"How do you observe me?"

Chen Li'an was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the girl beside him, looked at it carefully, and said, "It's not suitable." ”

"Why?" Bai Qing's eyes were full of curiosity.

Chen Li'an explained softly: "I want to observe men, and female artists have no reference value for me. ”

"Yo, what about men and women? You're discriminating. The corners of Bai Qing's mouth twitched, and there was stubbornness in his eyes.

Fortunately, there was no women's right in China at this time, otherwise Chen Li'an's remarks just now would likely be misunderstood.

Chen Li'an looked at Bai Qing's eyes and said, "It has nothing to do with sexism, it's just that my theme this time is related to men." ”

Bai Qing raised his eyebrows when he heard this, obviously not believing Chen Li'an's rhetoric.

"For our group of marginalized people, the only difference between men and women is whether they go to the left or right of the public toilet, so there is no difference between men and women, unless your subject is related to sex."

Chen Li'an looked back at the girl who spoke very boldly, thought about it seriously and said, "It's okay, but why do you want to be the object of observation?" ”

"There is a plan, I will be your observer, you will be my model, I have no money to hire a model, I have been inspired for a long time, I have been waiting for a suitable model, I think you are very suitable." Bai Qing spread his hands and said his predicament and plans very bluntly.

"What kind of model?"

"That's what you think!"

"Oh, don't you think about it!"

......

There is no shame in dedicating oneself to art, Chen Li'an understood this truth in his last life.

But the premise is that it's really for the sake of art, not for some shady filth.

In order to be able to better observe these people in Songzhuang, Chen Li'an agreed to Bai Qing's exchange.

Or Chen Li'an is too involved in substituting himself into the character, and thinks this is a very interesting and worthwhile thing.

Bai Qing will become the object of his observation, and he will become Bai Qing's model and student.

After Chen Li'an agreed, Bai Qing excitedly pulled Chen Li'an to his room.

Looking at the impatient Bai Qing, Chen Li'an suspected for a moment that she didn't want to be a model herself, or that kind of model!

Bai Qing's room was not large, with little furniture except for a bed, and an open suitcase was scattered on the floor, which was full of clothes.

The air was still filled with the smell of turpentine and oil paint, and the newspapers on the walls had turned yellow and peeled off.

There was also a brazier in front of the bed, the charcoal fire in it was about to be extinguished, and the temperature was very low after night in the capital in March.

In front of the only window in the room was an easel with a painted human figure, a very plump female pose, lying seuphorously on the bed.

Chen Li'an took a closer look and found that the person on the painting seemed to be Bai Qing himself.

"How? Looks good, right? Bai Qing stood next to Chen Li'an and asked.

Chen Li'an looked at the painting and said, "It's very good, but the composition and background are not very good." ”

Hearing Chen Li'an's evaluation, Bai Qing said with some annoyance: "No way, I didn't have the money to buy a new canvas at that time, so I scraped off the original painting and painted it again." ”

"Are you so difficult?" Chen Li'an didn't expect Bai Qing to even have the money to buy canvases.

Bai Qing pulled a canvas from under the bed, patted the dust on it, and said, "That's why we're marginal." ”

"This is my last canvas, so this creation is important, do you know what I mean?"

Chen Li'an was looking at Bai Qing's stock of oil paints, and turned his head to look at her after hearing her words.

There was a little light in Bai Qing's eyes, firm and depressed.

"Am I really suitable?" Chen Li'an asked rhetorically.

"I need you to take it off and take a look, and if it doesn't fit, I'll put the canvas back."

Chen Li'an was silent for a moment and said, "Okay." ”

Bai Qing put the canvas on the bed, and then somewhere to find a roll of transparent plastic sheeting and waited for Chen Li'an to strip naked.

The black plus-size sweater was thrown to the ground by Chen Li'an, and the black jeans also fell to the ground with the release of the belt, and the metal belt buckle and the yellow earth surface hit a dull sound.

Bai Qing hugged the transparent plastic sheet and circled around Chen Li'an, and then said, "It's you." ”

"What's next? What's your theme? Chen Li'an looked at Bai Qing and asked.

Bai Qing unfolded the transparent plastic sheet and said, "Death and new life." ”

"I see." Chen Li'an's eyes were fixed on the transparent and smooth plastic sheeting.

