Chapter 147 Sheriff Is Very Angry

"Bang bang bang."

There was a light knock on the door, and Mrs. Federer opened the door and saw Malena in black with a surprised expression, then stepped forward and took Malena's hand and said with concern, "Oh, Malena, I didn't expect that. It's you, I went to Nino's funeral, it's really sad, what's the matter with you?"

Malena said quietly, "I'm here to find Mr. Bernano."

"Mr. Bernano, oh, he should be painting in the studio, and I'll go tell him you're here." Mrs. Federer led Malena into the room and poured a cup of hot coffee with two sugar cubes in it. .

After drinking a sip of bitter and sweet hot coffee, Malena felt a heat flow into her heart, which was very comfortable.

Jiang Hao heard that Malena was coming, and immediately put down his brush and went downstairs. After seeing Malena, Jiang Hao smiled and said, "Welcome to visit Malena, I'm very sorry. ."

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

Jiang Hao was overjoyed.

Finally a big step.

This woman is really hard to approach. She is sensitive and vulnerable. In the movie, she loves her husband. Her husband's death hit her hard, but no one in the town really cares about her. Bad thoughts approached her, she could only wrap herself tightly.

But in the end, it was hunger that defeated her.

As long as she came to him, Jiang Hao would not let that happen again, at least not let her be hungry and sell herself for food.

Seeing the empty cup of coffee on the table, Jiang Hao understood something, saw that it was 11 o'clock, and said loudly to Mrs. Federer, "Mrs. Federer, please prepare lunch, I'm a little hungry now. "

"Okay sir," Mrs Federer responded from the kitchen.

"Please prepare more abundantly. I want to invite Ms. Malena to dinner." Jiang Hao said again.

"I know sir."

Malena said cautiously: "Mr. Bernano, you don't need to invite me to dinner, I can go home to eat."

Jiang Hao smiled: "We are neighbors, and you will become my work partner. Isn't it right for me to invite you to dinner?"

"Malena, you don't know, art needs inspiration, and where does the inspiration come from, communication, if we are familiar with each other and understand each other's inner world, this will be reflected in my paintings, only then can I paint with a soul paintings."

Jiang Hao was talking nonsense in a serious manner.

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

Lunch is very rich.

It can even be described as extravagant.

This kind of food, even the mayor of Syracuse Town may not be able to enjoy it often, perhaps only on Christmas Day.

Malena eats elegantly, but not slow at all. She is really hungry, and now there is a table of delicious food in front of her, she feels happy.

After lunch, Malena asked Jiang Hao, "Mr. Bernano, when do you think I should start working?"

"It has already started since you entered the door." Jiang Hao said with a smile.

Malena was slightly surprised: "Is lunch also counted?"

"Of course, I said that it is very important for painters and models to understand each other, and it is the highest level to go into each other's hearts, so from now on, you will eat with me every noon and night, and we must communicate at all times. "Jiang Hao said.

Malena was a little bit happy, but also a little nervous, "Is this inappropriate."

"No, there's nothing inappropriate, this is work, and I usually eat alone. I'm very lonely. With you by my side, I feel this is a kind of happiness." Jiang Hao said.

"Then, thank you, Mr. Bernano."

"No thanks, I said it was work."

The two continued to sit and drink coffee. With such an easy job, Malena felt a little embarrassed, "Mr. Bernano, can I see your studio."

"Of course, upstairs, come with me."

The two came upstairs. The studio was renovated from a room facing the sun on the second floor. It was a large room with plenty of light. The windows were open to see the sea in the distance. The scenery was good.

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

Jiang Hao looked at Malena's black clothes, and there was a faint sadness in her expression. She hadn't come out of the sadness of losing her husband, but she looked even more pitiful. The urge to draw the picture.

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

Malena was a little confused, but she still sat on the chair obediently.

"Side to the side."

Malena turned slightly obediently.

The sun shines on her side face, giving people a feeling of seeing a Roman sculpture, which is very three-dimensional. The faint sadness on her face and the slightly lowered eyes made Jiang Hao suddenly inspired.

