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ShadowⅠCrazy Love-1

In the bright white room, countless busy professionals, hair stylists, make-up artists, and even costume stylists, all circled around a man.

A handsome face was reflected in the mirror, with deep facial features, fair skin, and thick eyelashes drawn down by the line of sight.

"Is Nan Jun not doing well recently?" the makeup artist asked softly, gently patting the sponge in her hand to spread the delicate liquid foundation evenly. "The skin condition is not good."

Wei Nanjun smiled slightly. "Sleep quality was a bit poor."

"Is the new drama stressful?" asked the hair stylist who was blow-drying the man's hair.

"Maybe." Wei Nanjun closed his eyes and said no more.

The others naturally fell silent and focused on the work at hand.

In the silence, only the slight rubbing of clothes, the sound of the door being opened seemed unusually abrupt, and the sharp voice of the woman was even more shocking.

"Nanjun! Tsk, why is it still not healed? I think we have been cheated! Do you know what kind of person he is! I think he is a liar!"

The woman has neat short hair, and she walks with sharp steps, and her brown-gold stiletto heels accentuate her murderous look—a full 15 centimeters high!

Her entry made the atmosphere in the room dead, and Wei Nanjun could feel that all the staff became more careful and quieter.

"We'll find out when we meet." Wei Nanjun whispered.

"What a face! That's a liar!" The woman said angrily, her heavily made-up eyes glanced at the women who were working with low brows and pleasing eyes, and snorted angrily. "Hurry up, we're going to take pictures."

Wei Nanjun's exclusive team hastened their movements and respectfully sent the man and her manager away.

As soon as the door was closed, everyone slumped their shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged glances with each other, smiled wryly and shook their heads together.

Wei Nanjun didn't take the manager's attitude to heart, it should be said that he was used to her temper long ago. "What made you so angry?"

There was no one in the passage, so Wei Nanjun asked directly.

"That's not what Assistant Director Liao said last time, saying... he's very famous and powerful, but I checked and found that he hasn't graduated from university! Have you ever heard of a Taoist priest who hasn't graduated from university? We were definitely deceived ! Assistant director Liao was also deceived!"

"Is this worth your anger?" Wei Nanjun asked with a smile.

"No, hey! Deputy Director Liao said that, so I thought it should be very powerful, but in the end..." She was confused and indignant. "Anyway, it didn't live up to my expectations. Can't I be angry?"

Wei Nanjun stopped persuading her and strode towards the studio.Pushing open the door, there were people coming and going inside, and the equipment was set up properly. The photographer couldn't help showing a big smile when he saw him, and walked up to him quickly.

"Wow, long time no see, he's getting more and more handsome." The photographer gave Wei Nanjun a friendly hug and walked side by side with him.

"Sister Xu, long time no see." Wei Nanjun greeted gently.

"The last time we collaborated was two years ago, right? When we were shooting the cover for Avant-Garde." The photographer said with a smile. "It's only been two years since the value is completely different. The noble and the avant-garde are completely different levels."

"Sister Xu will be angry when she says that, Director Qianwei." Wei Nanjun half-joked.

The photographer waved his hand. "One day Avant-Garde can go abroad and publish it all over the world like Zhijue, and become a world-class fashion magazine. I will go and apologize to Avant-Garde."

Seeing that the two were in place, the assistant immediately stepped forward to make final adjustments to Wei Nanjun's look, and then retreated after sister Xu expressed her satisfaction.

Spotlights, boring backgrounds and props of the same color, and lighting boards are all very familiar daily routines. Wei Nanjun poses freely in the poses needed by photographers, pretending that behind him is the blue sky and white clouds, a sea of ​​flowers, and the street. My job is to imagine something out of nothing, and then integrate myself into it.

The spotlight kept flickering, and there were bursts of strong light in front of his eyes. He gazed at the camera gently with his eyes. In the deep and dark lens, he was suddenly in a trance, as if something existed that attracted him.

