Concealed and Blended: Fendai [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 41

    In order to allow Li Boxi to concentrate on painting Hong, the director specially adjusted the shooting schedule and postponed most of Cheng Ping's shots, allowing him to be free as a model during these three days.

    This gave the two of them plenty of time to talk about the song in secret.

    When he couldn't understand the song, Cheng Ping watched Li Boxi draw.

    He had only seen Li Boxi's commercial design draft before, and although he thought it was amazing, as a layman, he couldn't tell why. This is the first time he has seen Li Boxi's real painting level.

    The director asked to imitate the paintings of the Post-Impressionist period as much as possible, so Li Boxi did not refer to the photos much, but stacked large areas of color blocks with a scraper, and the thick gold and red collided with each other, dyeing the pale body with warm colors.

    Even so, that abstract figure still bears an astonishing resemblance to Cheng Ping.

    It seems that he has thoroughly grasped every inch of Cheng Ping's skin and every bone in the past few days, even if he is blindfolded, he can restore them one by one.

    Even Cheng Ping himself couldn't tell where the similarity was, but inexplicably saw a pair of stubborn eyes from the blurred facial features, which ignited a layer of phoenix fire in this thoroughly tragic character.

    Li Boxi changed to a thinner brush and began to outline the loose black hair.

    Cheng Ping squeezed a chair with him, leaned on his shoulder and looked at him: "I don't know how to do it, but I think it's much better than those multi-million dollar things at the auction."

    Li Bai laughed: "The auction The meeting was originally used for mutual speculation and money laundering. But you can’t be shot to death, and there are real masters.”

    Cheng Ping: “So why don’t you become a master and earn this hard money?”

    Li Baixi stopped the pen in his hand stop. Cheng Ping asked this question before, and he prevaricated at that time.

    Asked again this time, Li Boxi said slowly: "I don't want to add more rubbish to the art world."

    Cheng Ping: "...Are you serious? The painting is like this? Garbage?"

    Li Boxi: "When you write If you have no light in your heart—"

    Cheng Ping: "It's 'no soul'? Don't you scoff at this?"

    Li Baixi laughed and said: "On the contrary, I am a loyal supporter of the theory of soul, much more loyal than my junior brother's hypocrite."

    Because of this, That's why I changed my career.

    "I don't need to have a soul when I put on makeup. You just need to have one. But I recently discovered that this idea can be advanced." Li Boxi pointed to the wet paint, "If you are a model, maybe I can have a soul. This is a collection of works."

    Before he finished speaking, he regretted it. This was too utilitarian, he observed Cheng Ping's expression from the corner of his eye, trying to find something to remedy.

    Unexpectedly, Cheng Ping took it for granted: "It's a pity that I can't be a model with you two during the competition, otherwise I can give you a buff."

    Li Baixi: "...No way, I proposed the competition. Give him a break." The

    sponsor has already fixed the time and place of the competition, and asked Li Boxi to fly back to China in a few days to broadcast live.