The next day, I finally understood why Lin Yi asked Shangguanqin to take Zhuang Qing to the sauna, because he called me just after get off work the next morning, "Let's have dinner together at noon. Let's talk about your affairs."
I was a little surprised, "What's wrong with me?"
"I have a way to solve your current problem." He said, "Because I found a good job for Zhuang Qing."
I was a little surprised: Why was he so concerned about Zhuang Qing? I felt worried and uneasy. But his words aroused my curiosity, so I agreed immediately.
Lin Yi's acting style is indeed very low-key. He chose a Chinese fast food restaurant not far from our hospital. After entering, I knew why he chose this place: it is hygienic, casual, and more importantly, quiet.
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People who eat fast food are busy people. Most of the customers of a mid-range fast food restaurant like this are probably white-collar workers and will not make loud noises in such a place.
After we ordered food, we sat opposite each other and talked while eating.
I couldn't bring myself to mention what happened today, so I was waiting for him to speak. He was the one who took the initiative to call me, so of course I should listen to his thoughts first.
He finally spoke, "I heard from Shangguan that her calves are indeed very beautiful."
Although what he said is true, I don't know what his intention was when he said this, but I have to say, "Shangguan is a woman, and women see women differently than men see women."
The reason I said this is because I suddenly thought of a person and a thing. Zhong Xiaohong, and the time she introduced her girlfriend to me. I felt deeply about this.
He nodded, "That makes sense."
At this time, my curiosity was suddenly aroused by him, "Brother Lin, why are you so interested in this question?" Originally, I wanted to ask him: Why are you so interested in Zhuang Qing's calves?
But I thought it was very indecent, so I changed it temporarily.
He looked at me and smiled, and then asked me: "Brother, have you ever heard of the profession of leg molding?"
I looked at him doubtfully, feeling a little confused, "Leg model? What does a leg model do?"
He smiled faintly, "A leg model is a partial model that mainly focuses on the legs. The leg model industry is relatively mature abroad and is mainly used for stockings, boots, skirts, skin care products, etc. Other creative advertising. Leg molding is an emerging industry in my country, but the requirements are extremely high. It requires that the ratio of the calf to the thigh is close to the same or slightly longer than the thigh. The thickness of the leg shape must be uniform, and the lines must be graceful, delicate, smooth, without obvious scars, and the midline Straight, strong calves, round thighs, and no fat on the buttocks. In addition to the basic requirements for the legs, the leg models must also have camera expressiveness. Because they interpret the product through body language. Do you understand? "
Now I understand, but... "Brother Lin, do you think Zhuang Qing is suitable for such a job? Also, it's hard to say whether she is willing."
He smiled and looked very confident, "Brother, have you ever thought about it? Leg models can not only appear as images in print advertisements on the covers of various types of women's magazines, but they can also appear as spokespersons for certain women's products.
On TV, I found that Zhuang Qing has a fierce and generous personality, and she has a wild spirit in her heart, so I think she is the most suitable. She may not become a star in the future. Have you noticed that advertising celebrities have become TV stars?
, there are also quite a few movie stars.”
I shook my head, "There are only a few people like that."
He nodded, "Of course. But behind any successful female star in television or movies, there is a person who works for them. In modern society, in the final analysis, money plays a role in making a star famous. With money,
, you can hire a planning and operation team for her. With money, you can bribe well-known directors. As long as there are good scripts, famous actors to play with her, and she is smart and hard-working, there will be nothing wrong with her.
possible."
I seemed to understand, "Are you willing to support her?"
But he shook his head, "You are wrong. You should be the one to praise her."
I couldn't help but smile bitterly, "My brother Lin, I'm just a little doctor, where did I get that ability?"
"You have the ability." He said to me seriously.
I shook my head, still smiling bitterly, "Brother Lin, you think highly of me, I know, you are joking with me today."
"You are my good brother, how could I make such a joke with you?" He said, with a serious and serious expression, "Brother, you have not realized your own abilities, nor have you seen your own opportunities.
Ah. Not to mention other things, just take the project that Shangguan plans to cooperate with you. You can earn at least tens of millions of dollars. This is still the early stage. To be honest, Director Lin is really good to you.
I’m a little jealous of you. Also, for our future cooperation, brother, don’t worry about money at all. I can pay you in advance anytime you need me. No problem.”
"That project? That's something far off in the future. We've just finished the preliminary work, and it's still early to actually make money. Now if you ask Zhuang Qing to do that kind of work, I can't help her develop." I said.