The voice sounded softly in this piece of silence that seemed to be separated from everything. It seemed to be whispering in his ears, but Wei Nanjun couldn't hear it clearly. It was a woman's voice, but after a while he thought it was a child. He couldn't tell the difference and felt dizzy. dazzled.

"Jun...Wei Nanjun?"

The sudden amplified shout woke him up, and when he regained his focus, he saw Sister Xu frowning at him. "What's the matter with you? Why didn't you move all of a sudden?"

Wei Nanjun smiled calmly. "Feel sorry."

He didn't give the reason for his abnormality, but changed his posture very quickly according to sister Xu's last instruction.

Sister Xu didn't get to the bottom of it, and continued to complete the photography work.

The studio was very quiet, only the sound of the staff working. Wei Nanjun got off the chair and immediately had a bronze and gold retro microphone in his hand. The assistant pulled up his sleeve to reveal a watch of the same color. "Brother Nan's watch has to be exposed, so I can advertise it by the way."

Wei Nanjun nodded.

"Be affectionate, pretend to be on the phone with your girlfriend!"

"My mother and I talked on the phone very affectionately." Wei Nanjun joked, and there was a chuckle at the scene.

He lowered his eyes and listened sideways, as if his favorite girl was on the other end of the phone.

The shutter sounded, and he was about to follow Sister Xu's instructions to change his movements when a low-pitched laughter suddenly came from the unconnected microphone, the girl's cheerful laughter.

Goosebumps spread from his back to the top of his head, Wei Nanjun suppressed his urge to throw off the microphone, with a gentle smile still on his face, and continued to listen in another posture.

"Love... Chika love... I love... Chikazi... you..."

The weird noise distorted the girl's happy voice. Even if it was a sweet voice, Wei Nanjun could only feel the coldness and creepiness.

Wei Nanjun still had an impeccable smile on his face.

"Very good, this smile is great, who do you think of?"

Wei Nanjun smiled and didn't answer.

"It must be a girlfriend." The assistant smiled.

"Stop talking nonsense! Nan Jun doesn't have a girlfriend!" The manager suddenly reprimanded him harshly, and the studio was instantly filled with embarrassment.

"Sorry, sister Yan, don't be angry, I'm just joking." The female assistant whispered.

Chen Yanting gave her a blank look.

Wei Nanjun didn't bother to adjust the atmosphere of the scene, his hands and feet were cold and stiff, he didn't know where he got the courage to continue holding the microphone to take pictures.After taking this group of photos, his back was covered with cold sweat, and the styling assistant muttered in wonder when he returned to the dressing room.

"The air conditioner is broken? Brother Nan, why are you sweating so much?"

Wei Nanjun didn't say much, seeing his sullen face, the stylist didn't dare to ask any more questions, and only ordered his assistant to send the clothes to be washed.

The door was opened again, and Chen Yanting walked in with dissatisfaction on his face. "Really, can anyone joke around now? Do you still think you are a little coffee?"

Wei Nanjun glanced at her lightly.

Chen Yanting wanted to scold again, but after that glance, she shut up silently.

"Cough, Nan Jun, that's the end of today's work, shall I drive you back?" Chen Yanting said with a dry smile.

"A date, isn't it?"

"Let's just say it's a lie..." Chen Yanting turned her face in an instant and said viciously, but when she saw Wei Nanjun's calm and almost heartless eyes, she swallowed her words, but she was still very unhappy. "you……"

"Let's go." Wei Nanjun put on his sunglasses and walked out of the dressing room without any explanation.

Chen Yanting could only keep up, but the displeasure on her face revealed her reluctance.

Seeing that the two great gods had left, the working team was unanimously relieved.

"Oh my god, didn't the filming go well just now? I think Brother Nan seems to be in a bad mood... He rarely treats Sister Yan like this." The makeup artist said, moving his hands very quickly to pack his eating utensils.

"One day Brother Nan will be ruined by Chen Yanting, that attitude is really..." The hair stylist shook his head and picked up his tool bag.

