fringe artist

Chapter 259 257. Detonate Xiangjiang's red heart!
The messy room was full of all kinds of strange rubbish. Chen Lian rummaged through the rubbish and found a crushed soda can. Wire wrapped around a massive metal heart.

This is an unfinished work. The red wire is like the blood vessels on the heart, entwining all the garbage together.

The metal heart, which is half white and half red, looks strangely beautiful.

The white side is the filthy, trashy, dirty side.

The red side surged with hot red light, warm and warm.

In a clean corner of the room, Cheng Shufen leaned against the wall and looked at Chen Li'an's creation, feeling unspeakably shocked. This was the first time she saw an artist's creation, and it was hard for her to imagine that Chen Li'an could turn a pile of garbage into a work of art .

This ability made Chen Li'an's image in her heart extremely tall, and a strange light shone in his eyes.

How can people in the entertainment industry be compared with a master like Chen Li'an, how can those paparazzi and gossip magazines have the right to slander such an artist!

Just damn it!
Just looking at Chen Li'an's work that was about to be completed, Cheng Shufen felt a little worried, always feeling that he was alluding to Xiangjiang's current complicated situation.

You said why did you use garbage to make it, I really don’t worry about being washed away by those banana people!
We must know that Xiangjiang is still managed by white people, and it is hard to say whether the art space will be closed.

Cheng Shufen turned her head and glanced at Wang Zuxian who was staring at Chen Li'an obsessively, and said in a low voice: "Can you persuade Li'an to release this work after returning?"

Hearing Cheng Shufen's voice, Wang Zuxian turned her head and glanced at her and said, "I can't persuade you, and those reporters wrote it first, Li'an was just fighting back."

Cheng Shufen sighed, feeling that Wang Zuxian had no political sense at all, so she sat next to her and explained the current situation.

In Xiangjiang itself in [-], many people resisted and rejected the return next year. The economic performance was most obvious, and the property and stock markets were in chaos.

This is exactly the expression of panic. Chen Li'an stood up and exhibited such a work at this time. At worst, he might be suspected of undermining unity.

But at best, it is also a positive work. Different people will have different feelings when they see it, but many Xiangjiang people will only think of the bad after seeing it.

People's hearts are always the most difficult to fathom, maybe they will hate Chen Li'an because of it.

Cheng Shufen sighed and looked at Wang Zuxian and said, "It would be great if he still created the same photography work as last time. Many people in Xiangjiang like Li An's work very much."

Wang Zuxian tilted her head and thought for a while and said, "I don't think it's a problem. I'm going back anyway, so there's nothing to worry about. Besides, Li'an is only creating art, and he hasn't disclosed his political stance or remarks."

"Don't worry, Li'an also has an establishment in the mainland, there are people on it, and he is also a well-known artist in the world, nothing will happen."

Wang Zuxian put her arms around Cheng Shufen's arm and said, "It's time for class soon, and I'm going back to school, Miss Shufen, can you see me off?"

Cheng Shufen looked at Wang Zuxian speechlessly and said, "You can't drive there by yourself."

"I didn't drive today, why don't you drive me?"

"Okay, I happen to be going back to the company too."

Chen Li'an, who has been concentrating on creating, didn't notice the departure of Wang Zuxian and Cheng Shufen, nor did he notice that the princess appeared here at some point, followed by Zhang Guorong and Liu Jialing who joined in the fun.

The few of them had made an appointment to play mahjong, but the princess insisted on coming over to have a look, so they came together.

It's just that seeing Chen Li'an's concentration and ecstasy, several people didn't make a sound to disturb him.

In front of the huge metal heart, Chen Li'an, who was wearing denim overalls, looked extraordinarily sacred and focused under the white spotlights. The three of them didn't dare to say hello, and even breathed subconsciously carefully.

Zhang Guorong looked at Chen Li'an with the most complicated eyes. He had seen Chen Li'an in so many ways, and it was always difficult to connect the current Chen Li'an with the usual Chen Li'an.

