After the apocalypse boss enters the entertainment industry novel

Although Song Zhulan said so, he didn't dare to slack off at all.

He stayed in the hospital for more than half a month, and when he recovered from his injury, he went straight back to his apartment.

After terminating the contract with China Entertainment, Song Zhulan was not in a hurry to sign a new company, nor did he arrange work for himself this week.

He seems to follow the doctor's advice seriously and continue to rest, but in fact he still maintains his devilish routine before participating in variety shows, even worse than before.

The Wen family's big mess is enough to make people worry about it.But in a blink of an eye, it is already May, and senior high school students are about to usher in the second model of the college entrance examination.

Song Zhulan didn't have any major problems studying, and basically didn't need to spend more time on science subjects, but after all, he still had to memorize Chinese and history.

Jiang Xiaofeng looked at the tangled hair in the sweeping robot, sighed quietly in the living room, and glanced at Song Zhulan's head from time to time every day.

Good young man, don't be bald even if you don't just want to be an artist in the future!

While studying, Song Zhulan also felt Jiang Xiaofeng's unstoppable gaze.He didn't think about it until one day when Qin Jingye came to feed him dinner, he specially brought a bowl of black sesame paste.

Song Zhulan: ...

He didn't speak, and raised his head to look at Qin Jingye with a pair of amber eyes.

Qin Jingye felt guilty.

"That..." The big director racked his brains to think about the words one after another in the past, and finally squeezed out a very weak explanation, "Recently, I have used my brain too much, so make up for it."

"According to what you said, you should eat walnuts to nourish your brain," Song Zhulan pointed out sharply, "Bring black sesame seeds, and you'll make me lose my hair."

Qin Jingye coughed unnaturally, and brought out another bowl of black sesame paste as if by magic.

He looked at the paste in front of him with a sad face: "Actually, I didn't bring it for you specially. The main reason is that my mother said that I...have a lot of hair loss recently, so I prepared it for me, and then let me share it. you a little."

"Drunken Moon" will be released during the summer vacation, and now is the most important time to announce the release. Qin Jingye is not only the director of the film, but also the employer. Now he is too busy to keep his feet on the ground, and his hair is also worried about falling out.

He also agreed to be the director of Song Zhulan's perfume commercial under Xia Yun's hard work.It's fine if it's someone else, but Song Zhulan is the protagonist this time.No matter how Qin Jingye drew the storyboard, he felt that it was not enough, and after a long time of nitpicking, there was still no satisfactory result.

So the two men who were busy with their careers looked at each other, and finally picked up the spoons by coincidence, and started to make a paste with black sesame with the courage of a strong man breaking his wrist.

Although it is said that I have become bald and stronger, who wants to lose hair like this at a young age!

Isn't it nice to have a business with a thick head of hair? !

Time passed quickly, and soon it was the day of the second model.

After the Yimo award ceremony, a lot of things happened to Song Zhulan, and he basically didn't go back to school a few times. If he had any questions, he directly communicated with the teacher on WeChat.

He was still wearing the same blue and white school uniform, ignoring all the eyes around him, and walked straight to the class.

In the past, when he entered school, he would always be surrounded by such and such stares and whispers.Song Zhulan didn't take their words to heart, but this time, she was unexpectedly stopped by a school girl who was a year younger than herself.

The junior girl lowered her head, too nervous to look into his eyes, and whispered, "Lan... Lan Lan."

Song Zhulan:?

He knows that his fans seem to like to call him that, but in reality, especially when the school is called that, there is always something wrong.

He asked modestly, "What's the matter?"

His tone was so gentle that the school girl was stunned for a moment, and then handed over a photo and a pen: "I'm your fan, can you sign me?"

The postcard handed over was obviously the time when Song Zhulan bent his bow and shot an arrow on the island.

Traveling back to the present, this is the first time Song Zhulan has encountered such a thing.Not to mention that the original body was notorious before, and others would avoid him when they saw him. Even after he crossed over, he spent most of his time either on the set or in the hospital, and he had nowhere to meet fans.

Song Zhulan felt a little strange, and nodded after confirming that there was no problem with the pen and postcard.

He bent down to write his name and asked, "Which grade are you in?"

"Senior Grade [-], Senior Grade [-] and Class [-]."

"Then next year will be the college entrance examination. You must have this awareness, and don't spend too much time chasing stars," Song Zhulan sighed, writing like a fly, and added a sentence in the upper right corner of the postcard, "Toad Palace wins laurels, gold list title" , which happens to be written next to the moon.

Only then did he return the postcard to the junior girl: "Come on, study hard. Like me can't make you a better person, but study can. Don't let yourself down."

After speaking, he smiled, walked through the crowd, and headed towards the classroom.

