Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 13 13. Don’t be perfunctory when making a movie!

In the small and dark bedroom, there were many drawing papers and empty paint boxes scattered on the floor, and the table was also filled with discarded drawings.

There was a single bed in the bedroom, and the bedding on it was messy. It didn't look like a bedroom at all, more like a garbage dump.

In order to decorate this room, Wang Xiaoshuai went to the garbage dump in West Village and picked up a lot of garbage.

The paintings and paint bottles here were all picked up by Wang Xiaoshuai from the garbage dump, but Chen Li'an felt that this was not very real when he looked at the paintings that had been discarded by the original owner.

Qi Lei is a painter, and he is a very thoughtful and powerful painter. How could he paint such a garbage-like painting?

He only tried to simulate death when he encountered a bottleneck in painting and encountered a barrier that he could not break through. Therefore, his paintings will definitely not be like these rubbish.

In Chen Li'an's opinion, some of the paintings were not as good as his own. They were obviously just boring scribblings by some painters. They could not even be considered paintings, only drafts.

"These paintings are not good and do not match the characters at all. Can't we borrow some excellent paintings?" Chen Li'an frowned and said.

Wang Xiaoshuai looked at the woodblock prints in his hand, and then at the paintings just posted on the wall, and said with some helplessness: "Although these paintings are not very good, they are enough as props."

Chen Li'an bent down and picked up a sketch full of chaotic lines and said: "It's not enough. If the paintings I drew were of this level, I would not think about doing performance art, but would consider changing careers."

Shu Qi, who had been silent all this time, also said: "Yes, these paintings are a bit unsightly. Xiaoshuai, don't you know a few painters? It should be no problem to borrow some paintings."

Wang Xiaoshuai scratched his head, and said with a trace of embarrassment on his round, fat face: "They are unwilling to borrow them. The paintings are like their own children to them. These people are quite crazy, and these paintings have to be torn down. They definitely don’t want to.”

The paintings hanging in the room were indeed torn up when Qi Lei had a mental breakdown. It is understandable that the painters were unwilling to borrow the paintings.

But this is not a reason for compromise. Painting is the child of the painter, isn't the movie the child of the filmmaker?

Chen Li'an didn't want his first movie after his rebirth to be so perfunctory. You can be poor, have simple conditions, and even have no pay, but you can't treat movies with such a perfunctory attitude!

"If it is this kind of painting, I refuse to perform." Chen Li'an looked at Wang Xiaoshuai and said.

Wang Xiaoshuai was startled. He didn't expect Chen Li'an to say such a thing, and Shu Qi didn't expect Chen Li'an to have such a firm attitude.

Only Ma Xiaoqing guessed Chen Li'an's attitude when he first raised questions, and was not surprised by the result.

Several other actors in the room felt that Chen Li'an was making a fuss out of a molehill. It was just a prop. Why was it so serious?

"Don't get excited, the filming has started. What will happen to the movie if you don't act?" Wang Xiaoshuai advised.

Chen Li'an's attitude was very resolute and he would not compromise because of this. He frowned and said: "Either change the painting, or change me. If you can't find the painting, I can find a way, but I can't accept this kind of painting to become Qi Lei." This kind of rubbish cannot convince me, nor can it convince the audience.”

Wang Xiaoshuai turned to look at Shu Qi for help, hoping that he could help persuade her.

Shu Qi ignored Wang Xiaoshuai's look for help, looked at Chen Li'an seriously and said, "Do you have a way to get the painting? If you can get it, we can wait for you."

"Okay, wait for me for an hour."

After Chen Li'an finished speaking, he ignored the strange looks from others and turned around and went out.

Ma Xiaoqing glanced at Wang Xiaoshuai, then at Chen Li'an's leaving figure, and quickly shouted: "Wait for me, I will go with you!"

Chen Li'an, who had just walked downstairs, took out his cigarette case from his pocket, took out one, lit it, and slowly exhaled blue smoke.

He was thinking about whether to go to Bo Qing or Lao Zhao, who had transformed. He should have many paintings in the realism style from the past, but he didn't know if he would be willing to lend them to him as props.

Bang bang, Ma Xiaoqing jumped down the stairs in three steps and two at a time. She didn't expect Chen Li'an to walk so fast. Is it because his legs are long that he can go down several steps at a time?

