fringe artist

Chapter 5 5. Happy Hour Is Over

Birth and death.

This is Bai 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 renewal comes when you look at the painting and understand it.

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

Chen Li'an stepped on his clothes and squatted in front of the easel and carefully looked 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 own painting, and Chen Li'an also completed a performance art.

Bai Qing passed a cigarette that was still halfway from behind Chen Li'an, and the light blue smoke floated up before 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?" Bai Qing said hoarsely.

Chen Li'an slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, felt the warmth on his back, and said after a long time: "Emptiness, suffocating despair."

Bai Qing's face rubbed against Chen Li'an's back, his fingers penetrated into his thick hair, and he said calmly like a machine: "You can feel it too."

"So you fucked me?"

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

Chen Li'an took a deep puff of the cigarette, and the red sparks burned until the filter tip stopped.

"I want to go back."

"Where are you going?" Bai 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 still won't go back."

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

The painting of death and rebirth almost exhausted all her enthusiasm
Losing the belief that supports oneself, the whole person is like an empty shell.

Although it was understandable, Chen Li'an would not allow himself to be Bai Qingxin's support.

"The warming time is over, and it's teaching time next." Chen Li'an stood up and said.

Bai Qing withdrew his hand and said rather resentfully: "You are really heartless."

"It wasn't love in the first place." Chen Li'an replied flatly, not to mention that he was the one who suffered.

The temperature in March was very low, and Chen Li'an felt that his body that had just warmed up began to feel cold again. Looking at the dusty clothes on the ground, he picked them up and shook them twice before putting them on.

Bai Qing sat on the bed and watched Chen Li'an get dressed, his appreciation and greed were undisguised.

"Your figure is really good, and you are the dream model of many painters."

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

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

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

For Chen Li'an, lust does not affect him. He is a person with conviction and pursuit. Even when he looks at Bai Qing's plump and sexy figure, his eyes don't change much.

Chen Li'an leaned against the door with his blue knit hat pulled down very low, only showing his eyes to watch Bai Qing put on his clothes.

After Bai Qing dug out a few clothes from his own box and put them on indiscriminately, he raised his hand to smell them again, with a disgusted expression on his face, after a good night, she always wanted to show her best side.

The clothes are clean, but the smell of oil paint on them is a bit heavy.

But almost all her clothes are covered with this smell, which is the most unique "perfume" of the female painter.

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

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

"It's in line with your temperament, bordering on decadence." Chen Li'an sniffed and said.

Bai Qing put down his hands 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, observed Bai Qing's expression for a while, and then said: "Your current mental state is very suitable as my observation object."

Bai Qing stretched out his hand to hold Chen Li'an's arm, leaned into his ear and said, "Then you should observe carefully."

Chen Li'an did not reject Bai Qing's intimacy, as it was always difficult to treat the soul and the flesh separately.

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

Bai Qing didn't care about Chen Li'an pushing her away, so she stuck it on Chen Li'an's neck and smelled it. She was obsessed with the current smell of Chen Li'an.

Bai Qing was greedy like a child, and asked curiously in his clever eyes: "Why do you want to learn oil painting? You don't need to be able to paint for performance art."

"It's more in-depth. I like to explore comprehensively, but observation doesn't make me empathize." Chen Li'an explained.

Bai Qing rested his chin on Chen Li'an's shoulder and said softly: "I like to explore these two words deeply and comprehensively, and they can also empathize with me."

"Shut up your unhealthy desires, the fun time is over."

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

There are two bags of paper and pencils for sketching, oil paints and canvases. Chen Li'an certainly doesn't need so much to learn to paint. It's mainly for Bai Qing, a down-and-out painter who is so poor that he needs to scrape off his old paintings and repaint them. prepare.

It is no longer possible to describe Bai Qing as down and out, to be precise, it should be poor.

Bai Qing's only income is to occasionally receive orders for advertising paintings and go out to make wall paintings, but this kind of wall painting income is not much and unstable, and can only support her food problems.

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

Shopping does make you feel good, even if it's not luxury bags.

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

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

"When you have new inspiration to use this roll of canvas, I hope you can use it soon."

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

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

"You need new stimulation, and going for a walk might do you good."

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

"Like you? To observe?"

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

"Do you want to go deep and fully explore now? It will make you feel empathy."

Bai Qing put his hands on Chen Li'an's chest and moved up, looking directly into Chen Li'an's eyes and sniffing vigorously on his face, his fair skin quickly turned red.

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

"Like I said, the happy hour is over, now it's teaching time, do you want to start painting eggs first?"

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

Chen Li'an let Bai Qing lead his hand, but said with clear eyes: "I regret it now, Lao Zhao will definitely not be like you."

Hearing Chen Li'an's words, Bai Qing stopped his movements, bit his lips and tried his best to restrain 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 sniff at 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."

Bai Qing got up from Chen Li'an and knelt down on the bed, and said seriously: "You are too restrained and have no impulse and passion, so you can't learn oil painting well."

"It's not restraint. I'm worried that you're getting too deep. You know your current state very well. If you don't restrain yourself, I have to restrain it for you."

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

The fine sawdust drew an arc in the air, and then fell into the charcoal fire in the brazier, and after a while, green smoke ignited and drifted between Chen Li'an and Bai Qing.

(End of this chapter)