Seeing that Xie You seemed to have been exposed some little secret, Yu Nian protracted his tone, "It turns out not to be the case.
Xie You stopped talking.
Yu Nian laughed in a good mood.
Seeing this smile, Xie You's throat felt dry, "Niannian, don't smile like this."
Yu Nian wondered, "Why?"
"It makes me want to kiss you."
As if to quickly stop some of his thoughts, Xie You changed the subject, "I sent someone to check.
This old lady is indeed Feng Tongbi, the descendant of the Feng family in Jincheng.
When she was young, she married the eldest son of the Jiang family in Jingcheng.
Later, when her husband died and the Jiang family declined, she moved abroad and remains a widow.
About ten years ago, she published an autobiography called Past Stories and was interviewed by domestic reporters.
Interview."
Yu Nian followed Xie You's wishes and changed the topic, "She asked about the Qitiande manuscript today."
Xie You understood what Yu Nian meant, "This work has not appeared for a long time.
Do you doubt it?"
"Yes," Yu Nian nodded, "I'm not sure whether the manuscript of Qi Tiande is here with the old lady, but if the old lady found me in person, it must be something.
Anyway, I will be here for more than a week, and I will come over when I am free.
Look, it won’t delay anything.”
Xie You agreed with Yu Nian's decision, "When I can't accompany you, I will arrange a driver to pick you up, okay?"
Yu Nian knew that whether he was arranging bodyguards or instructing drivers to pick him up, Xie You was worried about his own safety, so he smiled and agreed, "Of course."
Early the next morning, Yu Nian arrived at the work place.
Only when Meng Yuan saw the person did he let go of his worries, "I have already prepared myself mentally for you to be late."
Yu Nian: "I've always been punctual." menu , didn’t you say in the end that I wanted your forgiveness?”
Yu Nian followed Meng Yuan to the dressing room, listening and responding, "Yes."
"That's the problem.
There are a bunch of mentally ill fans who insist on you personally coming forward to express your forgiveness."
Yu Nian paused and was a little surprised, "There is still this follow-up."
"Yes," Meng Yuan's tone was cold, "I guess half of these fans pretended to be pitiful in front of Wang Ningxue's camera, then went to your Weibo and said that you were asleep and were irresponsible and were in a hurry to clear up the relationship.
You are a scumbag.
Now Wang Ningxue has come up with a reason and admitted that she deliberately threw dirty water on you.
They also want to kidnap you morally and make you act like a corrupt person and a bully. " Yu Nian pondered, "Brother Meng, do you think this is a bit strange?"
Meng Yuan slowed down his pace, with a bit of surprise on his face, "You feel the same way" Seeing Yu Nian nodding, he spoke out, "I don't know if I am too preoccupied and overthinking.
I have a guess, but I dare not confirm it.
Wang Ningxue has now been withdrawn from the resources she obtained by sucking your blood.
No matter what Whether it's a movie or an endorsement, it's gone.
In this case, even if she doesn't want to, she won't go back to her old tricks and cause trouble for you."
"Yes, and the focus of the attack on me this time is more like someone trying to destroy my character."
Yu Nian curled his lips, "Brother Meng, have I had any conflicts of interest with anyone recently?"
"I analyzed it carefully this morning, and there is none.
But if you add in the rumors in the circle, there is."
The two of them were walking on the lawn.
Meng Yuan estimated the shooting time and spoke faster, "You know Zheng Zhaoxi?"
"You know, they debuted two years before me.
They debuted as a trio and then went solo."
Meng Yuan: "Yes, before you debuted, he was the one who dominated the homepage every three days.
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He has made movies and TV series, and released albums.
The ratings and sales were very good, but he couldn't leave the circle, and he is still in the fan circle now.
Lihuo.
The rumor this time is that Zheng Zhaoxi is interested in cooperating with the luxury brand Deb.
The two parties have been in contact for many times, but they have not finalized it yet
.
"
Yu Nian understood, "Debo's requirements for spokespersons" "Very strict.
Daibo mainly makes high-end leather goods.
The brand's history dates back to the last century.
Because a brand spokesperson was exposed in a scandal, the brand's reputation also fell off a cliff, so the selection of spokespersons is extremely mystical."
Meng Yuan spread his hands. , "If the rumors in the circle are true, then Zheng Zhaoxi hopes that you will never get out of Wang Ningxue's scandal."
Yu Nian knew in his heart, "But this matter can't stay popular for long, and his plan will most likely fail."
