Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 392 390. Rescue the fallen girl

There are many kinds of painting postures, and there are many kinds of painting materials. Human beings are always not satisfied with the existing art forms and painting materials, and they never return on the road of exploring art.

Perhaps the predecessors were too good at painting, or perhaps the descendants were limited by traditional artistic thinking and found it difficult to reach historical heights in traditional painting.

Innovating with the old has become the only way out. Every night, countless artists scratch their heads and think about how to innovate in art.

But sometimes it’s useless to think too much, just keep doing it.

Chen Li'an looked at the fine beads of sweat on the back of Zhou Huimin's neck, and watched her concentrate on painting up and down. She would paint to the deepest point every time, and then pull the brush to the highest point, and so on over and over again.

The brush is very wet and full of water stains. This is what gouache painting is. Painting is easier when there is more water. Zhou Huimin is best at gouache painting, perhaps because she seems to be made of water.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Huimin suddenly pulled the brush up and out of her control. The white paint on the brush was all thrown onto her body. The spots looked more like works of art than the gouache painting.

Chen Li'an looked at the completed painting and breathed out lightly. Although he didn't move much, he provided the brushes and paints as indispensable objects for this painting.

After a long period of creation, Zhou Huimin completely fell into silence after all his inspiration burst. He lost all his strength and lay weakly on Chen Li'an's lap.

After resting for a while, Chen Li'an picked Zhou Huimin up to rest.

The early winter in Xiangjiang is also warm. Chen Li'an likes the winter here very much. Even if the heating is not turned on, he can take a bath comfortably.

After playing mahjong all night last night and painting with Zhou Huimin in the morning, Chen Li'an felt a little sleepy. He quickly dried himself off and then carried Zhou Huimin to the bedroom and fell asleep deeply.

When Chen Li'an woke up again, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon. Zhou Huimin had already woken up and was sitting on the sofa in the living room with bare legs looking at the gift Chen Li'an gave him.

A beautiful diamond necklace, and a bank card. Zhou Huimin didn't know how much money was in the card, but with Chen Li'an's character, he couldn't get away with a small amount of money. Zhou Huimin didn't guess, just threw the card aside, Facing the sun and admiring the sparkling light of the diamond necklace.

Chen Li'an walked over and took the necklace from her hand, and said softly: "I'll put it on for you."

"Okay." Zhou Huimin raised her slender white neck and felt the cold diamonds falling on her collarbone. The thin platinum chain wrapped around her neck and then slowly hung down.

The diamond sparkled on Zhou Huimin's collarbone. For a moment, it was not clear whether the diamond was beautiful or Zhou Huimin was beautiful.

Chen Li'an admired it carefully for a while and said, "When I first saw it, I thought it was particularly suitable for you."

"Do you like it?" Zhou Huimin looked at Chen Li'an and asked.

Chen Li'an raised his hand, ran his fingers across Zhou Huimin's collarbone, and finally stopped on the diamond pendant and said, "I like it. Do you like it?"

"I like it if you like it." Zhou Huimin said with a smile.

Under the sunshine outside the window, Zhou Huimin's smile shines brighter than diamonds.

Chen Li'an saw himself in Zhou Huimin's eyes and saw the smile on his face. He was also happy at this moment.

Some people like to receive gifts, but others like to give gifts. Chen Li'an likes to give gifts very much and likes to see others feel happy because of his gifts.

The gift is not important, what is important is the emotion gained, just like painting, the painting itself is not important, the happiness brought by painting is important.

You see, the essence of many things in this world is actually the same, and they all involve philosophical thinking, and art is just a part of philosophy.

Hong Kong is very beautiful at night, but this beauty can only be seen if you live high enough. People who live in pigeon cages cannot see these beautiful night views. When they open the window, they can only see another gray building.

The only comfort is the evening wind, she is fair.

Zhang Baizhi stood by the window and enjoyed the few fairness and tenderness in this city. This city is very interesting. Movies talk about brotherhood and loyalty everywhere, but in fact the relationships between people are cold and rude.

Trust has always been a luxury here. Zhang Baizhi's family is broken, her father is a gambler, and her mother has been married many times, so she doesn't trust anyone, but she trusts Chen Li'an very much.

Perhaps Chen Li'an was too far away from her. How could a person like that standing in the clouds deceive an ant.

It may also be because Chen Li'an did everything he promised her. He went to Paris and stood in the world's largest fashion show, and returned to Hong Kong and became a hot star girl.

Zhang Baizhi slowly closed the window, and the silence outside was cut off. The chatter and quarrels in the room also brought her back to the real world.

She was still standing in the lowest quagmire in the city. She wanted to climb up, leave the quagmire, and stand on the brightly lit mountain, overlooking the entire Hong Kong River.

Tonight is her chance. Zhang Baizhi knows very well that this is the closest she has ever been to that mountain. As long as she seizes the opportunity, she can get out of the quagmire.

Downstairs of the building, a black Mercedes-Benz was parked quietly. Li Xue sat in the car and looked at the other side of the city through the car window.

