I really don't sell people [entertainment]

Fu Yunzhang almost thought that there was something wrong with his ears.

Looking for him after watching his first movie?

"Why? Because you think I look good?"

After saying this, Fu Yunzhang himself shuddered.

Unexpectedly, Han Hua thought about it for a while, and then said uncertainly: "I don't know, after all, I didn't answer, and the manager didn't ask too much, so I can't rule out the reason."

Seeing him like this, Fu Yunzhang always felt that he should stop joking with him about some things in the future. He always felt that even if he said, "I feel like I am a Wenqu star descending to earth", Han Hua would agree, indicating that it was possible.

However, Han Hua didn't notice that there was something wrong with his attitude. He seriously thought about the reason and almost bumped into two little girls passing by.

The little girl was startled at first, thinking it was someone, but when she saw...

Is this a bit familiar?

Han Hua was apologizing at first, but when he saw their eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

He asked, "Are you all right?" After getting a positive answer, he exchanged a glance with Fu Yunzhang, and before they could react, he said, "Then let's go first," and calmly speeded up his pace and disappeared.

One of the little girls watched them disappear, and then said "ah" suddenly: "That's Fu Yunzhang's assistant! The one we saw in the special variety show, the other one wearing a mask is Fu Yunzhang?"

After she finished speaking, she exchanged glances with her companions, and then quickly chased after them. It was a pity that the two of them slipped so fast that they were nowhere to be seen as soon as they turned a corner.

They couldn't help but regret that they haven't seen a real star yet...

And the two who hurriedly ended their trip and ran back to the hotel, when they walked into the elevator out of breath, they finally couldn't help bending down and laughing in unison.

Fu Yunzhang smiled and shook his head: "I feel like we are thieves."

Han Hua responded, "No, thanks to the fact that we two look like good people, otherwise passers-by would call the police if they saw two big men walking fast on the street with two little girls chasing after them. Got us."

Fu Yunzhang took off the mask casually: "So, I still have a lot of masks, let's go together next time?"

Han Hua took the mask over and put it on her face, then turned to look at Fu Yunzhang: "Is this the effect?"

Fu Yunzhang had finished laughing before, but seeing Han Hua like this, he couldn't help laughing again

Han Hua was confused, and when she returned to the room and looked in the mirror, she coughed lightly, smoothed her hair, and took off the mask.

Originally, his hair was not as docile as Fu Yunzhang's, and when it was blown by the wind while running, it looked even more messy.

However, when not wearing a mask, with that face, there is still a bit of an artist's bohemian feeling, but when the mask is on, it looks like a haggard patient sneaking out.

Han Hua said with concern, "No wonder those celebrities wear black masks, otherwise they would look like they were just recovering from a serious illness with no makeup on and dark circles under their eyes."

Fu Yunzhang responded, then looked at the dark circles under his eyes that were not so obvious, and said, "So, you can't stay up all night anymore. If you stay up all night, let alone dark circles, you will probably be bald, and then..."

Before Fu Yunzhang could finish a sentence, Han Hua had already filled in what he meant.

He looked at himself in the mirror, and then looked at Fu Yunzhang, who had been working fairly regularly except for big night scenes. For the first time in his life, he had the determination to quit the habit of staying up late: "It's not time! I'll start early today Go to bed and get up early!"

Otherwise, wouldn't it be too sad for two people to go out together wearing masks and look like a noble son and a miserable patient?

Fu Yunzhang listened to his promise, and didn't say whether he believed it or not.

He walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked at the street not far away that had stopped working at night, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Hua followed, seeing Fu Yunzhang's appearance, she put away her jokes and asked in a low voice, "Yunzhang, do you feel very happy?"

Fu Yunzhang laughed, "Yes."

When he was talking, his eyes fell on the street lamps on the street again: "I am very happy to see that in such a small county town, everyone can live and work in peace and contentment, and the city can continue to develop."

Looking at his expression, Han Hua felt that the sense of alienation from Fu Yunzhang, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, resurfaced.

It's just that the current Fu Yunzhang is no longer the previous Fu Yunzhang. As soon as this sense of alienation emerged from him, he was scattered by himself.He first continued to look out the window for a long time, then turned his head and looked at the painting tools Han Hua put aside: "Do you want to try painting?"

Han Hua asked "what" with some doubts, and Fu Yunzhang motioned him to look out the window: "Just draw this city, I'm a little curious, what does this city look like in your eyes."

Han Hua naturally wouldn't disagree with Fu Yunzhang's words.

He first stood in front of the window and looked at it for a while, then he arranged the things, found a suitable position and began to paint oil paintings.

Fu Yunzhang didn't feel bored either, so he just sat on the bed and watched. He watched Han Hua draw for an hour, frowning, and then drew more and more slowly. Finally, he stopped and thought for a while, and then rolled up the original piece of paper and threw it away. After moving to the side, he stretched his brows and started painting again.

