There are many kinds of painting postures, and there are many kinds of painting materials, and human beings are always not satisfied with the existing art forms and painting materials, and they are gone forever on the road of exploring art.

Perhaps the predecessors painted too well, or perhaps the later generations were limited by traditional artistic thinking, and it was difficult for them to reach historical heights in traditional painting.

Pushing the boundaries of the old has become the only way out, and every night there are countless artists scratching their heads and thinking about how art can be innovated.

But sometimes it's useless to think too much, just do it.

Chen Li'an looked at the fine beads of sweat on the back of Zhou Huimin's neck, and watched her concentrate on painting up and down, each time she would draw to the deepest, and then pull the brush to the highest, and so on and so forth.

The brush is very wet, full of water stains, gouache painting is like this, more water is better to paint, Zhou Huimin is best at gouache painting, perhaps because she herself seems to be made of water.

I don't know how long later, Zhou Huimin suddenly pulled the brush high out of her control, and the white paint on the brush was all thrown on her body, and the spots looked more like works of art than the gouache painting.

Chen Li'an looked at the finished painting and exhaled softly, although he didn't move much, but as an indispensable object of this painting, he provided brushes and paints.

After a long period of creation, Zhou Huimin completely fell into silence after all her inspiration exploded, and lost all her strength and lay on Chen Li'an's lap weakly.

After resting for a while, Chen Li'an picked up Zhou Huimin and went to rest.

The early winter in Xiangjiang is also warm, and Chen Li'an likes the winter here, even if he doesn't turn on the heating, he can take a bath comfortably.

Playing mahjong all night last night, and painting with Zhou Huimin in the morning, Chen Li'an's spirit was a little sleepy, so he hurriedly dried his body and carried Zhou Huimin to the bedroom and fell asleep.

When Chen Li'an woke up again, it was already more than five o'clock in the afternoon, and Zhou Huimin had already woken up, sitting bare-legged on the sofa in the living room looking at the gift Chen Li'an gave him.

A beautiful diamond necklace and a bank card, how much money is in the card Zhou Huimin doesn't know, but with Chen Li'an's character, a little money can't be taken out, Zhou Huimin doesn't guess, just throws the card aside, and admires the glittering light of the diamond necklace in the sun.

Chen Li'an walked over and took the necklace from her hand, and said softly, "I'll put it on for you." ”

"Okay." Zhou Huimin raised his slender and white neck, felt the cold diamond fall on his collarbone, and the thin platinum chain wrapped around his neck, and then slowly hung down.

The diamond sparkled on Zhou Huimin's collarbone, and for a while it was impossible to tell whether the diamond was beautiful or Zhou Huimin was beautiful.

Chen Li'an carefully admired it for a while and said, "When I saw it for the first time, I felt that it was particularly suitable for you. ”

"Do you like it?" Zhou Huimin looked at Chen Li'an and asked.

Chen Li'an raised his hand, his fingers ran over Zhou Huimin's collarbone, and finally stopped on the diamond pendant and said, "I like it, do you like it?" ”

"If you like me, I like it." Zhou Huimin said with a smile.

Under the sunset outside the window, Zhou Huimin's smile was brighter than a diamond.

Chen Li'an saw himself in Zhou Huimin's eyes, saw the smile on his face, and he was also happy at this moment.

Some people like to receive gifts, but there are also people who like to give gifts, Chen Li'an likes to give gifts very much, and likes to see others happy because of their gifts.

The gift is not important, the important thing is the kind of emotion that is harvested, just like painting, the painting itself is not important, the joy brought by painting is important.

You see, in fact, the essence of many things in this world is the same, all with philosophical thinking, and art is only a part of philosophy.

The Xiangjiang River at night is very beautiful, but this beauty can only be seen if you live high enough, and people who live in pigeon coops cannot see these beautiful night scenes, and you can only see another gray mansion when you open the window.

The only thing that can give comfort is the evening wind, and she is fair.

Zhang Baizhi stood by the window and enjoyed the few fairness and gentleness in this city, the city is very interesting, the movie is full of brotherhood and morality, but in fact, people are cold and unlikely.

Trust has always been a luxury here, Zhang Baizhi's family is broken, his father is a gambler, and his mother has been married many times, so she doesn't trust anyone, but she has special trust in Chen Li'an.

Maybe Chen Li'an is too far away from her, how could such a character standing in the clouds deceive an ant.

It may also be because Chen Li'an did everything he promised her, went to Paris to stand in the world's largest fashion show, and returned to Xiangjiang to become a hot star girl.

Zhang Baizhi slowly closed the window, the silence outside was cut off, and the chatter and quarrels in the room also pulled her back to the real world.

She was still standing in the lowest quagmire in the city, and she was going to climb up, out of this quagmire, and stand on the brightly lit mountain, where she overlooked the whole Xiangjiang River.

Tonight is her chance, Zhang Baizhi knows very well that this is the closest she is to that mountain, as long as she seizes the opportunity, she can get out of the quagmire.

Downstairs in the building, a black Mercedes-Benz was quietly parked there, and Li Xue sat in the car and looked through the window to look at the other side of the city.

It wasn't until she saw Zhang Baizhi coming out of the dilapidated building that she slowly came back to her senses, Li Xue looked at Zhang Baizhi and felt that she didn't belong here, even if she didn't have today, she would leave here sooner or later.

