fringe artist

Chapter 279. 277. The Wet Paintbrush
On the noisy street, pedestrians were in a hurry, Chen Lian leaned on the railing on the side of the road, all the pedestrians on the side of the road were in a hurry, only he was very leisurely doing nothing.

And he found a very interesting thing, most of the female celebrities he met in Xiangjiang were semi-retired.

This may be caused by his subconscious mind, he is not willing to have too much contact with those female stars who want to be popular and make money.

It's not that Chen Li'an doesn't want to spend money on women, but that he doesn't want to spend that effort.

Most people who want money have more thoughts and want to marry into a wealthy family. It is not something you can solve by giving money or coaxing a few words.

Chen Li'an prefers emotional people, and he is not willing to get in touch with people who are too rational and realistic.

In other words, Chen Li'an likes to play emotional games instead of throwing money out of boredom, just like Neptune never wants to go to the club, and he will be laughed at if he speaks out.

Chen Li'an took off his mask and took a deep breath. He couldn't understand why Zhou Huimin asked him out for shopping, whether he wanted to stir up scandals or simply wanted to experience the life of ordinary people.

Hope not the former.

Chen Li'an leaned on the railing and looked at the busy street, feeling a little bored, and Zhou Huimin went out too slowly.

After waiting for another 10 minutes, Chen Li'an's cell phone rang. He picked up the cell phone and looked at it. It was Zhou Huimin calling.

So he got on the phone, and before he could speak, he heard Zhou Huimin shout happily on the phone: "I saw you!"

Chen Li'an turned his head and looked around, and finally saw him across the street.Zhou Huimin was wearing a beige windbreaker and fisherman's hat, which looked ordinary and not very conspicuous in the crowd.

After losing the halo on the stage, celebrities are no different from ordinary people, except that they look better.

But who can tell if it looks good while wearing a mask?

Chen Li'an looked at Zhou Huimin on the opposite side and said to the phone: "You wait for me there, I'll be there right away."

"it is good!"

After Chen Li'an hung up the phone, he glanced at the railing in front of him and then at the long street, feeling a little troubled by Xiangjiang's road design.

To get to the other side of the street, he had to walk a few hundred meters to the overpass passage to go around.

The completely different design from the mainland made Chen Li'an feel very uncomfortable, and even felt that such a design was anti-human.

Chen Li'an intends to learn how to flip through the movies, but he gave up this plan after taking a look at the policemen in military uniforms patrolling not far away.

Chen Li'an walked towards the bridge passage closest to him, and Zhou Huimin who was on the opposite side also walked in that direction after seeing it.

Chen Li'an and Zhou Huimin looked at each other at a distance of more than ten meters, with smiles on their faces, it seemed that the boring journey became romantic.

Whenever a car passed by and blocked the sight of the two of them before disappearing, they could still catch each other's figure at the first time, and their eyes were intertwined from a distance.

The distance of several hundred meters and a road separating them made them feel like an idol drama.

In the narrow and long overpass, among the pedestrians passing by, Chen Li'an and Zhou Huimin, who were facing each other from a distance, stared at each other through the crowd. As the two got closer, the pace of their feet gradually accelerated.

Zhou Huimin looked at Chen Li'an who was walking towards her, and felt her heartbeat gradually speeding up. Such a scene and feeling made her feel very romantic.

When the two of them were only a few steps away, Zhou Huimin suddenly jogged, and stopped in front of Chen Li'an, panting slightly, and looked into his eyes.

At that moment just now, Zhou Huimin even wanted to reach out and hug Chen Li'an, but he stopped in the end, that was too unreserved.

Zhou Huimin didn't know what this feeling meant, she just felt that at this moment she wanted to hug Chen Li'an tightly.

The feeling of rushing in both directions just now made her heart pound, and she felt like she was in love.

If this is a TV series, the camera lens should start to rotate and zoom out at this time.

Chen Li'an looked at Zhou Huimin and laughed, and stretched out his hand to look at her.At this time, a ray of sunlight slanted through the glass of the passage and shone on Chen Li'an's body, Zhou Huimin felt in a daze that Chen Li'an was glowing when he smiled.

Bai Nen's slender little hand also involuntarily lifted up and placed in Chen Li'an's palm, and then was tightly held by Chen Li'an's broad palm.

The warm feeling on the palm made Zhou Huimin's heart beat faster, this may be the feeling of heartbeat.

Ten minutes later, Chen Li'an took Zhou Huimin's hand and strolled down the street.

The two cuddled together and whispered like ordinary young couples, and occasionally went in to take a look at interesting shops when they saw them.

When passing by a video store, Zhou Huimin dragged Chen Li'an in, rummaged through the shelves, and immediately became happy after finding the album he just released this year.

