Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 5 5. The happy hour is over

New life and death.

This is Bo Qing's theme. If you explore her paintings carefully, you will find that what she really wants to express is the process of death, not rebirth.

The real new life comes when you look at the painting and understand it.

Death is in the painting, new life is in your heart.

Chen Li'an squatted in front of the easel with his clothes on and looked carefully at himself in the painting. At this moment, he felt that the person in the painting was not Chen Li'an, but Qi Lei.

Bai Qing completed his painting, and Chen Li'an also completed a performance art.

Bai Qing handed over a half-cut cigarette from behind Chen Li'an. The light blue smoke floated up in front of Chen Li'an's eyes, and then slowly dissipated.

Chen Li'an squinted his eyes and raised his hand to hold the cigarette, then put it to his mouth and took a puff.

"When I finished this painting, do you know what I was thinking?" Bo Qing said hoarsely.

Chen Li'an slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, feeling the warmth on his back. After a long time, he said: "Empty, suffocating despair."

Bai Qing rubbed his face on Chen Li'an's back, put his fingers into his thick hair, and said calmly like a machine: "You must have felt it too."

"So you fucked me?"

"I need new emotions and desires to fill my heart."

Chen Li'an took a long drag on the cigarette, and the fiery red sparks burned until the filter tip stopped.

"I want to go back."

"Where to go?" Bo Qing hugged Chen Li'an from behind.

"go home."

"Then I'll go home with you."

Chen Li'an pressed the cigarette butt on the ground, raised his head and said, "Then I won't go back."

Chen Li'an could understand Bai Qing's state at this time, as if he was suddenly confused and frightened after fulfilling his ideal in life.

The painting of death and rebirth almost exhausted all her enthusiasm

Without the belief that supports oneself, the whole person is like an empty shell.

Although he can understand it, Chen Li'an will not let himself become Bai Qingqing's support.

"The warm-up time is over, and now it's teaching time." Chen Li'an stood up and said.

Bai Qing took back his hand and said rather resentfully: "You are so heartless."

"It's not love in the first place." Chen Li'an replied calmly, not to mention that he was the one who suffered the loss.

The temperature in March was very low, and Chen Li'an felt that his newly warmed-up body was starting to get cold again. He looked at the dusty clothes on the ground, picked them up, shook them twice and put them on.

Bai Qing sat on the bed and watched Chen Li'an getting dressed, the admiration and greed in his eyes undisguised.

"You have a really good figure. You are the model that many painters dream of."

Chen Li'an stretched, turned to look at Bai Qing and said, "He is still the lover that many women dream of."

Bai Qing looked at the black turtleneck sweater covering Chen Li'an's well-defined abdominal muscles, and then said softly: "I really want to occupy you and let you be my model forever."

"We'll wait until you find creative inspiration again. Now pack up and go out to buy painting materials."

For Chen Li'an, lust cannot affect him. He is a man of faith and pursuit. Even when he looks at Bai Qing's plump and sexy figure, his eyes do not change much.

Chen Li'an was leaning against the door with his blue knitted hat pulled down very low, revealing only his eyes as he watched Bai Qing get dressed.

Bai Qing took out a few clothes from her suitcase and put them on randomly, then raised her hand to smell them, her expression was a bit disgusting. After a night of fun, she always wanted to show her best side.

The clothes were clean, but the oil paint smell was a bit strong.

But almost all her clothes are stained with this smell. This is the most unique "perfume" of the female painter.

Chen Li'an sniffed and said, "The smell of turpentine is very good."

Bai Qing walked up to Chen Li'an and raised her hand to his nose. The smell of turpentine and oil paint was mixed with a faint smell of sweat.

"It suits your temperament very well, with an edge and decadence." Chen Li'an smelled it and said.

Bai Qing put down his hand and sighed: "I don't like the smell now. It would be nice if I had a bottle of perfume."

Chen Li'an stood up straight and observed Bai Qing's expression for a while before saying, "Your current mental state is very suitable for me to observe."

Bai Qing reached out to hold Chen Li'an's arm, leaned into his ear and said, "Then just observe carefully."

Chen Li'an did not object to Bai Qing's intimate behavior. It was always difficult to treat soul and body separately.

But now is not the time for lust. Chen Li'an gently pushed Bai Qing's head away and said, "Let's go buy painting materials."

