Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 25 25. Wild cats also have their own colors (please read and collect)

The sultry summer made Chen Li'an feel uncomfortable. He was too lazy to move and just wanted to lie under the electric fan and play the role of a corpse.

Chen Li'an looked outside at the calendar on the wall. Zhou Xun on the calendar was holding a bouquet of flowers and looking at him with a smile.

Today's date is July 10th.

The college entrance examination has just ended. As a social candidate, Chen Li'an also followed the example of fresh graduates and indulged himself during the summer vacation.

It would be great if there was cream ice cream or watermelon at this time. How can there be no watermelon and ice cream during the summer vacation?

Chen Li'an tilted his head and thought for a while, then he lay on the mat and moved his body, falling for himself.

After adjusting his position, Chen Li'an turned to the yard and shouted: "Lu Ming!"

After shouting, Chen Li'an felt that all the strength he had finally accumulated was consumed.

In less than a minute, a boy with a short haircut ran in from outside.

"Brother An, call me."

Chen Lian pouted at the bedside table and said, "Take two dollars from the drawer, buy two cream ice creams, and buy a watermelon. Put the watermelon in the water to calm it down."

"Okay!" Lu Ming ran to the bedside, took out two dollars from the drawer and ran out.

In less than five minutes, Lu Ming ran back again, holding a flower jacket in his hand.

"Brother An, I bought the ice cream, and the watermelon is also in town." Lu Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead, untied the coat in his arms, and took out two ice cream sticks.

Chen Li'an reached out and took a piece of ice cream and put it on his forehead, and immediately let out a sigh of relief.

Lu Ming looked at the remaining ice cream in his hand, tore off the outer layer of paper, opened his mouth and took a big bite.

The cold ice cream instantly stung Lu Ming's temples, and then he made a sucking sound at the same frequency as Chen Li'an.

Chen Li'an turned his head and took a look, and then said angrily: "Go and play, don't block the wind. Cut the watermelon in half and take it home at night."

"Oh. Brother An, I'm leaving now. Call me if you need anything." Lu Ming bit the ice cream, his expression distorted by the ice.

Chen Li'an took the ice cream off his forehead, tore off the wrapping paper, put it in his mouth and continued to act like a corpse that could eat ice cream.

"so boring."

After a while, Chen Li'an finished the ice cream, leaving only a wooden stick in his mouth.

The weather was so hot that Chen Li'an always felt like a fire was burning in his body. He glanced at Father Sun who was still working at work outside the window.

Chen Li'an got up with a curse, took his camera and film, and went out to Ma Xiaoqing's house.

I just went there to develop photos, and there was absolutely no other intention. Why didn't Chen Li'an have a darkroom?

Dong Dong Dong~

In the room, Ma Xiaoqing had just finished taking a shower and was wiping her hair. She walked to the door and asked, "Who is it?"

Chen Li'an sniffed his nose and seemed to smell the scent of shower gel. He patted his hair and said, "I'll develop the photos."

"Chen Li'an?!" Ma Xiaoqing opened the door in surprise, and then pounced on Chen Li'an.

The electric fan was blowing loudly in the bedroom. Chen Li'an wiped Ma Xiaoqing's hair and said, "Be patient later. I'm going to develop the photos."

Ma Xiaoqing was lying on the bed, with no strength left in her body. She tilted her head and looked at Chen Li'an, with a strand of hair still stuck to the corner of her mouth, and then she pursed her lips.

"What a beautiful thought!"

Chen Lian covered Ma Xiaoqing's face with the towel in his hand, then turned around and went to the darkroom to develop the photos.

Two hours later, Chen Li'an came out of the darkroom covered in sweat. He took a look in the bedroom and found that Ma Xiaoqing had fallen asleep.

"I slept well." Chen Li'an gently closed the bedroom door, went to the bathroom to develop a film, and then left the film with Ma Xiaoqing, and took all the photos with him.

