Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 113 111. French Rose in the Night

The romance of France is engraved in the bones. Whether it is the city or the people, whether men or women, they are all romantic by nature.

Especially in Paris at night, there is always an intoxicating atmosphere.

Even the children on the roadside are not gentlemen. Paris is so nice at this time, and it is relatively pure.

There were many wandering artists holding easels on the banks of the Seine to paint pictures for passers-by and tourists. Chen Li'an watched several of them one after another and felt that their skills were quite impressive. At least they were much more solid in sketching and sketching than himself.

An old man with gray hair but meticulously combed his hair, holding a short pencil tip in his hand, drew a girl wearing a top hat with only a few strokes.

Chen Li'an stood aside and watched with great interest. Although sketching is a relatively basic skill in art, it is quite difficult to develop such a good technique.

Sophie Marceau looked at Chen Li'an and asked curiously in a low voice: "Are you also interested in this kind of painting?"

"Of course, the painting is very vivid." Chen Li'an looked at the painting and said, "This requires strong observation and modeling skills."

The old man who had just finished sketching and handed the painting to the tourists turned his head and looked at Chen Li'an when he heard what he said, and said in fluent English: "You are right, how about I draw one for you guys?"

"It's a great honor." Chen Li'an responded with a smile, then looked at Sophie Marceau and asked: "Are you interested?"

The old man then turned his gaze to Sophie Marceau, his eyes lit up instantly, looked at her and asked: "Sophie Marceau?"

Sophie Marceau smiled sweetly, then raised her finger to her lips, signaling the old man not to say anything.

If someone recognizes him, the French men around him will probably come around like crazy.

The old man nodded immediately, then excitedly threw the pencil tip in his hand into the box, picked another pencil and started sharpening it seriously.

Chen Li'an walked to sit down on the high stool in front of the easel, looked at Sophie Marceau and said: "Your charm has captured the hearts of all French men."

When Sophie Marceau heard Chen Li'an's words, she couldn't help shaking the hem of her white skirt. The old man who had pinned the pencil raised his head and said with a smile: "She is the national treasure of France!"

After speaking, the old man glanced at Chen Li'an with some envy. Is France's national treasure going to be taken away?

What are the young people in France doing? Can’t even protect the Rose of France? But it is indeed difficult to find a man worthy of this rose.

Sophie Marceau looked slightly shy as she listened to the old man's praise. Although she had heard this kind of words many times, she still felt a little embarrassed to be said like this in front of a foreign friend she had just met.

"Okay, sit down quickly, I can't wait." The old man took out a new piece of sketch paper and clamped it on the drawing board, and the pencil between his fingers couldn't help but spin in circles.

Chen Li'an looked at Sophie Marceau, who was sitting on another high stool, and suddenly stood up and said, "It doesn't look good if you're sitting down, so I'll stand."

"Yes, you stand behind her and be a gentleman." The old man nodded and said.

Chen Li'an then walked behind Sophie Marceau, with her chest at the same level as her head. Sophie Marceau turned her head and glanced at Chen Li'an, then moved her body closer to him.

The old man also held a pencil and directed: "Don't stand too far away, get a little closer, be intimate."

Chen Li'an obediently took another small step towards Sophie Marceau. The old man looked at Chen Li'an and couldn't help but shook his head and said: "Asian men are too conservative."

Chen Li'an: "." Slander! He slandered me! If I get angry, Paris will be doomed!

"Yes, your personality is quite different from your works."

Sophie Marceau couldn't help but laugh. She felt that the old man was right. During the few hours she spent with Chen Li'an, she always felt that Chen Li'an was too conservative and shy, and was very different from the French man who was full of love words. .

Thinking of Chen Li'an's colorful works, Sophie Marceau felt that Chen Li'an's character was very different from his works, and there was a strong contrast.

But such a man is also very cute. Sophie Marceau took the initiative to move closer to Chen Li'an and reached out to hold Chen Li'an's arm.

Regarding Sophie Marceau's initiative, Chen Li'an was not shy at all, nor was he deliberately conservative today. It's just that when people are in a foreign country, they always pay attention to their own image subconsciously. Although he can't speak Japanese or Korean, otherwise he wouldn't be able to speak. When you are good enough, you can learn from them and pretend to be Japanese and Korean.