He suddenly thought of what Chen Li'an said before, if you are friends with an artist, don't go to see his works, otherwise you won't be able to help but swear.

Zhang Guorong really wants to swear now, damn it, why is he so awesome, how did he do it!
The princess and Liu Jialing also felt this way, especially the princess felt that Chen Li'an in front of her was possessed by someone. Is this the same Chen Li'an who likes to touch her black silk legs?
The difference is too big!After this, how can I cough and cough for him with my feet? I dare not step on him after it is over.
The princess is really conquered by Chen Li'an's talent at this moment. Chen Li'an's huge contrast fascinates her, as a lover she is fascinated, and as an artist she is admired.

She suddenly thought of a sentence, when looking for a man, you can either find someone who is rich and rich, or you can't stop looking for him.

Chen Li'an was the man she couldn't stop, and he had money!
Although the concubine is also very rich, she doesn't want Chen Li'an's money, but Chen Li'an's money shows that he is capable, which makes people want to stop.

Liu Jialing, who had been watching quietly all this time, suddenly understood why the princess and Wang Zuxian liked Chen Li'an, and why they could accept his love.

Such a man can't be found even with a lantern, and which woman can possess it alone.

Unless you saved the galaxy in your previous life.

The three had different thoughts and left after watching for a while.

After going out, none of them spoke, as if they were still immersed in the shock just now.

Actors and singers are born with outstanding empathy ability, and they can feel the scene just now more strongly than others.

Zhang Guorong silently lit a cigarette, took a puff and said, "Let's go, Li'an's spiritual world is different from ours, let's go back and play mahjong."

princess:"."

Liu Jialing: "."

It's true, but compared to Chen Li'an, I'm really ashamed.

Before getting in the car and leaving, the princess turned her head and looked at the newly installed signboard. She felt that this would be the starting point of Chen Li'an's glory in Xiangjiang.

Inspur Art Space does not know what kind of wave Chen Li'an will set off here!
On the bustling and noisy street, the sign hung there tightly, and the words did not attract the attention of passers-by. There are several galleries on this street, and it is not worth paying attention to open an art space.

However, people who like art will still stop to take a look after seeing it, with strong curiosity in their hearts, but the place has not yet opened, and no one has walked into the half-covered small door to find out.

At the other end of the street, a woman wearing sunglasses and a mask was wandering boredly with a bag of paint. When she passed by Inspur Art Space, she glanced curiously.

There are many galleries here in Xiangjiang, and the art space is really a strange existence. The woman curiously stretched her head and took a look through the half-covered small door, and smelled a strong smell of paint.

After listening carefully, there is also the sound of clanging metal impacts, which is very rhythmic.

The woman couldn't help being curious and pushed open the wooden door and walked in. As an amateur painter, she has a strong curiosity about art.

Passing through the messy and dim passage, the woman looked at the white light at the end inexplicably feeling a kind of mystery, and the expectation in her heart became stronger.

Suddenly the jingling sound that had been ringing in her ears stopped abruptly, and the woman's footsteps paused, regretting that she was too reckless.

Will it be under renovation?

The woman wanted to retreat, but suddenly there was the sound of a spray gun inside and a strong smell of paint came over her face. This is not the smell of paint for decoration, but the smell of good paint.

And it is not an ordinary pigment, it is a mineral pigment made by an ancient method, which is completely different from that kind of industrial pigment.

She has painted traditional Chinese paintings and is still very familiar with the taste of this paint.

"Just take a look, just take a look." The woman muttered, carrying the paint and walking in again.

When she passed through the light from the spotlight, she was shocked by the scene in front of her.

Landfill!What's in it!
But soon her gaze was attracted by a figure in the garbage dump. The high-hanging spotlights hit him and pulled out a long figure. A huge heart hung in front of him!

When the man was walking, the slender shadow was also moving, forming a beautiful light and shadow on the huge metal heart. The shaking light and image seemed to bring blood to the heart. The dead metal seemed to come alive, emitting a silent but shocking sound. bang!
The woman swallowed subconsciously, feeling that her imagination was too rich, but looking at the huge heart in front of her, her heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.

This is art!What are the things I drew by myself!

Chen Li'an under the spotlight was a little tired at this moment, sitting on a dilapidated wheel hub, propping his chin and looking at the work that was about to be completed in front of him.

He has been creating for the past few days, with almost no rest, and the excitement makes him unable to stop at all, but his body still feels tired after a long time.

Chen Li'an looked at the spray gun in his hand and threw it in the garbage dump, stretched his waist and pulled a broken box, leaned on it, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The woman who had been peeking behind Chen Li'an felt very strange when she saw Chen Li'an falling asleep leaning against the garbage dump.

Why are some people sleeping in garbage dumps so attractive? The woman was a little curious about who the artist was, so she tiptoed over.

Walking in front of Chen Li'an, she took off her sunglasses and took a closer look at the sleeping Chen Li'an, feeling familiar.

If Chen Li'an hadn't fallen asleep, she would still find her very familiar, like his first teacher, no, this is his first teacher!

Peach Li Lizhen!
Li Lizhen looked at Chen Li'an's handsome face, and thought for a while before realizing, isn't this the mainland artist who was begging on the street in the news two days ago?

Seeing the rubbish in the room, Li Lizhen looked up at the heart of rubbish again, and then realized that the newspaper was scribbled.

Where are people begging along the street, they are clearly looking for creative materials.

Li Lizhen looked at the sleeping Chen Li'an and the dust on his face, and couldn't help muttering, "It's really unrestrained, you can sleep so soundly in the garbage dump."

If a homeless person sleeps on a garbage dump, he will only be called garbage and a slacker.But if it was a handsome artist like Chen Li'an, he would become unrestrained and unrestrained.

The difference is really subtle.

Li Lizhen looked at the sleeping Chen Li'an, admired this so-called "perfect lover" for a while, then got up and left quietly.

Li Li really didn't know if she was the perfect lover, but the scene she saw today really made her remember for a long time. When she went home and lay on the bed at night, the scene she saw in the afternoon was still in her mind.

When I close my eyes, the image I saw in the afternoon, the figure standing in front of the huge heart, will emerge.

Li Lizhen lifted the quilt covering her head, looked at the ceiling and muttered to herself, she couldn't fall asleep
Do you want to take another look tomorrow? Li Lizhen turned around and suddenly remembered that Chen Li'an seemed to be holding a press conference tomorrow.

If that's the case, I won't be able to go, and I will be recognized by the paparazzi.

Annoying paparazzi!

Li Lizhen cursed in her heart, pulled up the quilt to cover her head, and the bedroom fell into silence again.

It was already late at night, and Chen Li'an, who had been squinting for a while in the afternoon, would have already woken up. This work is not finished yet, so I have to work overtime to finish it tonight!

In the garbage dump in the middle of the night, Chen Li'an's busy figure looked extraordinarily lonely, like a silent soldier preparing to go to battle.

Tomorrow he will be alone, facing the paparazzi and reporters' long guns and short guns, he feels a sense of generosity and righteousness.

Chen Li'an's only weapon is the huge heart in front of him, and he hopes to use it to blow up Xiangjiang tomorrow!
As time passed, the sky gradually brightened, and Chen Li'an's movements became slower and slower.

It wasn't until the fiery red sun rose outside that Chen Li'an dropped the bottomed spray gun on the ground, looked at the completed wave series [-] in front of him, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

The bomb is ready, just waiting to detonate!
More than two hours later, Chen Li'an arranged the room full of rubbish, and the room was also full of people.

Most of them are reporters with cameras and video cameras. There are some from Xiangjiang, some from the mainland, and many foreign reporters.

