singer of the so-called director of love

After the New Year, the movie "Race" has entered a stage of intense publicity, and plans to release it globally simultaneously.

As soon as the promotional poster came out, the entertainment circle exploded.The almost forgotten movie that Shui Le casually mentioned half a year ago turned out to be a big production with such a lineup, and she played the most important role in it.

This is Shui Yue's second big-screen work that takes the lead. Both times are famous directors, but their styles are completely different. "Race" is a magnificent Western fantasy masterpiece, with a vision extending from all human beings to all species in the entire natural world. It tells the historical journey of human beings struggling to survive in the prehistoric era with negative force and full wisdom.

The performance of Shui Le in this movie quotes a sentence from "Movie Vision": This is a milestone movie, and she has created a milestone character with more than three points.And the most influential foreign media, "Global Weekly" directly asserted: there is no doubt that she will become the youngest international actress in Asia.

However, these have nothing to do with Shui Le. She completely escaped the public view on the first day of the film's release. She has more important things to do, about the paintings she brought back from the film crew.

"Brother, can I do it tomorrow morning? I'll go and see the venue and study the layout of the exhibition hall."

"Okay, I've already contacted the designer, and I'll ask him to go over there tomorrow to communicate with him, and I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"Okay." Shui Le put down the phone, collapsed on the sofa of Ian's house, and finally had a good night's sleep.

"That old-fashioned brother of yours is quite efficient." Ian handed her a cup of hot milk, "Hurry up and go back to sleep."

"Zuo Zuo is not here, why are you driving me away? Also, brother, is that serious and rigorous?"

Ian curled his lips, expressing his disdain for compliments.The elder brother of Shui Le is a close disciple of the teacher who studied Chinese painting with her when she was a child. She has a deep knowledge of Chinese painting and has a faint sense of mastery.The senior brother has always taken good care of this little junior sister, Shui Le, but he is too rigid and extremely boring, which does not please Ian.Of course, Ian's preferences don't matter.

"Are you sure it's your senior brother who will stand up for you this time?"

"Well, he's used to it anyway, I'm too lazy to deal with those people."

When Shui Le showed her paintings publicly for the first time, she had already entered the entertainment circle. In order not to let her works be too frothy by the glitz of the entertainment circle, she chose to "hide her name". Please brother help.

Therefore, "Miss Water" can be regarded as a small legend in the painting and calligraphy circles.In the few years since the publication of the first work, Shui Le has participated in many art exhibitions, and each exhibition will not exceed five works, and the themes and techniques of several art exhibitions are completely different, so although the industry Her works are highly praised by the public, but little is known about her by the outside world.However, such qualities make collectors flock to them. So far, more than one of Shui Le's works has sold for more than one million yuan. This is a sky-high price considering her shallow qualifications and low output.The opinions of collectors are: she has completely blurred the boundaries between watercolor and color ink, not only blending techniques, but also creating an unprecedented aesthetic feeling.

"How long is the exhibition?"

"One month."

"I figured it out, it won't start until the 7th of next month, and by the 7th of the next month, the post-production of Blue Ice's documentary is almost finished, and it's just in the release period. Tsk tsk, Shui Lele, when will you treat you The album is arranged with such care, I promise I will be moved and cry for you!"

"Milk really helps sleep, I suddenly feel so sleepy, I'm going home to sleep, bye!"

"Does Lan Bing know about the auction?" When Shui Le walked by, Ian took her hand and asked.

"Of course I'll know when the time comes." Shui Le stopped and replied indifferently.

"What I mean is, if Lan Bing knew in advance, or if you took the initiative to cooperate with the crew and plan properly, the publicity effect of the film would be better, and more funds would be raised." After a pause, Ian confirmed, "Are you doing it for her documentary?"

"No." Shui Le broke free from his hand, and walked lazily towards the door, "I'm for her."

"Why do you have to be so sneaky to see your own art exhibition!" Shui Le lay on the car window, watching the pedestrians outside the window dwindle and the sky getting late, complaining weakly.

"You can go out now, or we can come early tomorrow. Although I am very busy, if Lele likes it, I will be happy to accompany you." Lan Bing suggested "understanding".Not long after her movie was shot, she just came back from the mountains a while ago and has been busy with post-production. Today, because it was the opening of Shui Le's art exhibition, she squeezed in a little time to come out. "Imagine standing in the middle of a group of people looking at the painting and listening to them praise my girlfriend endlessly. It should feel good~"

"But after thinking about it, if there are only the two of us in such a huge exhibition hall, and the room is full of artistic atmosphere, it will be rare and romantic, what do you think?" Shui Le flattered.

"It seems very insincere to perfunctory such impromptu sweet talk to my significant other, Miss Shui." Lan Bing said that it would not work.

Shui Le muttered: "It's good if you are willing to perfunctory, but you still hate things..."

Lan Bing touched her face, pinched her nose lightly, and indulged her infinitely.

When the art gallery was almost closed, Shui Le took Lan Bing to find her exhibition hall. At this time, the art gallery was empty, and it was really only full of artistic atmosphere.

Lan Bing stopped at the entrance of the exhibition hall, stared at the title written with a brush, "Rich and Poor" for a few seconds, and asked casually, "You wrote it?"

