Seeing that Xie You seemed to have been exposed some little secret, Yu Nian dragged his tone, "So it wasn't."
Xie You stopped talking.
Yu Nian smiled in a good mood.
Seeing this smile, Xie You's throat became dry, "Niannian, don't smile like that."
Yu Nian was puzzled, "Why?"
"It makes me want to... kiss you." As if wanting to quickly stop some of his thoughts, Xie You changed the subject, "I sent someone to investigate, this old lady is indeed Feng Tongbi, from the Feng family in Jincheng Later generations. When she was young, she married the eldest son of the Jiang family in Jingcheng. Later, her husband died, and the Jiang family declined. Interviews with domestic reporters."
Yu Nian followed Xie You's wishes and changed the subject, "She asked about "The Manuscript of Praying to Heaven" today."
Xie You understood Yu Nian's meaning, "This work has not appeared for a long time, do you doubt it?"
"Yes," Yu Nian nodded, "I'm not sure if "The Manuscript of Praying for Heaven" is at the old lady's place, but the old lady found me in person, so there must be something wrong. Anyway, I will be here for more than a week, when I'm free Just come and have a look, there is nothing to delay."
Xie You was in favor of 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 it was arranging bodyguards or ordering the driver to pick him up, Xie You was worried about his own safety, so he responded with a smile, "Of course."
Early the next morning, when Yu Nian arrived at his workplace, Meng Yuan let go of his worries when he saw someone, "I'm already mentally prepared for you to be late!"
Yu Nian: "I've always been punctual."
Meng Yuan raised his eyebrows, "Isn't there still that poem, 'From now on, the king will not go to court early'?" Realizing that his head seemed to be full of yellow waste, he coughed twice, "Don't talk about this, the domestic Internet is not peaceful, Wang Ningxue personally I apologize, don't you want to get your forgiveness in the end?"
Yu Nian followed Meng Yuan to the dressing room, and answered while listening, "Yes."
"That's where the problem lies. There are a bunch of fans with sick brains. You must come forward in person to express your forgiveness."
Yu Nian paused, a little surprised, "Is there a follow-up?"
"Yeah," Meng Yuan said in a cold tone, "It is estimated that half of these fans are pretending to be pitiful in front of Wang Ningxue's camera, and then ran to your Weibo, saying that you were sleeping and irresponsible, and were in a hurry to get rid of the relationship. What a scumbag. Now Wang Ningxue has made up her own excuses, admitting that she deliberately poured dirty water on you, and they want to kidnap you morally, so that if you don’t say forgiveness, it’s like being a bad character and bullying others.”
Yu Nian pondered, "Brother Meng, don't you think this is a bit strange?"
Meng Yuan slowed down, with surprise on his face, "You think so too?"
Seeing Yu Nian nodding, he said, "I don't know if I'm thinking too much. I have a guess, but I can't guarantee it. Now Wang Ningxue has been withdrawn from the resources obtained by sucking your blood. Whether it's a movie or an endorsement, it's gone. In this case, even if she is unwilling, she will not repeat her tricks and trouble you."
"Yes, and the focus of my attack this time is more like someone trying to ruin my character." Yu Nian bent his lips, "Brother Meng, have I had any conflicts of interest with anyone recently?"
"I analyzed it carefully in the morning, and there is nothing. But if you add the rumors in the circle, there will be." The two walked on the lawn, Meng Yuan estimated the shooting time, and sped up his speech, "You know Zheng Zhaoxi, right?"
"You know, two years before my debut, I debuted as a trio at first, and then went solo."
Meng Yuan: "Yes, before your debut, he was the one who dominated the homepage for three days. He has filmed movies and TV shows, released albums, and the ratings and sales are very good, but he can't get out of the circle, and he is still in the fan circle. Li Huo. The rumor this time is that Zheng Zhaoxi intends to cooperate with the luxury brand Debo.
Yu Nian understood, "Debo's request for a spokesperson—"
"Very strict. Debo mainly makes high-end leather goods. The brand history dates back to the last century. Because of the scandal of the brand spokesperson being exposed, the brand's reputation has also fallen off a cliff, so the selection of spokespersons is extremely clean." Meng Yuan spread his hands. , "If the rumors in the circle are true, then Zheng Zhaoxi wishes you could stay out of Wang Ningxue's scandal forever."