There are also many artists and art critics, all of whom Chen Li'an had dated a few days ago. The best choice is to deal with foreign artists and art critics like Banana Man.

In the dim room, the reporters were whispering to each other. They didn't know what was the thing covered with a red cloth in the center of the room, and they were all curious about the purpose of Chen Li'an holding this press conference.

Soon Chen Li'an, who was only wearing jeans and a white T-shirt, appeared. The venue was quiet for a second, and then immediately erupted. More than a dozen reporters surrounded Chen Li'an, smashing the microphones and cameras into his face.

"What is the purpose of your press conference?!"

"Do you want to explain what you did when you went to the street to pick up trash a few days ago?"

"Why did you go to Xiangjiang to pick up rubbish? Did you offend the rich and powerful in the Mainland?"

Listening to these messy questions, Chen Li'an didn't respond at all, but silently pushed them away and walked to the red cloth.

In the crowd, many artists and art critics who could understand Cantonese couldn't help frowning, and couldn't help but feel disgusted at the annoying paparazzi.

There are also many foreigners who can't understand Cantonese. They are asking the people around them, and they can't help frowning after hearing the explanations from their friends.

The few artists who came from Paris were old friends of Chen Li'an, and they scoffed at these strange remarks, and the artists from the mainland were even more disdainful to argue with these paparazzi.

Chen Li'an's new acquaintance in Japan, Ido Cunji, and several Japanese artists glanced impatiently at the reporters.

But no one made a sound to stop these reporters, and Chen Li'an didn't speak, just looked at them silently, then bent down and grabbed a chain on the ground.

Chen Li'an wrapped his thick arms around the chain, and instantly stretched it tightly and pulled it back forcefully.

Everyone in the arena was attracted by Chen Li'an's inexplicable movements, and they silently watched what he was going to do.

The veins in Chen Li'an's arm bulged, and he pulled back suddenly, and the metal heart covered with the red cloth was pulled up high and hung in mid-air.

Chen Li'an tugged on the chain and moved it vigorously, the metal heart shook violently, and the red cloth on it also fell off.

The huge heart was instantly exposed in front of everyone, and the heart shaking in mid-air seemed to come alive, beating violently!

The tiny iron wires on the shaking heart that connected the rubbish together shone red under the light, as if blood was flowing inside, and there was a dull sound from the inside of the huge heart.

The huge heartbeat and flowing blood gave everyone a strong shock. Before they could turn around, red blood suddenly splashed in their hearts, dyeing the other half of the white trash red.

The red liquid flowed down the "garbage" full of edges and corners, and flowed to Chen Li'an's arm along the hanging iron chain, instantly dyeing his white T-shirt red!
His strong arms were dripping with red liquid, and Chen Li'an's determined gaze made Chen Li'an look like he was full of hormones, especially when the red liquid flowed onto Chen Li'an's body, making the T-shirt stick tightly to his body, showing his muscle lines perfectly.

Everyone was so shocked by this scene that they were speechless for a long time. Looking at Chen Li'an, who seemed to be reborn from blood, he couldn't help holding his breath.

Zhang Guorong and Wang Zuxian in the crowd had strange lights in their eyes, and the princess even clamped her legs to support Liu Jialing, feeling that she was about to lose her standing.

Li Lizhen, who came over secretly, also stared blankly at Chen Li'an, her eyes were full of admiration and shock. Yesterday's semi-finished product was enough to shock her, but she didn't expect the complete work to be even more exaggerated!
Life Force Red Wave! ! !
Anyone who understands Chen Li'an's works seems to feel the power contained in the body of this mainland artist. This is not the power of him alone, but brought by a strong and self-improving nation!
Many Xiangjiang people suddenly seemed to understand something, squinted their eyes and meditated quietly, wondering if they were going to take the initiative to approach the mainland.

Everyone lost their words, even those annoying paparazzi kept their mouths open for a long time.

"Daluzai! I'm just writing gossip news, do you want to be so big!"

(End of this chapter)