Looking at the sky that had just darkened and the flaming clouds on the horizon, Chen Li'an raised his camera and was about to take a picture of this scene, when he realized that he had run out of film.

"What a pity. If only I had brought a paintbrush, I could still draw."

Chen Li'an muttered, and then walked involuntarily towards the direction of the West Village.

It was still the familiar and shabby little courtyard. Chen Li'an looked at Bai Qing, who was sitting at the door wearing a large white loose T-shirt, smoking and watching the sunset. He walked over and took the cigarette out of her mouth and threw it on the ground.

"I told you not to smoke."

Bai Qing raised his head and glanced at Chen Li'an, then took out another cigarette from the box and lit it: "You care about me? You have the ability to care about me for the rest of your life."

Chen Li'an looked at Bai Qing, who was suffering from hysteria, and suspected that she was smoking something big.

"I'm here to borrow some painting stuff."

"It's in the house, get it yourself."

Chen Li'an went into the house and took out his painting materials, set up an easel in the yard, and sat there painting quietly while the fire clouds had not dissipated.

Bai Qing turned around and took a look, deliberately blowing a puff of smoke into Chen Li'an's face.

The smell of second-hand smoke was a bit pungent. Chen Li'an frowned slightly, but did not stop using the brush in his hand.

Bai Qing looked at Chen Li'an and muttered: "Heartless man, boring!"

Bai Qing threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground and stamped it out, then rested his head on Chen Li'an's shoulder and watched him fill the blank canvas with red clouds.

"When can you draw me a picture?" Bo Qing asked softly.

Chen Li'an thought for a moment and said, "October, but it might be a little later."

"Then I wait for you."

"Yeah." Chen Li'an paused and said, "Don't smoke."

A smile appeared at the corner of Bai Qing's mouth, and his fair cheek rubbed against Chen Li'an's shoulder, without agreeing or rejecting.

The sunset was about to dissipate, and a slight evening breeze blew in the sky. Bai Qing's black hair gently brushed Chen Li'an's neck, seeming to express her happiness for her master.

The moment the fire clouds disappeared from the sky, Chen Li'an put down the brush in his hand.

Bai Qing gently sniffed the smell of oil paint and turpentine, seeming to think of that day again, and his originally gentle heartbeat began to accelerate again.

Bai Qing stretched out his fingers and dipped a little colorful oil paint on the canvas that was not yet dry, and then applied it on his toenails.

"Does it look good?"

Bai Qing lifted her white and tender feet and placed them on Chen Li'an's lap, shaking them gently.

The red paint on Bai Qing's glowing white toes is particularly eye-catching and sexy.

But it was not perfect yet. Chen Li'an gently held the soles of Bai Qing's feet, then picked up the paintbrush and carefully painted on Bai Qing's toes.

Bai Qing looked at Chen Li'an's serious look and couldn't help but want to tease him. His toes wriggled restlessly, making him unable to write.

"I won't draw anymore if you keep doing this." Chen Li'an clamped Bai Qing's dishonest feet with his legs, raised his head and looked at her and said.

Bai Qing pouted slightly, but put his arms around Chen Li'an's neck, leaned against him and said to himself: "An art dealer took a fancy to my painting, and he wanted to buy my painting of Death and Rebirth. I didn’t sell it to him, I wanted to keep it for the rest of my life.

When you finish painting for me, I will leave this annoying yard, but I am reluctant to leave here for fear that you will not find me. "

"You said I look like a cat. Either let me go or take me home. Don't always think of visiting me when you are idle and bored."

Chen Li'an painted both of Bai Qing's feet a nice red color, and then said, "I'm not suitable for raising cats. I'm a stray myself."

Bai Qing looked at his toes. The gorgeous red color seemed to suit him very well, and the oil paint had a faint reflection under the moonlight.

It’s as beautiful as stepping on a piece of sunset. Wild cats also have their own colors!