The evening sky is covered with layers of clouds, the sun cannot be seen, and the light is darker than usual; I don’t know where the wind comes from, and it makes people shiver when it blows; under the sky, there is the soul landmark of Yangxi, the old monster that is evergreen all year round.
The pines and cypresses finally showed their original shape, like a person's hair with a thin layer; more leaves fell than were left alive, and they were thickly piled on the ground. It was going to rain, and the soil was already wet, and your clothes would get wet when you sit down;
The corner of the tree where Fang Yi once walked is no longer occupied by lovers sticking together.
"Xu Sanguan Sells Blood", the bookmark of this book, a piece of pine and cypress leaf that was originally plump and plump, has become dry due to lack of nutritional support. When I took it out to look at it before, it actually broke.
Lying quietly in the palm of Fang Yi's hand, his master looked at him carefully.
It has only been less than a week, and it is already very different from what I remembered. The vitality of leaves is so fragile after leaving the mother body.
I took this book with me when I borrowed it, although I don’t know who got it; when I return it, try to return a similar leaf, maybe someone else will use it.
Fang Yi went to look under the tree, but didn't find anything particularly beautiful. He always came very late. The leaves that fell were only fuller in the early morning, and by the evening, they were already rotten. You can also climb up and pick new ones. However,
…
He looked up at the tall pines and cypresses and thought of the dead leaves that he had easily broken.
If it falls, the bones will probably look like leaves.
Nothing was found.
However, the seven-day book return period has come.
I really feel sorry for the classmate who gave me the bookmark; he drew my look, and I am a famous actor. I should charge a portrait fee. The portrait fee should be regarded as the leaf. I broke yours today.
Ye Zi, I won’t hold you accountable from now on.
Half of the leaves were inserted casually into the pages of the book.
There are umbrellas for teachers and students at the entrance of the library, which are inserted into the umbrella stands and are usually not used. It may rain tonight, and we have expected them, so there are only empty umbrella stands left in this place.
Return desk.
She was the only girl with a round head who used to work part-time there, and her overalls were pulled up high, making her look younger. While she was checking the books, she tried her best to sort them according to the book numbers, rarely raising her head.
Mumbling to himself, probably complaining.
Fang Yi handed over the book.
"The Story of Xu Sanguan Selling Blood".
When the girl saw the dark cover, she immediately raised her head and said, "So it's you."
The balls on her head spread out a little, covering less than half of her forehead.
Fang Yi: "What's wrong with me?"
The girl said, "I recognize you." She opened the book to check, and sure enough, a half-broken leaf fell out and was stuck somewhere in the book. The girl memorized the number on that page and wrote it on the counter, "You still have it?"
Haven't you finished reading it?" He added, "Since it was left by someone else, you should keep it properly."
Fang Yi could hear the girl's strange feeling of resentment. For some reason, he said, "I don't know whose leaves those are; I didn't mean them. Leaves don't last long."
The woman said, "Whatever the book looks like, it will look the same when you return it. This is called returning it as is, and it is our library's rule."
I seem to have heard this somewhere.
By the way, last time I came here, there was a girl with long hair. She was her senior.
"Where is your senior sister?" Fang Yi also asked.
"It's none of your business!" He was answered word for word.
Fang Yi couldn't help but touch his nose. He didn't know why he got into trouble, and he didn't want to talk to anyone anymore, so he turned around and left.
"Remember, what you see is one hundred and seventy-one pages!"
The woman reminded him strangely again.
Don’t you really hate me? Why are you reminding me again?
What a very strange person. There is a problem with this person's logic. I should try to stay away from him.
Fang Yi came out and sneaked into the teaching building next door while it was still raining - the campus of Yangxi Opera is not big. Although it is also a top industry-level institution, in the capital, compared with other traditional universities, it cannot compete for a place.
; At this time, every inch of land in the capital is at a premium.
Ren Changhong wanted to see him if he had something to do.
