Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 14 14. Listening to thunder in a silent place

The midday sun is very warm, shining warmly on people, and it seems to be able to dispel all the negative emotions in people's hearts.

Chen Li'an was walking on the street holding more than a dozen paintings, and with his somewhat messy long hair, he stood out among the crowd.

However, Chen Li'an was immersed in his own world and didn't care at all about other people's eyes.

When Chen Li'an returned to the community where the set was set, he saw Ma Xiaoqing kicking stones boredly downstairs of the unit from a distance, and Shu Qi squatting in the small flower bed next to him and smoking a cigarette.

Chen Li'an walked over with the painting in his arms and asked, "What are you doing here?"

When Ma Xiaoqing heard Chen Li'an's voice, she immediately raised her head and looked at him. Shu Qi also stood up and said, "You are finally back. I thought you ran away."

Chen Li'an really didn't understand why people from Xiangjiang always talked about running away, so he said helplessly: "I said I would be back before noon."

"Is this a painting you borrowed?" Ma Xiaoqing took one from Chen Li'an, looked at it carefully and said, "It's indeed very good. Is this an expressionist style? It's rare to see this style."

Chen Li'an was a little surprised when Ma Xiaoqing recognized that it was an expressionist style oil painting. However, it was not a complete expressionism, but also mixed with shadows of realism. It was a very contradictory and tangled transitional work.

Shu Qi also came over to look at it and couldn't help but ask: "This painting is very good. Where did you get it? Didn't you buy it with money?"

Judging from Shu Qi's unprofessional knowledge of oil paintings, these paintings all looked great. If these were his own paintings, he would definitely not want to give them to others as props.

The paintings were brought back by Chen Li'an from Lao Zhao. If he didn't need so many paintings for making movies, Lao Zhao could give all his inventory to Chen Li'an.

Lao Zhao, who has successfully transformed, now particularly dislikes the paintings he painted during the transformation period. Knowing that Chen Li'an wanted to use them to make movies, he took out all his previous works and let him choose.

Chen Li'an was quite surprised by Lao Zhao's attitude. After all, it was a testimony of his own transformation. If he said he didn't want it, he wouldn't want it. It would be great if other painters were so easy to talk to.

"With paintings like yours, the character Qi Lei is half standing." Shu Qi said with emotion.

Chen Li'an hummed, and then asked: "Go up and start filming now?"

"Let's go, I've been waiting for you." Ma Xiaoqing took the painting from Chen Li'an's hand, then walked next to him and sniffed.

Chen Li'an noticed Ma Xiaoqing's movements and turned to look at her, vaguely guessing the reason for her actions, but he opened his mouth but still did not speak.

Ma Xiaoqing, who was caught, shrank her neck and defended: "I just feel uncomfortable with my nose."

Ma Xiaoqing just wanted to smell if there was any strange smell on Chen Li'an. He didn't smell any strange smell, only smelled the smell of oil paint.

Chen Li'an leaned closer to Shu Qi, causing Ma Xiaoqing to pout in displeasure.

After returning to the room upstairs, the original junk paintings inside had been torn down by Wang Xiaoshuai and the others.

After seeing that Chen Li'an really brought back more than a dozen paintings, Wang Xiaoshuai breathed a sigh of relief and could continue shooting.

Wang Xiaoshuai was actually a little unhappy about Chen Li'an's seriousness.

Yesterday, he insisted on filming a simulated death, and today he insisted on changing the painting or stopping the show. In Wang Xiaoshuai's view, this was a challenge to his authority as a director.

But when all the paintings were hung up and the room was rearranged, Wang Xiaoshuai fell silent, walked up to Chen Li'an and said, "You're right, this looks like a painter's room."

Chen Li'an heard Wang Xiaoshuai's words as an apology, and smiled, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed one to Wang Xiaoshuai.

The green smoke slowly rose, and Chen Li'an patted Wang Xiaoshuai on the shoulder and said: "Sometimes there is just a little bit of truth between good and bad."

Wang Xiaoshuai smoked a cigarette and reflected on his mentality. It seemed that he had been relieved since he was banned last year.

On the movie Extreme Cold, he felt that he was not as passionate and serious as he was when he was filming the winter and spring days last year.