Wei Nanjun was sitting in the back seat. He looked out the window, seeing everything was gray due to a layer of isolation stickers. Even though the blue sky and white clouds outside were saturated in color, his eyes still seemed to only have three colors of gray, black and white.

It was a reflection of his mood.

"Sister Yan, wait until you go back by yourself."

Chen Yanting was stunned for a moment. "ah?"

"I'll just talk to him myself."

"Why?" Chen Yanting raised her voice.

"I'm 33 years old, not 13. Are you still worried that I'll be cheated?" Wei Nanjun's voice was very calm, as if the conflict between the two of them in the dressing room just now didn't exist.

But Chen Yanting has been with him for nearly 18 years, how can he not know that Wei Nanjun is in a bad mood.

With a stiff face, she wanted to curse and persuade Wei Nanjun to return, but deep in her heart she was afraid that he would be subdued. Hundreds of emotions clashed together, making her unable to say a word.

After choking for a long time, she finally uttered a sentence: "You, hello me... okay, okay, I'll wait for a ride back by myself."

Wei Nanjun hummed.

Chen Yanting glared at Wei Nanjun through the rearview mirror, and secretly cursed himself for being useless.

After parking the car in the toll parking lot, Chen Yanting hurriedly walked towards the subway station unhappily, while Wei Nanjun put on a peaked cap and swaggered towards the appointed coffee shop.

Along the way, his tall figure attracted a lot of attention, but no one associated him with a star, only someone whispered quietly.

Fangirls are not all over the street. Passers-by are all focused on their own affairs. No one will pay special attention to a tall stranger. It is not easy to cause a commotion in the street.

Even if they are recognized, not everyone has the courage to ask for an autograph and a group photo.

Entering the appointed coffee shop, Wei Nanjun glanced at the university not far away.He thought to himself that what Chen Yanting said was probably true, the other party was still a college student, otherwise why would the appointment happen to be so close to the school?

The waiter's greeting sounded, and Wei Nanjun subconsciously smiled. "I have a date with someone."

As he spoke, he rang the number he got from Chen Yanting, and the bell rang in the coffee shop. He smiled at the waiter and walked towards the place where the bell came from.

The other party was sitting not near the window, half of his figure was covered by a half-person-high bird of paradise, and the dark leather chair and wooden table contrasted with his white shirt. For Wei Nanjun, who was rolling in the middle of the night, this scene was beautiful in his eyes.

The young man's fingers were white and bony, and he was holding a transparent glass with thin slices of lemon floating in it. He couldn't tell whether it was a person, a glass, or a slice of lemon, which was more transparent and pure.

Clean and bright, even if he stays in the shadow of green plants, it still makes people feel bright.

The young man glanced at the cell phone that was ringing endlessly on the table, and looked up at the person walking towards him. "Mr. Wei?"

Wei Nanjun cut off the phone and quieted down the vibrating Iphone. "Fang Yisheng?"

The youth nodded. "It's me." As he spoke, he raised his eyes to look at the tall man in front of him, and his eyes didn't stop following him to pull out the chair and sit down.

"I was introduced by Mr. Liao Zhenxun. I heard that Mr. Fang is quite accomplished in... folk traditions?"

Hearing his tactful words, Fang Yisheng's mouth twitched, not knowing whether he was making fun of him or something. "It's a bit of experience."

"Is it convenient to listen to my experience? I have encountered things that are difficult to explain recently."

Fang Yisheng pointed his fingers at the table, his noncommittal attitude made people feel rather arrogant.

Wei Nanjun stretched out his hand to call for the waiter. "Shall we have lunch first? My treat."

The author has something to say:

Writing has been suspended for a long time, and the low tide has been low for a long time. Finally, the burden that has been pressing on my heart and shoulders has been unloaded.

Burning and burning, the work will come out. It is a very happy work, and it is also very free-wheeling. I hope you will enjoy watching it.