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"Brother, you are wrong. Haha! But we will discuss this matter later. Even if Zhuang Qing is willing to do such a job, she must go through an adaptation period, right? First train for a period of time, and then work as a graphic model, and wait until she has the ability
It’s not too late to talk about other things after you have a certain foundation and can express yourself freely in front of the camera. Don’t you think so? Things that can be accomplished overnight are not that easy, and we shouldn’t do things that are detrimental to the situation. Don’t you think that should be the case?
"
I nodded.
By this time we had finished our meal, and he suddenly said to me: "By the way, brother, take this."
As he spoke, he took out something from the bag he carried with him.
"What is this?" I asked doubtfully.
"Open it and take a look." He smiled at me.
I took the thing from his hand and slowly opened it...I was immediately shocked.
This is that painting, "Morning Song"!
I felt the extreme beauty again. The painting in front of me almost made me unable to breathe.
He coughed, and I woke up from the extreme shock. I looked up at him and found that he was smiling at me. "According to the author of this painting, "Morning Song" originated from a man who liked to play music.
The girl who plays the violin, that girl is very beautiful, very temperamental, and has a good sense of music. She often wears a white dress. Her home is an old-fashioned blue brick bungalow with a very large balcony. On midsummer nights, the author and the girl both like
They gathered together to play the piano and sing on the big balcony. One afternoon, the painter went to her house to listen to her playing the piano, but his mind was full of creative things. He stared blankly at the background of her playing the piano. Suddenly, there was a breeze and the white skirt naturally fluttered.
From then on, he felt very beautiful, his mind moved, and a picture appeared in front of his eyes. He wanted to paint this feeling so much, so he began to conceive and compose the picture, but was not satisfied many times. Later, the painter found the girl's brother to lobby for her to be
As a model, I didn't expect that the girl actually agreed, so the artist picked up the camera, played with various angles and postures, and then used a fan to blow the wind, constantly adjusting the wind speed to make the girl's skirt flow more beautifully and naturally. Although it was a toss-up
It was very tiring, but the effect made the artist very satisfied. So he composed the picture again, started the color draft, changed the background to the West Lake, willows, etc., and finally finalized it. Later, the artist repeatedly modified the painting, such as changing the picture into a quiet morning
, there was a slight breeze, and a small boat rowed by in the distance, creating a white wave. The artistic conception of the picture was very musical. So, this shocking work was born." He said to me slowly.
"Do you know the author of this painting?" I asked, very envious.
But he shook his head, "No, I saw the introduction to this painting from a magazine."
"Then this painting..." I looked at him doubtfully.
"I gave it to you." He smiled at me.
Suddenly, I felt my hand become heavy - it was too precious. "No, I can't ask for something as precious as yours." Then he handed the painting to him.
"Do you like it? Do you like this painting?" he asked.
I was startled, then nodded, "But..."
He smiled and pushed the painting towards me, "Brother, you are so sincere. Haha! Have you ever thought about how, if this painting is real, it is not framed? It should at least have a frame, right? Honestly.
Let me tell you, I called this painting yesterday and asked a painter friend of ours from the Jiangnan Academy of Fine Arts to copy it. You see, the ink is not completely dry yet. Take it, it is rare for a person to like the same thing."
I touched the picture with my hand, and sure enough, I immediately became happy and said, "Thank you, Brother Lin."
To be honest, I really like this painting. However, I am even more grateful for his sincerity. I didn’t expect that last night I just casually mentioned something about this painting, but I didn’t expect him to express it so quickly.
Let someone copy it.
"What do you think of the copying? This painting." He looked very happy as he asked me.
"The painting is so good. It's exactly the same and shocking." I said sincerely.
"This painter is also a poet. And she is a beautiful woman." He smiled.
I didn't take it seriously, "Brother Lin, you have so many friends."
What I didn't expect was that he actually recited a poem at this time——
"A stroke of cinnabar is the first thing that dyes my lips red. It's always your face. A heavy ink sweeps across my hair. The first thing that dyes me black is always a drop of water from your hand. That's the first thing that makes my eyes moist.
It's always your eyes. The last thing to sign is a red hook and a streamer. The first thing to wrap around is always your heart. I dot one on the thin rice paper and I draw one of you. There is only one you in my world. For you, I want to draw a picture. I have never written a picture of you.
Already on the paper for you I want to play a harp, a tune that has never been plucked. The sky has become you. I want to compose a poem. A poem that has never been conceived has been completed. You are the bird on the branch under my painting brush, showing off our encounter in this life. The song is gentle and affectionate for you.
It is the beating notes under my piano that express the agreement we made in our previous life. The beautiful sound of the piano is yours, the passionate poem in my heart that tells the story of our love in the next life. Every word is yours and mys."
He chanted softly and slowly, and I was stunned when I heard it. (To be continued)