Rebirth of the rich and famous

Chapter 197 Under the Moonlight

Wang Weijia's final decision made things a little complicated.

The two Ms. Ye, who already looked down upon each other, had no choice but to obey Wang Weijia's wishes.However, although he did as he said, the process of painting was not exactly as Wang Weijia expected.

The body painting that will appear in the movie was painted in Mingyue's room under the moonlit night after Hua and Mingyue got married.

Because of the venue, Ye Ying had to stay in the inn. Although she didn't say anything, she was obviously not in a good mood.Staying in the room with Song Xiaoye, I can't even mobilize my emotions.

Leaning halfway on the bed, covered with a veil of tulle, although Ye Ying is over 40, she still shows a charming charm in such a moonlit night.If only her expression could be softer.

Eyebrows raised, Ye Ying looked at Song Xiaoye, already very impatient, "Ye Xiao, when did you start drawing?! Didn't you say that the painting is very good? Why haven't you moved a single stroke until now!"

Covering her nose, she complained, "This smell is really bad..."

Song Xiaoye didn't speak, she put the cap on the turpentine bottle with a smile, and then raised her head to look at Ye Ying.

The canvas in front of him has not been painted except for the background color treatment.Even, she used toning oil and turpentine to adjust for a long time, but she didn't even adjust the paint.

Although Lijiang in March is not particularly cold, for Ye Ying who has no clothes on, it is still suffering.

But, she really didn't mean to trick Ye Ying.

"Sister Ying, to be honest, if you are always in this state, then it is really difficult for me to draw—you know, what I want to draw is not Ye Ying, the queen of the movie, but the widow who runs the inn and raises her daughter alone , is also the middle-aged woman who suddenly fell in love with a strange man—your expression is really inappropriate—even, unlike that graceful international superstar!"

"Ha!" Ye Ying sneered, "I didn't look at it anymore, and the kitten stretched out its paw to scratch me!"

"Yeah, no one is watching!" Song Xiaoye looked at her with a smile, not angry.

Now she feels more and more that even if she wants to quarrel with others, it's better not to get angry, otherwise, no matter how much you quarrel, you will lose.Although it is still difficult, she is working hard to do it.

Looking at Song Xiaoye coldly, Ye Ying suddenly sneezed with an "ah chirp".

Rubbing her nose, Ye Ying was a little embarrassed, "Hurry up and draw, if I catch a cold, you can't afford it..."

"Then see if Sister Ying can't cooperate? Maybe, you can treat me as your beloved painter Hua!"

After giving Song Xiaoye a blank look, Ye Ying pulled down the tulle that covered the important parts of her body, but her expression changed, there was no such sharp feeling on her face, but gentleness.

The hazy moonlight casts from the window, reflecting on the woman lying on the bed.

She was dressed in a tulle to cover her body, but it did not reduce the temptation, on the contrary, there was a faint sense of charm.On the woman's face, there was a bit of shyness and a bit of embarrassment, as if she was extremely embarrassed to be exposed in front of others like this.But, in that embarrassment, there was a bit of pride, because the person standing in front of her had her image in his eyes?
In the eyes that stared at him, the enthusiasm hidden under the reserve revealed a deep affection, but in that affection, there was also some apprehension.

Will this man who broke into her life disappear eventually?Just like he suddenly appeared...

Although she was not in front of the camera, at this moment, what appeared in front of Song Xiaoye was not Ye Ying, the international superstar actress, but Ming Yue, that middle-aged woman who was in love and nervous, a mother, and a woman who fell in love. mother in.

Song Xiaoye stared fixedly at Ye Ying's figure, then suddenly picked up the paint in her hand and squeezed it onto the palette in her hand.

Stirring the paint with two mixed oils, Song Xiaoye held the palette in one hand and the brush in the other, and began to paint directly on the treated canvas.

Ye Ying raised her eyebrows and snorted softly, "Are you really a master?! You don't even need to start a manuscript?"

Song Xiaoye ignored her, but concentrated all her energy on the painting in front of her, toning and coloring, the paintbrush in her hand was smeared, swept, kneaded or patted, and the paint in the palette was applied to the canvas.Occasionally, she would raise her head to look at Ye Ying.

At least, from Ye Ying's point of view, Song Xiaoye was painting various colors irregularly.

"It's about to open a paint shop..." Ye Ying muttered in a low voice, but Ye Ying couldn't help but hit her back twice.

It has been more than two hours since Song Xiaoye started painting. She just lay down like this, not daring to change her expression and posture. She just felt more tired than usual when filming.

"Can I move?"

Asked again, seeing that Song Xiaoye didn't say anything, Ye Ying also lost patience, sat up directly, pulled the towel blanket over the bed, wrapped her body and jumped out of the bed.

As if she didn't see Ye Ying getting up, Song Xiaoye's eyes were fixed on the canvas, and the paintbrush in her hand, like the long beak of a crane, lightly paused on the screen.

Ye Ying turned behind Song Xiaoye, her eyes fell on the canvas, and she raised her eyebrows unconsciously.

The oil painting on the screen already has a general appearance.

Although she doesn't know how to paint, she is still attracted by this unfinished painting.