He hadn't gone far when suddenly there was a small sound of cheering behind him.The school girl held the postcard carefully and shouted: "Come on, Lanlan! The second model also got a good grade in the exam! I will work hard too!"

The young man kept walking, and made a certain gesture to the sky, his back was very chic.

"Ahhh, he actually signed your autograph!"

When Song Zhulan was far away, a group of people gathered around and looked at the postcard in the girl's hand.

"I didn't expect him to be so talkative. I thought he had a bad temper."

"This word is so beautiful, it must have been practiced."

"Wow, Lan Lan also wished you the title of the gold list!" Someone noticed Song Zhulan's gift in the upper right corner, and said enviously, "You have been consecrated by Xueba himself, and you must be successful in the exam!"

"But he's trying to persuade you to learn?"

"It's normal. He studies so well by himself, so he will definitely like excellent people."

"Then if I am also a top student, I should be able to have a lot of common topics with him."

The juniors and juniors were laughing and laughing, but there was silence in the senior high school students' building.

Song Zhulan just entered the teaching building, feeling the dignified atmosphere around him, before he could go any further, he was stopped by a person.

Why are there so many people looking for him this morning?

Song Zhulan slandered and looked at the person coming.

Before he could say hello politely, the other party had already called out his name.

"Song Zhulan, I'm here to find you."

who is thisWhat did he come to find himself for?Does it have something to do with Wen Jingyuan again?

A series of thoughts flashed through Song Zhulan's mind, and at the same time he asked him with a smile: "May I ask who you are?"

The visitor pushed his thick black frame and said, "I am the study committee member of Class [-], and my name is Li Ce."

After the third year of high school, the school's class is a new round.Class 89 and [-] were the two experimental classes that received the most attention. Before Song Zhulan was born, the school committees of these two classes had always been competing for the first place in the grade.

But since Song Zhulan stood out with his amazing math and physics results, the first grade no longer belonged to them.The topics that the teachers talked about every day also shifted to him, and they predicted whether Song Zhulan would be able to rush and go to the top university at the speed of Song Zhulan's progress.

It is indeed logical to say this.Song Zhulan's science scores are ridiculously high, as long as Chinese and history are mentioned, it is not difficult to get into those famous schools.

But Li Ce was not convinced.

He looked at Song Zhulan's schedule that was going viral on the Internet—at first glance, he looked very tired, but when did he not come here like this?

And his efforts didn't just start from before.

For the college entrance examination, people like them have to study hard since they were in elementary school.

Go to a good junior high school, a good high school, enter an experimental class...

The only visible thing in life is learning.

Then one day, a star who was filming and appearing on TV every day easily got a score that he couldn't imagine.

This is ridiculous.

Li Ce didn't want to admit it.

He said to Song Zhulan: "I want to compete with you, who can get the first grade in the second model."

He looked up and looked at Song Zhulan nervously, his voice dry.

Song Zhulan was a little surprised.The second model is just around the corner, and the study committee member of the experimental class came out on purpose to find himself, just for a unilaterally announced competition?

"Okay," he readily agreed. "Looking forward to your performance."

"But I don't look forward to it," Li Ce said suddenly, "It's been 12 years, I don't like studying, and I hate exams, but I have to do it."

"You said that you just like to win, so you will work hard. But I am different, and I don't know what I like, but I must win, or at least make myself lose so badly, otherwise there is no way out people."

Li Ce raised his head, but under the cover of the thick glasses, he still couldn't see the man's eyes clearly.

He could only hear Li Ce say: "You know what you want, I envy you."

Song Zhulan suddenly understood the reason why Li Ce came here at that moment.

He didn't come here to compare his grades with anyone.

He just wanted to complete a task and give himself an explanation.

Song Zhulan sat on the seat, with the Chinese test paper of the second model spread out in front of her.

A few minutes before the exam officially started, he put down his pen and took a deep breath.

Even in the last days, he did not pass the college entrance examination.

Although the college entrance examination results are also required for the entrance examination for the junior class, Song Zhulan directly entered the re-examination based on the competition award, and did not really experience the atmosphere of the college entrance examination.

For more people, the college entrance examination is a fork in the road of fate, and every word written on the paper may mean a different life direction.

But for Song Zhulan, the college entrance examination is just an exam.

His desire to get a good grade in the exam is just because he likes it, nothing more.He has never felt that learning is a stressful thing, and many times he cannot understand other people's struggles, because learning itself makes people happy enough.

Solving a math problem is roughly equivalent to other people's success in the game, and it may even be happier.

Because knowledge can never be explored, he can move forward forever without worrying about hitting the boundary.

But what Li Ce said made him think more.

