I become a big star after I sleep

Chapter 199

The night view of Venice is very charming, the sky is clear, the stars are shining, and the city's gorgeous lights are reflected in the rivers.

The city is a bit old, and many houses have neatly arranged red bricks on the walls. There are few high-rise buildings, all of which are Western architectural styles hundreds of years ago.

Qin Muchu walked all the way without seeing a single car.

In fact, except for the Lido Island where the film festival is held in Venice, in order to facilitate the film festival, only a small number of cars are allowed to pass, and the transportation in other places is by legs and boats.

Perhaps because of this, its starry sky is so clean.

As the birthplace of the European Renaissance, Italy has a strong artistic atmosphere, and has considerable influence in sculpture, painting and opera.

And Venice even more so.

In addition to the historical sense of literature and art revealed by the architecture, Qin Muchu can see some street singing bands every few steps, and there are strangely dressed, covered in paint, standing in front of a big poster.

I heard from the onlookers that it was imitating a painting by Leonardo da Vinci...

Along the way, Venice has a very different culture and scenery from the East. Qin Muchu was very happy to see it, and felt that his vision was broader.

After walking for about an hour, he leaned on the guardrail of the small bridge, watching the boats passing slowly under the bridge.

There are many painters and sketches on both sides of the bridge, and their hair is generally very long, showing the artist's temperament is full.

This made Qin Muchu's hands a little itchy, and his drawing skills are also very good, but because of film editing, he hasn't drawn for a few months, and he doesn't know if he is a handyman.

Thinking of this, Qin Muchu wanted to paint even more, probably because of the strong artistic atmosphere.

So he goes to an "artist" who paints.

"Excuse me, can you sell me a drawing paper and pencil?"

The "artist" looked at Qin Muchu, pulled his long hair aside, and smiled:

"Of course, can you also draw?"

"Just a hobby."

Qin Muchu smiled, then took out his wallet:

"how much is it?"

The artist handed over a drawing paper and pen, but did not ask for money:
"No, I wish you can draw your own beauty."

Qin Muchu was not pretentious, took the things, thanked him with a smile, and walked away.

Returning to the position on the bridge just now, he looked down at the boats under the bridge and the city reflected in the colorful water, and suddenly got inspiration.

Soon a painting was completed. Although it was not colored, it was more realistic than a black and white photo.

Qin Muchu nodded in satisfaction. Although he hadn't painted for several months, his hands were not born at all.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded next to him:
"Excuse me, excuse me, are you a model?"

Qin Muchu turned his head and saw a young, blond, blue-eyed foreigner with a camera hanging around his neck.

Qin Muchu pointed at himself, not sure if he was talking to him.

"Yes, sir. Do you speak English?" The foreigner was very friendly and continued to ask with a smile.

"A little bit, I'm not a model, I'm... on a trip to Venice." Qin Muchu replied in English.

His daily communication in English is fine.

"Really? You have a good temperament and figure. I thought you were a model." The foreigner said seriously.

Qin Muchu admitted that if he was only happy with Venice because of its "novelty" before, then he really likes it a little bit now.

The people here are so nice to speak...

"The composition of the picture you just stood here is beautiful, so I took it."

The foreigner took out a photo and handed it to Qin Muchu.

shoot me?

Qin Muchu was taken aback for a moment, then took the photo.

In the photo, he is facing the guardrail of the small bridge, half of his body is bright under the light of the church behind him, and half of his body is dark and unclear. He is holding the drawing paper in one hand and drawing with the brush in the other. Under the contrast of light and dark, he has a three-dimensional effect, which is really a bit The feel of a magazine blockbuster.

There is a dark, lonely feeling.

but……

He only takes up half of the picture.

On the farther side of him, a woman in a white shirt was facing the opposite direction from him, holding the guardrail behind her with both hands, looking up at the starry sky halfway, with a slight smile on her lips.

Relaxed, natural and cozy.

It was exactly the opposite of Qin Muchu's impression in the photo.

This sense of contradiction makes the beauty of this photo go up to several levels in an instant.

this woman...

Qin Muchu turned his head to the left, looking at the position in the photo, the woman was next to him.

Tall figure, almost as tall as Qin Muchu in high heels, long legs, beautiful western three-dimensional face, angular features, very heroic, healthy wheatish brown skin, quite beautiful.

The woman also heard what the two said just now, she was looking at this side, met Qin Muchu's eyes, smiled politely and nodded.

At this time, the foreigner said to the woman:
"This photo also captured you, do you want to see it?"

"Really?" The woman looked at Qin Muchu.

Qin Muchu naturally understood what it meant and gave her the photo.

"You took me so beautifully!"

The woman covered her mouth, surprised.

"The photos are for you. Also, can I see what you are painting?" the foreigner said.

"of course."

Qin Muchu directly handed the drawing paper in his hand to the foreigner, and the woman also looked at it curiously.

"Wow, that's incredible, are you a painter?"

Immediately, a sound of exclamation came from the foreigner's mouth, and the woman's expression was also very surprised, with her mouth slightly opened.

"No, it's just a hobby." Qin Muchu smiled.

Suddenly said:

"If you like it, I'll give it to you."

