"Bangbangbang."

The door was gently knocked, and Mrs. Federer opened the door and saw Malena in black, showing a surprised expression. Then she stepped forward and held Malena's hand and said with concern: "Oh, Malena, I didn't expect it was you. I went to Nino's funeral. It's really sad. Is there anything you have to do with you here?"

Marlena said quietly: "I'll come to find Mr. Bernano."

"Mr. Bernano, oh, he should paint in the studio, I'll inform him that you are here." Mrs. Federer led Malena into the house and poured a cup of hot coffee, with two sugar cubes in it.

After taking a sip of bitter and sweet hot coffee, Malena felt a hot stream flowing into her heart, which felt so comfortable.

When Jiang Hao heard that Malena was coming, he immediately put down his brush and went downstairs. After seeing Malena, Jiang Hao smiled and said, "You are welcome to visit Malena. I'm very sorry. I was painting just now and my hands were covered with oil paint."

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

Jiang Hao was very happy.

Finally took a big step.

This woman is really hard to get close to. She is sensitive and fragile. In the movie, she loves her husband. Her husband's death has a big blow to her, but no one in the town really cares about her. Men approach her with all kinds of bad intentions, so she can only wrap herself tightly.

But in the end, what defeated her was hunger.

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

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

"Okay sir." Mrs. Federer responded in the kitchen.

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

"I got it sir."

Marlena said with some restraint: "Mr. Bernano, I don't have to treat me to dinner, I can go home to eat."

Jiang Hao smiled and said, "We are neighbors, and you will become my work partner. Isn't it okay for me to treat you to a meal?"

"Malena, you don't know that art requires 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 draw soul-wrenching paintings."

Jiang Hao is serious nonsense.

Malena doesn't know much about art, and she doesn't know any painting skills. She can only say whatever Jiang Hao says.

Lunch was very rich.

It can even be described as luxury.

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

Malena ate very elegantly, but the speed was not slow at all. She was indeed hungry, and now she felt happy with a table of delicious food in front of her.

After lunch, Malena asked Jiang Hao, "Mr. Bernano, do you think it's better to start working."

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

Marlena said in a slight surprise: “Is lunch countable?”

"Of course, I said that painters and models should improve their understanding. Communication is very important. Entering each other's hearts is the highest level. So from now on, you will have dinner with me every day at noon and evening, and we must communicate at all times." Jiang Hao said.

Marlena was a little nervous, but she was a little nervous, "This is not suitable."

"No, there is nothing wrong with it. This is work, and I usually eat alone, I am very lonely. With you accompanying me, I feel this is a kind of happiness." Jiang Hao said.

"Thank you, Mr. Bernano."

"No thanks, I said it was work."

The two of them continued to sit and drink coffee. Such a relaxed work made Malena feel a little embarrassed, "Mr. Bernano, can I see your studio?"

"Of course, come with me upstairs."

The two of them came upstairs. The studio was renovated on a sunny room on the second floor. It was a large room with plenty of light in the room. When the windows opened, you could see the sea in the distance. The scenery was good.

The room was filled with painting tools, which looked a little messy, and there was an unfinished painting hanging on the shelf, which was the view of the sea outside the window.

Jiang Hao looked at Malena's black clothes, with a faint sadness in his expression. She had not yet walked out of the sadness of losing her husband, but it was even more pity for him to look at it. He suddenly had the urge to draw this picture.

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

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

"Go a little closer."

Marlena turned slightly obediently.

The sun shone on her side face, giving her a feeling of seeing Roman sculptures, which was very three-dimensional. The faint sadness on her face and the slightly lowered eyes made Jiang Hao feel inspiration all of a sudden.

"Malena, don't move."

I quickly changed a canvas, picked up the paint board to adjust the color, and looked at Malena's beautiful face, thinking about how to make up the picture.

The brush moves quickly.

Soon, a vague figure appeared on the canvas. As time went by, 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.

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

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

Malena asked, “Can I move now?”

"certainly."

Marlena 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 faint sense of sadness. Seeing those eyes will make people feel exploratory, why is she sad and why is she sad?

“It’s beautiful.”

Marlena couldn't help but say something.

But after she finished speaking, she felt something was wrong. How could she say she was beautiful?

"Yes, it's beautiful." Jiang Hao didn't look at Malena, staring at the oil painting and continued: "This is the work I have been most satisfied with so far. I'm going to name her "Malena"."

Marlena was very surprised: "Use my name?"

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

Malena's heart trembled slightly.

I quickly suppress this feeling, "Then you will draw me from now on, what name will you give me?"

Jiang Hao smiled, "Everyone is called Malena, just like Monet's water lilies, there are dozens of them. From now on, all your portraits will be called Malena."

At this moment, the room was gently knocked, and Mrs. Federer walked in, "Sir, supper is ready, you and Miss Marlena are ready to eat."

Dinner is a little simpler, but it is much better than what ordinary families want to eat. After dinner, Jiang Hao said, "Let's go out for a walk and take you home by the way."

“No need, the distance is very close.”

“This is work, we still need to communicate with each other.”

"Well, Mr. Bernano, if you feel you really need it," said Malena.

The two walked out of the villa. At this time, the sun had already set, and there was only a little light gray in the sky. A gentle wave sound came from the bay in the distance. The wind blew Malena's hair slightly raised, and the two of them walked quietly.

The two families were only a hundred meters apart and arrived in just a few minutes. At the gate, Malena turned around and said to Jiang Hao, "Thank you, Mr. Bernano."

"You're welcome, good night."

"Good night, too."

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

Lying on the bed, Malena couldn't sleep. She was missing her husband. Suddenly, Bernano's figure came out. She quickly shook her head, but soon after, the figure ran out again and occupied her mind.

Marlena covered her head with a blanket in a little annoyed.

sleep.

......

For several days, Malena went to Jiang Hao's villa to work, and they would eat lunch and dinner here. The two of them sometimes painted and chatted. After several fine-tunings, Jiang Hao's first "Malena" was finally completed.

It was a perfect painting, at least Jiang Hao felt that he put the painting into the frame and hung it on the wall on one side of the studio.

And the people in the town naturally knew about Malena's entry and exit from Jianghao's villa these days. The men were indignant and the women kept spitting out vicious words.

"I knew she was a slut and couldn't stand the loneliness. Look, she started looking for a man again after only more than a month."

"He must have had sex with the painter. They would not send her back from morning to night until dark."

"Who knows if the painters would enter Malena's room at night? They are only one hundred meters away."

"Look, that painter is just playing, and artists are like that. They cannot do without women and wine, but they will never be dedicated to a woman."

"What a bitch, why not be a prostitute."

When the sheriff heard that Malena often went in and out of the painter's villa, the sheriff was very angry. Cecilio felt that since Malena's husband was dead, this was the best opportunity for him and he must not be snatched away by other men.

If he hadn't had his leg broken a while ago, he might have got Marlena long ago.

He walked out of the security office with a crutch, walked a little lame, and drove towards the beach. The car soon arrived at Jiang Hao's villa. He got out of the car with a crutch and smashed the door of the villa with force.

Mrs. Federer opened the door and saw the sheriff with a bad look on his face. He asked in surprise: "Hello, Mr. Sheriff, is there anything you have to do?"

"Call that painter to come out and see me." The sheriff said in a gloomy tone.
Chapter completed!