"Hehe, me, okay?" The ex-wife rolled her eyes and recalled, "My mother is the chief of the opera house..."
"Didn't you say that you slept in the laundry room when you were young? A family." Song Ya is too lazy to care about his desire to survive now.
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'Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! ’
The ex-wife was furious, and was slapped a few more times on the arm, Song Ya was also beaten up and grabbed her hand with a smile.
At this time, the calf suddenly felt that something was being dappled by something, a woman's toe, he had experience.
Ok? Halle? Impossible. She couldn't stretch her legs across her ex-wife. Charis was sitting across from him and it was too far away. There was only Jennifer Connelly. Alas, the literary girl, it was so boring, he looked at each other with a smile while playing.
Jennifer Connelly was a little puzzled. This man is really scumbag, but after all, he is just his ex-wife...
She also remembered the confrontation between the other party and the big boss of Universal, her face couldn't help but feel a little fever, the red first bowed her head to avoid the look in her eyes, and then she boldly raised her eyebrows in response and looked at each other.
Hooked up under the table, expressing emotions on the table, "Huh!" The ex-wife, who was concentrating on domestic violence, skillfully used high heels with her hands and threw out her legs.
...
Song Ya didn't stand by anyway.
"what!"
Charis snorted and buried her head in tears.
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Chicago 1990 Chapter 1297: Raft of Medusa
Text 1297 Chapter Medusa's Raft
Napoleon Bonaparte, wearing a purple-red velvet and a magnificent cloak, has already put on the crown. He raised the small crown with both hands high, and was about to put it on the head of Queen Josephine who was kneeling in front of him...
"card!"
Wu pointed to Anne Fletcher and called out, "Mimi, your steps should be more powerful."
"Oh."
Mariah Carey obediently agreed, the director Zac slapped and ordered a comeback, the staff rewinded **** accompaniment, ‘you need me, I don’t need you, the Grammys in Nine Mention Zero are shit! Song Ya’s rap sounded, and she and other female dancers lined up in a row before the coronation ceremony of Napoleon I, which occupied the entire wall, and twisted again.
This is the hardest part of all the dancing passages in her mv. Song Ya, who is standing behind the monitor and looking at her watch, is close to the agreed closing time.
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"At the time of the coronation, Napoleon refused to kneel down to the Pope Pius VII for the coronation, but took the crown and put it on himself. In order to avoid presenting this fact, the painter Louis Jacques David painstakingly chose the second half of the scene in which the emperor crowned the queen. , This not only highlights Napoleon’s central position on the screen, but does not embarrass Pius VII..."
The old curator of the Louvre quietly appeared behind him, “The woman sitting in the middle of the back is Napoleon’s mother. She refused to be there because she didn’t like Josephine, but was also drawn in by David. There is also the Emperor’s brother Joseph Po Napa was also made up later, because he was the father of Napoleon III."
"Thank you for your explanation, it's really an artistic gem..."
Song Ya asked politely: "Uh, we may not be able to finish it today. We need to postpone our departure for two hours, can we?"
"Your agent told me, no problem."
It may be the relationship between the shooting day on the last day, and the old curator became very talkative, "Your friends can also visit nearby."
"Friends? Oh."
Song Ya turned his head and saw Halle and Jennifer Connelly. Both women had visitor cards hanging on their necks. He followed Hayden and smiled at himself, "Thanks." He thanked the old curator.
"Happy." The old curator said a blessing in French and left.
"I see, you thought of this painting when you created this song, didn't you?" Jennifer Connelly asked in a low voice while admiring the painting.
"what?"
"The Grammy jury is not worthy of accepting your kneeling, not worthy of crowning you, only you have the right to put the crown on yourself."
Jennifer Connor spoke in a tone of admiration, but also proud that he could see through the metaphor of mv and lyrics.
"Um... uh."
Hey, this seems to be a point to stamp the young girl, "You know Jennifer well." Song Ya admitted shamelessly.
"Wow, that's it..." Hallie suddenly realized.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
"Ka! Mimi, you... No, you didn't jump right!"
Annie Fletcher over there was already on the verge of madness. She stopped again, and eagerly stepped forward to replace Mariah Carey, and personally demonstrated, "So, this way, left foot, right foot..."
"I jumped like this, um, um..."
Mariah Carey was very aggrieved and cried. She has actually worked very hard, but the foundation is really bad.
"You just clearly..."
"Annie!" Song Ya interrupted Anne Fletcher accusing her ex-wife loudly, "Don't worry, the museum has agreed to give us some more time, take your time."
"Really? Okay." Anne Fletcher breathed a sigh of relief, and it was too painful to teach dance idiots. "Then mimi, look at my steps carefully and pay attention..." I slowed down the rhythm a bit, moving one by one. Decompose the demo again.
"Aren't you going up?" Halle asked after a few people watched silently for a few minutes.
"There is no play for me in this part." Song Ya replied, feeling that Anne Fletcher was really boring to watch after slowing down the rhythm, "Well, let me take you to another hall to visit?"
"Can you?" Jennifer Connelly asked.
"It's okay, just treat this as your own home." Song Ya waved his hand aggressively and casually, "Let's go."
At this time, the Louvre was closed and not open to the public. Only the guards and staff of the museum were inside. The old curator should only open part of the halls in the nearby area, and Song Ya was able to enter.
Under the guidance of a staff member, the three of them walked slowly in the magnificent art hall, as if they had also been nurtured into art.
"gorgeous……"
Jennifer Connelly stopped in front of a painting and admired.
"This is a huge documentary painting. In the 19th century, the French Navy appointed a person who did not know how to sail as the captain of the Medusa. The boat escaped, leaving more than 150 passengers and crew. Only 15 people survived. Two more died after going ashore. This shipwreck aroused strong dissatisfaction among the French. The righteous painter Xili Kecong Starting from this real event, he created this world masterpiece: The Raft of Medusa..."
The staff will explain in due course.
"Beautiful? It's a bit gloomy..." Hallie said.
"This is the moment when the victims call for help on the raft. The color tone is indeed a bit gloomy and gloomy, but it can even show the shocking tragedy power. The advent of this masterpiece can be said to open up the artistic path of romanticism..."
After all, after reading Harvard and Yale, Jennifer Connelly took over and explained, “The painter Sirico should have been less than 30 years old. In order to paint a real scene, he visited surviving seamen, using carrion, dying people, and The jaundice patient was a model and it took eighteen months to complete the painting."
"Wow..." Hallie continued to admire.
"Miss Connery, have you studied this painting?" the staff asked.
"Yes, when I was studying at Harvard...I have been here many times." Jennifer Connelly replied, "I have always liked this painting."