Fringe artists in the entertainment industry

Chapter 61 61. The opening of the film festival (seeking for further reading)

The temperature at night is very low, and the snow becomes hard and makes a crunching sound when stepped on.

Chen Li'an took Mr. Zhou's hand and put it into his coat pocket, looked at the dim light and asked softly: "Are you still singing in the bar recently?"

"Well, I wanted to be a singer at first." Mr. Zhou said with a smile, and then said with some self-deprecation: "Unfortunately, I don't have any talent, so now I can only make ends meet."

Chen Li'an thought of the albums Mr. Zhou released later and said after a moment of silence: "It's better to be an actor. You are more suitable to be an actor."

Mr. Zhou didn't understand the meaning of Chen Li'an's words. He kicked the snow on the road and shouted as if to vent his anger: "I will definitely become a big star in the future!!"

Mr. Zhou's ambition is very contagious. Chen Li'an felt the beating pulse in her soft palms and shouted: "Young Master Zhou will definitely become a big star!"

"Yes! A bigger star than Gong Li and Cheng Meiren!!!" Mr. Zhou shouted again, echoing in the empty streets.

Chen Li'an's open mouth slowly closed. Why did he feel that Mr. Zhou's starting point was not quite right?

But Mr. Zhou's appearance made Chen Li'an feel very interesting. He rubbed her palm with his fingers in his pocket and said, "You will definitely become a big star."

Mr. Zhou snorted and turned to look at Chen Li'an and said, "When the time comes, I will support you! You will be locked up at home every day and you won't be allowed to go anywhere!"

"Haha, then you have to make more money, I'm so expensive!"

"No matter how expensive it is, it must be included! It belongs to me!"

Looking at Mr. Zhou who was deliberately teasing him, the gloom in Chen Li'an's heart dissipated a lot. Although there are many bad people in this world, there are still many things worth being happy about!

The elves on earth are so cute!

The two staggered through the snow and arrived at the National Art Museum of China. It was already dark inside, with only the lights in the security room at the entrance. Chen Li'an walked over and took out two cigarettes from his pocket and knocked on the glass.

The security guard who was napping in the security room suddenly opened his eyes and saw Chen Li'an through the window. He got up and walked over to open the window and asked, "Why are you here at this time?"

Chen Li'an has been running here every day these days. He is quite familiar with the security guard and has chatted with him several times.

"Master Li, I'm here to take a look at the exhibition hall. It will be on display the day after tomorrow, so I'm a little worried." Chen Li'an said and pushed the cigarette in his hand through the gap in the window.

Master Li glanced down, then silently took the cigarette and put it in the drawer.

"Okay, but I have to follow." Master Li said, picking up the flashlight on the table.

Chen Li'an immediately smiled and said, "You don't dare to enter if you don't follow me."

Master Li smiled, then left the security room and opened the door to let Chen Li'an and Mr. Zhou in.

Mr. Zhou followed Chen Li'an and silently looked at the tall building of the art museum, feeling a sense of trance and inferiority in his heart.

He can hold an art exhibition here, and I'm still singing in the bar.

Chen Li'an seemed to sense Mr. Zhou's emotions and gently squeezed her palm and said, "What's wrong with the big star?"

When he heard the word "big star", Mr. Zhou's face turned red for the rare occasion and he said with shame, "Stop talking!"

Chen Li'an laughed loudly, looked at Master Li who was walking in front, and then whispered to Mr. Zhou: "You are the big star in my heart, you will definitely become famous in the future!"

Mr. Zhou pinched Chen Li'an's hand, and then asked in a low voice: "Are you holding an art exhibition here?"

"No." Chen Li'an shook his head and said, "It's a photography exhibition."

"Oh, photography exhibition." Mr. Zhou nodded, then suddenly froze, took Chen Li'an's hand and asked in a low voice: "Didn't you bring my photos to the exhibition? You are going to die!"

Chen Li'an: "."Am I that kind of person? I'm not Teacher Chen!

Mr. Zhou felt that he was too embarrassed to see anyone. How could a photo like that be put on display?

Chen Li'an looked at the helpless Mr. Zhou, and without explaining, he just pulled her to follow Master Li's footsteps to the exhibition hall.

Master Li opened the showroom door with a flashlight, then went in and groped around, found the switch and pushed it up.