Yu Nian knew it in his heart, "But this matter won't last long, and his plan will probably come to nothing." At this time, "Yu Nian" came from a distance, and he could tell whose voice it was, and Yu Nian smiled , "Director Messer, long time no see!"
The two embraced with open arms, and Messer smiled brightly, "Are you still used to the climate?"
Yu Nian said lightly, "I'm used to it, the sun is very comfortable."
During this gap, Messer whispered, "There is a lady inside who will watch while we are filming. I hope you will not be disturbed and play well."
Seeing Messer winking at him, Yu Nian understood, "Thank you for reminding me."
This time the shooting location was chosen in an old castle. Messer is personally explaining the advertising plan to Yu Nian, "The first ten seconds of the commercial is about you returning from riding a horse and fishing, wearing casual clothes, driving a convertible sports car, and stopping at the vestibule entrance of the castle."
Messer drew a messy diagram while talking, "Then, you take off your sunglasses and get out of the car, follow the attendant into the dressing room. Take off your shirt, let the maid help you change into a tuxedo, fasten your bow tie, and put on your cufflinks and wristwatch."
"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 at the door will open the door of the banquet hall for you." Mess held a pencil between his fingers , waving gestures, "The moment the door is opened, bang! What hits the eyeballs is the luxurious and shining crystal chandelier! The ceiling covered with murals, and the lights are brilliant! The picture is dreamy, and, whether you are wearing a tuxedo A gentleman, or a lady with a feather fan half covering her face, will bow their heads and back away to make way for you!"
As he said that, Messer patted Yu Nian on the shoulder vigorously, "Your temperament can't be suppressed!"
"I must play well." Yu Nian said, noticing that the lady Messer mentioned was sitting under a white parasol not far away. The other party was in his sixties, wearing a black knit dress and pearl earrings, his gray hair was well-groomed, and his handbag was neatly placed on his lap.
Messer also noticed, and his voice was a little softer, "Don't worry, just play freely."
The scene of the banquet hall is being arranged, and Messer requested that the scene of the court ball must be restored. So Yu Nian only needs to wear casual shirts and shorts, put sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and drive the sports car to the main road in the vestibule one after another.
This scene alone was filmed until dusk, and the lady who was 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 Nian nodded lightly as a greeting, and got a response from the other party.
On the afternoon of the third day, work was done early. After Yu Nian got into the car, Meng Yuan wondered, "Madam Debo is here again today?"
"Well, here we are, leaving only half an hour earlier than me." Yu Nian was thirsty, drank some water, and continued, "But Director Messer said that he probably won't be here tomorrow, so let me not be nervous."
"To tell you the truth, even I'm nervous. After watching this for three days, I don't know if there will be any results." Meng Yuan rubbed his chin, "The domestic media released the news, it was a photo of Zheng Zhaoxi having dinner with the regional manager of Debo, Looks like a good vibe.”
He nodded his fingers, "To be honest, I still want you to catch Debo's endorsement. There is only one Hessie, it's too thin. Since the goddess of chance favors it, maybe it will really work!"
Yu Nian has a good attitude, "I'm lucky if I get it, but my life is lost."
"That's right, don't worry about it anymore." Meng Yuan looked at his watch, "Where are you going next?"
"Go to visit an elder." Seeing Meng Yuan's mouth shape, Yu Nian nodded, "Yes, it's Mrs. Feng."
Because of the phone call in advance, when Yu Nian arrived, Mrs. Feng was already waiting in front of the courtyard. She changed into a set of clothes and a set of jewelry, clean and elegant. Seeing Yu Nian coming in, she even looked back, "Did your boyfriend come?"
Yu Nian bent down slightly, and replied, "Yes, he went to the banquet, and I came here by myself today."
Old Mrs. Feng said "Oh", "Come in, I picked the newly bloomed roses in the yard and made rose cakes, try it."
Yu Nian slowed down and followed Mrs. Feng into the door. On the table inside, there is a cup of tea and a plate of pastries.
