Mr. Vermeer, your previous paintings were all painted by young ladies dressed as models in the clothes of commoners, right? ”

Vermeer withdrew some of his attention from his wife, and in response to the curiosity of the young ladies, he said frankly, "yes, because in fact, those real commoners don't have the time to sit leisurely in the sun-filled living room doing their crafts—"

The two young ladies did not listen to him carefully, and the two young girls exchanged a tacit glance with a hint of excitement, and the blonde young lady smiled and spoke again: "So, Monsieur Vermeer, do you think that my sister and I can be your models?" ”

Vermeer was stunned, his gaze subconsciously fell on his wife in front of him, and the Marquis beside Catherina did not shy away from dragging her plate and cutting the lamb chops inside into smaller pieces that were easier to eat.

An irrepressible mocking smile appeared on his lips, but his eyes were cold without any warmth, and he responded to the two young ladies in an extremely calm, even slightly malicious voice: "If your parents, your fiancé, don't mind that your portrait appears in the private collection of Monsieur Marquis!" ”

The two young ladies let out an exclamation, the small folding fan in their hands covered their lips for the first time, their eyes were round, and their eyes rolled slightly, looking quite cute.

This scene, in the eyes of the Marquis and the Mistress in the foreground, seemed to the painter to tell some kind of joke, making the two young ladies lean forward and backward.

Picking up the goblet on the table and taking a sip of red wine, the Marquis chuckled with interest: "It seems that your husband is enjoying this dinner very much." ”

Catherina smiled slightly, picked up a small lamb chop with her fork, and brought it to her mouth, her lips were closed, only the slightly bulging cheeks showed that she was using the little lamb chop, and after a moment, she laughed softly: "The lamb chops are really delicious, and I enjoyed this dinner too, sir." ”

The young marquis leaned heavily on the high-backed chair, and in the face of such an inexhaustible flirtatious object, all his ambiguous language was quietly transformed into normal social rhetoric by her, which really frustrated him and at the same time derived more and more interest.

Without hesitation, the young marquis, who had already had enough to eat, stretched out his hand and summoned the servants, and plates of delicacies that had only moved a few bites were removed from the long table, and the young ladies and gentlemen rose one after another, and slid onto the dance floor with a little nervousness and excitement.

Servants with wine trays shuttled among the guests, dance, drink, dance, drink, has completely become the theme of this dinner.

After politely declining the Marquis's invitation to dance for the first time, the hostess finally shook his hand at the young Marquis's third polite invitation, and the two of them slid onto the dance floor together.

After the dance, the Marquis led her to an unobtrusive pillar in the hall, took two glasses of red wine from the passing waiter, and handed one to the hostess.

After taking a big sip of red wine, the young marquis's face was becoming more and more rosy because he had just finished dancing, he stretched out his hand, and couldn't wait to loosen the bow tie that bound him tightly, revealing the rolling Adam's apple, and his voice was hoarse: "My dear, how have you considered my proposal to you?" ”

The hostess smiled slightly: "What proposal?" About my husband's new work? ”

The young marquis's eyes became deep, he laughed softly, raised his index finger, as if to touch the red lips of the hostess, and finally laughed, retracted his hand, touched his thin lips regretfully, and whispered: "Catherina, you know what I'm talking about. ”

Seeing the indifferent look of the hostess, he grinded his teeth with love and hate, looked around with his eyes, and this time, said his request very clearly: "Just one night, one wonderful night!" ”

"You're still Madame Vermeer, and you won't have anything to lose!"

The hostess drank the red wine from the goblet in one gulp, and this time, she still looked at the young marquis, but her pretty face was more serious than ever, "There will be nothing to lose?" No, I'm going to lose my husband! ”

The marquis snorted disapprerovingly: "Ha, he won't know!" ”

The hostess turned her back to the young marquis, and said softly, "But I know. ”

With that, she strode towards her half-drunk, half-drunk, husband, who was laughing with two young ladies, and her thin arm could not refuse to hold Vermeer's arm, "Alright, Monsieur Marquis has promised to book our next work, and we should go home!" ”

The camera lens pulls back from the thin figure who is constantly stumbling under the drunken husband, and falls on the marquis who is looking at her, and keeps getting closer, and finally gives a close-up of his handsome face with a smile.

Ryan on the side couldn't help but complain: "Hey! Do we still have a way to survive when we shoot like this? ”

That's Leohhard!

Close-up of Leohard's recent photo!

The whole film will be overshadowed by this one shot, and everyone will watch this close-up over and over again!

Cyril poked his head out from behind the camera and said disappreciatively, "Don't you have any confidence in yourself and in our work?" ”

Without waiting for Ryan to answer, Cyril slowly exhaled a long breath, his eyes fell on the final shot of the camera with mixed feelings, and his mouth was full of bitterness: "If you were in my place, you would make the same choice as me......"

Before filming this scene, Cyril made a malicious decision for the victorious rival in love: for this dinner party that lasted for more than an hour, he had to cut as many shots as he could according to the strictest standards, on the premise of retaining the main plot, and cut as many shots of Leo Hard as he could!

It's better not to leave one!

Result –

It smells so good!

Although he didn't know what was going on, from the complicated and unspeakable face of his good brother, Ryan also faintly thought of something, and he tentatively opened his mouth: "Cyril, isn't it ......?"

Cyril pushed the camera away, trying to keep himself away from Leo Had's makeup-worn but still magical face, and said heavily, "Wait a minute, watch the replay for yourself!" ”

After watching the playback, you will know what kind of mood a director feels when he meets a top actor!

Tangled, irritable, ecstatic, entangled in every shot that wants to stay, irritable because of the limited length of the film, ecstasy in every shot that is kept is perfect beyond expectations!

All kinds of extreme emotions are enough to drive a normal person crazy!

Today, Cyril finally understands the true meaning of what his mentor said to him a few years ago!

- A top actor who will make you love and hate, and make you not like yourself.

It feels like we're coming to an end.

(End of chapter)