Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 17 17. Master, don’t do anything (please read and collect)

Under the dim street lights, Ma Xiaoqing's careful thoughts were particularly obvious. She held Chen Li'an's arm and rubbed Chen Li'an's wrist dishonestly.

Chen Li'an couldn't help but hit her on the head and said, "Don't try to seduce me."

"Don't talk nonsense, I just want to be a teacher!" Ma Xiaoqing covered her forehead and argued, but her face turned red with shame.

Chen Li'an looked at Ma Xiaoqing's red face, which was round and fleshy and looked easy to pinch.

"Okay, I'm leaving, you can go home by yourself."

Ma Xiaoqing let go of Chen Li'an's arm in frustration, and then whispered: "Aren't you going to send me back? It's very dangerous at night."

Chen Li'an turned around and looked into Ma Xiaoqing's eyes, and said seriously: "Have you thought about it? It might be more dangerous if I send you back."

"What's in danger for you? Could you eat me?" Ma Xiaoqing muttered, wishing she could.

Chen Li'an stood up straight and pushed the hair back from his forehead and said: "Well, and I eat everything and don't admit it. This is off-screen. I'm not Qi Lei. I didn't fall in love with you, and you didn't love me, so Please think carefully."

Chen Li'an's straightforwardness and frankness caught Ma Xiaoqing off guard. She had never seen a man like Chen Li'an before.

Shouldn't it be a trick to trick someone into going to bed, or a direct rejection, or a serious love affair?

Why is it so bloody? Even if it is deception, at least until the lie is exposed, it is covered with gorgeous and romantic clothes.

Now it was like a pure physical impulse, without romance and interest. This situation made Ma Xiaoqing immediately extinguish the restlessness in her heart.

Chen Li'an smiled and waved to Ma Xiaoqing and said, "I'm leaving. You can take a taxi back. Don't walk alone at night!"

Women are really troublesome creatures. They want to satisfy their physical desires but also fill their inner emotional needs.

If Chen Li'an was really a man in his early twenties, he might be able to satisfy Ma Xiaoqing's fantasy and give her a romantic and unforgettable experience.

Chen Li'an does not have so many uncontrollable impulses, and his inner peace can soothe the desires and impulses caused by his young body.

Of course, the most important thing is that Ma Xiaoqing seems to be an easily emotionally involved person, and Chen Li'an is not willing to mess with such a woman.

After walking slowly home, Chen Li'an was blocked by Uncle Qi at the entrance of the courtyard.

Uncle Qi smoked his cigarette pipe and looked at Chen Li'an, and asked in a calm tone: "What have you been doing recently?"

Only the scarlet sparks from the cigarette bag illuminated Uncle Qi's rough and rough face. The faint light allowed Chen Li'an to clearly see Uncle Qi's bright eyes that were extremely inconsistent with his age.

There seemed to be murderous intent in those eyes, which made Chen Li'an couldn't help but take a step back. Years of fighting experience told him that the hunched-over old man in front of him might take action at any time.

"Master, didn't I tell you, I'm going to film a movie." There was no one around. Chen Li'an changed his name and called Master, but stepped back with his right foot slightly raised, ready to turn around and run away at any time.

Uncle Qi put down the cigarette bag in his hand and knocked on the wall twice. Sparks suddenly flew out in the darkness, and a scarlet spark landed on Chen Li'an's feet. He did not dare to move.

"I thought you had just been released from detention and were going to use the rules. Since you are filming, it will be fine." Uncle Qi looked at the nervous Chen Li'an and said.

After saying that, Uncle Qi took out a flashlight from his pocket and turned it on. The bright light immediately dissipated the tense atmosphere.

Hearing Uncle Qi's words, Chen Li'an immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said quickly: "Master, I said I have changed my ways. Don't worry, I will never cause trouble in the future. Don't scare me like this next time."

"As long as you do your job, you'll be fine. Don't imitate that little beast." Uncle Qi shook off his sleeves and wandered into the yard with his hands behind his back.

Chen Li'an stood at the door and looked at Uncle Qi's back, and couldn't help but sigh. Uncle Qi's son had learned a lot of kung fu. He started fighting and then couldn't control his own heart step by step and embarked on the road of illegal crimes. Last year, I was imprisoned in a high wall and cried behind bars.

Therefore, Uncle Qi later became more strict with Chen Li'an, and was ready to destroy Chen Li'an at any time as long as there were signs.