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"Beauty magazine and the chocolate company, Telford, plan to collaborate on a series of feature films that will be broadcast before Valentine's Day," Ren Changhong sat spinning in the familiar boss chair, "You know, it's like
It’s just like the short film you made before, it has a plot.”
Fang Yi nodded and said he understood. Ren Changhong has always paid attention to the scenes filmed by students, which is also one of his own KPIs.
Micro-film advertising has become popular in recent years, and it can be regarded as an industry trend in the film and television industry; it was first popular abroad and then spread to China.
It is not a phenomenon that comes out of thin air. On the one hand, domestic TV media coverage has finally included the vast majority of the nation; on the other hand, with the popularity of the Internet, interesting advertisements can be actively shared and disseminated by netizens. If the producers intend to
Spending money to support and guide may create a wave of brand noise, stimulate traditional media reports, and in turn promote the marketing effect of TV advertising, thus creating a positive communication with a small gain.
The key is to make netizens think that they are spontaneously leading, so that they can become enthusiastic.
Ren Changhong said: "Telford is the brand of a foreign candy factory, Mars, which I heard is one of the world's top 500. They have also tried this advertising model in other countries and it was very successful, but experience requires the selection of new people, which will not make
Netizens are aware of advertising marketing and are disgusted with it.”
"They don't want to play second-hand; the domestic "Beauty" magazine also has a certain say and is planning to select young people among the freshmen and sophomores in major universities. Those who want to be photogenic, good-looking, and non-offensive; male and female
I want one of each, the girl has already been decided."
When saying this, Ren Changhong, who was circling over and over again, controlled it properly. This circle turned exactly to face Fang Yi. Ren Changhong looked at Fang Yi and said, "This is your dessert area, it is tailor-made for you."
Made to order.”
The sweet spot is the actor's own temperament; it may change as age or body shape changes; for example, the 18-year-old Fang Yi is now very suitable to play the so-called "clean" first love boy in the eyes of girls.
.
"I have no control over who other schools want to recommend. I have already talked to other teachers about our performance department at Yangzhou Opera, and the dean has agreed to recommend you." Ren Changhong stepped on the depression of the coffee table and stopped.
He turned and stretched his torso forward, trying to look oppressive, "Now let me ask your opinion, what do you think?"
"When?"
"Probably next week, maybe the next week, it won't be longer than this."
Next week is the time to shoot Wang Defa's documentary, and this time it will take longer. Fang Yi said, "What if I was filming at that time?"
Ren Changhong became interested, "What show?"
"Yangma's documentary, the program "Agitating China" every Wednesday..."
Ren Changhong listened patiently to what he said, but immediately answered, he already had an idea: "You don't need to be too eager to go to Yangma and get recognition from the mainstream channel. Of course, this will also be important in the future; you need it more now
Accumulate audience popularity and let more people know you; Mars has a pre- and post-marketing budget of over 6 million for this advertisement. Everyone in the industry knows that your commercials are on TV, online, in supermarkets..."
Fang Yi was unmoved. He felt that his current fame was too much.
Ren's office had more decorations than the last time he came here. The most attractive thing was a sketch: it was the pines and cypresses outside the window, which looked like the angle here. Fang Yi asked Ren Changhong: "Teacher Ren, this is
Is the painting your work?"
"Gifted by students... Fang Yi, let's talk about this commercial first," Ren was eager to persuade, but suddenly remembered something, "I remember that multinational groups like this are willing to pay actors; before I went to the theater, I went to shoot a fast food commercial.
Yes, 70,000 to 80,000 each, totaling over 200,000. Mars is very wealthy, you will not be lower than this. As for Wang Defa, I also know him, I will go and tell him..."
"I have no objection." Fang Yi said firmly.
[He said the total amount is over 200,000]
The sound of rain and rain outside the office could already be heard, but it was no more loud than Fang Yi's determination.