The splendid life of Korean entertainment

On the evening of May 5th, Song Ya and Kim Bo Ra followed Zara and his group to Shanghai by plane.

There was no rainstorm or typhoon. After two and a half hours of flight, Song Ya arrived at Shanghai Pudong International Airport smoothly at 45:[-] in the evening.

Before walking out of the passage, Song Ya heard bursts of warm cheers outside.I couldn't make out what they were shouting, but there must have been many, many people.Jin Baora was very excited and shouted happily: "Yami, I didn't expect you to be so popular in China, and there are fans coming to pick you up!"

pick me up?Although the remaining sliver of reason told Song Ya that this was unlikely to be true, the deafening cheers outside became louder and louder, the marble floor was trembling, and Song Ya felt like an earthquake.

"It's terrible!" Jin Baola grabbed Song Ya's arm tightly, with a terrified expression on his face, "It is said that Chinese fans are crazy, what should I do with Yami? Do you want to ask for help at the airport and send some bodyguards for you temporarily?" ?”

"No, I can't." Song Ya suddenly blushed and shy, thinking that it is not easy for her to have fans, and it is her first time to come to Shanghai. The company did not issue any announcements before, but there are still so many fans. Someone came to pick him up from the plane. Judging by the posture, the fans had been waiting outside for a long time.In terms of emotion and reason, you have to let others take a look at you, right?

At this moment, Song Ya felt that time had gone back.In her last life, she followed "Pirates of the Caribbean 3" to Shanghai for publicity. There was such a crowd of people outside the passage. Song Ya vaguely remembered that when she walked out of the passage gate, people made a roar like a tsunami. Some people shouted "Captain Jack" and others shouted. "Uncle Depp" and someone shouted her name "yaya!"

Suddenly like a dream ah!Walking out of the memory, Song Ya was extremely excited, she never thought that she would encounter such a scene in this life.

Although I really want to get close to the fans, but Kim Bora is right, safety comes first right now!Otherwise, the fans would swarm me and trample me to death.Just as he was thinking about where to find bodyguards, far away, a dozen tall, serious-looking bodyguards with black sunglasses walked towards Song Ya quickly.

"Ohmygod! ohmygod!" I don't know whether he thought the bodyguards were too handsome, or because they were too scary, Jin Baola stared at her eyes and trembled violently.

Song Ya glanced at her manager with disgust, thinking that she really had never seen the world.The manager was already disappointed, Song Ya felt that she could only rely on herself at the moment, she took out the big sunglasses from her bag and put them on her face, did she gain momentum in an instant? !Tossing her hair, Song Ya put on an air of arrogance that a big-name star should have, with her chin raised slightly, and a contemptuous arc formed at the corner of her mouth, squinting at the bodyguards who were walking towards her.

A staff member of Zara beside him asked Song Ya in a low voice: "Who are they here to pick up?"

"Don't worry, you'll know in a while." Song Ya said lightly, with a rather mysterious smile on her face.Who are you coming to pick up?Of course I came to pick up my wife!Is there anyone else on the plane who is worthy of such a big posture? !

Gradually, the bodyguards walked in.

The bodyguards bypassed Song Ya...

"Hello, Mr. Jay Chou, we are the bodyguards arranged for you by the airport. There are fifteen people in total..." In the end, the bodyguards stopped in a corner, wearing gray sportswear and peaked caps, looking extremely ordinary next to the young people.

The young man was playing with his mobile phone, he raised his head, glanced at the bodyguards casually, and grinned lightly: "Oh, not bad, all of them are so handsome."

Song Ya was a little confused, she was at a stalemate with Jin Bao's ramen noodles, both of them were dumbfounded!

"Who is he?" Zara's staff asked curiously.

"No, I don't know." Song Ya stammered, something in her heart was collapsing...

"So, Miss Yaa, can we go?" The person in charge of Zara looked at his watch, a trace of impatience flashed across his face.

"Yes, yes." Song Ya said in a low voice, hat!where is my hatForget it, let's cover your face with your hair.

Pushing the suitcase, Song Ya walked with difficulty. It was really bad luck. When she passed by the young man, her feet slipped and she almost fell into the mud.