At this time, a sound of "Yu Nian" came from far away, and Yu Nian raised a smile when he heard whose voice it was. , "Director Mesai, long time no see" The two opened their arms and hugged each other.
Mesai smiled heartily and said, "Are you still used to the weather?"
Yu Nian said in a brisk tone, "I'm used to it.
The sunshine is very comfortable."
During this gap, Messer whispered, "There is a lady inside who will be watching while we are filming.
I hope you will not be disturbed and can perform well."
Yu Nian saw Mesai winking at him and understood, "Thank you for the reminder."
This time the shooting location was chosen in an old castle.
Messer was personally explaining the advertising plan to Yu Nian, "The first ten seconds of the commercial show you coming back from riding a horse and fishing, wearing casual clothes, driving a convertible sports car, gliding around, and parking the car at the entrance to the castle's vestibule."
Messer drew a messy diagram as he spoke, "Then, you take off your sunglasses and get out of the car, follow the maid into the dressing room.
Take off your shirt, let the maid help you put on your tuxedo, tie your bow tie, and put on your cufflinks and watch."
"We will hang oil paintings on the walls of the long corridor we just passed.
When you walk from that corridor to the banquet hall, the attendant guarding the door will open the door of the banquet hall for you."
Messer held a pencil between his fingers. , waving gestures, "The moment the door opened, there was a bang.
What catches the eye is the luxurious, shiny crystal chandelier, the frescoed ceiling, and the brightly lit scene is dreamy.
Moreover, whether it is a gentleman in a tuxedo or a lady holding a feather fan and half covering her face, They will bow their heads and step away to make a way for you.”
After saying that, Mesai also patted Yu Nian's shoulder vigorously, "Your temperament can be suppressed."
"I will definitely perform well."
Yu Nian said, noticing that the lady Mesai mentioned was sitting under a white parasol not far away.
The other person was in his sixties, wearing a black knitted dress and pearl earrings.
His graying hair was neatly styled, and his handbag was neatly placed on his thigh.
Messer also noticed it and said in a lower voice, "Don't worry about it, just play freely."
The scene in the banquet hall was being decorated, and Messer requested that the scene of the palace ball must be restored.
So Yu Nian only had to wear a casual shirt and shorts, put sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and drive the sports car to the main road in the vestibule.
This scene alone was taken at dusk, and the lady watching had left at some point.
The next day, Yu Nian arrived at the shooting scene on time, and the other party was already sitting under the umbrella.
Yu Qingqing nodded lightly as a greeting and received a response from the other party.
On the afternoon of the third day, work ended very early.
After Yu Nian got into the car, Meng Yuan wondered, "Mrs.
Daibo is here again today."
"Well, he's here, and he left only half an hour earlier than me."
Yu Nian was thirsty, drank water, and continued, "But Director Mesai said that he probably won't come tomorrow, so he told me not to be nervous."
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"To be honest, even I am nervous.
I have been watching it for three days and I don't know if there is any result."
Meng Yuan touched his chin, "The domestic media released the news.
It was a photo of Zheng Zhaoxi and Daibo district manager having dinner.
The atmosphere looks good. ” He clicked his fingers, "To be honest, I still want you to seize Deb's endorsement.
There is only one Hersey, which is too weak.
Since the goddess of opportunity favors it, maybe it can really happen."
Yu Nian has a good attitude, "I am lucky if I get it, but I am lucky if I lose it."
"That's right, don't worry about it anymore."
Meng Yuan looked at his watch, "Where are you going next?"
"Going to visit an elder."
Seeing Meng Yuan's mouth, Yu Nian nodded, "Yes, that's Mrs.
Feng."
Because she had called in advance, Mrs.
Feng was already waiting in front of the courtyard when Yu Nian arrived.
She changed into a set of clothes and jewelry, clean and elegant.
When she saw Yu Nian coming in, she looked behind her and said, "Your boyfriend didn't come over."
Yu Nian bent down slightly and replied, "Yes, he went to the banquet.
I came here by myself today."
Mrs.
Feng said "Hmm", "Come in then.
I picked the newly bloomed roses in the yard and made rose cakes.
You can try them."
Yu Nian slowed down and followed Mrs.
Feng through the door.
There was a cup of tea and a plate of cakes on the table inside.
I washed my hands and took a bite.
The fragrant floral fragrance bloomed on my lips and tongue.
Yu Nian praised, "It's delicious, just like the rose cake I had when I was a kid."
