fringe artist

Chapter 17 17. Don't Do It, Master
Under the dim street lights, Ma Xiaoqing's careful thoughts were particularly obvious, holding Chen Li'an's arm, her fingers caressing Chen Li'an's wrist dishonestly.

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

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm just good at being a teacher!" Ma Xiaoqing quibbled while covering her forehead, but her face was flushed with shame.

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

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

Ma Xiaoqing let go of Chen Li'an's arm in frustration, and said in a low voice, "Aren't you taking me back? It's 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 for me to send you back."

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

Chen Li'an stood up straight and stroked the hair on his forehead back and said: "Well, and I didn'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."

Ma Xiaoqing was caught off guard by Chen Li'an's frankness and honesty, she had never seen a man like Chen Li'an before.

Shouldn't it be a trick to go to bed with rhetoric, or a direct rejection, or a serious love affair?

Why is it so bloody, even if it is a deception, at least before the lie is exposed, it is covered with a gorgeous and romantic coat.

Now it seems that it is a pure physical impulse, losing 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 and go back, don't walk alone at night!"

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

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

Chen Li'an doesn't have so many uncontrollable impulses, and the inner peace can soothe the desires and impulses brought about by his young body.

Of course, the most important thing is that Ma Xiaoqing seems to be a person who is easy to get emotionally involved, and Chen Li'an doesn't want to provoke such a woman.

After wandering slowly all the way home, Chen Li'an was blocked by Uncle Qi at the gate of the courtyard.

Uncle Qi looked at Chen Li'an, smoking a pipe, and asked calmly, "Why have you been there recently?"

It's just that the scarlet sparks from the cigarette pipe illuminated Uncle Qi's vicissitudes and rough face, and the faint light allowed Chen Li'an to clearly see Uncle Qi's piercing eyes that were extremely unsuitable for his age.

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

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

Uncle Qi put down the cigarette pouch in his hand and knocked it against the wall twice, sparks flew everywhere in the darkness, a scarlet spark landed on Chen Li'an's feet, and he didn't dare to move.

"I thought you were just released from detention and you were going to use the door regulations. Since you are filming, you will be fine." Uncle Qi said looking at the nervous Chen Li'an.

After finishing speaking, Uncle Qi took out a flashlight from his pocket and flicked it on. The bright light immediately dispelled the tense atmosphere just now.

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

"You'll be fine as long as you're doing the right thing. Don't be like that little bastard." Uncle Qi shook off his sleeves and walked into the yard dangling with his hands behind his back.

Standing at the door, Chen Li'an looked at Uncle Qi's back, and couldn't help sighing. Uncle Qi's son had learned a lot of kung fu, first fighting, and then step by step, he couldn't control his heart, and embarked on the road of breaking the law and committing crimes. Last year, I was locked in a high wall and cried behind bars.

So later, Uncle Qi's supervision of Chen Li'an became even stricter, and he was ready to abolish Chen Li'an at any time as long as there was a sign.

Chen Li'an didn't enter the courtyard until Uncle Qi returned to his room. The old man was really scary when he got serious, but 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 within a minute, watching you from behind, and asking you if you are afraid!
After returning to the room, Chen Li'an lay on the bed thinking that he would just promise to send Ma Xiaoqing home tonight.

Chen Li'an fell asleep after thinking about it for a while, and when he woke up the next day, he stopped avoiding Uncle Qi and went to the yard to fight with him.

After finishing his work, Uncle Qi stuffed his pure copper smoke pot with crushed tobacco leaves, and a jade cigarette holder was inlaid on the black tobacco rod.

"You haven't practiced recently, have you dropped a lot, come back to practice." Uncle Qi said, lighting a tobacco leaf with a match.

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

"What's the matter? Are you going to film in another place?" Uncle Qi asked curiously.

Chen Li'an explained: "It's not out of town, but it's a little far away from home. It's too troublesome to go back and forth every day. Go to a friend's place to stay for a few days."

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

"Well, then I'll go first, the crew is waiting for me to go over there."

"get out."

Chen Li'an took two steps back, then ran from a trot to a gallop, and disappeared in the yard in a flash.

After leaving the alley, Chen Li'an sighed helplessly, knowing that after colliding with Uncle Qi, he couldn't keep himself in shape!Now I have to find the status again.

Chen Li'an filled his stomach first, and then walked towards today's set without haste.

On the bustling street, pedestrians coming and going, either hurrying or stopping to bargain in front of the stalls, all of which are full of life.

Chen Li'an walked on the street with his hands in his pockets, his black long-sleeved turtleneck sweater was very eye-catching in the blue, gray and white crowd.

The environment full of life forms a strong contrast with Chen Li'an, and Chen Li'an is also slowly pulling away from his emotions, and slowly amplifying the artist qualities he felt in Bai Qing before.

After a full 10 minutes, Chen Li'an's eyes changed back to Qi Lei's, numbness and distress filled his heart.

It's not easy to be an actor these days, not to mention being handsome.

The scene to be filmed today is very interesting, it is a performance art that actually happened before.

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

Eat soap, and eat soap with a sense of ritual, wash your hands with soap before eating, and then eat a whole piece of soap with the ritual of eating.

Performance art is a kind of conceptual art, and the point of view expressed by the performance art of eating soap is disgusting.

This made Chen Li'an feel absurd.

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

I have to say that the brains of the people who came up with this performance art are also very interesting.

However, Chen Li'an feels that this kind of concept does not have a strong conceptual impact, and it lacks room for thinking.

However, performance art has always been like this. The meaning brought by the performance itself lies with the audience. If you think there is no meaning, then you are superficial.

Do you think it makes sense?

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

To sum it up with the template of knowing Wang's words, that is, understand everything!Don't ask if you don't understand, because I don't understand either!

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

When Chen Li'an rushed to the set, Ma Xiaoqing had been there for a long time, and when she saw Chen Li'an walking by, she immediately went up to greet her.

"You're late. If you had gone 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, not understanding why she was so persistent, and asked with a puzzled expression: "You don't seem to be planning to give up?"

Ma Xiaoqing's eyebrows and eyes were full of complacency, and she said with a chuckle: "I was planning to give up, but I just gave up the idea of ​​giving up."

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

"Is this girl out of her mind?"

This is Chen Li'an's final conclusion.

(End of this chapter)