"Well."
The door was knocked softly, and Mrs. Federer opened the door and saw Malina in black, with a surprised expression, then came forward and held Malina's hand and said, "Oh, Malina, I didn't expect It's you. I went to Nino's funeral. It's really sad. Is there anything you're going to do? "
Malena said quietly: "I'm coming to Mr. Bernano."
"Mr. Bernano, oh, he should be painting in the studio. I'll tell him you're here." Mrs. Federer led Malina into the room, and poured a cup of hot coffee with two cubes of sugar in it. .
Taking a sip of hot coffee with bitterness and sweetness, Malina felt a heat flow into Xintian, which felt very comfortable.
Jiang Hao heard that Malina was coming, immediately put down her brush and went downstairs. After seeing Malina, Jiang Ha smiled and said, "Welcome you to be a guest, Malina, I'm very sorry, I just painted with oil paint. . "
Malena raised her head and saw Jiang Hao wearing a shirt with sleeves rolled up and a lot of oil on her hand. Malena said, "Mr. Bernano, I need a job now, I think I can Be your model. "
Jiang Hao is overjoyed.
It's finally a big step.
This woman is really hard to come by. She is sensitive and fragile. In the movie, she loves her husband. Her husband's death hit her hard, but no one in the town really cares about her. Men are pregnant with all kinds of things. Bad mind approached her, she could only wrap herself tightly.
But in the end, it was hunger that defeated her.
As long as she comes to her, Jiang Hao will not let that happen again, at least not to put her in hunger and sell herself for food.
Jiang Hao saw the cup of coffee on the table, understood something, and saw that it was 11 o'clock, and shouted to Mrs. Federer, "Mrs. Federer, please prepare lunch. I am a bit hungry now. "
"Good sir," Mrs. Federer responded in the kitchen.
"Please be rich and prepared. I want to invite Ms. Malina to dinner." Jiang Hao said again.
"I know sir."
“Mr. Bernano, in fact, I do n’t have to invite me to dinner, I can go home to eat.”
Jiang Hao smiled: "We are neighbors, and you will become my working partner, shouldn't I invite you to dinner?"
"Malina, you don't know, art needs inspiration, and where inspiration comes from, communication. If we are familiar with each other and understand each other's inner world, this will be reflected in my painting, so that we can draw a soul Paintings. "
Jiang Hao is nonsense.
Malina doesn't know much about art, and she doesn't know much about painting skills. What Jiang Hao can say is what.
The lunch was rich.
It can even be described in luxury.
Such meals, even the mayor of Syracuse, may not always be enjoyed, maybe only on the day of Christmas.
Malina ate very elegantly, but she was not slow at all. She was really hungry. Now that she has a table in front of her, she feels happy.
After having lunch, Malina asked Jiang Hao, "Mr. Bernano, when do you think I will start working?"
"It has started since you came in." Jiang Hao said with a smile.
Marianna was slightly surprised, "Is it lunch?"
"Of course, I said that it is important for painters and models to understand each other. Communication is important. Entering each other's heart is the highest state, so from now on, every day at noon and evening, you will eat here with me, and we will always communicate. "Jiang Hao said.
Malina was a little ecstatic, and a little hesitant, "That's not right."
"No, nothing is inappropriate, this is work, and I usually eat alone, very lonely, with you, I feel this is a kind of happiness." Jiang Hao Road.
"So, thank you Mr. Bernano."
"No thanks, I said this is work."
The two continued to sit and drink coffee, so relaxed that Marina was a little embarrassed. "Mr. Bernano, can I see your studio?"
"Of course, upstairs, come with me."
The two came upstairs. The studio was remodeled from a sunny guest room on the second floor. It is a large room with sufficient light in the room. The windows can be opened to see the distant sea, and the scenery is good.
The room was full of painting tools, slightly messy, and an unfinished painting hung on the shelf was the view of the sea outside the window.
Jiang Hao looked at Malina's black clothes, with a faint sorrow in her expression. She had not come out of her husband's sorrow, but it looked even more pitying. He suddenly had this kind of The impulse drawn by the picture.
I brought a chair and placed it under the window sill, looked for the light, and said to Malina, "I'll see you sitting on it."
Malina was a little confused, but she sat in her chair obediently.
"Side a little."
Malina turned slightly obediently.
The sunlight shone on her side face, giving people a sense of seeing Roman sculpture, very three-dimensional, the faint sadness on her face, and the drooping eyes, Jiang Hao was inspired at once.