Fu Yunzhang stepped forward, bent down to pick up the discarded drawing, went back to the bed and sat down, and then unfolded the discarded drawing to take a look.

Han Hua's painting style is actually very obvious, he uses the best light, basically from his use of light, many things have been highlighted.

This scrap is actually the same.

Its light is between light and dark, and tends to be neutral, with vibrant parts and gloomy parts, but these two parts are somewhat separated, as if dividing the whole city in two.

Although Fu Yunzhang did not study oil painting, he is not someone who does not understand painting at all.

He has seen a lot of Han Hua's works. Except for his own pictures, which he cannot judge in the game, the rest of the works have a very subtle sense of separation.

This probably has something to do with Han Hua's personality. His essence is a free-spirited person. He can understand many things, but it doesn't mean he agrees.

This kind of character is reflected in his paintings, that is, the expression of many things is too open and not enough. He didn't realize it at first, but later he realized it. After meeting himself, he began to have a difficult break-in, but this kind of break-in has always been It wasn't handled very well.

However, now Han Hua seems to have an inspiration.

Just as Fu Yunzhang thought, Han Hua did come up with inspiration.

He has always told He Qijun that Fu Yunzhang is his muse. This is not false, because Fu Yunzhang is born with the kind of restraint that he lacks, and it is the kind of restraint that hides a flame, not A pool of stagnant water.

He doesn't need to think about other things when he draws Fu Yunzhang, he just needs to draw the feeling that Fu Yunzhang gave him.

He has been in touch with the oil painting master who once taught him, and he has also shown his recent works to him, and the latter's evaluation is also very straightforward.

The level of painting Fu Yunzhang has completely surpassed himself. There are a few pictures that even he may not be able to draw at this level, but the others... can only be said to have improved, but they are still short of breath.

Han Hua also understands in her heart, but this kind of thing is not something that can be solved by understanding it. If it is understood, it can be solved, and the old man will not be able to find an ending after so many years.

But this time I came out with Fu Yunzhang, feeling the changes in my emotions, and thinking about Fu Yunzhang standing by the window, looking softly into the distance, Han Hua suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he realized something, and his writing became smoother and smoother .

The two of them returned to the hotel very early. Even if Han Hua had repainted once, by twelve o'clock, his second painting would have been more than half finished. I can finish drawing in one go.

"Is it true that we can't draw for a while?" Han Hua asked in a low voice.

The latter rejected his application mercilessly: "No, it's twelve o'clock."

After getting this answer, Han Hua honestly said "Oh", expressing that he understood, and there was nothing like hitting the table and flipping his face when someone interrupted his painting before. He even looked at Fu Yunzhang with a little joy on his face.

look!Yunzhang cares about him so much!

Seeing him like this, Fu Yunzhang was also in a good mood.He was going to go back to the room, but after standing up, he still asked curiously: "Can you let me see the painting?"

Without hesitation, Han Hua swallowed what she once said, "I don't like others looking at my semi-finished products", and replied naturally, "That's definitely possible, Yunzhang, you can watch it whenever you want."

Fu Yunzhang is quite satisfied with this answer.He stepped forward and took a look, then was slightly taken aback.

The style of Han Hua's painting is indeed different from his previous landscape paintings. This painting directly gives him a sense of breaking free, a feeling that a vibrant world is gradually breaking free from the static city.

This feeling of breaking free directly merged the two contradictory emotions together, without the slightest separation before.

"How is it?" Han Hua looked at Fu Yunzhang expectantly.

Fu Yunzhang stretched out his hand, caressed the street he just walked through from the air, and then laughed: "I like it very much."

These words are undoubtedly the highest evaluation for the current Han Hua, his eyes lit up instantly, this expression made Fu Yunzhang wonder if he could fall asleep tonight.

But regardless of whether he could fall asleep or not, Han Hua would obediently obey him since he had promised the other party, so although he opened his eyes on the bed for a long time after washing, he still didn't get up to pick up the paintbrush again, but tried hard to brew sleepiness.

At the same time, in a small apartment thousands of miles away, three middle-aged men gathered in the living room with the lights on, discussing in a low voice when to buy a plane ticket.

The thinnest among them has the toughest attitude: "Listen to me, buy tomorrow morning, it's good to arrive early, don't worry about the little money. Otherwise, if they move their positions, where can we find someone?"

Another person said: "I agree, as long as Fu Yunzhang and the financial backer behind him can be photographed, how much will it cost?"

The third person was still a little hesitant: "Does he really have a financial backer... I don't think so. If he could accept the unspoken rules, he would have become popular 800 years ago."

The thinnest one got angry when he said this: "Stop pretending to be a holy father, it's not the first time we've secretly photographed celebrities, so if you're so moral, don't do this business. Besides, you don't care if he has a financial backer, Anyway, it’s a private trip, so there will definitely be some intimacy. When the time comes, we’ll have the final say on whether it’s a friend or a lover, or something like a borrowed seat photo.”