After washing his hands, he took a sip, and the rich floral fragrance bloomed on his lips and tongue. Yu Nian praised, "It's delicious! It's like the rose flow cake I ate when I was a child!"
The corners of Mrs. Feng's eyes curled into smiles, "I haven't made it for a long time, as long as it tastes good." She poured a cup of tea steadily, "Last time... where did we talk?"
Yu Nian put down his food and answered seriously, "Talking about the comparison between "Insomnia Post" and "Qi Tian De Manuscript."
"Yes, look at my memory!" Mrs. Feng wiped the tea stains from the corners of her lips with a handkerchief, and said leisurely, "In your eyes, what's so good about "The Manuscript of Prayer for God?"
Yu Nian organized his words before answering this question, "The history of our nation is really very long. But if you read it carefully, you will find that these histories are the history of princes and generals, but not the history of ordinary people. .Everyone is a grain of sand, but those who record history, either horizontally or vertically, put it extremely high, whether it is related to the rise and fall of the world, or the gains and losses of generations, and the people at the bottom of society will always be ignored not see."
Mrs. Feng listened carefully, "Go on."
Yu Nian held his teacup with his finger, "But "The Manuscript of Prayer for Heaven and Virtue" is not like this. During the reign of Tiande, the prosperous age was overthrown by one dynasty, the rebels raised their flags, the flames of war rose everywhere, and the lives were devastated. At that time, Feng Zhuo, the prefect of Liaocheng, swore to defend the city to the death and never Surrender to the enemy, and the people of the city vow to live and die with the city.
On the twelfth day of the siege, several low-level soldiers who died from random arrows were brought back. Fengzhuo happened to see this scene, filled with grief and indignation, and wrote this letter, praying for God's grace and peace with the common people. . In the manuscript, he solemnly wrote down the names of these soldiers, and complained bitterly that the country was blood-stained, the royal power changed, and it was the people who suffered. "
After taking a sip of warm tea, Yu Nian continued, "A roll of remnant paper, even if the strokes are extremely beautiful, is just a remnant of paper. It has survived for thousands of years. The thoughts, emotions, blood and tears, and history poured on it are the ones that have lasted thousands of years without concealing them. The reason for the slight glow."
The room fell silent, and after a while, Mrs. Feng asked Yu Nian, "Have you finished eating?"
Yu Nian nodded, "Eat well."
Mrs. Feng got up, "Walk with me, old lady?"
Yu Nian hurriedly got up, "Okay."
After a walk in the small park in the middle of the street, I went to a bakery to buy bread. Along the way, I talked a lot about Yu Nian's childhood. When it was dark and returned home, Mrs. Feng sat down on the sofa and asked Yu Nian, "You should know my identity, right?"
"I know, when I was a child, my grandfather once mentioned that the Feng family in Jincheng has a clean and upright family style, which has survived through generations."
"You are very smart, so you should be able to guess my purpose?"
Sitting opposite Mrs. Feng, Yu Nian nodded, "Yes."
As if thinking of something, Old Madam Feng's tone was gentle, with some nostalgia, "When I was young, it was the heyday of my family. I grew up well-clothed and well-fed, and later married my sweetheart who was well-matched. He died young. I have lived a good life, and I have lived alone so far. This year, I feel more and more that I may not live long, and maybe one day I will not wake up."
Yu Nian listened intently.
"When I got married, my father loved me so much that he gave me the "Manuscript of Prayer for Heaven" as a dowry. It has been with me for more than half a century. I have no offspring, and I don't want to hand it over to anyone." Mrs. Feng looked at Yu Nian with loving eyes, "You are a good boy, and you were taught by Mr. Xiu Ning since childhood, so I want to give you things. Whether you burn it or pass it on to your family, donate it That’s fine, after my death, you will be the master.”
Yu Nian was surprised. He had guessed Old Madam Feng's intentions, but he didn't expect that the other party would give him the "Prayer for God" worth hundreds of millions!
