Cheng Ji paints women.

All kinds of women.

Fat, skinny, white, black, short-haired, long-haired......

All women are naked, but they don't make people feel sexual.

Their faces are mostly blurred, with the occasional nose and mouth visible, and other silhouettes bathed in light—sunlight, lights, stars, candlelight......

This feeling......

The deer couldn't say it slightly.

I don't know if it's the soft and hazy curves in the light, or the delicate texture of the skin under the halo, in short, she feels that every painting is extremely gorgeous.

Gorgeous and pure.

Lu Weiwei changed his opinion of Cheng Ji.

This guy is not useless, at least his work is really impressive.

One of the paintings, the largest and most eye-catching—

The woman in the painting turned her head to look to the side, the morning light spread over her whole body, and also drowned her face, and only a faint mole could be seen under the slightly open red lips.

Further down, there is a graceful swan neck and delicate collarbones.

The composition of the light makes her look like a chick that has broken out of its shell, making people feel new and inexplicably excited.

It's a beautiful painting.

The deer looked at it for a long time, unable to take his eyes off.

“…… Prepared almost half a year in advance, there are 96 paintings ready for exhibition, 12 of which are new works. Cheng Ji picked and chose among his paintings, put the new works in the forefront, and said, "Beautiful, right? ”

The tone is very shy.

Lu Weiwei suddenly had a sense of detachment from being broken and returning to reality.

"Uh-huh......" she replied very reluctantly.

I really don't want to praise him.

Cheng Ji didn't care either.

He touched his stomach, probably feeling hungry, so he picked up half a piece of bread on the table, and stuffed it directly into his mouth, regardless of whether it had expired or not.

After reading those new works, Lu Weiwei felt that they were all very good, but if you want to talk about the degree of shock, you still have to count the largest painting.

"Isn't this painting new?" Lu asked slightly.

Cheng Ji chewed his bread and shook his head, "...... It's been three or five years since I painted it. ”

"Who is the woman in the painting?" Lu looked at the painting slightly, "Is it a mannequin, it feels very different......

"I don't know either." Cheng Ji replied.

The deer looked at him slightly stunned.

"I don't know." Cheng Ji swallowed the food in his mouth, "About ten years...... Well, maybe eight or nine years ago, I bought a used car with all my possessions and traveled by car while I was drawing.

When you don't have money to spend, you stop and paint portraits of passers-by to earn money for food and gas. Then I went to Qingjiang, Qingjiang Bridge knows? It's the bridge where the sunrise is beautiful. ”

Cheng Ji pointed to the woman in the painting, "That's where I met her, when she was sitting by the bridge and wanted to commit suicide." ”

The deer's eyes widened slightly.

Without waiting for her to ask, Cheng Ji sighed heavily: "Damn, I've never seen such a fierce woman, rushed over and scolded Lao Tzu ......"

"Wait...... Wait a minute! Why is she scolding you? Lu looked at Cheng Ji slightly, "No, it's not...... I mean, she's going to kill herself, what are you scolding for? You should call the police to save someone! ”

Cheng Ji frowned, "How do I know?" The woman was a nervous man, and the devil knows which of her tendons was twitching......

Besides, she didn't write the word 'suicide' on the door of her head, I saw that the night was very good, a woman was sitting by the bridge blowing the wind, she looked pretty good, I took out a sketchbook to draw, but she suddenly rushed over and tore up my sketchbook! And pointed at me and scolded! ”

The corners of the deer's mouth twitched slightly.

I thought: If I commit suicide by jumping off the bridge, and there is someone next to me who is still painting leisurely, I will definitely have to go crazy.

"And then?" Lu Weiwei was more concerned about the follow-up, "She didn't really commit suicide, did she?" ”