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Wei, can represent the future, unknown.The style of the magazine "Wei" is just like its name. There is no other text on the cover except for the word "Wei".There is no fixed theme. It is possible that this issue will focus on the interesting stories of celebrities from all walks of life, and the next issue will focus on local customs and customs. It may also be about both celebrities and nature.

The cover is the same, maybe this issue will be a photo of scenery and food, and the next issue will be a certain star, or even a comic cover, which is quite arbitrary.

However, whether it is celebrity anecdotes or local customs, the pictures and words are quite good, interesting and vivid, and the sales volume is not bad except that some journal topics are too niche.Some people like this kind of guessing feeling very much, and they have accumulated a lot of book fans by buying every issue.

Xie Jinglin admires the editor-in-chief of the magazine. It can be said that doing a magazine of this style does not care about the audience and the market at all, and it takes a considerable risk.

"Sister Fang, please help me to ask the magazine what theme they want to shoot. If they want to be clean, it's best to finish shooting this week." Since the magazine said that the time is up to them, he is not polite.

Fang Ya was a little puzzled: "Why?"

"Military training."

"..." Fang Ya paused for a while, wanting to complain, but couldn't find anything to complain about, "Okay, I will communicate with them."

Back at the dormitory at night, Fang Ya sent him a message.

[Seattle Flowers: The magazine says they want the photographer to communicate directly with you about the shoot. ]

[Positive energy youth Xiaoxie: #ok]

Xie Jinglin was actually very surprised, he is just a small star, this kind of communication with the magazine is the treatment that only big names can get.The magazine is really very thoughtful, bold and thoughtful.

[Seattle Flower: The other party recommended your friend "Star" to you]

Xie Jinglin sent the friend application to him, and it was quickly approved.

[Star: Hello, I am Fu Xinglang. ]

Xie Jinglin was lying on the bed with his cell phone hitting his face.

"The other party is typing" on the chat box for a long time, Fu Xinglang laughed and sent him another message.

[Star: Jinglin, happy cooperation. ]

[Positive energy young Xie: Brother Fu? ? ? ]

It's ashamed to say that he and Fu Xinglang have been on the set for so long, and only kept each other's phone numbers, because they can see each other every day, and they didn't add WeChat.

[Star: It's me, the photographer of "Wei", Louis. ]

Xie Jinglin immediately searched the name and found that this photographer has won many awards at home and abroad.Unexpectedly, I wondered for a long time which brother or sister or uncle or aunt helped him through this back door, or it was really the Tianxiang Fortune magazine who took a fancy to him, and it turned out that Fu Xinglang was helping him.

[Xiao Xie, a young man with positive energy: Thank you, Brother Fu. ]

Seemingly endless thanks, Fu Xinglang knew what Xie Jinglin was talking about.

[Star: You gave me new inspiration for shooting, it’s just mutual achievement. ]

This is true, Fu Xinglang wanted to talk about it that night when he was drinking and drinking with Xie Jinglin at the roadside stall and running wild in the rain, but it has been delayed until now.

Fu Xinglang said so, but Xie Jinglin couldn't think so.Brother Fu must have spent a lot of effort to convince the editor-in-chief to let him be on the cover, so what he can do is to repay Fu Xinglang with the most serious attitude and the most perfect results.Xie Jinglin also stopped entangled with Fu Xinglang on this issue, and started discussing the filming seriously.

Three days later, Fang Ya and Xie Jinglin went to the magazine office together.

"Hello, Jinglin. I'm the editor-in-chief of "Wei", you can call me Anna." The editor-in-chief of the magazine was a capable woman, who greeted her personally, which made Fang Ya and Xie Jinglin a little flattered.

She led Xie Jinglin and Fang Ya to the dressing room, and chatted very familiarly along the way: "This is the first time Brother Fu has appointed a cover character."

Xie Jinglin was a little surprised: "It's my honor."

"What do you think of Brother Fu?" Already in the dressing room, Anna didn't leave, and was still chatting with Xie Jinglin next to her.

Xie Jinglin looked at Anna, and accurately caught a trace of gossip in her eyes. The words stuck in his throat for a moment, and he replied cautiously: "Brother Fu is very kind, a gentleman, considerate, and very talented."

Anna's eyes were full of interest. The makeup artist had already arrived, but she didn't leave. She pulled a small stool and sat beside her, continuing to gossip secretly: "Then what do you think Brother Fu treats you?"

"Anna." Fu Xinglang appeared at the door of the dressing room at the right time and rescued Xie Jinglin.

Anna stood up like a student who was caught by the teacher for telling gossip in class, and stood up instantly: "Hello, Brother Fu!"

"Do you think it's too free?" Fu Xinglang said unhurriedly.

"No, no, I'm super busy!" Anna's shrewd and capable image collapsed, revealing a trace of eccentricity, "Well, why am I also the editor-in-chief, and I have to keep an eye on it for the cover shoot."

"No need, I'm enough." Fu Xinglang remained expressionless.

"Haha, yes, I need to watch over you brother here." Anna smiled flatteringly, "Then I'll go first."

Brother Fu's eyes are so scary, can't she afford to provoke her?

She looked back again before walking out of the dressing room.

Look at this look, how gentle and inspiring a young man is, oh, how romantic!

Anna left contentedly, and by the way silently wished that her cousin would be able to remove the title of Widow King as soon as possible.

"You don't need to apply base makeup, the clearer the better." Fu Xinglang and the makeup artist said.

"Brother Fu, the relationship between you and Sister Anna seems to be very good." Obviously Anna is the editor-in-chief, but compared with Fu Xinglang, her momentum is obviously at a disadvantage.

"She is my cousin." Fu Xinglang said frankly.

Xie Jinglin understood.I no longer struggled with this issue, and started chatting about the shooting later.