After Uncle Qi returned to his house, Chen Li'an walked into the yard. This old man was so scary when he got serious. The key was that Chen Li'an couldn't beat him.

You see, this is why Chen Li'an can always control himself at critical moments. There is an old man who can beat you to death with his bare hands in one minute, looking at you from behind and asking you if you are afraid!

After returning to the room, Chen Li'an lay on the bed and thought about just promising to send Ma Xiaoqing home tonight.

After thinking for a while, Chen Li'an fell asleep. When he got up the next day, he stopped avoiding Uncle Qi and went to the yard to box with him.

After finishing his work, Uncle Qi stuffed chopped tobacco leaves into his pure copper smoking pot. The black smoking stem was inlaid with a jade cigarette holder.

"You haven't practiced martial arts recently, right? You've dropped a lot. Come back and practice again." Uncle Qi said as he lit a match and lit the tobacco.

Chen Li'an nodded obediently: "Okay, I will practice every day from now on, but I may have to live out for a while recently."

"What's the matter? Are you going to film somewhere else?" Uncle Qi asked curiously.

Chen Li'an explained: "It's either out of town or a bit far away from home. It's too troublesome to go back and forth every day. I'll go stay with a friend for a few days."

Uncle Qi smoked a cigarette, then nodded and said: "Okay, you can make up your own mind and don't mess around."

"Well, I'll leave first. The crew is waiting for me over there."

"get out."

Chen Li'an took two steps back, then trotted into a sprint, and disappeared in the yard in a flash.

After exiting the alley, Chen Li'an sighed helplessly, knowing that he would not be able to maintain his condition after bumping into Uncle Qi! Now I have to find my status again.

Chen Li'an filled his stomach first, and then walked towards today's set in a hurry.

On the busy street, pedestrians come and go, either in a hurry or stopping to bargain in front of the street stalls, all of which are full of life.

Chen Li'an was walking on the street with his hands in his pockets. His black long-sleeved turtleneck sweater stood out among the mainly blue, gray and white crowd.

The life-filled environment formed a strong contrast with Chen Li'an. Chen Li'an was also slowly withdrawing from his emotions, and slowly amplified the artist's qualities that he had felt in Bai Qing before.

After a full ten minutes, Chen Li'an's eyes turned dull again, and numbness and depression filled his heart.

It’s not easy to be an actor these days, even if you’re handsome.

The scene we are going to shoot today is very interesting. It is a performance art that actually happened in the past.

Chen Li'an didn't quite understand the content of this performance art.

Eating soap is very ritualistic. Wash your hands with soap before eating, and then eat a whole piece of soap in a meal ritual.

Performance art is a kind of conceptual art, and the point of view that the performance art of eating soap wants to express is disgust.

This gave Chen Li'an a very absurd feeling.

Soap was invented for cleaning purposes and represents cleanliness and hygiene, but in this performance art it has become a disgusting concept.

I have to say that the person who came up with this performance art also has an interesting mind.

However, Chen Li'an feels that this concept does not have a strong conceptual impact and lacks the space to think.

However, performance art has always been like this. The meaning of the behavior itself lies in the audience. If you think it is meaningless, you are superficial.

Do you think it makes sense?

Chen Li'an also thinks it is unreasonable, but most artists have this consciousness, and many pseudo-art lovers also think so.

To sum it up using the template of understanding Wang’s words, that is, everyone who understands understands! If you don’t understand, don’t ask, because I don’t understand either!

Chen Li'an is criticizing art in his mind, but his body is participating in the art itself.

When Chen Li'an rushed to the set, Ma Xiaoqing had already arrived for a long time. When she saw Chen Li'an walking by, she immediately went to greet him.

"You're late. If you had come home with me last night, you wouldn't be late today."

After Ma Xiaoqing finished speaking, she looked into Chen Li'an's eyes, wanting to observe his reaction to confirm her guess yesterday.

Chen Li'an was a little surprised by Ma Xiaoqing's attitude today. He didn't understand why she was so persistent and asked with a very puzzled expression: "You don't seem to be planning to give up?"

Ma Xiaoqing's eyebrows were full of pride, and she chuckled and said, "I was originally going to give up, but I just gave up the idea of ​​giving up."

Chen Li'an's eyes, which were blocked by his long hair, couldn't help but squint slightly, as if he was thinking about Ma Xiaoqing's "tongue twister" just now.

"Is this girl out of her mind?"

This is the conclusion Chen Li'an finally came to.