Bai Qing didn't care when Chen Li'an pushed her away, but she still pressed forward and smelled Chen Li'an's neck. She was obsessed with the smell of Chen Li'an.

Bai Qing was as greedy as a child, and asked with curiosity in his smart eyes: "Why do you want to learn oil painting? Performance art does not require you to be able to paint."

"This is more in-depth. I like comprehensive exploration, but just observing doesn't make me empathize." Chen Li'an explained.

Bai Qing put his chin on Chen Li'an's shoulder and said softly: "I like the words in-depth and comprehensive exploration, which can also make me feel the same."

"Stop your unhealthy desires, the fun times are over."

There are many painting material stores near Songzhuang. After eating a hot wonton meal, Chen Li'an and Bai Qing bought a lot of painting materials and went back.

From paper and pencils for sketching to two large bags of oil paints and canvas, Chen Li'an would definitely not need so much when learning to paint. It was mainly for Bai Qing, a down-and-out painter who was so poor that he had to scrape off his previous paintings and repaint them. prepare.

It is no longer possible to describe Bai Qing as down and out. To be precise, it should be described as poverty-stricken.

Bai Qing's only income comes from occasionally receiving orders for advertising paintings and doing wall paintings. However, this kind of wall painting income is small and unstable, and can only support her food problems.

After returning with a bunch of things, Bai Qing's mental state was obviously much better.

Shopping does make people feel happy, even if they are not selling luxury bags.

In the eyes of people like Bai Qing, clothes and bags are far less attractive than canvas and paint.

Chen Li'an piled these painting materials in the corner of the room, then picked out a roll of Yamat's rough-textured canvas and stuffed it under Bo Qing's bed.

"Use this roll of canvas when you have new inspiration. I hope you can use it soon."

Bai Qing looked at Chen Li'an's pure eyes and couldn't help but said: "It may take a long time. I have taken out the paint bottle now, and I may not be able to paint until I fill it up again."

Chen Li'an dusted off his hands and stood up, sat on Bai Qing's bed and lay down, looking at the dusty roof.

"You need some new stimulation, and it might be good for you to go out for a walk."

Bai Qing turned around and lay on Chen Li'an's chest, listening to Chen Li'an's heartbeat with his face turned sideways.

"Like you? To observe?"

The temperature on his chest made Chen Li'an feel comfortable. He raised his hand and put it under his head and said, "Yes, I am also an empty bottle now, and I am working hard to draw nutrients from you."

"Now do you want to explore it in depth and fully? It will make you feel the same."

Bai Qing's hand moved up on Chen Li'an's chest, looking directly into Chen Li'an's eyes and sniffing his face vigorously, and a blush quickly appeared on his fair skin.

Chen Li'an raised his eyes to look at Bai Qing who was crawling on top of him. He couldn't help but reach out and gently grab her hair. The smell of turpentine from the black hair surrounded the tip of his nose.

"I told you, happy hour is over and now it's teaching time. Do you want to start by painting eggs?"

Bai Qing put his face against Chen Li'an's and closed his eyes and said, "You have to learn to draw a circle first, like this." After that, he grabbed Chen Li'an's hand and put it on his chest.

Chen Li'an allowed Bo Qing to hold his hand, but said with clear eyes, "I regret it now. Old Zhao will definitely not be like you."

Hearing Chen Li'an's words, Bai Qing stopped, biting his lip and trying to control his inner impulse, a trace of uneasiness flashed in his eyes.

"You are really calm, no, you are cold-blooded!"

Chen Li'an looked at Bai Qing, then raised his hand to smell the tip of his nose and said, "The smell of turpentine really suits you, but I'm not cold-blooded. I just don't like doing the wrong thing at the right time."

Bo Qing got up from Chen Li'an and knelt down on the bed. He said seriously: "You are too restrained and have no impulse or passion. You will not be able to learn oil painting."

"This is not restraint. I'm worried that you're in too deep. You know your current state very well. If you don't restrain yourself, I have to restrain myself for you."

Chen Li'an sat up from the bed, then found the pencil he just bought in the afternoon and slowly started sharpening it.

Tiny sawdust drew an arc in the air, and then fell onto the charcoal fire in the brazier. After a while, green smoke ignited and floated between Chen Li'an and Bai Qing.