fringe artist

Chapter 113 111. The French Rose in the Night

The romance of France is deeply rooted in the bones. Whether it is the city or the people, whether it is a man or a woman, they are all romantic by nature.

Especially in Paris at night, there will always be an intoxicating atmosphere.

Even the children on the side of the road are not gentlemen. Paris is so nice at this time, and it is relatively pure white
There are many wandering artists on the banks of the Seine who set up easels to draw pictures for passers-by and tourists. Chen Li'an watched several of them one after another, and felt that their techniques are still very powerful, at least they are much more solid than himself in sketching and sketching.

An old man with gray hair but combed meticulously, holding a short pencil tip in his hand, drew a girl wearing a top hat with only a few strokes.

Standing by the side, Chen Li'an looked very interested. Although sketching is a relatively basic skill in art, it is quite difficult to practice such a good skill.

Sophie Marceau looked at Chen Li'an and asked curiously, "Are you also interested in this kind of painting?"

"Of course, the painting is very vivid." Chen Li'an looked at the painting and said, "This requires strong observation and modeling skills."

The old man who had just finished sketching and gave the picture to the tourists heard Chen Li'an's words and turned to look at him, and said in fluent English: "You are right, how about I draw a picture for you guys?"

"It's a great honor." Chen Li'an replied with a smile, then looked at Sophie Marceau and asked, "Are you interested?"

Only then did the old man turn his gaze to Sophie Marceau, his eyes lit up instantly, looked at her and asked, "Sophie Marceau?"

Sophie Marceau smiled sweetly, then raised her finger to her lips, signaling the old man not to speak out.

If someone recognizes it, it is estimated that the French men around will frantically gather around
The old man nodded immediately, then threw the pencil stub into the box excitedly, chose a new pencil and sharpened it seriously.

Chen Li'an, who walked to the high stool in front of the easel and sat down, looked at Sophie Marceau and said, "Your charm has captured the hearts of all French men."

When Sophie Marceau heard Chen Li'an's words, she couldn't help shaking her white skirt. The old man who had pinned the pencil raised her head and said with a smile, "She is the national treasure of France!"

After speaking, the old man looked at Chen Li'an enviously. Is the national treasure of France going to be snatched away?
What the hell are young people in France doing!Can't even protect the rose of France?But it is indeed difficult to find a man worthy of this rose.

Listening to the old man's praise, Sophie Marceau felt a little shy on her face. Although she had heard this kind of words many times, she still felt a little embarrassed to be said like this in front of a foreign friend she just met.

"Okay, please sit down, I can't wait." The old man took out a new sketch paper and clamped it on the drawing board, and the pencil between his fingers could not help but twirl.

Chen Li'an looked at Sophie Marceau who was sitting on another high stool, and suddenly stood up and said, "It's not good to draw while sitting, let me stand."

"That's right, you stand behind her, be a gentleman." The old man nodded and said.

Chen Li'an walked behind Sophie Marceau, her chest was at the same level as her head. Sophie Marceau turned her head to look at Chen Li'an, and then moved her body a little closer to him.

The old man also held a pencil and instructed: "Don't stand too far away, get a little closer, and get closer."

Chen Li'an obediently took another small step towards Sophie Marceau, the old man looked at Chen Li'an and couldn't help but shook his head and said, "Asian men are too conservative."

Chen Li'an: "." Slander!He slandered me!If I start flirting, Paris will be finished!

"That's right, your personality is quite different from your works."

Sophie Marceau couldn't help laughing, and felt that what the old man said was right. During the few hours with Chen Li'an, she always felt that Chen Li'an was too conservative and shy, and was too different from the French man who was full of love. up.

Reminiscent of Chen Li'an's colorful works, Sophie Marceau feels that Chen Li'an's character is very different from his works, there is a very strong contrast
But such a man is also very cute, Sophie Marceau took the initiative to lean a little closer to Chen Li'an, and reached out to hold Chen Li'an's arm.

Regarding Sophie Marceau's initiative, Chen Li'an was not shy at all. He didn't intend to be conservative today. It's just that when he is in a foreign country, he always pays attention to his own image subconsciously. Although he can't speak Japanese or Korean, otherwise he wouldn't When you are qualified, you can learn from them and pretend to be Japanese and Korean.