"Malena, don't move."

Quickly changed a canvas, picked up the paint palette to color, while looking at the beautiful face of Malena, thinking about how to compose the picture.

The brush moves quickly.

Not long after, a vague figure appeared on the canvas. As time went by, Jiang Hao's paintings became more and more completed. 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.

Malena has been sitting for more than 3 hours, not daring to move. This is her job, and she really wants to finish it.

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

Malena asked, "Can I move now?"

"certainly."

Malena twisted her stiff neck and stood up slowly. After feeling her body regained control, she walked to Jiang Hao's side and looked at the painting.

On the canvas is a woman in black.

Beautiful and elegant.

Especially those eyes, with a hint of sadness, seeing those eyes will make people wonder why she is sad, why she is sad.

"It's beautiful."

Marianne couldn't help but say something.

But after she finished speaking, she felt wrong, how could she say 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 piece of work I've ever felt, and I'm going to name her "Malena"."

Malena was surprised: "Do you use my name?"

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

Marlene's heart trembled slightly.

Quickly suppress this feeling, "Then you still draw me, what name do you want to name."

Jiang Hao smiled, "They are all called Marlene, just like Monet's water lilies. There are dozens of them. In the future, all your portraits will be called Marlene."

At this moment, there was a soft knock in the room, and Mrs. Federer came in, "Sir, dinner is ready, you and Miss Malena can eat."

Dinner is a little simpler, but it is also much better than the average family. After dinner, Jiang Hao said, "Let's go out for a walk and take you home by the way."

"No, it's very close."

"This is work, and we also need to communicate with each other."

"Well, Mr. Bernano, if you really think it is necessary." Malena said.

The two walked out of the villa. At this time, the sun had already set, leaving only a little light gray on the horizon. There was a soft sound of waves from the bay in the distance. The wind blew up Malena's hair slightly, and the two walked quietly .

The distance between the two is less than 100 meters, and it only took a few minutes to arrive. At the gate, Malena turned to Jiang Hao and said, "Thank you, Mr. Bernano."

"You're welcome, good night."

"Good night to you too."

Malena opened the door and walked in. When she turned around, she saw Jiang Hao was still standing at the door smiling at her. She smiled back and slowly closed the door.

Lying on the bed, Malena couldn't sleep. She was thinking of her husband. Suddenly, Bernano's figure came out. She quickly shook her head, but after a while, the figure ran out again and invaded her mind.

Malena covered her head with the blanket in annoyance.

sleep.

For several days, Malena went to Jiang Hao's villa to work, and both lunches and dinners were eaten here. The two sometimes painted and sometimes chatted. After several fine-tuning, Jiang Hao's first painting "Malena" "Finally finished.

A very perfect painting, at least Jiang Hao thinks so. He put the painting into a frame and hung it on the wall on the side of the studio.

The people in the town naturally knew about Malena entering and leaving Jiang Hao's villa in the past few days. The men were filled with righteous indignation, and the women kept spitting out vicious words.

"I knew she was a slut and couldn't stand loneliness. Look, it's only been over a month before she started looking for men again."

"He must have slept with that painter. They didn't send her back until night when they got tired of it."

"Who knows if the painter will get into Malena's room at night, they are only 100 meters away."

"Look, that painter is just playing around. Artists are like that. They can't do without women and wine, but they will never be devoted to a woman."

"You're a bitch, you might as well be a prostitute."

Hearing that Malena often went in and out of the painter's villa, the sheriff was very angry. Cecilio felt that since Malena's husband died, this was the best chance left for him, and no other man could take it away.

If he hadn't broken his leg some time ago, he might have gotten Marlene already.

Leaning on crutches out of the police station, walking with some lame steps, he came to his car and drove towards the beach. The car soon arrived at Jiang Hao's villa. He got out of the car on crutches and slammed the villa door.

Mrs. Federer opened the door and saw the sheriff with a bad face. She asked in surprise, "Mr. Sheriff, hello, what's the matter with you?"

"Tell that painter to come out and see me." The sheriff said in a gloomy tone.