Li Xue pressed the window of the car and smiled at Zhang Baizhi for the first time, and smiled at her.

Zhang Baizhi walked to the front of the car and pulled the car door and sat in, he didn't see Chen Li'an, but there was no surprise, just wondered why Li Xue was smiling at him.

Li Xue didn't explain anything, just told the driver to drive.

Zhang Baizhi put her hands on her knees to calm down, she didn't know where she was going, and she didn't know what was waiting for her, but she was willing.

The car soon arrived at its destination, Zhang Baizhi looked at the scenery outside the car window, and wondered why he came here, this is not a hotel, nor a restaurant.

It was unlike anything she had expected, and she was starting to get a little nervous.

Li Xue looked at Zhang Baizhi and said, "Miss Zhang, Mr. Chen is waiting for you inside." ”

Zhang Baizhi turned his head to look in the direction pointed by Li Xue, and a trace of surprise appeared in his heart, and he felt that it was not strange.

This is Chen Li'an's Wave Art Space.

Zhang Baizhi turned his head to look at Li Xue and asked seriously, "Am I beautiful today?" ”

Li Xue was silent for a moment, and said seriously: "It's beautiful." ”

Hearing Li Xue's words, Zhang Baizhi smiled and said thank you softly, then pushed the car door and got out of the car.

Li Xue looked at her departing back and was silent for a while before letting the driver drive.

Today she also understands a truth, everyone has their own suffering and their own way of living, it is not noble or lowly, you will never know what other people's suffering is like if you are not in that position.

There are not many lights on in the closed art space, Chen Li'an stands in front of a picture and looks at the girl in the painting, and a sad girl by a narrow window looks at the sky and is crying.

This is a painting by a Xiangjiang artist, Chen Li'an doesn't know his name, but he likes this painting very much.

Zhang Baizhi saw Chen Li'an, quietly walked behind him, and also looked at the painting.

Neither of them spoke, just admiring the painting.

After a long while, Chen Li'an spoke: "Do you like this painting?" ”

"I like it." Zhang Baizhi replied softly.

Chen Li'an reached out and took down the painting and said, "Then I'll give it to you." ”

Zhang Baizhi took the painting and held it in her arms, this was the first gift she received from Chen Li'an, and it was also the most special gift she had ever received.

The painting may not be worth much, but she really likes it.

Chen Li'an turned around and continued walking towards the art space, and Zhang Baizhi followed behind him with the painting in his arms.

There were only the two of them in the huge space, and there was no communication between them, but Zhang Baizhi felt that he had never been so close to Chen Li'an.

This silence was not broken until Chen Li'an finished reading all the paintings.

"Are you hungry?" Chen Li'an turned around and looked at Zhang Baizhi and asked.

Zhang Baizhi happened to stand under the aperture of the spotlight, holding the painting and nodding gently.

Chen Li'an thought for a while and said, "How about cup noodles, I haven't eaten them for a long time." ”

Zhang Baizhi was a little dazed, looked at Chen Li'an and said with a smile: "Okay." ”

Although she had just eaten it at noon, and although she had eaten it many times since she returned to Xiangjiang, she always felt that tonight's cup noodles would be different.

After a while, Chen Li'an came back with two soaked cup noodles, and the two of them just sat on the steps of the art space and ate cheap instant noodles.

Zhang Baizhi was still holding the painting in her arms, eating noodles in small bites, I don't know if it was an illusion, she felt that tonight's noodles were much better than those she had eaten before.

"Why is the noodles you give me so much better?" Zhang Baizhi looked at Chen Li'an and asked.

Chen Li'an put down the noodles in his hand and said: "Because you used to eat because you survived, you had no choice, and all you ate was the poverty and tribulation of life." Now you have a choice, you can eat it if you want to eat it, you can eat it if you want, and choose it because it is convenient or nostalgic, not because it is cheap and satisfying. ”

Zhang Baizhi was stunned for a while and said, "Do I have the right to choose?" ”

"Of course." Chen Li'an wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "It's been since you walked into my room that night. ”

Chen Li'an stood up, turned his head to look at Zhang Baizhi, stretched out his hand and said, "Have you finished eating?" ”

Zhang Baizhi looked at the remaining half of the noodles, and suddenly had an urge in his heart, as if he had read something in his throat, and after a long while, he looked at Chen Li'an and said seriously: "Not yet." ”

Hearing Zhang Baizhi's answer, Chen Li'an suddenly laughed, withdrew his hand and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you." ”

I'll wait for you. Zhang Baizhi's tears suddenly flowed, whimpering and eating the noodles that were about to be cold.

Zhang Baizhi somehow thought of the movie he had just finished filming, and thought of the line in the movie.

I'll raise you

Zhang Baizhi cried just like the scene where he sat in the car and cried that day, but this time the tears were not performed.

Zhang Baizhi cried and finished eating, threw the painting in his arms on the ground, as if throwing away his broken past, stood up and hugged Chen Li'an, stood on tiptoe and kissed his face.

(I wanted to drive, but I didn't want to drive it, after all, Chen Li'an is not really Mr. Chen, okay, I'm done writing, sleep.) ）

Only to find out that the previous chapter was not sent out.

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