However, Chen Li'an now feels that there is nothing wrong with being more conservative. The main thing is a contrast. It's great to have French Rose take the initiative to hold her arm!

For Sophie Marceau, who is used to seeing active and enthusiastic people, Chen Li'an, a conservative man with good looks and talent, who also agrees with his own ideas, is particularly attractive.

After staying in the flower-filled garden for a long time, the wild flowers outside the wall will become particularly cute, making people want to reach out and pluck them out and put them in their hair.

Men and women are the same in this regard. If you see too many domestic flowers, you will like the wild flowers on the roadside.

The old man's gaze in front of the easel stayed on the two of them for a while, then he raised the pencil in his hand and started sketching on the drawing paper.

In just two or three minutes, the old man finished the drawing. After squinting at it, he took off the drawing board and turned it over to Chen Li'an and the others to see.

"This is the best painting I have painted today!" The old man said with a happy smile: "I want to keep it for myself now."

Chen Li'an looked at the thick and thin lines on the white paper, depicting the images of himself and Sophie Marceau with just a few strokes, and couldn't help but praise: "You're doing a great job."

"Of course, I have been painting here for ten years." The old man was a little proud. At such an age, he did not feel that his talent was being neglected. He was very satisfied with his life.

Sophie Marceau got off the high stool, bent over and took a serious look at the painting board, and found that she was looking up at Chen Li'an in the painting, with a hint of affection in her eyes.

Painters always imagine themselves. Sophie Marceau felt a little funny in her heart, but she was very satisfied with the painting. She liked it very much, so she asked: "How much does it cost? I want to take it home and collect it."

"No money, just give it to you." The old man took off the drawing paper, sprayed some setting fluid and said, "It is my honor to draw the most beautiful rose in France."

Sophie Marceau smiled and took the drawing paper and said: "Thank you, you painted me beautifully."

Chen Li'an originally wanted it, but seeing that Sophie Marceau liked it so much, he didn't say anything.

After thanking the old man for a few words, Chen Li'an and Sophie Marceau left here and strolled by the river with humid air. Sophie Marceau was in a good mood. She held up the painting in her hand and said: "The painting is really good, but I still I like your paintings better."

"Thank you. That was painted by Bo Qing and I. I'm glad you like it." Chen Li'an emphasized again that he didn't like to take all the credit, even if it would make the beauty feel good.

Sophie Marceau turned her head and looked at Chen Li'an's side face, and said seriously: "You are a very good person and respect your partners. You have always emphasized this."

Now in Sophie Marceau's mind, she already regards Chen Li'an as a conservative, talented, and bottom-line person who respects women.

"Will your paintings be sold?" Sophie Marceau couldn't help but ask.

Chen Li'an turned his head and looked at Sophie Marceau with expectant eyes and asked, "Do you want to buy it?"

Sophie Marceau said seriously: "Well, I like your paintings very much, especially the last one. I want to buy it for collection."

"Yes, but I have to ask Ji Fa for specific details. However, it should not be sold separately, otherwise the value will be lost." Chen Li'an explained.

"All together?" Sophie Marceau paused after hearing this, and a flash of disappointment flashed in her heart. She knew the art market very well, and she also knew Jifa very well. This exhibition was very successful, and that group of works will definitely be The price was raised by Ji Fa.

I am very rich, but I don’t have much money to spend on art. I may miss this painting.

Sophie Marceau was a little disappointed, and she was not so happy looking at the sketch in her hand.

Chen Li'an looked at Sophie Marceau's visible loss and had no choice. The ownership of this group of paintings was not just his own, and he could not decide to give it to others, even if it was a discount.

"Will you create works like this again in the future? I mean single-frame ones." Sophie Marceau turned to look at Chen Li'an and asked.

Worried about not being able to afford it in groups? The corners of Chen Li'an's mouth twitched, then he coughed and said, "Maybe, but I don't like repetition."

"Okay. It's really meaningless." Sophie Marceau said sadly.

Looking at Sophie Marceau's beautiful face, Chen Li'an still has a lot of creative desire and inspiration. He really wants to try to draw a delicate rose.

Chen Li'an was about to move in his heart and said: "Can you be my model? I want to draw you. You are really beautiful. You have the characteristics of both the East and the West. There are few people who can unify the East and the West like you." Aesthetic.”

