Rebirth of a Supermodel

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This evening, Xi’s choice to stay in the home of Ming Xiaoyu’s family was very late.

Don't think about it, people don't have to do the embarrassing things in your imagination, but people are very careful and careful to guide Ming Xiaoyu: How do you write?

Xi chooses to admit that he has a little bit of (?) cleanliness, but he does not think he has paranoia. But when he saw the handwriting of the simile, the designer was so picky about the fineness of detail, but he really couldn't stand it. The muse he chose would write such a hand-shattering, weeping god. !

change! Must be changed! Even if you don't write well, at least don't be too ugly!

... This idea has gradually become: Later, let's start with barely eye.

For more than two hours, Xi Zan sat next to the simile, writing a word in a word. When you choose to finish writing, you will hand it over to Ming Yu to go to Linyi. You will use the more permeable paper to follow the handwriting! Don't you even paint strokes?

It’s true that Xi’s guess is not obvious. The simile is not even a stroke, but as long as he does not draw a stroke, the word instantly reverts to the original dog|climb, without any improvement.

Xibian: "..."

Simile: "... In fact, my words are ok, right?"

Xibian: ".............................."

At the end of the day, Xi Xuan had completely abandoned the act of letting the teenager draw strokes and practice calligraphy. Who is this stupid idea to come up with? ! This small fish has obviously been ugly to the extent that even the strokes of the strokes are back to the sky!

Simile: "...I feel that your present expression is saying that my words are really ugly."

Xi chooses to hang on the scorpion and asks indifferently: "Is there?"

Ming Yu looked at him carefully for a while, then he nodded. "Yes, I feel that you are saying now: 'How can people in the world be so ugly? Is this really a word that people can write? But, I have chosen, my word is not ugly to this point? I think it is quite generous."

Xibian: "...눈_눈"

Simile:"………………"

Since the strokes have failed, then the choice of the next choice is: teach the young man how to write!

When a man's slender fingers slid down his fingers and held the pen, the stagnation of the throat was a stagnation, and a strange feeling rushed from the heart. This kind of posture can be counted as some kind of alternative ten-finger entanglement, but the careful expression of the choice makes the Mingyu no way to think about it.

For the man's behavior, the mind has already had a vague conjecture in mind, but after he figured it out, he smiled and smacked his lips. He said that the other party held his hand by default and started a stroke and a stroke. Write on the ground.

Although Ming Xiaoyu thinks that his own words are the end? Right, but he also understands that the word of Xi Xing is definitely well written. Before, Fei Sixin always said that Xi's words were written better than Du Ruo. It is conceivable that even Du Ruo, who practiced calligraphy from 4 years old, can't compare with him now, so how good is the word of Xi Xiu? .

The word chosen is well-recognized in the industry.

Even with a pen that is usually cheap and cheap, and even a hand that holds a simile, Xizhi has treated every corner of the word sharply but not sharply, but it is not narrow. His words seem to be floating in the phoenix, and he is so fascinated that he can't help but think that this is not written with a hard pen. Instead, it is written with a very small pen.

The hot temperature passed along the place where the fingers were attached. The metaphor calmly looked at each other and held their own handwritten beautiful words, but the lips were slightly tilted.

- As far as friends are concerned, this kind of behavior is already over the limit.

However, none of the two men raised such a question, but instead calmly and steadily continued their respective actions.

After the two men wrote two pieces of paper, although the simile had not found the trick of writing, it also had a vague feeling. According to Xi's choice, it is: "Persevere, maybe three... within a year, you can write the words a little better."

Simile:"………………"

Please be prepared to speak again next time! Throw your "three years" into your stomach! ! !

All in all, when it was close to 11 o'clock, Xi Jie left the home of Ming Yu. After the other party left, the simile was that there was no such thing as "small and shy" and "little chaos". It seems that nothing happened tonight. He calmly washed it and he rested earlier.

Only before closing his eyes, Ming Yu stared at the city lights reflected on the ceiling, did not speak, just quietly pondered for a long time, and finally slowly closed his eyes and entered sleep.

On the top floor of the Muse apartment, after choosing to enter the house, he poured a cup of warm water and then opened the phone number of Ding Bo.

Ding Bo was very noisy. He didn't know what he was doing, but after hearing the voice of Xi Xing, he quickly walked out of the room and then asked: "Why is it so late to call? I am not going to go tomorrow. Participate in the party, choose?"

