fringe artist

Chapter 87

There are a lot of public housing in Xiangjiang, and half of the people in Xiangjiang live in public housing.

The towering and dense public housing is like a monster standing on the ground, swallowing all the dilapidated corners of Xiangjiang.

The dark and long corridor is narrow and cramped. There are some old things piled up at the door of each house in the corridor. Several teenagers are playing and chasing in the corridor, skillfully avoiding every pile of debris.

Chen Li'an leaned against the wall and let the children pass through, but the camera lens in his hand accurately captured the moment when the children turned their heads and laughed.

The bad environment does not seem to be able to stop their happiness. Behind the children in the camera, two young people in their 20s have numb eyes and look tired, which is in stark contrast to the bright and pure smile.

Xiangjiang has a glamorous side, but also a poor and dilapidated side. Chen Li'an passed by the pigeon cages and listened to the noise from every house.

The contents of these sounds vary, but mixed together form only two words, poor.

The salary level in Xiangjiang is much higher than that in the mainland, but the happiness index of life is much lower. The same thing has two completely different prices in Xiangjiang and the mainland.

Living materials are not the most intuitive, these pigeon cages are the most intuitive.

Several members of a family live in a house of less than [-] square meters, and this is the normal life of most people. It is difficult for Chen Li'an to imagine the feeling of living in a pigeon cage for decades.

The real Hong Kong is very different from the movies. In the era when Hong Kong movies were rampant, many mainlanders had a beautiful imagination of Hong Kong, but they didn’t know what the real Hong Kong was like.

Just like the free and equal capitalist society in America's blockbuster, you can do whatever you want, pick up girls if you want, and you can do it if you want to save the world.

The actual free America is full of all kinds of contempt chains and all kinds of invisible exploitation.

Of course, all of this does not exist for the rich in the United States, but in which country will the rich in this world have a bad life?

Don’t the rich people in Xiangjiang also live a good life, go out and ride Mercedes-Benz and Rolls-Royce, and go home to live in a villa and sleep on a big bed with Xiaomi in your arms.

Chen Li'an walked through the pigeon cages, and met many positive and hard-working people, as well as many decadent and complaining people.

But numbness is the norm. At this moment, Chen Li'an felt like a sixth-generation director in the mainland, but he didn't have so much sense of mission and uncontrollable desire to shout.

Not wanting to reveal or call for anything, just interested in this paradoxical city.

Chen Li'an's desire to create is just because he finds it novel and fun, not profound or great.

But it is very objective, without any personal emotional bias, after all, I have never studied in Agence France-Presse.

After consuming all the film in several public housing buildings, Chen Li'an left leisurely on his bicycle.

In a photo studio in Mongkok, Chen Li'an spent several hundred Hong Kong dollars to borrow a darkroom, and spent two hours developing all the photos.

The size of each of Chen Li'an's photos is not big, only three inches and about the size of a playing card. The color of the photos is dark and the composition is depressing. The size is too small and does not seem to have too much impact.

Chen Li'an arranged hundreds of photos one by one, and then bought four oversized photo frames. Chen Li'an pasted the arranged photos in the large photo frames in order.

When dozens of photos were arranged and combined into the shape of public housing buildings, a sense of oppression and suffocation came from these photos instantly.

Chen Li'an is very satisfied with his work this time, but he still has some regrets. The size of the photo should be reduced a little, so that the impact will be stronger.

But no matter how small the size is, many details in the photo will not be visible clearly, and we can only compromise.

After Chen Li'an combined and pasted all the photos in three photo frames, he put them into a big bag and rode back on his bike.

Back at Zhang Guorong's villa, the strong sense of contradiction and conflict came again. From the small and dark pigeon cage to the spacious, bright and luxuriously decorated villa, it is not too magical.

Especially when Chen Lian saw Zhang Guorong and Wang Zuxian sitting on the carpet playing video games, he felt that the bag containing the photos in his hand became heavy.

However, when Chen Li'an saw the first-generation PS game console that had just been released for a few days, he quickly threw away the negative emotions in his heart.

Whoever you love, playing games is the most important thing!
However, there were not many PS games in the first generation, and only Ridge Racing was interesting among the first games.

Chen Li'an threw the photo on the sofa and sat next to Zhang Guorong. Zhang Guorong turned his head and glanced at Chen Li'an, then continued playing games.

Chen Li'an glanced at Wang Zuxian, who was not in high spirits, thought for a while and still didn't grab her controller, turned his head and grabbed the game controller from Zhang Guorong's hand unceremoniously, and prepared to have a friendly match with Wang Zuxian with great interest!

Zhang Guorong was caught off guard, and immediately wanted to grab the controller back, but Chen Li'an deftly dodged it.

"Let me play for a while, you've been playing for so long, don't be so stingy!" After Chen Li'an quickly chose the car, he shouted at Wang Zuxian: "Get started, hurry up."

Wang Zuxian looked at Chen Li'an and Zhang Guorong who were fighting, and was also infected by this emotion. The smile on the corner of her mouth became much brighter, and playing games was quite fun.

"Snatch my game console as soon as you come back, you'd better do your art!" Zhang Guorong jumped up and wanted to snatch back the handle that Chen Lian was holding above his head, but Chen Lian himself was taller than him and stood on tiptoes, snatching a loneliness.