She still remembered that Chen Li'an said that he liked the songs in this album the most.

Zhou Huimin looked at Chen Li'an with the record and asked curiously: "Why do you like that song, maybe it's time to break up?"

"You are the most beautiful because you are single." Chen Li'an took the album from Zhou Huimin's hand and looked at the cover, and said with a smile: "This photo is very beautiful, you are suitable for a white dress."

On the cover, Zhou Huimin was wearing a white dress and stepped on the gravel with bare feet, looking extraordinarily pure.

"Then I'll give it to you!" Zhou Huimin smiled, tilted her head to look at Chen Li'an and asked, "Do you want me to sign it for you?"

"Yes, but can I sign it somewhere else?" Chen Li'an put down the album and looked at Zhou Huimin and asked.

Zhou Huimin asked inexplicably, "Where is the signature?"

"This." Chen Li'an pointed to his chest.

Hearing Chen Li'an's words, Zhou Huimin obviously misunderstood, and a shy joy appeared on his face. Does this mean to put himself in his heart?

Zhou Huimin woke up after a moment of innocence. How could such a man fall in love with someone so easily? Then he meant something?

Zhou Huimin blushed for some unknown thought, looked at Chen Li'an and whispered softly, "I can't sign here either."

"Then when you have time, let's sign again." Chen Li'an took Zhou Huimin's hand and paid for the album, then went home with her.

There was no change in Zhou Huimin's house, the only difference from the last time Chen Li'an saw it was that the painting was finished.

Chen Li'an walked over to take a closer look, then turned to Zhou Huimin and said, "You draw very well, you are really talented."

"Really?" Zhou Huimin looked at Chen Li'an happily and said, "But I always feel that I didn't master the technique you taught me last time, and I couldn't control the brushwork when I finished it."

Hearing this, Chen Li'an bent down to pick up an unused paintbrush, and said to Zhou Huimin, "Hold out your hand."

Zhou Huimin stretched out her hand obediently, waiting for Chen Li'an to hold her hand and draw like last time.

It's just that Chen Li'an didn't put the paintbrush in her hand, but took the paintbrush and drew on her palm.

"Feel it carefully, when the brush is lifted up at the end, tick it lightly."

The moment the soft brush brushed across her palm, Zhou Huimin couldn't help curling up her palm, and the crisp, itchy feeling spread to her heart through the palm.

"Did you feel it?" Chen Li'an raised his pen and looked at Zhou Huimin and asked.

Zhou Huimin bit her lip and shook her head lightly, then opened her palm and looked at him firmly.

The corner of Chen Li'an's mouth curled up, and he took the paintbrush and drew another stroke on her palm.The itchy feeling struck again, and Zhou Huimin couldn't help squinting his eyes, like a kitten whose chin was scratched.

Chen Li'an didn't ask her if she felt it this time, and continued to paint lightly on her body with a paintbrush.

Zhou Huimin couldn't help but snorted coquettishly, Chen Li'an paused when he heard the voice, Zhou Huimin reacted, looked at him with a blushing face and said, "It's so itchy. The palms are too itchy."

That sound just now was really too shameful, and it's not like doing that kind of thing, how could it be called so... so charming.

Chen Li'an put down his brush and said nonchalantly, "Then change the place?"

"Where to change?" Zhou Huimin's breathing became a little short, as if he was looking forward to Chen Li'an changing places.

Chen Li'an took the paintbrush and twirled it on his fingers a few times, then used the brush tip to gently sweep over Zhou Huimin's fair neck, and finally stopped on her chin, and said softly, "Can it be anywhere?"

Zhou Huimin squinted her eyes, her ears were already red, she looked at Chen Li'an with emotional eyes and nodded slightly.

The paintbrush in Chen Li'an's hand brushed upwards along Zhou Huimin's jawline, and gently turned around on her reddish earlobes.

"Hmm." Zhou Huimin hummed with her mouth slightly opened, and she fell limply into Chen Li'an's arms, raised her head and looked at him in a daze, and said, "Let's go to the room, shall we?"

Hearing the words, Chen Li'an wrapped her arms around her slender waist and picked her up, and walked towards Zhou Huimin's boudoir, with the pen dangling gently in mid-air with his fingers.

With a bang, the door of the bedroom was closed, and after a while, a lot of clothes were scattered on the floor of the bedroom.

In the quiet living room, the voices from the bedroom could be vaguely heard, and the crisp, numb and melodious voice was like a lark, sometimes mellow and sometimes high-pitched.

I don't know how long it took before the movement in the bedroom calmed down. A wet paintbrush fell on the clothes on the ground. The soft brush was covered with crystal clear and viscous liquid, which flowed down the smooth barrel to a white cloud. On a lace dress.

Zhou Huimin stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling that he had rediscovered the concept of painting, and for the first time clearly knew how much difference his painting skills were from Chen Li'an.

Master A true master never cares where he paints, and even brings his own white paint. Well, he also brings his own water to mix the paint.

It turns out that there is still this kind of painting method in watercolor painting. I really have a lot of experience.
Chen Li'an may not be a good teacher, sometimes he is too focused on his own feelings, and he doesn't know whether Zhou Huimin has learned or not.

Chen Li'an bent down to pick up the paintbrush, pinched the brush with his fingertips, and sticky and greasy water droplets immediately dripped down and landed on Zhou Huimin's body.

"Have you learned it after teaching you for so long?"

Zhou Huimin glanced down, wiped off the water stains on the little pink strawberry with her fingers, gave Chen Li'an a charming look, and then said weakly: "Do you think I can learn it just now?"

Chen Li'an sighed, he really isn't a good teacher, the teaching method is not right, it's better to teach her by hand.

After Zhou Huimin rested, the two returned to the easel and changed to a new drawing paper. Chen Li'an held Zhou Huimin's hand and carefully taught her how to master different painting skills.

Zhou Huimin looked at the beautiful colors painted by the brush on the drawing paper, and couldn't help but look down at her fair calf, wondering what it would look like if it was painted on her body.

But she was a little embarrassed to say this, so she deliberately lifted her calf while dipping the paint, and the blue left on the brush immediately painted a beautiful color on her pure white ankle.

Chen Li'an took back the pen and was about to wipe it off for her, when Zhou Huimin gasped and said, "It's pretty pretty, like body paint."

Chen Li'an paused for a moment, then turned to look at Zhou Huimin who was blushing.

Zhou Huimin was a little shy and didn't dare to look at Chen Li'an, she lowered her head and kept looking at her fair ankle.

After taking a look, Chen Li'an dipped the color on the palette with a paintbrush, reached out and grabbed Zhou Huimin's calf, the brush fell gently, and the cold paint immediately spread on Zhou Huimin's fair calf.

The next time is Chen Li'an's creation time. It is also the first time for him to try body painting, so he is extra serious, thinking about how to design patterns while painting.

Time passed in Chen Li'an's focused creation.
Chen Li'an left Zhou Huimin's house at noon the next day. Art creation really consumed energy, and he hadn't closed his eyes for almost 24 hours.

However, Chen Li'an felt that he was still very excited and energetic. If Wang Zuxian hadn't made a few calls, he would still want to continue.

Zhou Huimin also wished that Chen Li'an would leave as soon as possible, he couldn't stop for a moment!Are you not tired?The energy is really strong, I finally exhausted it, and after a while, I am full of energy again!
Chen Li'an couldn't help sighing, he just loves art, art is addictive, he can't touch it, if he touches it, he can't quit, and he doesn't want to.

But Chen Li'an had to go back quickly, otherwise Wang Zuxian would blow up the phone, and he didn't know what it would be to him.

After Chen Li'an rushed back to Wang Zuxian's house, he saw her sitting on the sofa waiting for him with her arms folded.

"What's the matter? What's the matter so anxious?" Chen Li'an walked over and asked.

"Why did you go yesterday?"

"I went to paint, and I met an artist from Xiangjiang. I had a good chat in the art space before, so I went to see her studio and discussed several techniques of watercolor painting together."

After speaking, Chen Li'an deliberately rolled up his sleeves, and the paint stained on the cuffs just swayed in front of Wang Zuxian's eyes.

Wang Zuxian sniffed her nose and smelled the smell of paint on Chen Li'an's body. Only then did she dispel her doubts, her expression relaxed slightly, and she got down to business.

"Sister Shufen called back. My brother's condition is very serious. Although a doctor has controlled it, he still has a high fever, vomiting and diarrhea." Wang Zuxian said a little angrily when she said this: "Sister Shufen wants to bring my brother back. The Wang family Haven’t returned everyone’s passports and stopped them from returning them!”

Chen Li'an's expression changed, and then he remembered that Wang Jiawei was a bad-headed person. During the filming of Happy Together, because he didn't finish the script and didn't know where to go to shoot, he was worried that the crew would run away, so he took away their passports. Woke up.

It's fine to put it away, he didn't care about Zhang Guorong's illness and infection of the virus, he wandered around with the photographer every day, and didn't care about the actor's life or death at all.

The more Chen Li'an thought about it, the more angry he got, he immediately stood up and said, "Call and book tickets right away, I'll go to Argentina now."

"Okay, I'll go with you!"

　I will make up for yesterday, and I will update two chapters tonight, but it will be a little later. Fortunately, I will not go to work tomorrow, happy!
　　
　
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