"Really?"

Foreigners are very happy,
"I will definitely keep it safe."

After finishing speaking, he carefully packed the drawing paper into his backpack, and waved goodbye to the two of them:

"Then goodbye. But...maybe you can discuss who this photo belongs to, or maybe it's a good choice to make another copy of the photo together."

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows at Qin Muchu and gave him a look.

Qin Muchu understood in seconds.

"Brother, come on, I can only help you here."

Don't ask how you understand, some things can easily overcome language barriers.

The foreigner who took the photo left, but Qin Muchu was a little embarrassed.

The woman next to him must have seen the foreigner's words and eyes just now.

Just as Qin Muchu was hesitating whether to say hello before slipping away, or just run away, a hand suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Hi, I'm Gal Gadot."

Qin Muchu was stunned for a moment, seeing the woman's generous smile, he gently shook hands: then let go:

"Hi, my name is Mu Chuqin."

Perhaps it was Qin Muchu's painting that surprised her, Gal Gadot was very enthusiastic, and raised the photo in his hand:

"This photo is very good, shall we go to make a photocopy together?"

"Uh... no need, it belongs to you."

Qin Muchu didn't want this photo. Although the photo was taken well, there was a photo with a woman he didn't know, which was somewhat strange.

Gail didn't expect Qin Muchu to say that, so he raised his eyebrows:
"Why? Am I not beautiful?"

She stood up straight, and her bulging figure was unobstructed. The S-shaped curve was the result of regular exercise.

This kind of "bold" behavior should rarely be done by domestic girls.

But Gail was very calm, with a normal expression, as if he was really serious about asking this question.

"No, you are beautiful, it's just..."

Qin Muchu couldn't think of a suitable excuse, so it seemed a bit too impolite to directly say "I don't want a group photo of strangers".

Seeing Qin Muchu's appearance, Gail seemed to be suddenly interested:
"Where are you from? Japan, Korea..."

"Heavenly Dynasty!" Qin Muchu said immediately.

"The Celestial Dynasty? The mysterious ancient oriental country, I have heard many legends about it... But, are all the men in the Celestial Dynasty as talented and shy as you?"

Gail looked at Qin Muchu with a playful look in his eyes.

Talented I admit.

But where does shyness come from?
"I'm not……"

Just as Qin Muchu wanted to explain, Gail interrupted him.

"Well, I'll copy a photo for you. In exchange, how about you buy me a cup of coffee?" Gail smiled.

Then, with some provocative intentions, he tilted his head and looked at Qin Muchu:
"Maybe I should call you... shy boy?"

Is this flirting or looking down on?
This foreign girl was obviously about the same age as him, and she actually called him "boy".

So Qin Muchu decisively... shook his head:
"I'm sorry, I can't sleep at night with coffee."

He showed a childlike innocent and kind expression again:
"Goodbye, aunt Gale."

After speaking, he turned and went off the bridge.

But Gail stood where he was, and was taken aback for a moment.

call me aunt?

Age is a woman's untouchable Achilles' heel and reverse scale.

His eyebrows were twitched, and there was a trace of sullenness on his face, and soon he burst out laughing:

"Interesting Chinese boy..."

……

Qin Muchu, who slipped away after beating him, quickly forgot about it.

He didn't think that Gale wanted to have something happen with him by asking him to buy coffee in exchange for a photo.

After all, with Gail's good looks, there must be plenty of people to like him, but Qin Muchu is not confident enough to be interested in him as a woman.

People probably just want to get to know each other and make friends because the photos of the two of them are beautiful and they draw well.

Qin Muchu had no intention of making friends. He returned to China as soon as the Venice Film Festival was over, and the two of them would never see each other for the rest of their lives.

Why did you make such a friend?

……

Walking to the hotel entrance, Qin Muchu pressed the elevator floor, the elevator door slowly closed, and just as it was about to close, it suddenly opened again.

A man walked in, and Qin Muchu still knew him.

"Brother Cheng?"

Cheng Zuming didn't know what happened to him, so he smiled very happily. When he saw Qin Muchu, his smile froze immediately, a little embarrassed.

"Haha, Xiao Qin, you came back from your shopping and just went to eat something hungry. The pasta here is delicious and authentic." Cheng Zuming said with an awkward smile.

Why do you think it's called spaghetti?

Qin Muchu was a little speechless, and twitched the corners of his mouth:
"Then I'll try it some other day."

"Well, it's very, very delicious, haha."

One of the two didn't ask which restaurant they ate, and the other didn't say either.

Just standing on both sides of the elevator, no one said a word, Fang Zuming looked at the elevator floor from time to time, his face was sweating, and he looked very hot.

As soon as the elevator door opened, he rushed out, as if realizing that this was a bit strange, he spoke very quickly:
"Xiao Qin, I've had a bad stomach, let's go first!"

After finishing speaking, he ran away without waiting for Qin Muchu's answer.

"Could it be that you can eat pasta? And you run away with a stomachache, aren't you afraid of leaking it?"

Qin Muchu looked at Cheng Zuming in a hurry, shook his head and walked out of the elevator.

(End of this chapter)