Sophie Marceau was stunned for a moment, looking at the light in Chen Li'an's eyes in the night. Before she could speak, she heard Chen Li'an say quickly: "I can give it to you after I finish the painting!"

Sophie Marceau, who had never wanted to refuse, immediately brightened her eyes and nodded: "Okay! When? Now or tomorrow? Do you need me to make any preparations?"

Listening to Sophie Marceau's series of questions, Chen Li'an felt that she was more anxious than him, so he immediately said: "I can do it at any time, but I don't have paints or brushes right now."

Sophie Marceau smiled when she heard this, blinked and said: "Don't forget that this is Paris, there will never be a shortage of brushes and paints."

It’s true. It’s not called the City of Art for nothing. There are so many artists gathered here and there are places to buy paints everywhere.

Sophie Marceau looked at Chen Li'an, reached out and grabbed his hand and left the Seine River.

"I can't wait any longer!"

Sophie Marceau's voice slowly drifted away on the quiet and beautiful Seine River, and the two figures flying away added another touch of romance to this romantic city.

In a high-end apartment with elegant and simple decoration, a white wool blanket was spread on the soft sofa. Sophie Marceau was sitting sideways on it in a long skirt. She turned to look at Chen Li'an and asked, "Is this okay?"

"certainly!"

Chen Li'an looked at Sophie Marceau's proud figure and beautiful profile, and squeezed the paint with some excitement. Artists are always on the road to pursuing beauty, and they can't control their desire to create when they see beautiful things.

Seeing Chen Li'an's excitement, Sophie Marceau pursed her lips, and there was still half a sentence left in her heart. Don't you need to show your beauty in all directions?

She had encountered this kind of request when she went to auditions before. Most of those people used this kind of excuse to fulfill their dark and perverted desires.

Sophie Marceau did not regard Chen Li'an as that kind of person. She could see that the light in Chen Li'an's eyes was pure appreciation and strong desire to create. Before Chen Li'an said that he wanted to paint his own beauty, she was ready to show it in all aspects. I was ready, but I didn't expect that Chen Li'an didn't have such a request.

"Is this really enough? I feel like this doesn't show all my beauty."

Sophie Marceau's voice became smaller and smaller, but she was not as shy as between men and women. She just felt that she was just a model, how could she interfere with the painter's creative ideas.

Chen Li'an was stunned for a moment after hearing Sophie Marceau's words, then shook his head firmly and said, "That's not what I want to paint. The beauty of the body is not what I want to express."

Hearing Chen Li'an's words, Sophie Marceau nodded, then sat back down and said, "I'm ready and can start at any time."

Chen Li'an looked at the beautiful Sophie Marceau, then picked up the brush, dipped a little paint on the palette, and started to paint on the canvas.

The record player in the room was playing soft piano music, and the smell of oil paint floated in the air. Every time Chen Li'an raised his head to look at Sophie Marceau, his eyes would collide with hers.

Chen Li'an, who was painting seriously under the light, quietly became three-dimensional in Sophie Marceau's heart, no longer a person he had just met. It's no longer a name or a label, but a friend who seems to have been known for a long time.

Every time their eyes collided, Sophie Marceau felt as if she had seen Chen Li'an's heart and the definition of beauty in his eyes.

Those black eyes seemed to be glowing, reflecting his own figure, forming a beautiful painting.

He is also very good-looking. Sophie Marceau looked at Chen Li'an's serious face and felt her heart heat up slightly. On such a romantic night, in such a romantic night, why not do something more romantic?

After nearly an hour passed, Chen Li'an looked at Sophie Marceau lazily leaning on the sofa, put down the brush in her hand and said, "I can't finish the painting today, can I continue tomorrow?"

"Of course." Sophie Marceau sat up with her arms supported, her slender white calves sliding out from under the red skirt.

Sophie Marceau stood up, pushed her hair aside, shook it slightly, then looked at Chen Li'an and asked, "Would you like a drink?"

Sophie Marceau opened a bottle of red wine, poured it into a glass, shook it gently and handed it to Chen Li'an.

The roses in the transparent vase next to the sofa are also swaying gently in the night

The roses are very fragrant, and the pink buds have a little dewdrops. They can't stop swaying when touched lightly, like a shy girl who wants to resist but welcomes them.

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