In the upper left corner of the painting, there are large patches of yellow.However, although it is the same yellow, it has different shades, different shades, dazzling and warm, just like——

It's the moonlight streaming in, illuminating the dizzy small room.

The dark wooden building, the old wooden bed, the woman lying on the bed, covered by light gauze, although she is not naked, but her skin that is partly visible is glowing with a touch of warmth against the backdrop of the moonlight...

Although the details of the face have not been fully outlined, Ye Ying finally believes that this Ye Xiao really knows how to draw just by looking at the picture composed of dark and light color blocks.

Rich and fresh colors, very three-dimensional composition, this painting is very beautiful...

Looking at Ye Xiao who didn't seem to notice that she was standing behind her, Ye Ying turned her head, thought about it, and couldn't help but smile.

This girl is really strange.

Today's female stars are comparing each other who is more beautiful, who earns more, and who has no time to learn any skills seriously. Even acting, they seem impetuous.

But this Ye Xiao, I heard that he can sing Yue opera and also know kung fu, so that's all, and he can also use it in acting.But, I didn't expect to be able to paint!

Perhaps, in the new generation, there are few such versatile people, right?

Shaking her head, Ye Ying didn't bother to pick Ye Xiao's thorns anymore, she went back to the bed, wrapped herself in a towel and fell asleep.

Seeing Ye Xiao's painting, she should already have a plan in mind, and she doesn't need to be troubled, it's better to sleep first.People are getting older, but they can't stand such hardships.

Drowsily falling asleep, Ye Ying opened her eyes a few times when she was half asleep and half awake, and she could always see Song Xiaoye's figure under the dim light.The smell of oil and paint lingered in her dreams.

When Ye Ying woke up, it was already dawn.Ye Xiao collapsed on the rattan chair and fell asleep.Techeng was even holding the paintbrush, and the paint was not completely dry on the palette at his feet.

Ye Ying didn't have any clothes on, so she just walked over wrapped in a blanket.She really wanted to know what she looked like in Ye Xiao's pen.

Standing in front of the easel, the sunlight outside the window fell on the oil painting, and the colors on the painting seemed to be shining with a moving luster in the sunlight.

Ye Ying squinted her eyes before she could see the oil painting clearly.

If what I saw last night was just a rough sketch, then the oil painting now is a fine work that has been finely processed.

The originally blurred facial contours are now completely drawn, and it can be seen clearly that the person in the painting is very similar to Ye Ying.It's just that the temperament is more gentle, the beautiful face has a hesitant expression, and the eyes are soft, with a deep and indescribable feeling.

Here, the painting is about the bright moon—really, it is the woman who is looking at her lover, with the fire of love rekindled after being lonely for a long time, and the unspeakable anxiety.

Unexpectedly, Ye Xiao actually drew it with the brush in his hand—and, the painting was so emotional, as if the person who painted it was really a man looking at the woman he loves, pouring all his feelings towards this woman in.Sensitively capturing her beauty and her intense emotion...

Turning her head to look at the woman who was sleeping deeply, Ye Ying's expression was a little more appreciative.

In just one night, she completed this oil painting, much, much earlier than Wang Weijia gave her.

Maybe, if she is not an actress, she will be a great painter, right?
There was a knock on the door, and hearing Heidi's cry outside, Ye Ying frowned, walked over to open the door, subconsciously raised her index finger, and let out a soft "shh".

Heidi understood and entered the room lightly.

Ye Ying took the paper bag that Heidi handed over, and looked back at Song Xiaoye, who seemed to hear the voice, and was frowning slightly, suddenly felt that her cautiousness was a bit ridiculous.

It's already dawn, isn't it?

Raising her eyebrows, she walked into the bathroom with her slippers on, and didn't deliberately keep silent.

Heidi blinked, turned her head to the side to look at the oil painting that was still wet.

"Wow, it's really beautiful!" Muttering, Heidi saw a few upside-down drawing boards piled up in the corner, and couldn't help turning around.

"This, isn't it finished?" These paintings are only partly painted, and one can tell that they are unfinished works of that oil painting.

"This—oh, I see, it was used during filming..." Guessing the purpose, Heidi stood up excitedly, but when she stepped back, she stepped on the palette and almost fell, and her whole body hit the wicker chair .

"Ah..." With a low moan, Song Xiaoye was woken up by the bump.

Holding her left shoulder with her right hand, Song Xiaoye frowned, even a thin layer of sweat broke out on her forehead.

Startled, Heidi looked at Song Xiaoye and panicked, "Did I hit your shoulder?"

Song Xiaoye swallowed, shook her head, "It's none of your business."

Although she was bumped a bit, Song Xiaoye knew that the shoulder injury was more swollen because she held the palette with her left hand all night.

It's been a long time since she painted oil painting, and she didn't expect that she would have such great enthusiasm.

The whole night, without closing her eyes, she not only completed the oil painting, but also painted several semi-finished oil paintings to varying degrees that will be used in the shooting.

What was supposed to be completed in a week, she completed overnight - which she didn't even expect.

just now……

Looking up at the completed oil painting, Song Xiaoye raised the corners of her mouth and unconsciously revealed a smile.

Whether she likes Ye Ying or not, she really likes this oil painting she named "Under the Moonlight"...

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