"Bang Bang."

There was a soft knock on the door, Mrs. Federer opened the door, saw Marlena dressed in black, showed a surprised expression, and then stepped forward to take Marlena's hand and said with concern: "Oh, Marlena, I didn't expect it to be you, I went to Nino's funeral, it's really sad, is there something wrong with you coming." ”

Marlena said quietly, "I'm here for Mr. Bernano. ”

"Mr. Bernano, oh, he should be painting in the studio, I'm going to inform him you're here." Mrs. Federer led Marlena into the house and poured a cup of hot coffee with two sugar cubes in it.

After taking a sip of the bittersweet hot coffee, Marlena felt a stream of heat flow into her heart, which was so comfortable.

When Jiang Hao heard that Marlena was coming, he immediately put down his paintbrush and went downstairs, and after seeing Marlena, Jiang Hao smiled and said, "Welcome to Marlena, I'm very sorry, I was painting with oil paint all over my hands just now." ”

Marlena raised her head and saw Jiang Hao wearing a shirt with his sleeves rolled up, and a lot of oil paint on his hands, Marlena said: "Mr. Bernano, I need a job now, I think I can be your model." ”

Jiang Hao was overjoyed.

Finally a big step forward.

This woman is really difficult to approach, she is sensitive and vulnerable, in the movie, she loves her husband, and her husband's death hit her hard, but no one in the town really cares about her, and the men approach her with all kinds of bad intentions, she can 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 she will not be starved and sell herself for food.

Jiang Hao saw the cup of coffee on the table that had been drunk, understood something, saw that the time was already 11 o'clock, and said loudly to Mrs. Federer: "Mrs. Federer, please prepare lunch, I am a little hungry now." ”

"Yes sir." Mrs. Federer replied from the kitchen.

"Please prepare something hearty, I'm going to treat Lady Marlena to dinner." Jiang Hao said again.

"I see, sir."

Marlena said with some restraint: "Mr. Bernarno, you don't have to invite me to dinner, I can go home and eat." ”

Jiang Hao smiled: "We are neighbors, and you will become my work partner, shouldn't I invite you to dinner." ”

"Marlena, 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 paintings, so that we can paint paintings with souls."

Jiang Hao is serious nonsense.

Marlena doesn't know much about art, let alone painting skills, so she can only say whatever Jiang Hao says.

Lunch was plentiful.

It can even be described as extravagant.

Even the mayor of Syracuse may not be able to enjoy this kind of food very often, perhaps only on Christmas Day.

Marlena ate elegantly, but not slowly, she was hungry, and now she felt happy with a table of good food in front of her.

After lunch, Marlena asked Jiang Hao, "Mr. Bernarno, when do you think it is more appropriate for me to start working?" ”

"It's been going from the moment you walked in the door." Jiang Hao said with a smile.

Marlena was slightly surprised: "Is lunch also counted?" ”

"Of course, I said that painters and models should get to know each other better, communication is very important, and getting into each other's hearts is the highest level, so from now on, every day at noon and in the evening, you will eat at my place, and we will communicate all the time." Jiang Hao said.

Marlena was a little delighted, and a little apprehensive, "It's not appropriate." ”

"No, there's nothing wrong with it, it's work, and I usually eat alone, it's lonely, and I feel a kind of happiness with you by my side." Jiang Hao said.

"Well, thank you, Mr. Bernarno."

"No thanks, I said it's work."

The two of them continued to sit and drink coffee, such an easy job made Marlena a little embarrassed, "Mr. Bernarno, can I take a look at your studio." ”

"Upstairs, of course, come with me."

The two came upstairs, the studio was renovated from a sunny guest room on the second floor, a large room, the light in the room was very abundant, and the window was open to see the sea in the distance, and the scenery was good.

The room is full of painting tools, a little cluttered, and on the shelf hangs an unfinished painting, which is the view of the sea outside the window.

Jiang Hao looked at Malena's black clothes, with a faint sadness in her expression, she had not yet come out of the grief of losing her husband, but it was even more pitiful when she looked at it, and he suddenly had an urge to draw this picture.

He brought a chair and put it under the windowsill, looked for light, and said to Marlena, "Sit on it and I'll take a look." ”

Marlena didn't know why, but she still sat down in her chair.

"Side over a bit."

Marlena turned slightly obediently.

The sun shines on her side face, giving people the feeling of seeing Roman sculptures, which is very three-dimensional, and the faint sadness on her face, with slightly lowered eyes, makes Jiang Hao feel inspired all of a sudden.

