My girl group exploded

Chapter 636 The front wave, the back wave

Helianbei has been quite free recently.

He accepted a film by a cutting-edge director, in which he played a supporting role.

At the beginning, he told Bai Yangyu that when he planned to accept the film, he was still not sure about the other party's attitude.

"Where did you get the script?" Bai Yangyu didn't express his attitude first: "It can't be those people who sent it to me, have you read it?"

"Yeah." He Lianbei leaned on the sofa, he always looked very complacent.After experiencing those things, he became more indifferent and lived a more casual life. "Anyway, it was planned for me to shoot. I read it when I have nothing to do. I really like this story."

"A supporting role, the director is a newcomer, and our company hasn't invested yet." Bai Yangyu walked around the room, and finally said: "Do you really like this script?"

"Yeah." He Lianbei nodded: "And the shooting time is not long, if it is given to me, it will be over in a few days at most."

Bai Yangyu still agreed.

Without him, the story is pretty good.But he told Zhou Yiyang about it, and Zhou Yiyang directly invested in the movie after reading the script.

He Lianbei really finished filming his scenes in a few days. After he was free, his daily activities were to study tea art at home during the day and go out for a walk with his dog at night.

Looks like a retired old man.

After he turned on his phone today, he saw a push message from Weibo.

"Su Yin?" He stared at the familiar name and clicked on Weibo.

Then he also saw Lin Xuan'er's imitation of himself.

"It was quite interesting to shoot."

He couldn't help but think of when he was shooting that cover.

That was when he transformed into an actor, after his explosion.

At that time, no matter where Helian Bei went, it was empty.

Countless young men and women regard him as an idol. Every time he appears, he will be imitated by others, and finally he is called popular.

He was not very old at that time, probably about the same as Zhou Yiyang now.

But He Lianbei thought he was far less mature than Zhou Yiyang at that time, he was quite vain.

He enjoys the audience's praise for him.

For the cover shoot, he changed a lot of looks because he didn't like it.

"I want something avant-garde, something no one else has played. Haven't you seen the description of me outside, I am pop itself."

Recalling, Helianbei couldn't help but slap himself.

How could he be so stupid then.

Fortunately, the entertainment industry was pure back then, and no one exposed these remarks.

In the end, he contributed a cover that was hugely controversial that year.

Afro, battle-damaged makeup, shiny black culottes and a pair of thick-soled black high heels.

"Rock and roll was the most popular at that time." Although He Lianbei had already planned to be an actor at that time, he followed the trend and sang rock and roll.

On the cover, he holds the guitar in his left hand and points to the sky with his right hand, with an uninhibited and free expression on his face.

Some scolded him, some were crazy about it.

Of course, Helianbei's professional ability is excellent, so he can ignore all the controversies and climb to the top step by step.

For Lin Xuaner, wearing high heels and skirt pants is not a challenge.

The difficulty is how she can imitate the essence of Helian Bei.

That bohemian and free rock temperament.

"You can do it." The editor-in-chief cheered him up: "To be honest, I think you are the one with the strongest overall strength in your group. It's not like you haven't sung rock and roll before. And don't you think, let's tear up the cover this time , is the theme of the rise of the Houlang very rock and roll?"

Lin Xuan'er was inspired.

It can be said that she almost reproduced Helian Bei's original version.

And because of the difference in gender, the final effect is eye-catching.

He Lianbei liked this picture quite a lot, "The little girl has energy and has a bright future."

Naturally, he didn't forget to post a compliment on Weibo, and specifically emphasized that he wasn't forced by his agent to post it.

Perhaps because his tone was too serious, everyone was amused by him, and even rushed to Reyi.

Lin Xuan'er was overjoyed, her hands were shaking from excitement.

"I read the comments, and many people are praising me... It's not that I read it wrong."

"Of course." Wang Xingrui on the side said with a smile: "Your picture is the best restoration. It's me, as long as I don't get scolded by the original version."

The person Wang Xingrui imitated was the only one here who did not belong to the entertainment circle.

is a female writer.

The other party is actually average in appearance, and he is also at the level of ordinary people among the public.

However, this cover is indeed one of the top three god pictures in every inventory.

It is also the most difficult one that Zhou Yiyang thinks.

There are not too many ideas and concepts, and there is no complicated composition. It is better than the atmosphere.

Female writer without makeup sits at the desk by the window sill.

The freckles on her face are numerous and obvious.

Outside the window is not a garden, not a starry sky, but an ordinary cement road with a few pebbles.

However, there was a child running past the window. He turned his head, stared at the camera, and grinned, and his teeth were not fully formed.

The female writer seems to be looking at the children, the sky, and nothing at all.

The cover is divided into two parts. On the left is the female writer at the desk in black and white tones, and on the right is the window under the bright filter.

