The reason why Wei Ran recognized this person at a glance was really thanks to those art training courses at Hongqi Forest Farm.

It was precisely because of those lessons that seemed useless at first that he took the mobile phone from Suisui without even turning the page, zoomed in on the two negatives again and took a photo of each.

“These two are even more remarkable”

Wei Ran handed the phone to Suisui again, and this time, even Lu Xinda came forward curiously.

In the first photo, a beautiful woman, almost naked, is sitting on the lap of a man in formal attire. She holds the man's back with one hand and holds a big light on her chest with her other hand.

When it reached the man's mouth, a wide collar was tied around her own neck.

The straight chain on the collar passed through the tulle she was wearing, and was pulled straight by the man's hand hidden behind the tulle, forcing her to raise her head, revealing a look full of expectation.

and enjoy the exquisite profile.

In the second photo, there are several men sitting around a long table under a tree. The man facing the camera is squeezing the headlights of a topless woman next to him.

The woman reached out to hook the man's neck, and stuck out her tongue to seem to be licking the man's earlobe. One of her hands had even grasped the man's gear lever through his pants.

Opposite this man, two other men and a woman who was also naked from the waist up were smiling, as if they were looking forward to what this man and woman would do in front of them.

"You're not an adult yet, don't look around."

Suisui reached out and pushed Lu Xinda's little head aside. At the same time, she turned to Wei Ran and asked, "Isn't there a celebrity in these two pictures?"

"The man in the first negative is Man Ray, an artist of the same genre as Max Ernst."

Seeing that Suisui and the red-faced Lu Xinda looked confused, Wei Ran simply continued, "You must know the man who is busy in the second picture."

"Who is it?" Suisui asked subconsciously.

"Picasso"

"who?!"

Suisui couldn't help but exclaimed. She didn't understand the Max Ernst and the slow and fast thunder just now, but she knew about Picasso. Not only her, but also Lu Xinda's eyes widened.

“Really Picasso”

Wei Ran replied seriously, "And I'm sure that the person who took the second photo was a woman, or more accurately, a woman who was also naked from the waist down."

"Why?" Suisui asked subconsciously.

"How many men are there in the second photo?"

"Three," Suisui replied after looking down at the phone screen.

"Where's the woman?" Wei Ran continued to ask.

"Both of them, both topless."

After Suisui finished speaking, she also showed a look of sudden realization. Indeed, without being perverted, three men and two women were not enough. Three men and three women were slightly more reasonable.

Moreover, two women are naked, and the other woman hiding behind the camera cannot be properly dressed.

"Is it possible that the person taking the photo is a man?"

Lu Xinda subconsciously expressed her bold guess, but immediately after, the little girl added awkwardly, "That! Pretend I didn't say anything!"

"yes"

Suisui echoed as if she was helping the underage girl cover up her embarrassment, "It could also be a male photographer. Four men and two women would be enough..."

"Hey, hey, there are children here."

Wei Ran stopped the other party's sarcastic remarks and said with increasing certainty, "The person who took this photo is a woman, and she is a very beautiful woman with short hair."

"Where did you see that?"

Suisui couldn't help but look at the photos on the screen again, and then looked at the photo album in Wei Ran's hand.

"I saw another photo of the same scene, the same character, but with different actions."

Wei Ran explained with a normal expression, "That photo should be relatively subtle, but that's just relative. You should still be naked."

"Where did you see it?" Suisui asked.

"You can see it everywhere, just do a random search on the Internet. The beautiful woman who took this photo is a very famous and very controversial photographer."

As he spoke, Wei Ran took the phone again and answered while searching, "The reason why I just decided to buy this photo album was because I saw this familiar but different photo."

"Who is this beautiful female photographer you are talking about?" Suisui asked while taking out her mobile phone and opening the search engine.

"The most beautiful woman in France" Wei Ran deliberately pretended to be secretive while rummaging through the pictures he found.

"Sophie Marceau!" Lu Xinda replied subconsciously.

"Sophie Marceau?"

Wei Ran smiled and shook his head, "It's not her. In terms of age, the person I'm talking about is almost old enough to be Sophie Marceau's grandmother."

"Stop being so pretentious, who is it?" Suisui glared at Wei Ran impatiently.

"Lee Miller, or Elizabeth Miller."

