Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 4 4. There is no shame in dedicating oneself to art

"How do you observe me?"

Chen Li'an was startled for a moment, then turned to look at the girl next to him, looked at it carefully and said, "It's not appropriate."

"Why?" Bo Qing's eyes were full of curiosity.

Chen Li'an explained softly: "I want to observe men. Female artists have no reference value for me."

"Hey, are there men and women? You are discriminating." Bai Qing curled his lips, with a stubborn look in his eyes.

Fortunately, there is no women's rights in China at this time, otherwise Chen Li'an's remarks just now may be misunderstood.

Chen Li'an looked at Bai Qing's eyes and said, "It has nothing to do with gender discrimination, it's just that my theme this time is related to men."

Bai Qing raised his eyebrows when he heard this, obviously not convinced by Chen Li'an's rhetoric.

"For marginalized people like us, the only difference between men and women is whether you go to the left or right when going to the public toilet, so there is no difference between men and women, unless your theme is related to sex."

Chen Li'an looked back at the girl who spoke so boldly, thought about it carefully and said, "It's okay, but why should you be the subject of observation?"

"I have a plan. I will be your observation object and you will be my model. I have no money to hire a model. I have had this inspiration for a long time and have been waiting for a suitable model. I think you are very suitable." Bai Qing spread his hands and stated his predicament and plans very straightforwardly.

"What kind of model?"

"It's just what you think!"

"Oh, don't even think about it!"

There is no shame in dedicating oneself to art. Chen Li'an understands this in another world.

But the premise is that it is really for art, not for some dark and dirty things.

In order to better observe these people in Songzhuang, Chen Li'an agreed to Bo Qing's exchange.

Or maybe Chen Li'an was too involved in taking on the role of himself and felt that this was something interesting and worth trying.

Bai Qing will become the object of his observation, and he will become Bai Qing's model and student.

After Chen Li'an agreed, Bai Qing excitedly pulled Chen Li'an to his room.

Looking at the impatient Bai Qing, Chen Li'an suspected for a moment that she didn't want to be a model, or that kind of model!

Bai Qing's room was not big, with almost no furniture except for a bed. There was an open suitcase scattered on the floor, which was full of clothes.

The air was still filled with the smell of turpentine and oil paints, and the newspapers taped to the walls had turned yellow and peeled off.

There was a brazier placed in front of the bed, and the charcoal fire inside was almost extinguished. The temperature in the capital was very low after dark in March.

There was an easel placed in front of the only window in the room, with a painted human body on it. It was a plump female lying on the bed in an enchanting posture.

Chen Li'an took a closer look and found that the person in the painting seemed to be Bai Qing himself.

"How's it going? Does it look good?" Bo Qing asked, standing next to Chen Li'an.

Chen Li'an looked at the painting and said, "It's very good, but the composition and background are not very nice."

Hearing Chen Li'an's comment, Bo Qing said with some regret: "I couldn't help it. I didn't have money to buy a new canvas at that time, so I scraped off the original painting and painted it again."

"Is it so difficult for you?" Chen Li'an didn't expect that Bo Qing didn't even have the money to buy a canvas.

Bai Qing pulled out a roll of canvas from under the bed, patted the dust on it and said, "That's why we are the marginalized people."

“This is my last canvas, so this creation is important, you know what I mean?”

Chen Li'an was looking at Bo Qing's oil paint inventory, and turned to look at her after hearing her words.

Bai Qing's eyes were firm and dejected with a little light.

"Am I really suitable?" Chen Li'an asked.

"You need to take it off and have a look. If it doesn't fit, I'll put the canvas back on."

Chen Li'an was silent for a moment and said, "Okay."

Bai Qing put the canvas on the bed, then found a roll of transparent plastic sheet from nowhere and waited for Chen Li'an to take off his clothes.

The large black sweater was thrown to the ground by Chen Li'an, and the black jeans also fell to the ground as the belt was loosened. The metal belt buckle made a dull sound when it hit the loess ground.

Bai Qing walked around Chen Li'an holding the transparent plastic sheet, and then said, "It's you."

"What to do next? What is your theme?" Chen Li'an looked at Bo Qing and asked.

Bai Qing said as he unfolded the transparent plastic sheet: "Death and rebirth."