"Malena, don't move."

I quickly changed the canvas and picked up the paintboard to mix colors, while looking at Malena's beautiful face and thinking about how to compose the picture.

The brush moves quickly.

After a while, a blurry figure appeared on the canvas, and as time went by, Jiang Hao's paintings were completed more and more, and 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.

Marlena had been sitting for more than 3 hours, not daring to move, it was her job, and she wanted to get it done.

"Marlena, come and have a look." Jiang Hao said.

Marlena asked, "Can I move now?" ”

"Of course."

Marlena twisted her stiff neck, slowly stood up, and felt that her body had regained control before she walked up to Jiang Hao and looked at the painting.

On the canvas, there is a woman dressed in black.

Beautiful and elegant.

Especially those eyes, with a faint sadness, seeing those eyes, will make people inquire, why she is sad, why sad.

"It's beautiful."

Marlena couldn't help but say.

But after she finished speaking, she felt that something was wrong, how could she say that she was beautiful.

"Yes, it's beautiful." Jiang Hao didn't look at Malena, stared at the oil painting and continued: "This is the most satisfying work I have ever made, and I am going to name her "Malena". ”

Marlena was surprised: "Use my name." ”

"Yes, your name, I hope it will be as famous as the Mona Lisa in the future, and everyone will remember it, Marlena." Jiang Hao said.

Marlena's heart trembled slightly.

Quickly suppressed this feeling, "Then you will still draw me, what name do you want to make?" ”

Jiang Hao smiled, "It's all called Marlena, just like Monet's water lilies, there are dozens of them, and in the future, all your portraits and paintings will be called Marlena." ”

Just then, there was a soft knock on the room, and Mrs. Federer entered, "Sir, supper is ready, and you and Miss Marlena may dine." ”

Dinner is a little simple, but it is much better than the average family, after dinner, Jiang Hao said: "Let's go out for a walk and send you home by the way." ”

"No need, it's close."

"It's work, and we need to communicate with each other."

"Well, Mr. Bernarno, if you feel you really need it." Marlena said.

The two walked out of the villa, the sun had set at this time, only a little light gray was left in the sky, the gentle sound of waves came from the bay in the distance, the wind blew Marlena's hair slightly, and the two of them walked quietly.

The distance between the two families was only a hundred meters, and it only took a few minutes to arrive, and at the gate, Malena turned to Jiang Hao and said, "Thank you, Mr. Bernano." ”

"You're welcome, I wish you a good night."

"I wish you a good night, too."

Marlena opened the door and walked in, and when she turned around, she saw Jiang Hao still standing at the door smiling at her, she smiled back and slowly closed the door.

Lying on the bed, Marlena couldn't sleep, she was thinking about her husband, suddenly, Bernarno's figure came out, she quickly shook her head, but after a while, the figure ran out again and invaded her mind.

Marlena covered her head with a blanket in some annoyance.

Go to bed.

......

For several days, Malena went to Jiang Hao's villa to work, lunch and dinner would also be eaten here, the two of them sometimes painted, sometimes chatted, after several fine-tuning, Jiang Hao's first "Malena" was finally completed.

It's a perfect painting, at least that's what Jiang Hao thinks, he put the painting in a frame and hung it on the wall on the side of the studio.

And in the past few days, the people in the town naturally knew about Marlena's entry and exit from Jiang Hao's villa, the men were indignant, and the women kept spitting out vicious words.

"I knew she was a slut and couldn't stand the loneliness, you see, it's only been a little over a month, and she's starting to look for men again."

"He must have slept with the painter, and they didn't send her back until dark, from morning till night."

"Who knows if the painter will go into Malena's room at night, they are only a hundred meters away."

"Look, that painter is just playing, artists are like that, they can't do without women and wine, and they never have a special affection for a woman."

"What a bitch, you might as well be a prostitute."

The sheriff was furious to hear that Marlena frequented the painter's villa, and Cecilio felt that since Marlena's husband was dead, this was the best opportunity left for him, and no other man should take it.

If he hadn't broken his leg some time ago, he might have gotten his hands on Marlena.

Walking out of the security station on crutches, with a somewhat limp step, he came to his car and drove towards the sea, the car soon came to Jiang Hao's villa, he got out of the car on crutches and slammed the door of the villa.

When Mrs. Federer opened the door, she saw the unkind sheriff and asked with some surprise, "Hello, Mr. sheriff, is there anything you can do?" ”

"Tell the painter to come out to me." The sheriff said in a gloomy tone.

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