Wei Ran showed the searched pictures to Suisui and gave the answer at the same time, "This Miss Li has maintained entangled and ambiguous relationships with many very famous surrealist artists, and is also the muse recognized by these artists.

Of course, she was also the most beautiful woman in France at that time."

"What is a muse?" Lu Xinda asked blankly.

"The muse is..."

Wei Ran thought for a while, "For artists, she is a goddess who brings creative inspiration, which is different from and higher than models."

"Is that how inspiration comes?" Lu Xinda pointed to the photo album in Wei Ran's hand with a look of disgust, "Artists are so shameless."

"This is the difference between artists and hooligans. Artists can always give all kinds of absurd hooligan behaviors high-sounding and beautiful excuses. By this standard, the United States is a great artist."

Suisui returned Wei Ran's phone and took over the conversation. The photo that Wei Ran just found through the Internet was indeed exactly the same as the people on the film. The only difference was exactly as he said.

It's just that it's not that explicit. The word "relative" should be bolded to show the kind of "relative".

“You’re right”

Wei Ran agreed mindlessly, "But compared to these chaotic relationships, the most famous thing about Miss Li is that she took a bath in Mustache's bathtub."

"She also had an affair with Mustache?!" Suisui's eyes widened.

"That's not true"

While Wei Ran answered, he also turned back a page in the film album in his hand, placed the tablet underneath and continued to browse the films. At the same time, he kept explaining, "This Miss Li was originally one of those artists.

Their model, later became a photographer, but after the beginning of World War II, after the D-Day landings to be precise, she became a war photographer working for the United States.

On the Western Front battlefield, she took many surrealist battlefield photos. Especially after the capture of Munich, Ms. Li specially took a bubble bath in the bathtub of the apartment where Mustache once lived, and

A famous anti-war photo was taken."

"How do you know this woman so well?"

Suisui asked deliberately with a smile. She was not jealous, but based on her understanding of Wei Ran, it was impossible for this historian to remember so many famous artists - he didn't have that many artistic germs on his body.

.

"On the way back just now, I searched through this album to confirm it."

Wei Ran answered very frankly that the only thing he remembered was actually the photo of Picasso and his friends having a silver party. This photo appeared more than once in the art training class at Hongqi Forest Farm.

"Are there any interesting photos later?"

Suisui looked at Lu Xinda who was snickering as if this was true, and then focused her attention again on the photo album held by Wei Ran.

Compared with the "art" of the artists on the previous page, the negatives on this page all seem to be street scenes of British cities that were bombed during World War II.

The difference is that in these frozen building ruins, where the camera focuses, there is always Lee Miller, who is well-dressed, moves elegantly, and fully displays his feminine charm.

This beautiful, delicate and angelic woman with short hair seems to want to use her full feminine charm to defeat this cruel war.

Really good shot...

Wei Ran muttered to himself. After all, he had taken a few days of photography and composition courses with Kirov's one-armed veteran Leva. So he could naturally tell the difference between good and bad, and he could even tell what was hiding in the camera lens in some photos.

What the photographer behind wanted to express.

But as he continued to turn back, he was stunned. On this page of negatives, there was a large area of ​​dried stains that seemed to have been smeared by someone, whether it was oil paint, sauce, feces, or blood. Even in the middle of the stains

, there is also a palm print with a roughly complete outline.

He and Suisui looked at each other, and Wei Ran carefully turned over one page, two pages, or three pages. However, the negative albums at the back were all artificially smeared with stains, and even several of the pages were transparent.

The plastic album pages were stuck together with stains, so he didn't dare to tear them apart rashly.

Looking at Suisui again, Wei Ran wisely closed the photo album and picked up the extra photo album he bought.

However, after just turning a few pages, even Lu Xinda could tell that the two photo albums had nothing to do with each other.

Except for the first few photos in this photo album, it is normal. The color photos at the back are all about a man who looks to be in his forties or fifties, with a bloated body and only the back and part of the face can be seen, but he is wearing stockings and a lady

An old man in underwear, and a thin blond guy were busy cosplaying a photo of "Grasshopper on a Stick".

"Is this also an artist?"

Suisui and Lu Xinda frowned and covered their mouths in unison. The two girls were obviously disgusted.
Chapter completed!