However, Chen Li'an now felt that there was nothing wrong with being conservative, the main point was a contrast, it was good to let French Rose take the initiative to take the initiative!
For Sophie Marceau, who is used to initiative and enthusiasm, a conservative man like Chen Li'an, who is handsome and talented, and who agrees with his own ideas, is particularly attractive.

After staying in the flowery garden for a long time, the wild flowers outside the wall will become extraordinarily cute, making people want to reach out and pick them off in their hair.

In this point, men and women are the same. If you see a lot of house flowers, you will like wild flowers on the roadside.
The eyes of the old man in front of the easel lingered on the two of them for a while, then raised the pencil in his hand and began to draw on the drawing paper.

In just two or three minutes, the old man finished the drawing. After squinting his eyes for a look, he took off the drawing board with great satisfaction and turned it over to Chen Li'an and the others.

"This is the best one I drew today!" The old man said with a happy smile, "I want to keep it for myself now."

Looking at the thick and fine lines on the white paper, Chen Li'an portrayed the image of himself and Sophie Marceau with just a few strokes, and couldn't help but praise: "Your drawing is amazing."

"Of course, I have been painting here for ten years." The old man was a little proud. At this age, he didn't feel that he was underappreciated. He was very satisfied with his life.

Sophie Marceau got off the high stool, bent over and took a serious look at the drawing board, and found that she was looking up at Chen Li'an in the painting, with a hint of affection in her eyes.

The painter always imagined it by himself. Sophie Marceau felt a little funny in her heart, but she was very satisfied with this painting. She liked it very much, so she asked, "How much is it, I want to take it home and collect it."

"I don't need money, I'll give it to you." The old man took off the drawing paper, sprayed some styling fluid and said, "It's my honor to be able to paint the most beautiful rose in France."

Sophie Marceau took the drawing paper with a smile and said, "Thank you, you drew me beautifully."

Chen Li'an originally wanted it too, but seeing that Sophie Marceau liked it so much, she didn't say anything.

After thanking the old man for a few words, Chen Li'an and Sophie Marceau left here and walked along the humid river. Sophie Marceau was in a good mood, holding up the painting in her hand and said: "The painting is really good, but I still want to I like your paintings more."

"Thank you, Bai Qing and I drew it together. I'm glad you like it." Chen Li'an emphasized again, he doesn't like to take credit for it, even if it can make a beautiful woman feel good about it, he won't do it.

Sophie Marceau turned her head to look at Chen Li'an's side face, and said seriously: "You are a very good person and respect your partner very much. You have always emphasized this matter."

Now in Sophie Marceau's heart, Chen Li'an has been regarded as a conservative, talented and bottom-line respect for women.

"Will your paintings be sold?" Sophie Marceau couldn't help asking.

Chen Li'an turned his head and looked at Sophie Marceau, who had expectations in his eyes, and asked, "Do you want to buy?"

Sophie Marceau said seriously: "Well, I like your paintings very much, especially the last one, and I want to buy them for collection."

"Yes, but you need to ask Ji Fa about the specific matters, but it should not be sold separately, or it will lose value." Chen Li'an explained.

"All together?" Sophie Marceau paused when she heard the words, and a hint of disappointment flashed in her heart. She knows the art market very well, and she also knows Ji Fa very well. This time the exhibition is very successful, and that group of works will definitely The price was raised by Ji Fa.

I am very rich, but I don't have a lot of money to buy artworks, and I may miss this painting.

Sophie Marceau was a little disappointed, and she was not so happy looking at the sketch in her hand.

Chen Li'an looked at Sophie Marceau's loss visible to the naked eye and had no choice. The ownership of this group of paintings was not limited to himself, and he could not decide to give it to others, even at a discount.

"Will you create works like this in the future? I mean a single piece." Sophie Marceau turned to look at Chen Li'an and asked.

Worried about not being able to afford the group?The corner of Chen Li'an's mouth twitched, and then he coughed and said, "Maybe, but I don't like repetition."

"Okay. It's really meaningless." Sophie Marceau said sadly.

Looking at Sophie Marceau's beautiful face, Chen Li'an still has a lot of creative desires in his heart, and he has a lot of inspiration. He really wants to try to draw a delicate rose.

