Do whatever you want

"Hello, Harrow. Qin Fan put down the work in his hand and replied casually.

Looking at Jing Yin, Jing Yin smiled and told him that Jones insisted on seeing him, and from time to time customers came to the bar to pay the bill. Qin Fan asked Jing Yin to lead him to his seat, and he would go over later.

After giving a few words of explanation, he walked towards them, re-politely said, and after sitting down, Qin Fan carefully looked at this "foreign friend". Now at this time, foreign friends can barely be regarded as friends.

Jones was also looking at him, Qin Fan knew that it was better to deal with foreigners and go straight, otherwise his friends would mumble one thing in his mouth and another thing in his heart.

When it was clarified again that the paintings were not for sale, Jones said that Jing Yin translated: "Jones said that you are ruining art, and that you will cause irreparable regret to the paintings by hanging these paintings in this smoke and water." ”

Qin Fan explained disapprehantly: "These paintings are just graffiti works on weekdays, and the real works are not here. ”

Without waiting for Jing Yin's translation, Jones, who understood the general meaning, asked with gray-blue eyes shining, "Where is the real work?" Jing Yin also looked at Qin Fan.

"No comment. Qin Fan shrugged and replied.

Jones was not discouraged, she was full of curiosity about the young boy in front of her, she had also visited many art academies, and had seen too many paintings, but she felt that there was too much disconnection with the artistic development of the United States and Europe at this time, and she still stayed in the Soviet-style painting techniques of the fifties and sixties, with no connotation, no thoughts, only honest realism, like photographs, but it was not photographic surrealist painting.

Under the influence of her father since she was a child, her sensitivity to art genres made her discover that there was a completely different style from the paintings she had seen before at a chance dinner.

Comparing the genres that are emerging in the United States today, Jones does not know which of those schools he can attribute these paintings to. But it shows his pursuit and exploration of art.

Although she had taken photos of these works and sent them to her father, he told her that it would be best to buy a few original works.

"Qin, can I take a look at those works?" Jones asked tentatively.

Qin Fan hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes." ”

The three of them walked towards Qin Fan's residence together, Jones, who was nearly thirty years old, was much older than the girl here, and his height was only slightly shorter than Qin Fan, but Qin Fan couldn't stand the unique body odor of foreigners, although it was covered by perfume, he still couldn't stop the smell from emanating.

I really admired those men who "won glory for the country", Qin Fan seriously doubted whether those men had severe rhinitis, or if the pride in his heart had overcome his sense of smell.

Compared with the old foreign sister he came into contact with in his previous life, Jones's body odor is still within his tolerance range, and those women who are glamorous in the movie are not the same thing at all in reality, I clearly remember that the Indian girl I met at the Canton Fair, although she was unusually beautiful, Qin Fan was so smoked by her body odor that she almost fainted.

Seeing Jing Yin, who was walking in the middle, wrinkling her cute little nose from time to time, Qin Fan secretly laughed at her and couldn't smell Jones.

Walking into Qin Fan's room in the West Park Community, Jones was caught by the full works on the living room wall, and couldn't help asking, "Qin, are you painting this?"

Qin Fan was not surprised by Jones's questioning, as there were five or six different styles of expression in the works on the wall, which showed that he was experimenting with different forms of style, or through the pursuit of different styles, to express his inner thoughts.

"It's a painting that's different for each stage. Qin Fan replied vaguely.

Jones watched carefully with great interest, and Jingyin asked in a low voice, "You usually paint here?"

Qin Fan nodded, as if he understood something, Jing Yin said again: "No wonder it's hard to see you at school, it turns out that they are all hiding here." ”

"Can you take a tour?" Jing Yin couldn't understand the paintings on the wall, so she lost interest in viewing them, but was full of curiosity about the others in Qin Fan's house.

"The room to the north is a temporary resting place for the master in the shop, and the one to the south is a temporary place for me to sleep, so there's nothing to see. Qin Fanjian introduced it to the ground, not wanting her to look around, and she was a little afraid that something inappropriate in the room would be seen by her.

"I'd like to see it. Jing Yin, who gradually had a good impression of Qin Fan, was full of thoughts about Qin Fan's everything, and the more she didn't let her look at it, the more her curiosity was aroused, like Jing Yin, who knew that Qin Fan would not be angry, pushed open the bedroom door by herself.

Qin Fan couldn't stop it, Jing Yin, who pushed the door open and entered, the first impression was neat and clean, not like the dirty, messy, and smelly in the boys' dormitory; Rather, it has the smell of a woman.

Jing Yin's heart suddenly felt a sourness, and her eyes moistened, as if her beloved things had been used.

Thinking of the girl I met in the store a few months ago, I don't know if the girl was in this house with Qin Fan...... The bitter Jingyin didn't want to think about it anymore.

Jones took out the camera from his carry-on bag and asked, "Qin, can I take a few shots?"

Qin Fan was a little unhappy, the rules in the industry, private works that have not been shown are not allowed to be taken at will, Jones should know this rule, since he knows and makes such a request, it is just to see that Qin Fan is a student, young and has little experience in the world, or her superiority in front of the Chinese people makes her make unreasonable demands.

"It's better not to shoot. Qin Fan refused mercilessly. Jones was a little surprised, among the Chinese people who didn't know how to refuse, Qin Fan was also an outlier.

Jones felt that the big boy in front of him was really a fan-like person, and it could be seen from the work that the connotation did not match his age, and the feeling of confusion, fear, and hopelessness in the work did not seem to come from him at all, and there were also those works that were obviously trying to express themselves in an alternative way, without that kind of whimsical idea, there would be no such performance anyway.

Stumbling and exchanging a few words with Jones, seeing that Jing Yin in the bedroom hadn't come out for a long time, Qin Fan felt strange, there was something in the big room that was worth her to see for a long time, and walked into the house while thinking about it, and Jones followed.

When I entered the door, I saw Jing Yin standing next to the bed, still holding leather shackles and attached ropes in her hands, and I don't know how she touched it, Qin Fan's face was a little red, and Jones, who came in, also saw the things in Jing Yin's hand, and couldn't help but look at Qin Fan with a strange expression.

Jing Yin heard the movement behind her, turned around and asked inquiringly, "Qin Fan, what is this for?" ”

Qin Fan was embarrassed and wanted to snatch the things from her hand, and squeaked, "This is the way... Prop. Jing Yin looked at him suspiciously, and then at Jones's strange expression, knowing that this was not a good thing, and suddenly her hand shrank back as if it had been burned by a hot soldering iron.

Although Jones was surprised, he also saw many strange habits of artists, the most famous is the Dutch impressionist painter Van Gogh in order to show his love for an ugly prostitute, he actually cut off one of his ears, and for fear that the world would not know, he painted a self-portrait of himself with his ear cut off. It's just that I was surprised that Qin Fan had such a hobby at such a young age.

On the way back, Jones and Jing Yin were chattering behind Qin Fan, Jing Yin gradually lowered her head, and her beautiful cheeks turned red and white.

When they parted and said goodbye, Jing Yin didn't look at Qin Fan directly, she just snorted and walked away.

In the past ten days, Qin Fan has never seen Jingyin again, let alone chatting happily in the afternoon sun like before.

Qin Fan felt a little lost in her heart, thinking back to how she could see the things she had hidden that day, and she didn't know how unbearable her image in her heart was now.

Qin Fan, who sighed softly, comforted himself: Let everything be as you like.