"Malina, don't move."
Quickly changed a canvas, while picking up the color palette, while watching Malina's beautiful face, thinking about how to compose the picture.
The brush moves quickly.
After a while, a blurry figure appeared on the canvas. As time passed, Jiang Hao's paintings were completed more and more. When the sunset shone into the room, Jiang Hao breathed a sigh of relief and the first painting was finally completed.
The rest is to adjust according to the situation.
Malina has been sitting for more than 3 hours and she didn't dare to move. This is her job. She wants to finish it well.
"Malina, come and see." Jiang Hao said.
Malena asked: "Can I move now?"
"of course."
Malina twisted her stiff neck and slowly stood up. After feeling that her body had recovered control, she walked to Jiang Hao and looked at the painting.
On the canvas is a woman in black.
Beautiful and elegant.
Especially those eyes, with a touch of sorrow, seeing those eyes will make life inquiring, why she is sad and sad.
"It's beautiful."
Malina couldn't help but say a word.
But after speaking, she felt wrong, how could she say that she was beautiful.
"Yes, it's beautiful." Jiang Hao didn't look at Malina, stared at the oil painting and continued: "This is the most satisfactory work I have ever felt, and I'm going to name her" Malina "."
Marianna was surprised: "Do you use my name?"
"Yes, your name, I hope it will become as famous as Mona Lisa in the future. Everyone can remember this name, Malina." Jiang Hao said.
Malina's heart trembled slightly.
Quickly pressed down the feeling, "After that, you still draw me, what name do you want?"
Jiang Hao smiled. "All are called Malina, just like Monet's water lilies. There are dozens of them. In the future, all your portraits will be called Malina."
Just then, the room was ringing softly, and Mrs. Federer came in. "Sir, dinner is ready. You and Miss Malina can have dinner."
Dinner is a little bit simpler, but it is much better than the average family. After dinner, Jiang Hao said, "Let's go out and take you home by the way."
"No, it's close."
"This is work, and we need to communicate with each other."
"Well, Mr. Bernano, if you feel you really need it," said Malina.
The two walked out of the villa. At this time, the sun had set, leaving only a light gray in the sky. A gentle wave sound came from the distant bay. The wind slightly raised Malina's hair, and the two walked so quietly. .
The distance between the two was only a hundred meters, and it took only a few minutes. At the gate, Malina turned to Jiang Hao and said, "Thank you, Mr. Bernano."
"You're welcome, good night."
"Good night too."
When Malina opened the door and walked in, she turned around and saw Jiang Hao still standing at the door and smiling at her. She smiled back and closed the door slowly.
Lying on the bed, Malina couldn't sleep. She was missing her husband. Suddenly, Bernano's figure came out, she quickly shook her head, but after a while, the figure ran out again and occupied her mind.
Malina covered her head with a blanket in annoyance.
go to bed.
For a few days ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Malina went to work in Jiang Hao ’s villa, and she would eat lunch and dinner here. Two people sometimes drew pictures, and sometimes chat, after several fine-tuning, Jiang Hao ’s first A "Malina" was finally completed.
A perfect picture, at least Jiang Hao thinks so. He put the picture in a frame and hung it on the wall on the side of the studio.
In the past few days, when Malina went in and out of Jiang Hao Villa, the people in the town naturally knew that the men were filled with indignation, and the women continued to spit out vicious words.
"I knew she was a **** and couldn't bear being lonely. Look at it. It's only been more than a month before she started looking for a man again."
"He must have gone to bed with that painter, and they would send her back from morning to night until it was dark."
"Who knows if the painters will get into Marina's room at night, they are only a hundred meters away."
"Look at it, the painter is just fun. The artists are all the same. They can't live without a woman and wine, but never show affection for a woman."
"It's a bitch, it might as well be a prostitute."
The sheriff was very angry when she heard that Malina often went in and out of the artist's villa. Cecilio felt that since Malina's husband was dead, this was the best opportunity left for him, and he should never be snatched by other men.
If it hadn't been for the legs that had been knocked back some time ago, he might have gotten Malina a long time ago.
He walked out of the police station with a cane, took a few hesitant steps, came to his car, and drove towards the sea. The car quickly came to Jiang Hao's villa. He got out of the car with a cane and banged the door of the villa.
Mrs. Federer opened the door and saw a poor-looking sheriff, asking with a little surprise: "Mr. Sheriff, what are you doing?"
"Tell the painter to meet me," the sheriff said in a dark tone.