Chen Li'an said eagerly: "Can you be my model? I want to draw you. You are really beautiful. You have the characteristics of both the East and the West. Few people can unify the East and the West like you. Aesthetic."

Sophie Marceau was stunned for a moment, looking at the light in Chen Li'an's eyes in the night, before she could speak, she heard Chen Li'an say quickly: "I can give it to you after the painting is finished!"

Sophie Marceau, who hadn't thought of refusing, immediately opened her eyes and nodded, "Okay! When? Now or tomorrow? Do I need to make any preparations?"

Listening to Sophie Marceau's series of questions, Chen Li'an felt that she was more anxious than himself, so he immediately said: "Anytime, but I don't have paints and brushes right now."

Sophie Marceau smiled, blinked her eyes and said, "Don't forget that this is Paris, there will never be a shortage of brushes and paints."

This is true, the city of art is not called for nothing, there are too many artists gathered here, and there are places to buy paint everywhere.

Sophie Marceau looked at Chen Li'an, grabbed his hand and left the Seine.

"I can't wait!"

The voice of the quiet and beautiful Sophie Marceau on the Seine River slowly drifted away, and the two figures running away added a touch of romance to this romantic city.

In the elegant and simple high-end apartment, a white wool blanket was spread on the soft sofa. Sophie Marceau sat sideways on it in a long skirt, turned her head to look at Chen Li'an and asked, "Is this all right?"

"Of course!"

Chen Li'an looked at Sophie Marceau's proud figure and beautiful profile, and excitedly squeezed the paint. Artists are always on the road of pursuing beauty, and they can't control their desire to create when they see beautiful things.

Seeing Chen Li'an's excited look, Sophie Marceau pursed her lips, but she still didn't say a word in her heart. Don't you need to show your beauty in all directions?

She had encountered this kind of request when she went to auditions before, and most of those people used this kind of excuse to fulfill their dark and perverted desires.

Sophie Marceau did not regard Chen Li'an as that kind of person. She could see that the light in Chen Li'an's eyes was pure appreciation and strong desire to create. Before Chen Li'an said that she wanted to paint her own beauty, she did it well and showed it in all directions prepared, but unexpectedly, Chen Li'an did not have such a request.

"Is this really enough? I don't think it shows all my beauty."

Sophie Marceau's voice became smaller and smaller, but she didn't have the shyness between men and women. She just felt that she was just a model, how could she interfere with the painter's creative thinking.

Chen Li'an was startled when he heard Sophie Marceau's words, then shook his head firmly and said: "That's not what I want to paint, the beauty of the body is not what I want to express."

Hearing Chen Li'an's words, Sophie Marceau nodded, then sat down again and said, "I'm ready, I can start anytime."

Chen Li'an looked at the glamorous Sophie Marceau, then picked up the paintbrush and dipped a little paint on the palette, and began to paint on the canvas.

The record player in the room played soft piano music, and the smell of oil paint wafted in the air. Every time Chen Li'an looked up at Sophie Marceau, her gaze would collide with her.

Chen Li'an, who was drawing seriously under the light, quietly became three-dimensional in Sophie Marceau's heart, and was no longer a person she had just met.It is no longer a name and label, but a friend who seems to have known each other for a long time.

Every time the eyes collided, Sophie Marceau felt as if she had seen Chen Li'an's heart and the definition of beauty in his eyes.

Those black eyes seemed to be glowing, reflecting his own figure, forming a beautiful painting.
He is also very good-looking. Sophie Marceau looked at Chen Li'an's serious face and felt a slight heat in her heart. Such a romantic night, such a romantic night, why not do something more romantic?

After nearly an hour passed, Chen Li'an watched Sophie Marceau leaning lazily on the sofa, put down the brush in his hand and said, "I can't finish painting today, can I continue tomorrow?"

"Of course." Sophie Marceau sat up with her arms propped up, her slender, white legs slipped out from under the red skirt.

Sophie Marceau stood up, parted her hair, shook it slightly, then looked at Chen Li'an and asked, "Do you want a drink?"

Sophie Marceau opened a bottle of red wine, poured it into a glass, shook it gently and handed it to Chen Li'an.

The roses in the transparent vase next to the sofa are also shaking gently in the night
The roses are very fragrant, and the pink buds have a little dew, and they will sway uncontrollably when touched lightly, like a shy girl who wants to refuse and welcome.
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