"I understand." Chen Li'an stared at the transparent and smooth plastic sheet.

Bai Qing spread a piece of plastic sheet on the ground and said, "Lie down on it, like a baby."

Chen Li'an walked barefoot to the plastic sheet, sat down and lay on his side on the ground, and then curled up like an unborn baby.

The coldness of the ground reached Chen Li'an through the plastic sheet, forming a sharp contrast with the baby wrapped in warm amniotic fluid.

The pores on Chen Li'an's skin were closed and the hairs stood up, and the cold chill was invading and consuming his body temperature.

Bai Qing covered Chen Li'an's body with the remaining plastic sheet in his hand, and then used gentle movements to apply the plastic to every inch of Chen Li'an's skin.

It's like being tightly surrounded and bound.

After setting it up, Bo Qing moved the brazier towards Chen Li'an, took two steps back and carefully looked at every inch of Chen Li'an's body.

Chen Li'an opened his eyes and looked at Bai Qing, his eyes were like a newborn baby's curiosity and despair about the world.

The momentary eye contact instantly ignited a strong desire to create in Bai Qing. At this moment, she felt that her soul was trembling.

"That's right! That's what it feels like. A baby out of amniotic fluid is curious and scared!"

"It's you! You're the one I've been waiting for!"

Bai Qing was trembling with excitement, and goosebumps appeared on her exposed arms.

At this moment, Bai Qing felt that Chen Li'an and himself had reached soul resonance, and that look conveyed everything he wanted to express!

Chen Li'an was lying on the ground, looking through the transparent plastic at Bai Qing's expression. At this moment, he seemed to understand the vigorous desire in the artist's heart.

Bai Qing couldn't wait to find a frame and nailed the canvas to it with trembling hands.

Huh. Huh. Huh.

Chen Li'an's breath spat on the plastic, a burst of white mist slowly blurred his face, and the temperature in his body slowly dropped as he exhaled.

His body temperature was dropping, but Chen Li'an felt that his heart was beating extraordinarily forcefully, like weeds growing crazily upwards among the rocks!

Bo Qing picked up the easel and sat across from Chen Li'an. He stared at Chen Li'an with his eyes fixed on him, but he had already skillfully pulled out a paintbrush with his right hand.

The palette is at Bo Qing's feet, with paint already poured on it. The soft brush stirs the brown paint, and then is lifted up to smear thick colors on the white canvas.

Chen Li'an curled up on the cold ground and stared at Bai Qing. As time passed, the curiosity in his eyes became less and less, replaced by a kind of cold despair.

Bai Qing held several paintbrushes on her fingers. Her movements became slower and slower, but the light in her eyes became brighter and brighter.

Chen Li'an's cold pale body was in sharp contrast to Bai Qing's increasingly flushed complexion.

One is approaching death, the other is approaching rebirth.

The light in the room has dimmed. The moonlight shines on Chen Li'an through the window, and the transparent plastic is emitting a white cold light.

Unknowingly, the sky outside began to get brighter again, and the rising sun began to shine warmly on the house.

The paintbrush in Bo Qing's hand has become the smallest model, and he is making detailed drawings on the canvas.

When the last bit of white paint on the palette was used up and all the white on the brush was applied to the canvas, Bo Qing seemed to have lost all his strength and the brush in his hand fell to the ground.

Bai Qing, who was slumped in the chair, was breathing heavily with a strange flush on his face, and looked at the painting on the canvas with blank eyes.

After fourteen hours, death and rebirth were completed, and all of Bai Qing's passion and desires were released at this moment.

Tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes. At this moment, she felt like a person who had lost hope and chose to drown. She was terrified and helpless, longing for a hand to reach into the water and give her hope again.

After more than ten minutes, Bo Qing sat up and looked at Chen Li'an, who was lying on the ground with his eyes closed.

Bai Qing looked at Chen Li'an under the transparent plastic, at his pale skin, powerful muscle lines, and angular facial features. The strong fear in his heart could no longer be controlled.

Bai Qing stood up, grabbed the corners of his clothes with both hands and pulled them upward. The white short sleeves fell onto the palette without paint.

Chen Li'an, who was unconscious, felt that his body was gradually getting warmer, and his arms were filled with crazy desire like lava. He was plump, soft, wild, and gentle as water.