fringe artist

Chapter 6 6. The End Is the Beginning

The bright red coals in the brazier are tirelessly releasing heat, and the rustling sound of the pencil across the paper is extraordinarily quiet.

Chen Li'an's slender fingers and the straight yellow wooden pencil look very good together.

Bai Qing squatted aside and looked at the short and smooth lines on the drawing paper. For the first time, he felt that the most basic and boring line practice was also very interesting.

The main reason is that Chen Li'an's fingers are very beautiful, the kind that makes people jealous.

"You are very talented, your hand is very steady, and your pen force is well controlled."

Chen Li'an didn't stop because of Bai Qing's praise, the light gray lines continued to increase on the drawing paper.

Bai Qing reached out and grabbed the pencil in Chen Li'an's hand, and changed the drawing paper again.

"I will teach you perspective and the relationship between light and shade, starting with the cube, maybe tomorrow you can try to copy the scene."

"I'm not in a hurry, I hope to truly become a painter." Chen Li'an looked at Bai Qing and said.

"No, you are really talented, you don't need to continue practicing lines."

Bai Qing pasted up the drawing paper, turned his head and looked around the room, and found a green brick as a still life. Few people would buy plaster cubes except for schools.

However, the difference between bricks is not big. It is enough to ignore its color and only look at the shape and light and shade.

Chen Li'an really wanted to learn oil painting, it would be too boring to live again and still be the same as before.

Chen Li'an feels like he is shooting a very interesting movie, the script is directed by himself, and he can experience different fun in this movie.

To sum it up in one word, it is reckless.

Be curious about everything and try it yourself.

Just like now, in order to make a movie, I come to the West Village to experience life and learn oil painting by the way.

Career and hobbies are carried out simultaneously, perfectly implementing Chen Li'an's life creed.

Twenty minutes later, Bai Qing looked at the painting on the drawing board with excellent modeling lines and light-dark relationship, and couldn't help but said to Chen Li'an: "You are really a genius, I am a little jealous."

"Don't be too encouraging, I'm not an encouraging personality." Chen Li'an put down the pencil in his hand and said.

Bai Qing grabbed a towel from the side, took Chen Li'an's hand, and wiped the pencil dust on his hands.

This kind of considerate behavior is not in line with her character, she just wants to take advantage.

Seeing the hands covered with pencil dust being wiped clean by himself little by little, Bai Qing felt extremely comfortable.

Chen Li'an watched Bai Qing's expression change, and suspected that she had a potential hand fetish.

"Is the teaching time over?" Bai Qing looked up at Chen Li'an with watery eyes.

Chen Li'an raised his hand and pinched Bai Qing's lips with his thumb, and said with a chuckle, "You are like a cat now."

Hearing this, Bai Qing stretched out his tongue and licked Chen Li'an's fingers, squinted his eyes and let out a coquettish panting similar to meowing.

The carbon in the brazier suddenly collapsed, scarlet sparks flew out of the basin and landed on the ground, colliding with dazzling sparks.

A single spark can start a prairie fire or ignite the strongest desires.

After a month and a half...

It was already warm in April, and the sunlight streaming in through the panes in the windows made a halo over a bouquet of fake flowers.

The canvas in front of Chen Li'an was covered with oil paints. The painting style was very good and the color matching was very harmonious, but the technique was too immature and the modeling was very problematic.

"The time is still too short..." Chen Li'an put down his paintbrush and inserted it into the bottle of turpentine.

Bai Qing came over and encouraged: "The first oil painting like this is already very good. You are very sensitive to colors, and the matching is very beautiful."

"Practice when you have time." Chen Li'an stood up, wiped his hands and turned to Bai Qing, "I'm leaving."

"Well, remember to come back and see me." Bai Qing lit a cigarette, his voice was a little hoarse, and his expression was a little lonely in the blue smoke.

Chen Li'an reached out to take the cigarette from Bai Qing's hand and threw it on the ground, then raised his foot to crush it out.

"Smoking less, I like your voice, don't let it turn into an ugly smoky voice."

Bai Qing looked at Chen Li'an and stretched out his arms to hug him, calling his name softly.

"Chen Lian...Chen Lian..."

Meeting by chance, the two are just passers-by in each other's lives.

It is enough to have each other for more than a month, and now the time has come, that is, the time to part.

Chen Li'an brushed his hair to reveal his handsome face, then pinched Bai Qing's chin, looked into her reddish eyes and said, "Contact me when you need me to be a model."

After speaking, Chen Li'an waved to Bai Qing gracefully, turned and left.

Looking at the back of Chen Li'an leaving, Bai Qing couldn't tell what he felt in his heart for a while, whether the relationship during this time was the lonely desire in emptiness or love.

Chen Li'an walked down the street with his hands in his pockets. After walking a few steps, he couldn't help but look back. After looking at it for a long time, he turned and left.

Some nostalgia are better kept in memory...

For more than a month, Chen Li'an has been living in Baiqing's rental house, learning oil painting from her and observing the artists in the West Village at close range.

With in-depth understanding, Chen Li'an found in Bai Qing the uneasiness, depression and despair of Qi Lei in the script.

However, Bai Qing is much better than Qi Lei. One is the confusion of completing a painting that has been suppressed in his heart for a long time, and the other is the confusion and despair of having no direction or goal at all.

Now that Chen Li'an has completed the character observation, he has completely turned into Qi Lei. The actor Chen Li'an has disappeared, and there is only Qi Lei who can't find the direction of his life.

In order to prevent his state from fluctuating, Chen Li'an didn't go home during this time, mainly because he was worried that Uncle Qi in the courtyard would kick him out of the drama.

At the place of the last audition, Wang Xiaoshuai and Shu Qi were sitting and smoking, and the camera and other actors were ready.

"Why hasn't Chen Li'an come yet?" Wang Xiaoshuai was a little anxious. It was hard to gather so many people today. If the leading actor didn't come, how could this movie be made.

Shu Qi glanced at her watch and said, "It's only nine o'clock now, and the appointed time is 09:30, why are you in a hurry."

"I heard that the male lead is handsome?" Ma Xiaoqing, the heroine in the movie, asked curiously.

"Very handsome, even more handsome than Li Ming." Shu Qi replied, puffing on a cigarette.

Ma Xiaoqing said with some disbelief, "Is that an exaggeration?"

Wang Xiaoshuai stomped out the cigarette butt and said, "It's not an exaggeration. In fact, I regret it a little now. It's not appropriate to be so handsome."

Shu Qi glanced at Wang Xiaoshuai and said nothing, what kind of bullshit theory is it "art" to be ugly?
Among the extremely cold actors, except for the two female characters who are good-looking, the other actors are hard to describe.

If it weren't for the lack of money, Shu Qi would have wanted to change people. If she had known, she wouldn't have accompanied Wang Xiaoshuai in this movie.

Now that there is finally a handsome male lead director who still dislikes him, I really don't know what he thinks!

Art movies can't do that either!
Ma Xiaoqing leaned against the wall, took out a pack of cigarettes from her jacket pocket, took a puff and said, "There's nothing wrong with being handsome, as long as you can act."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to act because I'm too handsome."

Wang Xiaoshuai was a little worried. Over the past month or so, he regretted choosing Chen Li'an.

The role of Qi Lei is not easy to play. It is difficult for ordinary people to act out the turbulent emotions and struggles under the calm surface.

Shu Qi said: "It's already this time, don't think so much, at least the image and temperament are very suitable."

At this time, Chen Li'an walked in, wearing a two-piece suit on his upper body, a loose white short-sleeved T-shirt over a black long-sleeved T-shirt.

The bright side face of a girl is painted on the white T-shirt, this painting was drawn by Bai Qing, let Chen Li'an not forget her.

In this kind of weather, Chen Li'an was wearing very thin clothes, and people with a slightly weaker body might catch a cold.

The appearance of Chen Li'an made the room fall into a brief silence, and then Shu Qi stood up and welcomed, "Li'an is here."

Chen Li'an nodded at Shu Qi and asked in a calm and numb voice: "Call me Qi Lei after joining the group. When will the filming start?"

Shu Qi stopped in her footsteps, looked at Chen Li'an's dumb state, and then looked back at Wang Xiaoshuai with disbelief in her eyes.

As if to say, are you sure he can't act well?

He has been a director for many years, and he can clearly tell that Chen Li'an's current state is completely different from the last time we met. Chen Li'an was just melancholy before, but now he can feel the cold death aura in him.

This is already in play!
(End of this chapter)