A smile appeared in the corners of Old Mrs.
Feng's eyes, "I haven't done this in a long time.
As long as it tastes good."
She poured a cup of tea with a steady hand, "Where did we talk last time?"
Yu Nian put down the food and answered seriously, "Talking about the comparison between the Insomnia Post and the Qi Tian De Manuscript."
"Yes, look at my memory."
Old Mrs.
Feng wiped the tea stains on the corners of her lips with a handkerchief and said leisurely, "In your eyes, what is so good about Qi Tiande's manuscript?"
Yu Nian organized his words before answering this question, "The history of our nation is really long if you look back.
But if you read it carefully, you will find that these histories are the history of princes and generals, but they are not the history of ordinary people. .
Everyone is a grain of sand, but those who record history have a very high perspective, either horizontally or vertically, and are concerned with the rise and fall of the world, or the gains and losses of generations, while those at the bottom of society are always ignored. not see."
Mrs.
Feng listened carefully and said, "You continue."
Yu Nian held the teacup with his fingers, "But that's not the case in the Qi Tiande manuscript.
During the Tiande period, the prosperous times were overthrown.
The rebels raised their flags, wars were everywhere, and everyone was in ruins.
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At that time, the prefect of Liaocheng swore to defend the city to the death and never surrender to the enemy. , the people of the whole city vowed to live and die with the city.
On the twelfth day of the siege, several low-level soldiers who were killed by random arrows were carried back.
Feng Zhuo happened to see this scene, and he was filled with grief and anger.
He wrote this letter to pray for God's kindness and peace with the common people. .
In the manuscript, he solemnly wrote the names of these soldiers, and complained bitterly that the country was stained with blood, the king's power changed, and it was the people who suffered. " After taking a sip of warm tea, Yu Nian continued, "A roll of scrap paper, even if the strokes are extremely beautiful, is just a scrap of paper that has survived for thousands of years.
The thoughts, emotions, blood, tears, and history poured into it can last for thousands of years without concealing it."
The reason for the faint glow.”
The room fell silent for a while before Mrs.
Feng asked Yu Nian, "Have you eaten yet?"
Yu Nian nodded, "Eat."
Mrs.
Feng stood up and said, "Follow me and I will take a walk around the area."
Yu Nian quickly stood up and said, "Okay."
We walked for a while in the small park in the middle of the street, and then went to a bakery to buy bread.
Along the way, we talked about a lot of things from my childhood.
When it got dark and she returned home, Mrs.
Feng sat down on the sofa and asked Yu Nian, "You should know my identity, right?"
"You know, my grandpa once mentioned when I was young that the Feng family in Jincheng has a pure and upright family tradition that has lasted for several generations."
"You are very smart, so you should be able to guess my purpose."
Sitting opposite Mrs.
Feng, Yu Nian nodded, "Yes."
As if she had thought of something, Old Mrs.
Feng spoke in a gentle tone, with some nostalgia, "When I was young, my family was at its peak, and I lived well and lived well since I was a child.
Later, I married a well-matched sweetheart.
He died young, and before he left, I asked him I want to live well, and I have lived alone until now.
This year, I feel more and more that I may not live much longer, and I may not wake up one day.”
Yu Nian listened intently.
"When I got married, my father loved me so much that he gave me the manuscript of the Prayer to Heaven from our family collection as a dowry.
It has been with me for more than half a century.
I have no descendants and I don't want to hand it over to anyone."
Mr.
Feng The wife looked at Yu Nian with loving eyes, "You are a good boy, and you have been taught by Mr.
Xiuning since you were a child.
Therefore, I want to give the things to you.
Whether you burn it, pass it on to your family, or donate it, , after my death, it will be up to you."
Yu Nian was surprised.
He had guessed Mrs.
Feng’s intentions, but he never expected that the other party would give him the manuscript of Qitiande worth hundreds of millions.
Seeing that Yu Nian had something to say, Mrs.
Feng interrupted him first, "Don't talk about money, I have a lot of money.
Even if I live for another ten years, it will be enough."
She smiled, folded her hands and put them on her thighs Above, it is a very elegant sitting posture.
"When I was a child, I listened to my grandfather's knee.
He once said that civilization is not a big and broad concept, but is made up of these books, porcelain fragments and slips.
The manuscript of Qi Tiande has been with me outside for so long, and I have never forgotten it.
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It’s time to go back.”