Pa~

The lights in the exhibition hall immediately turned on, and the photos on the wall were instantly illuminated by spotlights.

The strong light made Mr. Zhou squint his eyes, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and then vaguely saw the huge photos on the wall.

There are so many photos of such a large size, I’m done for myself.

Mr. Zhou, whose brain was already confused, put down his arms and looked at the latest photo intently.

Huh? Why not me?

Mr. Zhou immediately opened his eyes and looked over carefully. Only then did he see the picture of an old man taking money out of his pocket. His wrinkled face showed distress and hope, and his wrinkled hands were wrapped in red cloth. The stack of banknotes looked like they had been saved for a long time.

After seeing the content of the photo clearly, Mr. Zhou immediately trotted towards the exhibition hall, and after quickly walking around in it, he realized that he had thought wrong.

The people in the photos here are not themselves, not themselves in sexy poses late at night.

After realizing this, Mr. Zhou felt a trace of joy in his heart, but also a trace of ridicule.

What are you thinking about? This is the National Art Museum of China, a palace of art. Why would you display photos like that? You really take yourself too seriously.

Chen Li'an looked at Mr. Zhou who was waiting in the spotlight, like an ugly duckling that had not yet grown up. His small stature was a little lonely and self-deprecating.

Chen Li'an walked over, patted Mr. Zhou on the head and said with a smile, "Are you still worried now?"

"Hmm~" Mr. Zhou shook his head vigorously, looked at Chen Li'an with some embarrassment and said, "Are these the photos you took recently? I thought they were those photos."

"That's right, why are those photos on display here?" Young Master Zhou suddenly blushed when he thought of those strange postures.

Chen Li'an took Mr. Zhou's hand and said, "I haven't developed those photos. I'll give you the film later. You can develop it if you want. Those photos are very beautiful. Don't deny yourself."

Mr. Zhou blushed and nodded, then raised his head and looked at the photos and asked, "Who are they? Why did you want to take pictures of them?"

"A group of people forgotten by the times." Chen Li'an said softly.

Mr. Zhou looked at the photo with the same gaze. He felt as if his heart was shaken and the corners of his eyes suddenly felt sore.

In this night, Mr. Zhou seemed to suddenly understand the meaning of art, which was so vivid and shocking.

Two days later, Chen Li'an got up early, stood in front of the mirror and shaved carefully, wetted his messy hair with water, and smoothed it down bit by bit.

After putting on clean new clothes, Chen Li'an took a deep breath and walked to the yard.

Several retired uncles and aunties were already waiting in the yard.

"Xiao Chenzi, what exhibition are you taking us to see?" Uncle Li asked curiously.

Chen Li'an raised his head and glanced at the sunshine that broke through the clouds, and then said seriously: "Go and see yourself, see that you have not been forgotten."

Uncle Li did not understand Chen Li'an's words, and looked at each other with several old friends. They all felt Chen Li'an's seriousness and piety, and followed Chen Li'an's footsteps without asking questions in a tacit understanding and walked out into the golden sunrise.

A lot of people came to the National Art Museum of China today, and the continuous news advertisements for a week made all art practitioners in the capital curious about this exhibition.

When they saw Chen Li'an leading a group of elderly people in their decades walking towards the sun at the entrance of the exhibition hall, they were shocked by this scene.

What kind of silent power is that, like a burned-out candle bursting out with intense light at the end of life!

Everyone is looking forward to this exhibition and vaguely feel that this will be an unforgettable exhibition!

Several reporters at the entrance of the exhibition hall quickly picked up their cameras and pressed the shutter to record the scene.

Gong Li and Cheng Meiren, who were wearing sunglasses, stood together in the crowd. Looking at the silent and serious Chen Li'an, they couldn't help but straighten their waists slightly and took off the sunglasses on their faces.

Mr. Zhou, who was at the edge of the crowd, looked at Chen Li'an with adoration in his eyes.

At the entrance of the art museum, a black Mercedes-Benz stopped. Zhang Guorong opened the door and walked out wearing sunglasses. He looked across the square and saw Chen Li'an walking forward slowly on the steps, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"He will definitely be a great person in the future."

It will officially rise tomorrow! Chen Li'an will never be a soft-boiled man!