Bai Qing spread a piece of plastic sheeting on the ground and said, "Lie down, like a baby." ”

Chen Li'an walked barefoot on the plastic sheeting, sat down and lay on his side on the ground, and then curled up like an unborn baby.

The coldness of the ground was transmitted to Chen Li'an through the plastic sheeting, forming an extremely strong contrast with the baby wrapped in warm amniotic fluid.

The pores on Chen Li'an's skin were closed, and the cold chill was invading and consuming his body temperature.

Bai Qing covered Chen Li'an's body with the remaining plastic sheeting in his hand, and then used gentle movements to stick the plastic on every inch of Chen Li'an's skin.

It's like being tightly surrounded and bound.

After Bai Qing set it up, he moved the brazier to Chen Li'an's side, took two steps back, and carefully looked at every inch of Chen Li'an's body.

Chen Li'an opened his eyes and looked at Bai Qing, his eyes were like a newborn baby with curiosity and despair about the world.

The collision of eyes in an instant instantly ignited Bai Qing's strong desire to create, and at this moment she felt that her soul was trembling.

"That's right! It is this feeling that a baby who is out of amniotic fluid is curious and fearful! ”

"It's you! The person I've been waiting for is you! ”

Bai Qing trembled with excitement, and goosebumps appeared on his exposed arms.

At this moment, Bai Qing felt that Chen Li'an and himself had reached a soul resonance, and that look conveyed all the things he wanted to express!

Chen Li'an lay on the ground, looking through the transparent plastic to look at Bai Qing's expression, and at this moment he seemed to understand the vigorous desire in the artist's heart.

Bai Qing couldn't wait to find a frame, and pinned the canvas to it with trembling hands.

Call... Call... Call...

Chen Li'an's breath spewed on the plastic, and a burst of white mist slowly blurred his face, and the temperature in his body slowly decreased with the exhalation of his breath.

The body temperature was dropping, but Chen Li'an felt that his heart was beating extremely strongly, like weeds growing up wildly among the stones!

Bai Qing picked up the easel and sat opposite Chen Li'an, staring at Chen Li'an, but his right hand had already skillfully pulled out a paintbrush.

The palette was at Bai Qing's feet, and the paint had been poured on it, and the soft brush stirred on the brown paint, and it was lifted to paint a heavy color on the white canvas.

Chen Li'an curled up on the cold ground and stared at Bai Qing, the curiosity in his eyes became less and less as time passed, replaced by a cold and piercing despair.

Bai Qing had several brushes between her fingers, and her movements were getting slower and slower, but the light in her eyes was getting brighter and brighter.

The cold pale on Chen Li'an's body and Bai Qing's increasingly flushed complexion formed a very sharp contrast.

One is close to death, the other is close to new life.

The light in the room was already dim, and the moonlight shone on Chen Li'an through the window, and the transparent plastic was emitting a cold white light.

Before you know it, the sky outside is starting to brighten again, and the first morning sun rises and the warm sunlight shines inside the house.

The brush in Bai Qing's hand has become the smallest model, making subtle drawings on the canvas.

When the last bit of white paint on the palette was exhausted, and all the white on the brush was painted on the canvas, Bai Qing seemed to have lost all the strength of his body, and the brush in his hand fell to the ground.

Bai Qing, who was slumped in the chair, gasped for breath with a strange flush on his face, and looked at the painting on the canvas with empty eyes.

After fourteen hours, death and rebirth were completed, and all Bai Qing's enthusiasm and desires were released at this moment.

Tears could not stop sliding from the corners of her eyes, and at this moment she was like a person who had lost hope and chose to drown, panicked and helpless, longing for a hand to reach into the water and give her hope again.

After more than ten minutes, Bai Qing sat up and looked at Chen Li'an, who was lying on the ground and closed his eyes.

Bai Qing looked at Chen Li'an under the transparent plastic, looking at his pale skin, powerful muscle lines, and angular facial features, and the intense fear in his heart could no longer be controlled.

Bai Qing stood up, grabbed the corner of his clothes with both hands and struggled upward, and the white short sleeves fell on the unpigmented palette.

Chen Li'an, who was unconscious, felt that his body was gradually warming, and his arms were like holding lava with restless and crazy desires, plump, soft, wild and gentle like water.