Chapter 51 Zhao Cheng, our mother and daughter almost fell for you!
Zhao Cheng's back was turned to Filia Chen, so Filia Chen couldn't see it, and Zhao Cheng's eyes were filled with golden light!
Filia Chen was a little stunned. She refused so ruthlessly before, but now she just came in and saw these paintings and changed her mind?
What does this mean?
Is it possible that the notorious evil young man who spends his days living and drinking is not coveting my body but my paintings??
Does he understand art?
Filia Chen didn't know that her random idea was actually right.
Zhao Cheng just coveted her paintings.
"Xiao Xiangye, why did you change your mind?"
Zhao Cheng said seriously: "An excellent painter like you shouldn't sleep like this. It would be irresponsible to the country and a huge loss to human art. I don't know if it's okay, but now that I see it, I won't
Let this happen!"
Filia Chen was shocked: "You...you actually..."
"Don't be too surprised, I can't hide my excellence from you anyway!"
"You really think so? Did you decide to help me because of my paintings?"
"Yeah. Don't give up, and you must keep painting well." Zhao Cheng grabbed Filia Chen's hand, carefully stroked each of her slender fingers, and said as if he had found a treasure: "I will not let you be a slave.
As a maid, I will arrange a job for you so that you can fully demonstrate your talents!"
At this time, Mrs. Chen opened the door curtain and came in. The look in her eyes towards Zhao Cheng changed slightly.
She looked at Filia Chen with tearful eyes and said, "Daughter, besides your father, someone finally appreciates your paintings!"
"Mom, I told you that Mr. Xiang is not a bad person."
Seeing Filia Chen letting Zhao Cheng touch her fingers, Mrs. Chen sighed and asked, "Is the work related to painting?"
Zhao Cheng nodded.
"Is such a good thing really possible?" Filia Chen still couldn't believe it and asked, "What do you need me to draw?"
Zhao Cheng thought for a while and felt that given Filia Chen's character, it would be better to explain it to her first.
He organized his language and said: "Paint people. Sometimes I also draw animals, but mainly people."
"I understand, it's a portrait."
Zhao Cheng shook his head and said: "You are so good, but painting portraits is too unqualified."
"Who is that picture of?"
"To be precise, it's about drawing people's movements and interactions between people." Zhao Cheng said seriously.
"Drawing a fight?"
"It's not a fight, but it's better than a fight."
Zhao Cheng picked up a paintbrush, found a blank drawing paper, and said, "I don't understand, so I will simply draw a picture for you."
"There is a man here, he is standing. There is a woman here, she is squatting. Squatting here... like this..."
Although Zhao Cheng's painting was ugly, the basic meaning was still expressed clearly. Filia Chen could indeed understand it, but asked in confusion: "Why are they not wearing clothes?"
"Zhao Cheng!!" Mrs. Chen has been watching from the side. Her inexperienced daughter does not understand this, but she has experienced many battles and understands it at a glance. Just watching these scenes with her daughter at the same time makes her also
The old man's face turned red and he said angrily: "I thought you were a good person just now, but our mother and daughter almost fell into your trap!!!"
Filia Chen asked: "Mom, what's wrong with you?"
"This man is a big hooligan! Before you even entered the Right Prime Minister's Mansion, he drew these for you to see. When you get in, you won't be eaten up by him even to the dregs??"
Zhao Cheng could understand Mrs. Chen's anger, but did not refute it. He still said: "From now on, your job is to draw these things. Of course, if you complete the task, I will give you time to create freely."
"Work is work, pursuit is pursuit."
Just like the night he taught Yang Cai'e a lesson, Zhao Cheng became very serious when it came to work.
Mrs. Chen pulled her daughter to her side and advised: "Daughter, let's not go anywhere, we'll just wait here to die!"
However, Filia Chen slowly pulled away her hand and said, "Mom, I don't think there's anything wrong."
Mrs. Chen was shocked, pointed at Zhao Cheng's ugly painting and said: "There is nothing wrong with this??"
"People just look like this. I just try to draw them as realistically as possible. Whether they have clothes or not, it's the same."
"Then do you know what they are doing?"
"Just do that. Don't Li Guanyu and Xu An just want our mother and daughter to be like this?"
Seeing that Mrs. Chen was still surprised, Filia Chen grabbed her hand and said, "Mom, it's nothing. What I write about is only art, not obscenity."
"What a good one, only art, no obscenity!"
"Miss Fei'er! Your ideological consciousness is as high as several floors!"
Zhao Cheng clapped his hands and applauded, and was almost moved to tears by Filia Chen's ideological consciousness.
When he first talked to Filia Chen, he was worried that Filia Chen was at the age when she was about to get married, and that she wouldn't be able to accept it. But he didn't expect that it was her mother who couldn't accept it, and she didn't show any coyness or shyness at all!
Good, really good!
This is the basic condition for becoming an artist!
"I have no problem painting these, but I can't think of these movements and postures. You have to teach me how to draw them." Filia Chen came over to look at Zhao Cheng's paintings up close.
"I teach, I teach, I will teach you everything I have learned in my life!" Zhao Cheng patted his chest and said, "It's no problem even if I find someone to show you!"
Filia Chen nodded and said confidently: "Then I'll have no problem, I can draw even the most difficult movements."
Zhao Cheng rubbed his hands, thinking that he had found a treasure. This trip was so worth it.
With Filia Chen's painting skills, let her create a set of erotic pictures, and then make two sets of thirty-six southern styles and seventy-two northern styles, and let Zheng Hongxiu sell them in the name of heaven and earth.
After selling their reputation in the circles of the rich and young men, and then engaging in some hunger marketing, how can they make crazy amounts of money?
The more Zhao Cheng thought about it, the happier he became, almost laughing out loud.
Seeing his despicable appearance, Mrs. Chen on the side was ready to make a move, wishing that they would die together.
Zhao Cheng couldn't care less about Mrs. Chen. Seeing Filia Chen looking anxious to get started, he thought that Mrs. Chen could just rely on Filia Chen to do the ideological work.
But he still asked one more question: "Miss Fei'er, are we finally done with it?"
"It's agreed."
Filia Chen nodded and said, "But I haven't agreed yet."
Zhao Cheng was stunned immediately.
What does it mean?
It was agreed, but not agreed??
Just now, who begged to go to Youxiang Mansion? Now that I have agreed to it, are you going to raise the price?
Zhao Cheng said solemnly: "What do you mean by this?"
Filia Chen looked directly into Zhao Cheng's eyes and said without fear: "I don't care about painting these things, but it doesn't mean that I don't know what they are. From now on, I can save my life and my mother's.
I can continue to paint, but in the eyes of the world, I will always be the one who paints these things."
"But you are the originator! The person who founded the mountain! You are very awesome!" Zhao Cheng took advantage of every opportunity to praise.
"People who make art pay most attention to reputation." Filia Chen shook her head and said: "I mean, I have made sacrifices and agreed to help you paint, Mr. Xiang. But I just want to invite Mr. Xiang.
Do me a favor, as long as you promise me, even if you let me paint this for you for the rest of my life, I am willing!"