Even thinking about pleasing everyone, he didn't even dare to write his own name in the director's signature line.

Maybe it was because I knew there was no hope that this movie would be released, so I subconsciously didn’t take it seriously.

Underground filmmakers really need a strong heart and extremely strong love, otherwise it will be difficult to persevere.

Chen Li'an said that to Wang Xiaoshuai because Wang Xiaoshuai later became less insistent.

There is nothing right or wrong in this, but for now, Wang Xiaoshuai's retreating mood is not acceptable!

How can you make a movie if you are not determined? How can you be a director if you are not persistent and serious!

If you fool with the movie, the movie will fool you in turn. You will get neither reputation nor money, and you will only get a bad name!

Chen Li'an didn't want his first movie to be completed with the director's confusing attitude. You can take care of many things in life, but you should never be confused when it comes to your favorite career.

It was almost twelve o'clock now, but none of the crew had any plans to go to dinner. After getting ready, the seven or eight people in the room were waiting for Wang Xiaoshuai's call to start.

Chen Li'an took off his black turtleneck sweater, revealing the black vest underneath. His tight muscles made him not look like a painter.

However, when Chen Li'an closed his eyes and adjusted his emotions, the contrast in figure was synthesized at this moment.

Chen Li'an now exudes melancholy and confusion all over his body, and he has achieved a very contradictory sense of harmony between the contrast in his figure and the environment.

Chen Li'an walked into the bedroom and stepped directly on the bed with his boots on. He was like a lifeless puppet, losing consciousness of everything around him. He lay on the bed and fell asleep numbly and mechanically.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaoshuai couldn't help but mutter, "This is too damn strong."

This is Wang Xiaoshuai's first time filming a professional actor. His debut film Winter and Spring Days used non-professional actors. There are only a few professional actors in this movie, but the gap between them and Chen Li'an seems to be too big. .

Faced with such a scene, Wang Xiaoshuai could no longer control his excitement and immediately said to the people around him: "Get ready in one minute and start immediately."

All irrelevant personnel immediately exited the shooting space, leaving only Chen Li'an and the photographer in the small bedroom.

The camera was turned on, and the blank film began to faithfully record the scene in front of the camera.

Chen Li'an fell asleep, and Qi Lei opened his eyes. His numb and empty eyes looked at the ceiling, as if thinking and experiencing.

Qi Lei had locked himself in his room for three days. Anguish and entanglement filled his heart. After simulating death three times and before the summer solstice of ice burial, he felt an unprecedented pain.

He wanted to complete his performance art, but he was worried about the final result. At this moment, he was afraid and backed down.

He originally thought that he could dedicate everything to art, but as the time of Beginning of Summer gradually came, he felt the terror of death.

This made him feel ashamed, and strong shame filled his heart, so he locked himself up and refused to eat or drink, hoping to strengthen his heart.

It seems that he wants to use this childish way to prove that he is not afraid of death.

The extreme hunger made Qi Lei extremely painful. Outside the bedroom, his sister had prepared food, and Qi Lei could even smell what it was.

Complaints in the living room fell on Qi Lei's ears. He sat up irritably and looked at the paintings in the bedroom, trying to draw strength from them.

Qi Lei began to struggle slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. Pictures of various foods flashed through his mind, and a large amount of saliva was secreted in his mouth.

Swallow, long, struggle, resist.

The body's instinct constantly urged Qi Lei to go out to eat to replenish the nutrients lost in the body. Every cell seemed to be screaming for hunger.

In Qi Lei's struggle with his will and body instinct, his body and consciousness finally reached their limits.

Boom~

Qi Lei fell heavily to the ground and fainted.

Yang Shu, who was carrying the camera, was startled. Just now, he really thought that Chen Li'an had been hungry for three days and then went into shock.

Fortunately, the camera on his shoulder reminded him that this was an act and it was all fake.

But Chen Li'an's performance just now made him feel too real, so real that he felt trembling deep in his soul!

Wang Xiaoshuai, who had been behind the photographer, was also stunned. He could not perform one line so well and so accurately. Only one sentence came into his mind.

Hear the thunder in the silence!