He knows that he is special compared to most people, so even in a very introverted environment, he can still enjoy his own fun and has never hated learning.The only pressure comes from "learning" itself, but it is benign, because he is constantly encouraging himself to break through.

But what about more people?

Learning shouldn't be such a stressful, painful thing to do.

Its essence is joyful, and many people should have enjoyed this process very much.

Song Zhulan looked at the ancient poems that gave him a headache on the first page of the Chinese test paper, and felt a little confused for the first time.

When the bell rang for the start of the exam, everyone immediately lowered their heads to write the papers.

Song Zhulan took a deep breath, pulled his thoughts back to his paper, and concentrated on answering the question.

The second test is not graded uniformly, but is arranged by the school itself, so the test time is much shorter than that of the first test.

Song Zhulan and the others finished all the subjects they had to take within two days, and before they even had time to catch their breath, the math papers they had just finished in the morning had already been judged.

The new math teacher in Class [-] entered the class with a large stack of math papers, and when he asked the class representative to hand them out, he made a summary of his grades.

The highest score was no exception, Song Zhulan again, and it was a beautiful full score.

Song Zhulan took the paper calmly, glanced at it and put it aside.

The difficulty of the paper is not high for him, if there is a mistake, it should not be, and the above questions can no longer arouse his interest.

He continued to read related information about Wen's family until the teacher invited him to give a lecture.

His lecture topic is still the concise and clear style before, and the students in Class [-] are not surprised.They even wanted Song Zhulan to explain all these questions.

After the get out of class, a few people headed by Yang Jun came around and asked him about these things.

Song Zhulan has always been very patient with learning-related matters, and did not perfunctory. After hearing this, Yang Jun and others looked enlightened and praised: "This question is really much clearer after looking at it this way."

"Brother Lan, how did you learn mathematics? Teach us some learning methods."

"It's quite strange to say, I almost hated mathematics, but after listening to brother Lan, I found it quite interesting."

Song Zhulan listened to their casual chat, and suddenly asked: "I don't like mathematics, so what are you interested in?"

"It's nothing, right?" Yang Jun said, "I don't have time to think about what I like, just study hard and you'll be done. Oh, but Brother Lan, you should be different."

Looking at Song Zhulan's slightly inquiring gaze, he explained: "It's too curly now, everyone is like a chicken blood, if you don't work hard, you will be thrown off.

"Don't talk about the college entrance examination, it's the same for those who study abroad. Look at those who go abroad. Now TOEFL 110 and SAT 1500 are common, and they can't go out to talk about things. When they are employed, doctoral students go everywhere. .Everyone is studying. In order not to be left behind, they are almost bald. What else can I like? If I can continue to study, I will be determined!"

"Hey Brother Lan, you guys must be pretty curvy as actors, right?"

Yang Jun's tone of voice was very relaxed, as if he was joking, but Song Zhulan could hear a bit of bitterness from it.

He responded lightly, briefly talked with a few people about his study methods, then got up and asked the teachers of various subjects for papers.

He's going to shoot a Halo commercial tomorrow, and he's leaving school early today.

When he walked out of the school gate, he looked back. The school was still brightly lit, and thousands of people were writing hard.

Nobody did anything wrong.

There is nothing wrong with the first person to initiate involution, nothing wrong with the system itself, and nothing wrong with society.

But that's the way it is, oppressing all of them non-stop.

On the contrary, some people, such as Wen Jingyuan, can use the influence of their own family to despise many existing rules and use this to develop themselves.

He didn't play by the rules, and he got better because of it, creating a positive feedback loop that was hard to break.

Song Zhulan frowned, his eyes darkened.

He felt that he had encountered a huge and complicated problem, and he couldn't think of a correct solution so far.

Will there be a solution?

That night, Song Zhulan tossed and turned this annoying question in his mind for a long time.

But he thought that he would have to shoot the pre-appointed commercial the next day, so he had to force himself to sleep, so as not to be in a bad state and cause trouble for the make-up master and apprentice tomorrow morning.

But even so, his complexion was still not good, and the makeup artist worked hard for a long time to achieve the desired effect.

When she came out of the dressing room, Xia Yun and the perfumer of Les Cathédrales walked up to her.

The English spoken by the perfumer with a mustache also has a strong uvula sound, which is easy to recognize.

"Xia, I still don't understand why you chose him to represent the cathedral. I admit that he looks good and plays a great role, but that temperament is too different from our perfume. I also doubt whether he can control Qin Such a complicated storyboard as designed."

"The feeling of Song is very complicated, but the cathedral is eternal and divine. I chose to add ebony and amber to the incense to create this effect."

Xia Yun asked: "Then who do you think has this kind of temperament and can speak for our perfume, Mr. Francois?"

