn't require so many paintings, Lao Zhao would have given Chen Li'an all of his inventory.

Lao Zhao, who has successfully transformed, now looks down on the paintings he drew during the transformation period. Knowing that Chen Li'an will use them to make movies, he took out all the previous works and let him choose.

Chen Li'an was quite surprised by Lao Zhao's attitude. No matter what he said, it was a testimony of his own transformation.

"With these paintings of yours, the character of Qi Lei can be regarded as half standing." Shu Qi said with emotion.

Chen Li'an hummed, and then asked, "Go up and start filming now?"

"Let's go, I'm waiting for you." Ma Xiaoqing took the painting from Chen Li'an's hand, and then moved to his side to sniff his nose.

Chen Li'an noticed Ma Xiaoqing's movements, turned his head to look at her and vaguely guessed the reason why she did this, but he still didn't speak when he opened his mouth.

Ma Xiaoqing, who was caught, shrank her neck and argued, "I just have a bad nose."

Ma Xiaoqing just wanted to smell if there was any strange smell on Chen Li'an's body, but she didn't smell the strange smell, only a smell of oil paint.

Chen Li'an leaned closer to Shu Qi, which made Ma Xiaoqing pouted in displeasure.

After returning to the room upstairs, the original garbage paintings inside had been torn up by Wang Xiaoshuai and the others.

Seeing that Chen Li'an really brought back more than a dozen paintings, Wang Xiaoshuai also heaved a sigh of relief, and could continue to shoot.

Regarding Chen Li'an's seriousness, Wang Xiaoshuai was actually a little unhappy.

Yesterday he insisted on filming a simulated death, but today he insisted on changing the film or the show would stop. In Wang Xiaoshuai's view, this was a challenge to his authority as a director.

But when all the paintings were hung up and the room was rearranged, Wang Xiaoshuai was silent, walked up to Chen Li'an and said, "You're right, this is like a painter's room."

Chen Li'an heard that Wang Xiaoshuai's words meant an apology, smiled and took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed Wang Xiaoshuai a cigarette.

The green smoke rose slowly, Chen Li'an patted Wang Xiaoshuai on the shoulder and said: "Sometimes there is only a slight difference between good and bad."

Wang Xiaoshuai reflected on his state of mind while smoking a cigarette. It seemed that he had vented a sigh of relief since he was banned last year.

In the movie of Extreme Cold, he felt that he was not as passionate and serious as when he was filming Winter and Spring last year.

Even thinking of pleasing everyone, the director didn't even dare to write his own name in the signature column.

Maybe it's because I knew this movie and didn't expect it to be released, so I didn't take it seriously subconsciously.

Underground filmmakers really need a strong heart and extremely strong love, otherwise it is really difficult to persevere.

Chen Li'an said that to Wang Xiaoshuai because the later Wang Xiaoshuai was not so persistent.

There is nothing right or wrong about this, but for now, Wang Xiaoshuai's shrinking mood is not acceptable!

How can you make a movie if your will is not firm, how can you be a director if you don’t insist and be serious!
If you fool the movie, the movie will fool you in turn, you won't get word of mouth or money, you will only get infamy!

Chen Li'an didn't want his first film to be completed in the midst of the director's foolish attitude. Many things in life can be done casually, but you should never be fooled when facing your favorite career.

It was almost twelve o'clock now, but none of the crew had any plans to go to dinner. After preparing, the seven or eight people in the room waited for Wang Xiaoshuai to say something to start.

Chen Li'an took off his black turtleneck sweater, revealing the black vest inside. His tight muscles made him not look like a painter.

However, when Chen Li'an closed his eyes and adjusted his emotions, the contrast in his body was integrated at this moment.

Now Chen Li'an exudes melancholy and bewilderment all over his body, and achieves a very contradictory sense of harmony between the contrast between his body and the environment.

Chen Li'an walked into the bedroom wearing boots and directly stepped on the bed, like a lifeless puppet, losing consciousness to everything around him, lying on the bed in a numb mechanical way and fell asleep.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaoshuai couldn't help muttering, this is too fucking strong.

This is Wang Xiaoshuai's first filming with professional actors. His debut film Dongchun Days used non-professional actors. There are only a few professional actors in this film, but the gap between them and Chen Li'an seems to be too big. up.

Faced with such a situation, Wang Xiaoshuai couldn't control the excitement in his heart anymore, and immediately said to the people around him: "Prepare in one minute, start right away."

Unrelated personnel immediately exited the shooting space, leaving only Chen Li'an and the photographer in the small bedroom.

The camera was turned on, and the blank film began to faithfully record the scene in front of the lens.

Chen Li'an fell asleep, and Qi Lei opened his eyes, looking at the ceiling with numb and empty eyes, as if he was thinking and feeling.

Qi Lei had locked himself in the room for three days, and his heart was filled with depression and entanglement. After three simulated deaths, before the summer solstice of the ice burial, he felt an unprecedented pain.

He wanted to complete his performance art, but he was worried about the final result. At this moment, he was afraid and flinched.

He originally thought that he could dedicate everything to art, but as the time of Lixia gradually approached, he felt the terror of death.

This made him feel ashamed, and the strong shame filled his heart, so he locked himself up, did not eat or drink, and wanted to strengthen his heart.

It seems that he wants to use this childish way to prove that he is not afraid of death.

The extreme hunger made Qi Lei feel extremely painful. Outside the bedroom, his sister had already prepared food, and Qi Lei could even smell what it was.

The complaints in the living room fell on Qi Lei's ears, and he sat up irritably, looking at the paintings in the bedroom, trying to draw strength from them.

Qi Lei's expression began to struggle slightly, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, images of various foods kept flashing in his mind, and a large amount of saliva was secreted in his mouth.

To swallow, to crave, to struggle, to resist.
The instinct of the body constantly urges Qi Lei to go out to eat, to replenish the nutrients lost by the body, every cell seems to be crying for hunger.

In Qi Lei's struggle with will and body instinct, finally both body and consciousness reached the limit.

thump~
Qi Lei fell heavily to the ground and passed out.

Yang Shu, who was carrying the camera, was taken aback. Just now he really thought that Chen Li'an had been hungry for three days, and then went into shock.

Fortunately, the camera on his shoulder reminded him that this was acting and it was all fake.

But Chen Li'an's performance just now made him feel too real, so real that he felt trembling deep in his soul!

Wang Xiaoshuai, who was always behind the cameraman, was also stunned. He couldn't act so well and accurately without a single line, and only one line came to his mind.

Listen to thunder in a silent place!
(End of this chapter)