"Okay, lighting like that, let’s do a test shoot first. Turn your head towards my cara and make a few expressions any way you like."
As the "click click" of the cara went off and the bright lights flashed, He Jinxia began her very first experience shooting for a magazine.
anwhile, her phone inside her bag suddenly lit up, giving off a few gentle vibrations, unnoticed by anyone.
In the Qingdu Sheng Family ho, Aunt Rui stared at her phone, filled with anticipation.
Half a month ago, she had set up a private WeChat group with just four people in it—herself, Mrs. He, Sheng Yan, and Jinxia.
Back then, the news about He Jinxia’s retirent was everywhere, and it had distressed her so much she couldn’t eat or sleep, worried sick that Jinxia might impulsively retire.
If she retired, the interactions with her own son would only decrease, and perhaps the mutual admiration they had for each other would just cool off, right?
This would not do!
So Aunt Rui ca up with an idea: create a private chat group.
They could all cheer Jinxia on, and if Sheng Yan spoke up in the group, he could communicate with Jinxia and enhance their relationship.
But then...
Aunt Rui had underestimated just how busy a star could get once they started working.
This tiny private chat group was created without any splash, like a small wave on the ocean that faded after breaking, the kind that vanishes without a trace.
Nobody noticed—not He Jinxia, not Sheng Yan, not even Mrs. He, who was usually busy watching videos of her daughter singing and dancing. They all com, ple, te, ly, missed it!
Aunt Rui waited and waited, suffering through two weeks, before she finally decided to be the one to make the first move, sending a picture with great expectations—a smiling.jpg.
However, one minute passed, then two, then five... and there was no response in the group.
Aunt Rui glared at her phone, suddenly feeling very tired.
So, transforming her grief and indignation into fighting spirit, she began a frenzy of picture-sending, and her phone started vibrating non-stop~~
anwhile, far away on the coast of the Atlantic, Superstar Sheng wasn’t woken up by an alarm but by the bizarre, convulsive vibrations of his phone.
Sheng Yan opened his sleepy eyes, irritated by the continual buzzing sound, which made him feel an urge to smash the phone to pieces.
Outside the window, the just-lightening sky revealed the breathtaking weather of Europe. Even with traces of night still mingling, there was an unusual beauty to it. Sheng Yan was befuddled for a good while before he fully woke up.
He threw off his quilt to reveal his well-built upper body, with muscle lines clear and distinct. Not just won, but probably n too, would praise his impressive physique.
Upon finding his phone and looking at it, Sheng Yan saw an emoticon his mother had just sent: [Soone co, for I am so lonely.jpg]
Sheng Yan: "..."
The next second, his phone started to vibrate again as his mother sent another emoticon: [If you don’t co out, I’ll grant you a ten-foot-long scarlet.jpg]
Sheng Yan deeply felt that his mother must be... losing it?
Just as he thought about calling his father to have a talk with her, Sheng Yan’s eyes caught the group na—
[Jinxia’s Effort to Lose Weight Group!]
He instantly understood.
Sheng Yan, not sure what to think, walked to the window and raised his phone to take a photo of the sky.
The picture of the sky, woven with darkness and light, was accompanied by his ssage: "Mom, it’s just past six in the morning here."
The WeChat group finally quieted down.
After Sheng Yan had freshened up and stepped out of the bathroom, his phone finally vibrated again. Mrs. Sheng timidly wrote, "Do you want to go back to sleep?"
Sheng Yan replied, "No need."
Mrs. Sheng: "What ti did you go to bed last night? Are you getting enough sleep, or do you want to go back and sleep so more?"
Sheng Yan: "No need, I couldn’t fall back asleep after being woken up. I rested quite early last night."
Mrs. Sheng: "That’s good then. I heard that the temperature in Europe has dropped a lot these days. Rember to put on more clothes, and don’t catch a cold."
Sheng Yan: "It’s always cold in Europe."
Mrs. Sheng: "..." My dear son, how am I supposed to respond to that?!
At that mont, Mrs. He, who had just finished watching a TV drama, flipped through her phone and noticed the group at the very edge of her screen. She clicked into it and imdiately sent a voice ssage:
"Eh, when was this group created? Why is everyone typing? Doesn’t anyone send voice ssages?"
Mrs. Sheng and Sheng Yan: "..." They had both forgotten that voice ssages were an option.
Soon after, Mrs. Sheng sent a voice ssage: "It was created half a month ago. I saw that no one was talking, so I decided to pop up today."
Hehe, talk about keeping up with the tis ^_^
Sheng Yan also sent a voice ssage: "Good morning, Aunt He." ——The epito of good manners.
Mrs. He said cheerfully: "Good morning. It’s morning for you there, but it’s already evening here."
After successfully summoning two people, Mrs. Sheng couldn’t wait to ask: "Where’s Jinxia? Why haven’t I seen Jinxia?"
As she sent the voice ssage, she manually tagged He Jinxia.
Mrs. He said: "Jinxia is filming a movie recently. It’s confidential, so rember not to talk about it."
Mrs. Sheng’s gossip spirit blazed up. She asked about the movie, and although Mrs. He didn’t know much, the two of them could still chat about the topic for ages.
Sheng Yan found it boring, put down his phone, took a deep breath looking out the window, and after a mont of thought, made a decision.
Well, with such a beautiful European morning scene, it would be a sha for him to enjoy it alone, right?
So, without any sense of guilt, he went next door and knocked on the door of his agent.
Zhang Ming, with bleary eyes, was forced to get out of bed and onto the spacious European-style balcony. He accompanied Sheng Yan in tilting his head up at a forty-five-degree angle to watch the sky change, yawning within seconds.
A biting cold wind blew, causing his disheveled hair to flutter, sowhat desolate.
After quite a while, Zhang Ming’s consciousness cleared, and he asked blankly: "What are we doing?"
Sheng Yan didn’t look at him, still gazing at the sky: "Appreciating the morning scene."
Zhang Ming: "..." Crazy!!!
***
"Good, yes, that’s the feeling, make a lancholic face, a hurt one, distressed, yes, yes, exactly like that!"
"Click, click" The sound of taking photos continued nonstop. The photographer felt as though she had been bewitched; He Jinxia didn’t look all that impressive at first glance, but damn, she had a super cara presence!
He Jinxia’s initial performance was utterly rookie-level, and the photographer thought she would need lots of photo editing to support the shoot, but unexpectedly, with just a bit of rough coaching, she seed to have an epiphany, and both her cara presence and charisma skyrocketed.
"Don’t cry, try hard not to cry, hold it in!" The photographer let out an excited scream, finally capturing what she considered her most satisfying work of the month—
He Jinxia’s eyes were rimd red, her head slightly lowered, a crystal-clear teardrop hanging under her dark pupils, trembling at the brink of her eyelid, as if it would turn into a tear streak the next second.
What a portrait of a beauty in tears!
Even though He Jinxia didn’t exactly look like a classic beauty at the mont, with the effects of eye makeup and the soft glow of the lights, she forcefully held up a beauty’s aura.
This scene was also quietly captured by Luo You.
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