"I can't think of it," Francois shook his head. "I can't think of such a person, whether domestic or foreign."

"Then let Song Zhulan try it," Xia Yun said, "Believe me, he will surprise you."

Immediately afterwards, he saw Song Zhulan who had changed his clothes and put on makeup.

The boy wore a golden wig, and the pale golden hair tips shimmered in the sun.

He was wearing an elegant white shirt with an extremely complicated neckline, but it unexpectedly gave him an extravagant aura.

Song Zhulan's figure is tall and straight, with an elegant demeanor. From a distance, he looks like an eighteenth-century gentleman who has stepped out of a painting, and at the same time has an added divinity.

"Mr. Francois, what do you think of this?" Xia Yun asked in a timely manner.

"It's better than I expected," Francois said with deep amazement in his eyes, "but it still needs to be tested to know whether it is suitable. I heard that Qin and him have a good relationship. I hope that the two of them can cooperate and exchange Produce a more perfect work."

"I think you can relax completely," Xia Yun said, "What we need to do next is just to appreciate it."

The commercial short film was shot in a cathedral, and Qin Jingye revised several versions of the storyboard before finally finalizing it.

Following the boy's pace, the entire camera moves from the desolate wilderness to a piece of greenery, through the quarry piled with stones, and finally to the magnificent cathedral.

He seemed to pass through the river of time, holding a rose that he picked at random in his hand, and chose one of them willfully to stay.

The stone building was tall and majestic, and the young man seemed too small to walk in it.

But there seemed to be a kind of light on him, which made people unable to look away.He walked lightly, stroking the timeless stones on the wall, and the breath of history rushed over his face.

The stone is thick and cold, but the young man holding the rose seems to give it a little freshness, and that feeling is indescribable.

Finally Song Zhulan stopped, sat on a row of benches, and took a book by the window.

Turn over the yellowed pages, and carefully insert a bright and dripping rose among them.

The flowers have not withered, they are preserved in it forever.

The teenager sat under the window, looking down at the rose.

The colorful lights cast by the stained glass windows shone on him, as if making him one with the church.

He is in the picture.

As time changed, the boy's figure gradually faded and disappeared, but the church still stood tall.

Everything seemed to be quiet until the blond boy in a modern suit stepped into the church again.

He stood by the bench and gently flipped through the old book.

The rose is preserved in it, and the color remains undiminished.

The light shines through the colored windows on the pages of the book, on the roses, and on the pupils of the young amber, just like before.

The picture freezes like this, like eternity.

Qin Jingye yelled "card".

There are no faults in the commercial short film, and it only needs to be produced in the later stage to be the finished product.

During the design, he communicated with both Song Zhulan and Francois. Les Cathédrales, as a perfume with ebony, amber and rose as the main notes, naturally needs to reflect these elements in the trailer.

The ebony is represented by the wooden pews in the church, and the rose is the one caught in the book.As for Amber, who saves everything and freezes time, Song Zhulan is asked to play the role.

It itself represents eternity.

"Oh my god, it's unbelievable!" Francois stood up from his seat, stepped forward to give Song Zhulan a hug, and then turned to Qin Jingye.

“Darlings, you guys are amazing. I never thought Les Cathédrales could be represented in this way. It's new, but it fits so well!”

"Xia, you are so discerning," Francois turned around and hugged Xia Yun again, "Cooperating with you is really the most correct decision I have ever made!"

In addition to the commercial short film, there are also posters to be shot, and by the time everything is over, it is already afternoon.

Song Zhulan took off his makeup, put on his own clothes, and sat on a stone chair outside the church, the wind gently blowing his black hair.

Not long ago, he received an audition notice for the drama "Foundation Stone". This was nothing unexpected. Song Zhulan didn't think about it, but just looked around quietly.

The church is on the hillside not far away, the whole body is pure white, and it is a magnificent building.

Francois came over suddenly and sat beside Song Zhulan.

"Honey, you look a bit haggard."

"I'm sorry," Song Zhulan chose to talk to him directly in French out of respect, "I hope my state didn't have a bad impact on the shooting."

"No, that's not what I mean. Your performance is perfect. I just find that you seem to be thinking about a difficult question and making a difficult decision."

After being silent for a while, Song Zhulan said: "Yes, I am hesitant to do one thing. It is not necessary. But I really want to try it, but it is difficult and I am not sure of success."

"Don't be tied down by success," François said with a smile. "You know, I think your name will live on for a long time like this church."

"Follow your heart and let it go. Your stage is not only here, it's too small." Francois pointed to the boundless sky farther away, and seemed to be pointing to something deeper under the sky .

"You should be flying there."

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