When she came out of the unit building and saw Chen Li'an waiting for her, Ma Xiaoqing felt relieved and ran over quickly and said, "Why are you walking so fast? Where are you going to borrow paintings? I'll be with you."

Chen Li'an held a cigarette in his mouth, turned to look at Ma Xiaoqing and said, "Go back. If you stay with me, I won't be able to borrow it."

He has decided to go to Bo Qing for help. If he takes Ma Xiaoqing with him, Bo Qing will definitely not lend it to him.

Ma Xiaoqing was stunned, and then thought of Chen Li'an's graffiti T-shirt, which had a beautiful girl painted on it. Is Chen Li'an going to borrow her painting?

Chen Li'an didn't care what Ma Xiaoqing was thinking. He dropped the cigarette butt from his mouth and stamped it out, saying, "Go back and talk to Wang Xiaoshuai by the way. It may take a little time, but I'll try to be back before noon."

"Oh, okay." Ma Xiaoqing didn't know what was going on. She suddenly felt empty in her heart. It couldn't be said that she was sad, but she was not indifferent to some of the speculations in her heart.

She knew that Chen Li'an was looking for the girl wearing it, but she didn't know if he took that girl into his heart.

When Chen Li'an walked far away, Ma Xiaoqing turned around and prepared to go upstairs. Halfway there, she suddenly realized something. Why did Chen Li'an say an hour at first, and then said he wouldn't be back until noon?

What have you been doing for so long?

Ma Xiaoqing couldn't help but start thinking wildly. Thinking of Chen Li'an's sexy figure, she didn't know why, but she was a little envious of the girl who was dressed by Chen Li'an.

It must be very enjoyable!

Unconsciously, Ma Xiaoqing reached into her pocket and took out the photo taken yesterday. Looking at Chen Li'an's sexy muscles in the photo, she secretly thought that she must take a bite!

Chen Li'an, who had no idea that he was being targeted, came to the familiar courtyard, walked to Bai Qing's door and stretched out his hand to open the door.

Sure enough, it was just as he thought, he never knew about the lock.

The room was still the same as when Chen Li'an left yesterday. The only thing that had changed was that the girl sitting in front of the easel was now drunk on the bed smelling of alcohol.

Chen Li'an walked by, picked up the empty wine bottle on the bed and threw it on the ground. The sound of the bottle falling on the ground did not wake Bo Qing up.

Chen Li'an took Bai Qing's hand and helped her up. Sure enough, he saw another empty wine bottle under her body.

Erguotou, which is 52 degrees Celsius, drank two bottles by myself. No wonder I slept so hard.

Chen Li'an helped Bai Qing up, threw away the wine bottles, picked up the water glass on the bedside, fed Bai Qing some water, then put him gently on the bed and covered him with a quilt.

Chen Li'an looked at the unconscious Bai Qing, sighed and prepared to turn around and leave. He went next door to borrow a painting from Lao Zhao. He and Lao Zhao had been neighbors for more than a month and were considered old acquaintances.

But as soon as Chen Li'an turned around, a fair and round arm stretched out from the quilt, and its slender palm directly held Chen Li'an's hand.

The familiar touch and temperature made Chen Li'an stop and turn around to look at Bai Qing.

The smell of alcohol in the air seemed to be dissipated at this moment, and the chemical reaction produced by the wonderful aura between the two seemed to have an alluring smell called hormones.

Bai Qing looked at Chen Li'an with her eyes open. Her body was so weak from the alcohol. She could only raise her hand to hold Chen Li'an.

Chen Li'an looked at Bo Qing's exceptionally white arms, which looked like lotus joints in Tianchi, making people want to hold them in their hands.

Bai Qing struggled to kick the cup away from him with his legs. He still raised his legs in confusion and tried to wrap his arms around Chen Li'an.

The straight and slender calves are particularly beautiful. Her toes are very fleshy, like cat claws, but the insteps are very skinny.

The round toes curled up subconsciously, like a naughty elf.

Chen Li'an stretched out his hand to hold Bai Qing's ankle, and the thin ankle was held in a circle under Chen Li'an's big hands. Bai Qing pressed his toes against Chen Li'an's abdomen with a little force, and then curled up involuntarily, creating a wonderful touch.

Bai Qing half-squinted his eyes, held Chen Li'an's hand and subconsciously scratched his palm, bit his lip and murmured: "Chen Li'an, you are back. Hug me."