It wasn't until she saw Zhang Baizhi walking out of the dilapidated building that she slowly came back to her senses. Li Xue looked at Zhang Baizhi and felt that she didn't belong here by nature. Even if she didn't have today, she would have left here sooner or later.

Li Xue pressed down the car window and smiled at Zhang Baizhi for the first time, smiling slightly at her.

Zhang Baizhi walked to the car, opened the door and got in. He didn't see Chen Li'an, but he was not surprised. He just wondered why Li Xue smiled at him.

Li Xue didn't explain anything, just told the driver to drive.

Zhang Baizhi put her hands on her knees to calm down. She didn't know where she was going or what was waiting for her, but she was willing.

The car arrived at its destination soon. Zhang Baizhi looked at the scenery outside the car window and wondered why he came here. This was not a hotel or a restaurant.

This was different from everything she expected, and she started to get a little nervous.

Li Xue looked at Zhang Baizhi and said, "Miss Zhang, Mr. Chen is waiting for you inside."

Zhang Baizhi turned his head and looked in the direction Li Xue pointed, feeling a little surprised in his heart, but he felt it was not surprising.

This is Chen Li'an's Wave Art Space.

Zhang Baizhi turned to look at Li Xue and asked seriously: "Am I beautiful today?"

Li Xue was silent for a moment and said seriously: "It's beautiful."

Hearing Li Xue's words, Zhang Baizhi smiled and said thank you softly, then opened the door and got out of the car.

Li Xue watched her leaving in silence for a while before letting the driver drive.

Today she also understood a truth. Everyone has their own suffering and their own way of living. It cannot be said to be noble or humble. If you are not in that position, you will never know what other people's suffering is like.

There were not many lights on in the closed art space. Chen Li'an stood in front of a painting and looked at the girl in the painting. A sad girl by a small window looked at the sky and was crying.

This is a painting by a Xiangjiang artist. Chen Li'an doesn't know his name, but he likes this painting very much.

Zhang Baizhi saw Chen Li'an, walked behind him quietly, and looked at the painting.

Neither of them spoke, just admiring the painting.

After a while, Chen Li'an finally said, "Do you like this painting?"

"I like it." Zhang Baizhi replied softly.

Chen Li'an reached out and took down the painting and said, "Then I'll give it to you."

Zhang Baizhi took the painting and held it in her arms. It was the first gift she received from Chen Li'an, and it was also the most special gift she had ever received.

The painting may not be valuable, but she really likes it.

Chen Li'an turned around and continued walking into the art space, and Zhang Baizhi followed behind him holding the painting.

There were only two of them in the huge space, and there was no communication between them, but Zhang Baizhi felt that he had never been so close to Chen Li'an.

This silence was not broken until Chen Li'an finished reading all the paintings.

"Are you hungry?" Chen Lian turned around and looked at Zhang Baizhi and asked.

Zhang Baizhi happened to be standing under the spotlight, holding the painting and nodding lightly.

Chen Li'an thought for a while and said, "How about cup noodles? I haven't eaten them in a long time."

Zhang Baizhi was a little dazed, looked at Chen Li'an and said with a smile: "Okay."

Although she had just eaten it at noon, and although she had eaten it many times since returning to Xiangjiang, she still felt that tonight's cup noodles would be different.

After a while, Chen Li'an came back with two soaked cup noodles, and the two of them sat on the steps of the art space eating cheap instant noodles.

Zhang Baizhi was still holding the painting in her arms and eating the noodles in small bites. She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that the noodles tonight were much more delicious than those she had eaten before.

"Why does the noodles you give me taste so much better?" Zhang Baizhi looked at Chen Li'an and asked.

Chen Li'an put down the noodles in his hand and said: "Because you used to eat because of survival. You had no choice. All you ate were the poverty and hardships of life. Now you have a choice. You can eat as much as you want or eat as much as you want." , choose it because of convenience or nostalgia, not because it is cheap and can satisfy your hunger.”

Zhang Baizhi was stunned for a while and said, "Do I have the right to choose?"

"Of course." Chen Li'an wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "Since you walked into my room that night."

Chen Li'an stood up and turned to look at Zhang Baizhi, stretched out his hand and said, "Have you finished eating?"

Zhang Baizhi looked at the remaining half of the noodles, and suddenly felt an impulse in his heart, as if he had read something in his throat. After a while, he looked at Chen Li'an and said seriously: "Not yet."

Hearing Zhang Baizhi's answer, Chen Li'an suddenly laughed, took back his hand and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

I'm waiting for you. Zhang Baizhi's tears suddenly flowed down, and he sobbing while eating the noodles that were almost cold.

Zhang Baizhi somehow thought of the movie he had just finished filming and the line in the movie.

I support you

Zhang Baizhi cried just like the scene where he cried in the car that day, but this time the tears were not staged.

Zhang Baizhi finished his meal crying and threw the painting in his arms on the ground, as if throwing away his broken past. He stood up and hugged Chen Li'an, stood up on tiptoes and kissed his face.

(Originally I wanted to drive, but after writing this, I didn’t want to. After all, Chen Li’an is not really Teacher Chen. Okay, I’ve finished writing and went to bed.)

Only then did I realize that the previous chapter had not been published.