Yu Nian did not refuse, but stood up respectfully and bowed to Mrs.
Feng.
Mrs.
Feng sat on the sofa and accepted this gift.
When it came time to shoot the cover of v magazine, Meng Yuan waved his hand in front of Yu Nian's eyes, "What's going on?
Are you too tired?
Why have you been in a daze these past two days?"
Yu Nian came to his senses and said, "It's okay, I'm just thinking about something."
Meng Yuan didn't ask any more questions and reminded Yu Nian in a low voice, "It's true that the photographer who took your cover is talented.
He won a bunch of international awards at the age of nineteen.
But it's also true that he is arrogant and difficult to get along with.
In other words, it's a hierarchy.
"Extremely heavy" I haven't understood it for more than ten years, "the concept of hierarchy" "Yes, there are a lot of entanglements in the fashion industry, and I don't know what his level of judgment is.
Anyway, if you encounter difficulties, please bear with me, this is not our home court."
"Okay, I understand."
This year’s big trend is retro, designed by v, which is also aristocratic retro style.
Yu Nian was asked to put on a century-old riding outfit and ride a horse in the woods.
But Meng Yuan really got it right.
After getting on and off the horse several times in Yu Nian, the inner thighs were so painful that the whole morning passed without taking a single photo.
When Yu Nian saw the photographer talking to the lighting engineer, he thought for two seconds and asked Shi Rou to take his phone.
After making sure that the other party could hear him, Yu Nian called Director Messe, pronouncing every word clearly, "Mr.
Messe, I'm sorry to bother you.
I want to confirm with you that Mr.
Slimane's salon is on the 2nd."
It’s seven o’clock in the evening, right?”
Slimane's fashion salon only invites eleven people at a time to gather and chat in his living room.
It is a place that countless people in the fashion circle want to step into.
When he said the name "Slimane", the photographer visibly glanced towards his position.
Yu Nian smiled and continued talking on the phone.
Next, the effect was immediate, the shooting progress became smooth and fast, and the work was finished at 3:30 in the afternoon.
When there were no more outsiders, Meng Yuan clicked his tongue twice, "Wise is still witty every year.
How did you think of it?"
Yu Nian explained, "Actually, it's very simple.
This photographer is extremely talented, so he would definitely observe and consider me when I met him for the first time.
That's why the shooting progress was so slow.
He was not deliberately making things difficult.
But I just need to let him know that the top people in the industry he recognizes recognize me, and then he will subconsciously recognize me. " "So the filming went very quickly later on."
"Yes, and I watched it, and the effect is very good.
He said he would make it into black and white and let me wait for the film to be completed."
Yu Nian said, hissing, and breathed cold air into his mouth, "Get on and off the horse, the legs should be The skin is worn out.”
Yu Nian did not go back to the hotel with Meng Yuan, but went to Xie You's place under the escort of bodyguards.
Not long after he sat down, Xie You came back.
Yu Nian was surprised, "It's so early today."
Xie Youlu walked quickly, panting slightly, "You're injured."
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Yu Nian sat there without daring to move, "Well, I was wearing a torn skin while riding a horse while filming."
Xie You looked visibly nervous, "I'll help you apply the medicine."
Yu Nian smiled and said, "Okay."
But when he discovered that the injury was actually on the inner thigh, Xie You's palms became hot as he thought of something.
But looking at the medicine and cotton swabs in his hands, he pursed his lips and held his breath, "Niannian, you, you spread your legs."
Yu Nian did as he was told and spread his straight legs, exposing the injury on his inner thigh.
The area that had been rubbed repeatedly had broken skin and was still bleeding.
Suddenly, Xie You squeezed the cotton swab in his hand.
After calming down his breathing, Xie You knelt half-kneeling on the carpet, lowered his eyelashes and leaned closer.
Controlling his strength, he gently applied the medicine to the injury on the side of Yu Nian's leg, and asked carefully, "Nian Nian, does it hurt?"
Realizing that the posture was too ambiguous and the oxygen in the air was scarce, Yu Nian turned his head and answered with his eyes closed, "It doesn't hurt."
His voice was slightly hoarse that he didn't even notice.
After applying the wound medicine, Xie You's forehead was already covered with a thin layer of sweat.
He stood up hastily, not daring to look at Yu Nian again, "I'm going to the bathroom."
After walking two steps, Xie You returned, determined, knelt on one knee on the carpet, leaned over and kissed Yu Nian's smooth knee, and then hurriedly left. gd1806102: