Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 301 299. Who revealed my relationship history?

The most influential contemporary artist of the year.

Chen Li'an never thought that he would be selected, or he had never considered this issue.

It's hard to comment on the issue of influence. Chen Li'an doesn't know where his influence comes from. He feels that he has a little face in China because he has money.

As for influence in other aspects, Chen Li'an has not yet felt that he can influence anyone. At most, he can only influence the entertainment industry.

However, Chen Li'an may have ignored the incident he caused in Xiangjiang last year. He single-handedly allowed the artist group to criticize Xiangjiang Estuary and also supported many young artists in the country.

In addition, the commotion in Venice this time was also quite big, focusing the attention of almost everyone in the art world.

During the interview, Chen Li'an also gradually came to understand that he seemed to have indeed become a world-famous artist. Before, he had been in China so he didn't feel it. Now that he has gone abroad, he feels that he has really become famous.

Art Observer is very famous around the world. It selects the 100 most influential contemporary artists every year. It is a very authoritative art journal.

This was Chen Li'an's first interview with Art Observer, but during the interview, he discovered that the other party knew his situation very well. Every one of Chen Li'an's exhibited works was well known to the other party.

Come here prepared, it seems that you have been paying attention to yourself for a long time.

But it’s right to think about it. As for selection, it’s natural to have a good understanding of it.

After Chen Li'an chatted with the other party for a long time, the topic suddenly shifted to Chen Li'an's personal issues.

Lenny Fox is a very gentleman British man. He looked at Chen Li'an and asked curiously: "Yesterday, the photo of you and your muse hugging was published in the Independent. Many people were very interested in the story between you." I’m interested, can I hear your story?”

Chen Li'an thought for a moment and said: "The story between me and her is actually very simple. She was my first teacher. She taught me how to draw and also made me see the beauty of art. She is indeed my muse."

"Then is she your lover?" Lenny Fox asked curiously.

Chen Li'an thought for a while and felt that Bai Qing was more than a simple lover to him, so he said: "Perhaps it is more appropriate to say that he is a soul mate."

Lenny Fox nodded and suddenly asked: "What do you think of Picasso?"

"A great artist, a master of modern art." Chen Li'an replied concisely and concisely.

Lenny Fox smiled and said: "Picasso also had his own muse. He was also a passionate man with countless lovers. Many people say that you are very similar to him in this aspect."

Chen Li'an couldn't help laughing and said jokingly: "This may be the closest I've ever been to a great artist."

Lenny Fox couldn't help but laugh too, and considered: "When we were collecting your information, we noticed that you are still an actor, have played many roles, and have been rumored to have had affairs with many actresses."

"Yes, the entertainment industry is like this. If there are no scandals, it means that I have failed." Chen Li'an said with a smile.

Lenny Fox smiled, took out a book and said, "Have you read this book?"

Chen Li'an took a look, shook his head and said, "No, whose book is it?"

"Sophie Marceau's just-published book." Lenny Fox handed the book to Chen Li'an and said: "In the book, she wrote about a person who is very similar to you, romantic and full of lust, and her description of this person is very dreamy. .”

Chen Li'an was stunned for a moment. He opened the book and looked at the catalog. He didn't see anything special. He quickly flipped through it and saw that Sophie Marceau had written a story about a girl, which was all about women's worries and secrets.

However, Chen Li'an could tell that many of them were very similar to Sophie Marceau, and there was no difference between them and her autobiography.

Chen Li'an quickly turned to the stories about himself in the book. They wrote about the encounter between Sophie Marceau and himself, the first time between them, and many, many more.

Sophie Marceau's writing style is very good. It is a very good stream of consciousness novel. If it didn't write about himself, Chen Li'an might like it very much, but now it is difficult to express his feelings clearly.

Sophie Marceau wrote in the book that Chen Li'an had many lovers! And she was willing to do one or the other.

Only then did Chen Li'an understand why Lenny Fox would turn the conversation to Picasso and to the artist's passion.

Chen Li'an did not expect that Sophie Marceau would write all her own affairs in the book, and she even felt a little angry, but she soon calmed down. There was no mention of names in the book, and this is also Sophie Marceau's own story. , she wanted to write it down and no one else had the right to stop her.

Lenny Fox looked at Chen Li'an and asked: "What do you think of what she wrote? Many people say that this is her "autobiography". The people in it are very similar to her, and that artist is you. Sophie Marceau herself She didn’t admit that it was her autobiography, but she said it was her most personal thing to date.”

Chen Li'an closed the book and said: "The writing is very good, simple and true. As for whether it is an autobiography, she has already given the answer. As for the person who looks like me, maybe it is because she and I are very good friends, so she regards me as material. "

"Maybe? Maybe that's a good answer." Lenny Fox smiled and didn't talk much about this topic. He said to Chen Li'an: "The results of the selection will be announced in October. I will notify you by phone in advance. In November It will be officially announced.”

Chen Li'an nodded to express his understanding, and he was also looking forward to whether he could be selected, but there was a high probability that he could, otherwise he would not come here specifically for an interview.

After Lenny Fox left, Chen Li'an opened the book he left for him. He sat there and read the first page carefully. After spending half an hour reading the entire book, Chen Li'an couldn't bear to read it. He couldn't help but sigh.

Isn't this what I wrote? If this book is spread back to China, the media reporters will probably be excited, and they will definitely spare no effort to investigate Chen Li'an's lovers.

Chen Li'an had thought about many possibilities for his private life to be exposed, but he never thought it would be in this way, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Chen Li'an took out his cell phone, found Sophie Marceau's number and dialed it. The phone rang a few times and was picked up. Sophie Marceau's lazy and charming voice rang in Chen Li'an's ears.

"My dear, have you come to Paris?"

Listening to the voice of Sophie Marceau who seemed to be awake, Chen Li'an couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked directly: "Where are you?"

"I'm in Paris." Sophie Marceau was sober and took the phone to explain: "I just came back from New York."

"Then you wait for me in Paris. I'll go there tonight." After Chen Li'an finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Chen Li'an found Bo Qing with a book and told her that he was going to Paris.

"What are you going to do in Paris? It just started today." Bai Qing asked strangely.

She knew about the relationship between Chen Li'an and Sophie Marceau, but she couldn't figure out why she left on the first day.

"Read this book." Chen Li'an handed it to Bo Qing and said, "I'll be back tomorrow. It's getting late. I'll go to the airport first."

After Bai Qing waited for Chen Li'an to leave, she opened the book and started reading. She couldn't help but frown at the end, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Seeing other women describe how intimately they were having sex with Chen Li'an, Bai Qing couldn't help but feel angry. Moreover, she had a rich imagination, and pictures would appear in her mind when she read those words.

What is the difference between this and seeing it with your own eyes!

Bai Qing closed the book angrily. It was the first time he hated a person so much. How could such a thing be written and published openly?

Thinking of Sophie Marceau's fame, Bo Qing was suddenly worried whether the sales of this book would be very good. Does that mean that Chen Li'an would appear naked in front of everyone.

Bo Qing would blush after reading some of the detailed descriptions in the book. It was hard for her to imagine what impression people who had read this book would have on Chen Li'an.

No wonder Chen Li'an went to Sophie Marceau to settle a score with her.

It is very convenient to go to Paris from Venice, which takes more than an hour by plane. When Chen Li'an appeared at the Paris airport, the night in Paris had not yet fallen, and the setting sun was hanging precariously on the horizon.

The sunset did not fall, but Chen Li'an's heart did. When Chen Li'an was waiting for his flight at Venice Airport, he saw Sophie Marceau's book in the airport bookstore. According to the bookstore owner, this book was a bestseller and was published for less than one year. It has sold more than 200,000 copies per month.

You don’t even have to look at Chen Li’an at the Paris airport, there will definitely be a book by Sophie Marceau, and I guess all bookstores in Paris will have this book.

On the way to Sophie Marceau's house, Chen Li'an lit a cigarette for the first time and looked at the scenery outside the car window, wondering if everyone outside had read Sophie Marceau's book.

It wasn't that he felt ashamed, but that Chen Li'an's scumbag's fig leaf was suddenly pulled off, and he felt a little depressed for a moment. The most important thing is that rumors will drown those women related to Chen Li'an.

Chen Li'an didn't care. He didn't lose a piece of meat even if he was scolded a few times. He didn't care about his reputation. It didn't matter even if he was banned. But he felt sorry that they suffered this for no reason.

Soon Chen Li'an arrived at Sophie Marceau's house, holding a bouquet of flowers bought at the flower shop downstairs. Roses with thorns were really suitable for Sophie Marceau.

As soon as the door opened, Chen Li'an saw Sophie Marceau wearing sexy pajamas, raising her feet and looking at him seductively.

Chen Li'an's eyes did not waver. He just handed the flower in his hand to her and said, "This is for you. Congratulations on the publication of your novel."

Sophie Marceau noticed that Chen Li'an's attitude was a little cold, so she reached out to take the flower, sniffed it and said, "Are you angry? Are you angry that I wrote you in the book?"

"It's not that I'm angry because you wrote about me, but you should talk to me." Chen Li'an walked in and said, "When the editor of Art Observation gave me this book today, I was shocked."

Sophie Marceau then put down the flowers and looked at Chen Li'an and said: "But it's very romantic, isn't it? I like the story between us, and I can't help but want to share it. Does this cause trouble to you?"

Chen Li'an looked into Sophie Marceau's beautiful eyes and could only say: "This is not a moral thing in my country. The atmosphere there is very conservative, and my personal life will be affected."

"But this is your own choice, isn't it? Just like I choose to be with you, but I never ask for anything, and I am willing to be your lover." Sophie Marceau looked at Chen Li'an and asked.

Chen Li'an was silent, and finally sighed helplessly and said: "You are right, it was my own choice, and you did nothing wrong."

Sophie Marceau looked at Chen Li'an and said, "Then why are you angry?"

"Because this is not my business alone." Chen Li'an looked at Sophie Marceau and said, "You can also think that I am not as brave as you. This kind of thing is immoral in my country."

Sophie Marceau reached out to hold Chen Li'an's hand, pulled him into the living room and said: "There is nothing immoral about this. You didn't hurt anyone. I think they are willing to do it just like me, and you never did." To deceive or conceal.”

"Yes, but once it is exposed, it will affect them and hurt them. You should know how interested reporters and gossip media are in this kind of thing." Chen Li'an looked at her and said, "Not everyone will be like you. Don’t care what other people think.”

Sophie Marceau put her arms around Chen Li'an's neck and said, "So you are angry because they will be hurt?"

Chen Li'an was silent for a while and nodded and said, "Yes."

Sophie Marceau smiled, looked at Chen Li'an and said, "You are really good. At this time, you still want to protect them instead of worrying about yourself."

Chen Li'an shrugged his shoulders and said: "I'm not worried about myself. At most, I won't act in the future, and my art works will no longer be exhibited in the country."

Sophie Marceau smiled and said: "Don't worry, this matter will not be as serious as you think. I will not sell my books in China."

"I hope so, but I have to prepare in advance." Chen Li'an looked at Sophie Marceau and said, "I hope it won't affect their lives."

"Okay, don't worry about those problems." Sophie Marceau took Chen Li'an's hand and put it on her waist and said, "We haven't seen each other for a long time, and I don't want to spend the whole night discussing other women with you."

Chen Li'an's hands felt Sophie Marceau's delicate skin, and he couldn't help but rub her back. He looked into her beautiful eyes and lowered his head to kiss her.

The thin pajamas slowly fell to the ground. Sophie Marceau stepped on the carpet with her white feet and tried to raise her toes in response to Chen Li'an's kiss.

Sophie Marceau bit her lips, knowing that this was Chen Li'an's deliberate punishment of herself, but she liked this feeling very much. The two feelings brought by the stinging of rose thorns and the cold dewy petals were both romantic and domineering.

Pieces of battered rose petals were scattered on the white carpet, and crystal dewdrops dripped on the petals. It was romantic, beautiful and full of depraved lust.