The man gently whispered and then asked: "Isn't the problem in Los Angeles solved?"

Dingbo sighed heavily and replied: "Yes, 'Edu Lisa' is not willing to let go, but we can't cooperate with them anymore. Now the two sides are discussing the issue of the contract. Everyone said that it was the first time that the other party defaulted, which was very troublesome."

"Let's go to Raymond Celtic."

Ding Bo slammed aside and then asked: "Are you not involved in this matter?"

"This time, ‘Edu Lisha’ is too much. You can handle this matter well and it will be hard.”

Dingbo spread his hand and smiled. "If you let me go to Raymond, I still have to listen to so much nonsense? Yes, you didn't go to the Muse apartment today, haven't you rested so late?"

After chatting with old friends for a while, Xi Xuan suddenly asked: "Mingyu's recent notice itinerary sent me a copy."

Ding Bo suddenly stunned: "What?! How can I have such a thing, this is in the hands of Zhao Rui."

"Shen Xiang will have a way, wait for your mail, good night."

After pointing out a direction, I didn’t wait for Dingbo’s thoughts on it, and I chose to hang up the phone.

In the dark night of silence, the breath of spring has become more and more obvious, but the winter is still struggling to wander for a while. The hustle and bustle of the evening wind whistling in the heights of the city, separated by a thick layer of floor-to-ceiling windows, and chose to look at the beautiful night scene of the emperor, silent.

It is very easy to communicate between smart people and smart people.

You don't need to point out some things, but they have already conveyed their meaning and understand that the other person may have already understood.

He is a designer, but before he becomes a designer, he is more choice.

What kind of identity does Muse have for designers?

Muse is their source of inspiration, and they can get countless inspiration from their muse.

So why can a particular person be their muse, not the other of the world's 7 billion people?

Because, at the first sight of Muse, you will be attracted to him/her. That person is the interpretation of beauty in your heart, and the most profound embodiment of beauty you understand.

You said that as a designer, he does not pursue the beauty he has been passionate about throughout his life. What else can he pursue?

By the way, the person is always ruined and ruined, and self-righteously secretly ruined, and every time he is still stunned.

... um, so cute.

***

When I shot this shot the next day, the analogy was only ng twice, and it passed smoothly.

Don't say the director, even Zhao Rui and Luo Ru are very surprised. When they asked Ming Xiaoyu what kind of panacea medicine he had eaten, how suddenly he opened up, Ming Yu said without saying: "I chose to help me yesterday."

Zhao Rui: "!!!!!"

After a moment, Luo Ru asked: "Are you going to the company yesterday, Xiaoyu?"

Who knows that the simile has shook his head gently and replied in a straightforward manner: "I chose to come to my house to help me play the game together. I didn't go to the company."

This time, I switched to Zhao Rui & Luo Ru: "!!!!!"

So there was only Zheng Jie alone. She gloriously shouldered the mission of asking Ming Xiaoyu and asked: "The little metaphor, the choice is because there is something to find you, so you ask him, he promised to help you. Is it right?"

The next moment, I saw this handsome and beautiful boy smiled and said with amazement: "Sister Zheng, why do you think so? I chose to come to my house and see that I am thinking about the script, he will help me with heart." It’s right. Oh, yes, I also asked him to eat a bowl of Yangchun noodles, count as a thank you.”

This has completely turned into Zhao Rui & Luo Ru & Zheng Jie: "!!!!!!"

A bowl of spring noodles?

What kind of reward do you give to a bowl of spring? ! ! !

That is the choice, not Ding Bo! (Ding Bo: Hello!)

You will use a bowl of Yangchun noodles as a thank you, so really fit? ! !

Also, Ming Xiaoyu, you can touch your own conscience again! Do you want to help you play the game?

It’s good to say that you can’t believe if you go out and choose yourself! ! ! !

All in all, in any case, when the most difficult lens of the Ming Dynasty ended, the next two shots passed quickly. At this point, the recording of the whole mv was completely over, and everyone had a meal together to celebrate the success of the filming.

At the dinner table, Zhu Kejia smiled and took a picture of Ming Xiaoyu. The two added friends to each other. After Zhu Kejia repaired the map a little, he sent the photo to his Weibo, and along with Aite, Ming Xiaoyu.

[Zhu Kejia: Today and the small mushroom Ming Yu finished the show, small