The composition here is very simple, but very precise, and almost immediately caught the attention of the audience.The most rare thing is the inherent vulnerability of female writers.

This is a picture that you will feel lonely and depressed after looking at it for a long time.

"You may not know," the editor-in-chief told the four girls about the story behind the cover: "This photo is a snapshot. We were going to interview this writer, and we happened to see this scene when we went in. And the child outside the window The reason why they stopped was probably because they saw us. Then there was this picture.”

Wang Xingrui was the latest to take the photo. She took off her makeup, but she didn't feel vulnerable in the end.

But the editor-in-chief said: "Let's just leave it at that. Although you don't feel vulnerable, I see a kind of confusion in you. Maybe you are confused, why am I depressed? I think it's good, and it's a different interpretation."

However, Wang Xingrui waited for a whole day, but did not wait for the female writer's response.

The other party opened Weibo, but the last Weibo was half a year ago.

"I guess it's because I didn't shoot well." Wang Xingrui was a little disappointed.

"No," Lin Xuan'er could only comfort her casually: "Maybe she's not online? You know, writers are always different from us ordinary people. Maybe she's writing in retreat!"

Zhou Yiyang naturally didn't care about the "fragile" Wang Xingrui.

The discussion brought by the cover of "GQ" this time far exceeded his expectations, and it was too late for him to be happy!

Moreover, the content of the interview also promoted the new album, and he has made a lot of money.

The next day, Wang Xingrui and Lin Xuan'er went to visit Tang Yue and Su Yin's crew respectively.

There is still one week before the broadcast of the finals, and the shooting of the four directors has come to an end.

It is also the time when the actors are most tired and prone to collapse.

As soon as the two arrived at the gate of the community, the property owner ran over excitedly.

"Hello?" Lin Xuan'er waved her hand, wondering if Brother Yang forgot to pay the property fee.

"Miss Wang, here is your letter."

"Letter? Mine?" Wang Xingrui was overly surprised, mainly in the form of letters, which had been far away from her life for a long time.

Her name was indeed written on the envelope, and there was a faint aroma of green bamboo shoots on it.

When the envelope was opened, the smell of ink came to my face.

Wang Xingrui immediately recalled her school days. There was no computer in the small mountain village. She once gave Xie Guozhong, the editor of a children's magazine, vowed to be his pen pal.Unfortunately, no reply was received.

[See words like faces.

I hope my letter will not bother and confuse you. ]
[I'm a person who can't keep up with the times, and I don't use Weibo smoothly.And some words are better expressed in letters.So please excuse my presumptuousness. ]
It was written to her by the woman writer.

Every word in the letter expressed her views and appreciation for Wang Xingrui.

"Did I cry?" Wang Xingrui covered her face in a panic: "I don't know why, but I seem to see a gentle senior from her words. She also said that she grew up in the countryside like me. , she has heard our song!"

"Look," Lin Xuan'er gently wiped the tears from the corners of Wang Xingrui's eyes, "I told you you did a good job."

"Then, should I reply?" Wang Xingrui scratched her head in distress: "I feel like I haven't used a pen to write since I didn't go to school."

Seeing the female writer's beautiful pen writing, Wang Xingrui blushed.

But neither Wang Xingrui nor the female writer knew about it. In fact, they had contacted a long time ago.

The female writer used to be the editor of a magazine that Wang Xingrui contributed to.

It's just that ten years have passed since this reply.

"Have you noticed?" Lin Xuan'er and Wang Xingrui sat in the car with complicated emotions: "Except for Zheng Hong, the other three seniors have a very good attitude. They don't seem to mind their aging, of course I also Don't think they're old."

"Well," Wang Xingrui nodded vigorously, she folded the letter and put it in her bag. "They seem to be very willing to see newcomers like us. So I was very moved. At first I thought that the front wave would suppress the back wave and would be nervous, but I didn't expect it to be acceptance and approval."

"Yes," Lin Xuan'er looked up at the car window, "Actually, the front wave and the back wave, they all converged together and flowed to the distance with the sea. I hope that when we grow old, we can be like them, calmly welcome the waves."

That night, Zhou Yiyang learned about the female writer from Wang Xingrui and Lin Xuan'er, as well as their impressions like after reading a famous book.

For some reason, Zhou Yiyang suddenly remembered a song he had heard in his previous life.

There was a line in it that he thought was particularly fitting as a footnote to the whole thing.

So Zhou Yiyang rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find a pen, and sketched out one stroke at a time, carefully wrote down that line of lyrics.

[A generation will eventually grow old, but someone will always be young].

Although it's a bit hypocritical, Zhou Yiyang thinks the lyrics are right: it would be a pity if he didn't leave something more in this world when he was still young.

　The lyrics are derived from the song of the Hedgehog Band: "The train sails out of the clouds, and the dream rests in the sky"

　　Recommended band's summer version

　　


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