What Fu Xinglang didn't say was that he invested in "Wei" and hired Anna to be the editor-in-chief. Apart from "Wei", Anna also served as the editor-in-chief of several magazines. She was a well-known fashionista and usually didn't sit in "Wei".I heard that Fu Xinglang appointed a small star as the cover character and even wanted to shoot it himself, so I came here to watch the fun.

This can also explain why the style of "Wei" can be so arbitrary.Rich and powerful, regardless of profit, it all depends on Fu Xinglang's liking.

The makeup was very simple, and it was completed quickly. Xie Jinglin put on a white T-shirt, loose black pants, a broken diamond earring on his right ear, and a white rose in his hand. He looked fresh and clean pretty boy.

"I hope you can be Song Bai at this moment."

Xie Jinglin touched the earring on his right ear, thought for a moment, and nodded.

The studio layout was also very simple, Fu Xinglang waited for Xie Jinglin to adjust, and then started shooting.

Xie Jinglin got into work very quickly, even if the photographer was an acquaintance, he didn't hesitate at all.

"Okay, that's it." Fu Xinglang pressed the shutter, looking at the film on the camera screen, his eyes were full of excitement from creation.

Xie Jinglin performed better than he imagined. At first glance, it was Song Bai, that white rose, pure, beautiful, and gentle, but when he looked carefully, he could find a thorn deep in the young man's eyes, even a white rose Roses also have thorns, but the boy hides the thorns very deep.

Fu Xinglang was pleasantly surprised, his inspiration was quickly stimulated, and his eyes were full of creative passion.

"Perfect." Fu Xinglang couldn't stop thinking, "Let's change your look."

For the next outfit, the makeup artist increased the shadows and lines of the makeup. Xie Jinglin changed into a black shirt, and the earrings were replaced with obsidian earrings. What remained unchanged was a white rose in his hand.

When Xie Jinglin walked into the studio, Fu Xinglang's eyes lit up.He had never seen Xie Jinglin wearing a black shirt, even when he caught him dancing in a bar that day, he was wearing a black sweater instead of a shirt.

"Do you know the rebellious boy? He is even more rebellious than dancing in the bar that day." Fu Xinglang communicated his thoughts with Xie Jinglin.

"Did you see it that day?" Xie Jinglin thought that Fu Xinglang just bumped into him outside the bar, but he didn't expect to see him dancing.Xie Jinglin was a little embarrassed for a moment.

The corner of Fu Xinglang's mouth curled up slightly: "You jumped very well."

What he wanted to say was that the dance was cute.

Xie Jinglin smiled awkwardly but politely, and turned to work.

Fu Xinglang snapped a picture while Xie Jinglin was thinking.In the camera, the boy in the black shirt is casually holding a white rose, his eyes are drooping, and the broken diamond earrings are shining under the light of the studio, and the button is buttoned to the top, beautiful and ascetic.

Xie Jinglin realized that he was secretly photographed and looked up at Fu Xinglang. Fu Xinglang smiled calmly at Xie Jinglin.

Shooting begins.

Xie Jinglin was lying on the ground covered with black velvet, surrounded by white roses whose branches had been cut off. The white rose in his hand had its petals torn off and looked broken, but the thorns on its root were still sharp.

"I'll count down to three two one later, so you just open your eyes and pay attention to your eyes."

He looked at the boy in the viewfinder and felt that there was something wrong. After thinking for a while, he left behind the camera, walked to Xie Jinglin, squatted down, and stretched out his hands to undo the two buttons on Xie Jinglin's chest.

Xie Jinglin felt that someone was touching him and quickly opened his eyes.

The boy's eyes were piercing. Fu Xinglang was stunned for a while, then realized that it seemed impolite to unbutton someone's button by himself, and apologized, "Sorry, I was the one to be rude."

"Otherwise, you can unbutton the buttons yourself, just two."

Xie Jinglin hesitated for a moment: "Brother Fu, please help me solve it."

One is that under such circumstances, he seems a little awkward to untie it by himself. He is a man, and unbuttoning two buttons is not taking off his pants; the other is that there are some white roses scattered on both sides of his arms, which will destroy the scene with his hands, which is inconvenient. .

Xie Jinglin had no problem thinking, but the atmosphere seemed a little awkward at this moment.There is an embarrassment comparable to having to take off your pants.

Fu Xinglang's eyes darkened, he moved his hand to Xie Jinglin's chest, and unbuttoned it.The first button was undone smoothly, and it was undone in less than a second, but the second button seemed to be sewn, which delayed Fu Xinglang's fast and precise hand speed, and got stuck for a long time.

Xie Jinglin felt Fu Xinglang's hand on his chest, and his body felt a little numb.

Fu Xinglang finally unbuttoned it, only to realize that he was so nervous that he forgot to breathe just now.

Fu Xinglang still had a calm face, but quietly calmed down his breathing.

He stood up and looked down at Xie Jinglin from a high position. He could see half of his bare white chest in front of his eyes, which looked a little pale against the black shirt.

Fu Xinglang suffocated again before he had adjusted his breath.

He pondered for a moment, picked up the petals of the white rose that Xie Jinglin had just torn off, casually sprinkled them on Xie Jinglin's bare chest, then turned and walked back to his camera.

Only then did he realize that his back was soaked in sweat.Fortunately, he was wearing dark clothes that others could not see.

He didn't realize that among the white petals he scattered, one of the petals slowly fell down, and finally hit a red bean on Xie Jinglin's chest mischievously.

The cold petals collided with the fiery chest, which was the most sensitive place, Xie Jinglin shuddered all over, and the two red beans stood up tremblingly.

Fortunately, it was covered by a black shirt, so no one except Xie Jinglin knew about it.