Seeing that Yu Nian had something to say, Mrs. Feng interrupted him first, "Not to mention money, I have a lot of money, even if I live another ten years, it will be enough." She smiled, folded her hands and placed them on her lap Up, is a very elegant sitting posture,
"When I was young, I listened to my grandfather's knee. The old man once said that civilization is not a big and broad concept, but a little piece of these books, porcelain slips and slips. The "Qitiande Manuscript" has been with me for so long , and it’s time to go back.”
Yu Nian didn't refuse again, but got up respectfully and bowed to Mrs. Feng.
Old Mrs. Feng sat on the sofa and received the 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 are you always in a daze these two days?"
Yu Nian came back to his senses, "It's nothing, I was just thinking about something."
Meng Yuan didn't ask much, and reminded Yu Nian in a low voice, "It's true that the photographer who took your cover photo is very talented. He won a bunch of international awards at the age of nineteen. But it's also true that he is lonely and difficult to get along with. How to put it, it's a hierarchical concept." Extremely heavy!"
Yu Nian didn't understand, "Hierarchy?"
"Yes, there are a lot of entanglements in the fashion circle, and I don't know what his judgment level is. Anyway, if you encounter difficulties, bear it, this is not our home field."
"Okay, I understand."
This year's popular trend is retro, planned by "V+", and it is also aristocratic retro style. He asked Yu Nian to put on a riding outfit from the last century and ride a horse in the woods.
But it really made Meng Yuan hit the mark. Yu Nian got on and off the horse several times, and his inner thighs were so painful that the whole morning passed without taking a single photo.
Seeing the cameraman talking to the lighting engineer, Yu Nian thought for a second and asked Shi Rou to bring her phone. After making sure that the other party could hear him, Yu Nian called Director Messer, pronounced every word clearly, "Mr. Messer, sorry to bother you, I want to ask you to confirm that Mr. Slimane's salon is on the 2nd Seven o'clock at night, right?"
Slimane's fashion salon only invites eleven people to meet and chat in the living room of his home at a time. It is a place that countless people in the fashion circle want to step into.
As he uttered the name "Slimane," the photographer visibly glanced at his position.
Yu Nian continued to talk on the phone with a smile on his face. Next, the effect can be described as immediate, and the shooting progress began to become 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, "Wisdom is still witty every year! How did you think of it?"
Yu Nian explained, "It's actually very simple. This photographer is very talented, so when I met him for the first time, he must observe and consider layers of consideration, so the shooting progress is so slow, not deliberately making things difficult.
But I just need to let him know that the top figures in the industry he recognizes recognize me, then he will subconsciously agree with me. "
"So the filming took place very quickly afterwards?"
"Yes, and I saw it, and the effect is very good. He said that it will be made in black and white, and let me wait for the film." Yu Nian said, "hissed", and sucked the cool air into his mouth, "Get on and off the horse, the legs should be It's 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 in a hurry, panting slightly, "You are injured."
Yu Nian sat up and didn't dare to move, "Well, I was riding a horse during the filming, and my skin was worn out."
Xie You became visibly nervous, "I'll help you with the medicine!"
Yu Nian smiled, "Okay."
But when he found out that the wound was actually on the inner thigh, Xie You felt his palms burn for some reason. But looking at the medicine and cotton swabs in his hand, he pursed his lips and held his breath, "Niannian, you, you separate your legs."
Yu Nian did as he did, and separated his straight legs, revealing the wound on the inner thigh. The area where it was repeatedly rubbed had broken skin and was still oozing blood.
Suddenly, Xie You squeezed the cotton swab in his hand.
After slowing down his breathing, Xie You half-knelt on the carpet, lowered his eyelashes and approached, controlled his strength, and gently applied the wound medicine to the wound on Yu Nian's leg, while carefully asking, "Niannian, does it hurt?"
Realizing that the posture was too ambiguous, the oxygen in the air became scarce, Yu Nian turned his head, closed his eyes and replied, "It doesn't hurt." His voice was a little hoarse that he didn't even notice.
After applying the wound medicine, Xie You's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat. He got up hastily, not daring to look at Yu Nian again, "I'm going to the bathroom!"
After walking two steps, Xie You came back, made up his mind, knelt on one knee on the carpet, leaned over and kissed Yu Nian's clean knee, and then left in a hurry.