Zhang Guorong who jumped up is also 1.8 meters five!

Feeling humiliated by Chen Li'an, Zhang Guorong kicked him angrily, and then turned his gaze to Wang Zuxian.

Wang Zuxian suddenly became playful, moved back while holding the handle, and looked at Zhang Guorong pretending to be defensive.

Zhang Guorong: "." It's so boring!
Chen Li'an laughed, pushed Zhang Guorong aside and sat next to Wang Zuxian, and said excitedly, "Get started."

Seeing Zhang Guorong's deflated look, Wang Zuxian couldn't help laughing too, then handed over the handle in his hand and said, "Brother, let me play with you."

Seeing Wang Zuxian in a much better mood, Zhang Guorong and Chen Li'an looked at each other, then waved their hands and said, "Go ahead and play mahjong, I'll get someone to play mahjong."

After Zhang Guorong finished speaking, he went to shake people. His poker friends were all busy people, and he didn't know who he could ask out.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Guorong returned to the living room and looked at Chen Li'an and Wang Zuxian who were playing games. A thought suddenly came to his mind, if Chen Li'an was more affectionate, he would be a good match with Wang Zuxian.

It's a pity. He is an amorous person.

Chen Li'an and Wang Zuxian sat together for several consecutive matches, and each time ended with Wang Zuxian failing.

When Chen Li'an's car rushed to the finish line with a slight advantage, Wang Zuxian also recovered her straightforward temperament and shook her hand angrily, and the loose ponytail behind her head followed suit.

The ends of the hair drew a graceful arc in the air, brushed against Chen Li'an's side face, and a fragrance immediately permeated the tip of Chen Li'an's nose.

Chen Li'an touched his itchy nose, turned his head to look at Wang Zuxian's hair scattered on his cheek, subconsciously wanted to reach out
"What are you doing!?" Zhang Guorong rushed over and grabbed Chen Li'an's finger and asked.

Chen Li'an looked like a little hooligan who was caught, and said with a little embarrassment: "...she just had bugs in her hair."

"I warn you, don't get Zu Xian's idea!" Zhang Guorong looked at Chen Li'an seriously, like an old hen guarding chickens.

Wang Zuxian turned her head and looked at Chen Li'an's hand that was held by Zhang Guorong. After a little thought, she understood what happened just now. She felt a little weird in her heart, not to say she hated it, but she wasn't shy either.

After all, Chen Li'an gave her a good impression, mainly because his face was really lethal.

Chen Li'an withdrew his hand, met the eyes of Zhang Guorong and Wang Zuxian, shrugged his shoulders and said: "It's not a subconscious reaction, it's nothing else."

Zhang Guorong snorted, pulling Chen Lian to take him away from Wang Zuxian, Wang Zuxian had enough troubles now, he didn't want Chen Lian to get involved now.

Chen Li'an stood up speechless, and complained softly beside Zhang Guorong: "Why are you guarding against me like you are guarding against thieves? You know me, and I never take the initiative."

"Hehe. Do you believe it yourself?" Zhang Guorong sneered, and dragged Chen Li'an to the side.

When passing by the sofa, Chen Li'an looked at the bag with the photo frame, and then remembered that today's group photo has been washed.

"Wait a minute, where are you going to take me?" Chen Li'an broke away from Zhang Guorong's hand, then picked up the bag and said, "The photos taken this morning have been developed, let me show you."

Speaking of this, Zhang Guorong became interested, and put aside what happened just now, and said with interest: "Take it out and let me see, I must take better pictures than you."

Chen Li'an gave Zhang Guorong a blank look, found the photo from his bag and handed it to him, "Don't be so confident, the gap between you and me is as far as ten streets."

After listening to Chen Li'an's words, Wang Zuxian immediately became interested. Not knowing why he was so confident, she hurried over to see how he took pictures of herself.

Zhang Guorong took the photo, and after looking at it for a second, his first reaction was to put the one he took in his pocket, it's really incomparable!

The Wang Zuxian he photographed was forced to do business with a strong smile. The Wang Zuxian photographed by Chen Li'an had a faint glint in his eyes, which seemed to slip away in the next second. The exquisite facial features were slightly sad, but there was a trace of stability in the depths of the misty eyes. .

There is a peerless beauty who lives in a deep valley.

This is the word that came to Zhang Guorong's mind. I really feel that the gap between myself and Chen Li'an in photography is too big. Fortunately, I am not bad in other aspects, otherwise I will really be hit with confidence.

Wang Zuxian trotted over and moved to Zhang Guorong's side. She was taken aback when she saw herself in the photo, and couldn't believe that the person in the photo was herself.

In the past few months, every time she looked in the mirror, she saw a face full of misery and troubles. Even the reporter secretly photographed herself with all kinds of derogatory words.

The world is very different, just like people who live in a pigeon cage and people who live in a villa.

The aesthetics of human beings are also very different, just like in the eyes of Chen Li'an, Wang Zuxian is beautiful, and those who watch the jokes see Wang Zuxian as a resentful woman.

Wang Zuxian raised her head to look at Chen Li'an's side face that was shining in the sun, and she was moved in her heart. She had never realized that she had such a beautiful side in such a state.

It turns out that there are still people who can appreciate their own beauty without strange eyes
(End of this chapter)