"I write with a calligraphy brush. It's very ugly... This is written by my senior brother, and my senior brother is very good." Shui Le tactfully revealed her shortcomings, and by the way, she praised her senior brother who was always despised by Ian.

"Well, next time I see you, a powerful senior brother, thank you for helping my girlfriend so much." Lan Bing glanced back at her, replied solemnly, and walked in by himself.

Shui Le inexplicably felt that Lan Bing's eyes were meaningful, and she was terrified after thinking about it, and hurriedly followed, "Lan, my senior brother is a man!"

Lan Bing couldn't hold back all of a sudden, and laughed out loud. "if not?"

Shui Le looked at Lan Bing's smile, and realized belatedly, "I mean——"

"Well, I know, look at the painting." Lan Bing looked at her like a child.

Shui Le shut up awkwardly, thinking, I didn't come to see the paintings, I came to see you to see my paintings.

In Shui Le's own opinion, among the paintings she brought back from the film crew, in fact, there were only three works that were called paintings that she spent a lot of effort and inspiration on.The rest is nothing more than her graphic design based on sketches to express this theme.

That day in the small town in the mountainous area, she heard Lan Bing say that passage, and then saw those diaries, which were indeed beautiful and moving.However, the stories in those diaries were not modified by that respectable teacher with her beautiful eyes?

If you put aside all sensibility, you will find that beauty is just some fragments in a long time, or some moments captured by kind emotions.Interspersed between these moments or fragments are more ordinary, sometimes even unsightly.Fortunately, most of these defects can be repaired, as long as people can see and want to.

So Shuiyue highlights these incomplete parts, and the colors are entrenched in those gray lines and shadows.For example, under the quaint eaves with bead curtains hanging down in the rain, the road is so muddy that it is difficult to walk.For example, under the bright sun, the edge of the meadow covered with unknown wild flowers, and the farmland with withered crops.For example, under the majestic cliffs, there are stone piles left after the landslide destroyed the mountain road.For example, inside the courtyard wall covered with vigorous vine leaves, there is an old man who can't get out of the stone house, lingering on his last breath.

Lan Bing stared at these works, but her mood was completely different from last time.These realistically highlighted realities are shocking.But what it expresses is not the painter's young cynical malice, but the old deep compassion.However, her painter is so young, her insight and compassion for suffering do not rely on intelligent understanding and empathy, but come from the deep pain in her young memory.

Lan Bing burst into tears.

Shui Le was completely panicked, looked at her at a loss, couldn't even call her name, and didn't dare to wipe the tears that ran across her cheeks.

But Lan Bing looked at her and smiled gently, took her hand and pressed it on his heart, "Shui Le, every time I feel that I will not love you more than this moment, I am so stupid." She said.Then he hugged her tightly in his arms.

Shui Le wrapped her arms around her waist obediently, closed her eyes, savored her words carefully, and smiled unconsciously with the corners of her mouth bent.

Lan Bing quickly adjusted her mood, wiped away the tears on her face naturally, then took her hand and walked to an oil painting, "Double Room in Guest House". It turned out to be such a wonderful picture after the oil paint was applied.The thin golden sunlight shining in from the window seemed to walk across the floor and the edge of the bed, like a peaceful and peaceful gaze, watching Lan Bing's face at this moment, making her return to that day in a trance, that focused back, that A silent evening.

"I don't know how to buy Miss Shui's painting, I sincerely keep it." Lan Bing spoke quietly without taking his eyes off the picture.

"Thanks to director Lan Bing's love, but I'm sorry, this painting is not for sale."

"Oh, why?" Lan Bing was a little surprised, and finally turned to look at her. She also looked at her with a half-smile, calmly, and answered three words.

"Send it away."

Lan Bing showed a rather regretful expression, and turned to look at the painting again, and after a while, said lightly: "It's a pity."

Shui Le lowered her head, smiled lightly, barely showing any traces, and after a while, tugged at the corner of her clothes, "Let's go, the museum is going to be closed."

After getting in the car, Shui Le pulled the seat belt and fastened it. When Lan Bing backed the car out of the parking space, he suddenly asked, "What's the name of the documentary?"

""my teacher"."

"What about the Foundation?"

"the same."

"Well, this name is deeply in my heart!" Shui Le nodded pretendingly. "When will it be released?"

"It will be released at the end of the month, and the foundation of the same name will be established at the same time, and it will be broadcast in the middle of next month."

"So soon?" It was a little faster than expected, but it happened that the auction could be brought forward to the day when the exhibition ended.

"Well, there is basically nothing to do in the post-production except for editing and soundtrack. This is the benefit of spending a whole year shooting. And it is a small cost. The funds are spent on the crew's food and accommodation, not on publicity. There are too many articles." Lan Bing seriously joked, and turned to look at her, "Why, will Lele contribute to my ratings?"

"You misunderstood, I don't even have a TV at home, so I can't help you~ At most, I can say good things for you when the ratings are low, and get good reviews."

"I vaguely remember someone saying that I'm good at making surprises. Am I wrong?"

"The old horse stumbled..."

Lan Bing couldn't laugh or cry.