The oolong incident at the airport made Song Ya sleepless all night. She finally felt sleepy at four o'clock in the morning, but just as she fell asleep, Jin Baora woke her up again: "Get up, Yami."

"Sleeping for a while..." Song Ya covered her head with a quilt, "10 minutes, just sleep for 10 minutes."

"Not even for ten seconds!" Jin Baola put his hands on his hips, with a bully expression on his face, "We didn't come to Shanghai to sleep, ok? Please be more dedicated to your work, if you don't want to be attacked by anti fans as soon as you return to China!"

i rice!

Upon hearing this word, Song Ya's head buzzed, her eyes widened, obviously she was greatly shocked.Right now, Song Ya is not a popular artist yet, so there are naturally few anti fans. Although there are a few antis jumping around on the personal homepage, scolding her for "looks like a ghost!" "dancing like a monkey in a circus" It's ugly, but generally speaking, the utilitarianism of these anti-fans insulting artists is not enough, and the degree of aggressiveness is not as great as the shadow caused by Jiang Dongyuan's fans to Song Ya.

However, one thing that needs to be understood is that things like "anti rice" are sometimes like the surface of the sea before a tsunami strikes. It looks calm and peaceful, but tens of meters below is rough and dark, gathering energy.All it takes is a small earthquake to detonate them.

In the Korean entertainment industry, disrespect is a big taboo!If the much ado about nothing anti fan finds out, he can kill you in minutes.

Hey, life is hard!With a sad face, Song Ya struggled to get up from the bed.

After 10 minutes, Zara's staff who were in charge of filming came to Song Ya's room one after another.Kim Bora had already prepared espresso for them in advance.The room was quiet, everyone held coffee in their hands and drank one sip at a time, no one spoke, and there was a ignorant expression on their faces, it was obvious that everyone hadn't recovered from their exhaustion.

"Okay! Let's start!" The person in charge clapped his hands vigorously.

Like a shot in the arm, the people in the room cheered up quickly.

In the bathroom, Song Ya sat facing the mirror, putting on makeup, and listening to the person in charge introduce today's shooting process to herself. In fact, the two parties had already communicated once before coming to Shanghai, but everything needs to be cautious, and the shooting time is only two days in total. , everyone is very busy, rework is not beneficial to anyone, it is a waste of time and money, and this is Shanghai, not Myeongdong, you can just take the subway, so it is good for everyone to go through the process again There are benefits.

The person in charge said: "We will go to the Huangpu River first in the morning. There are three main pieces of clothing, all of which are windbreakers. Because the colors and styles are quite different, so my dear, you have to work hard, and the makeup on your face has to be changed three times."

"It's okay." Song Ya tried to make her voice sound sincere, although her heart was collapsing.She changed her makeup three times in the morning... It is estimated that she will go to the hospital to see a dermatologist when she returns to Seoul.

The makeup artist's brush hit her face with a rustle, and the foundation was completely smudged. From the slight tingling sensation on her skin, Song Ya knew that the foundation that was splashing on her face must be cheap.Now, she regrets trusting Zara's soft power too much. If she had known this, she might as well have brought her cosmetic bag.

"Are you uncomfortable?" In the car driving to the Bund, seeing Song Ya keep pressing her skin lightly, Jin Baora asked worriedly. "Are you allergic?"

"No." Song Ya lightly raised the corners of her mouth. Although it was really itchy, she didn't want Jin Baora to worry.After quickly looking in the mirror and confirming that her skin was not reddened, Song Ya breathed a sigh of relief, put her head on the window glass, closed her eyes slightly, and seized the last time to rest for a while.

At 06:30 in the morning, the group arrived at the Huangpu River.

"Cool!" Standing on the bank of the Pujiang River, looking at the splendid European-style buildings on both sides, Jin Baola couldn't help exclaiming.This is Shanghai?Shanghai is actually like this? ! "My God Masami, if it wasn't for the Chinese characters written on the buildings, I would have thought I had come to Europe!"

"Indeed, it's so beautiful!" The person in charge was also dumbfounded.

In the group, except for Song Ya, everyone came to Shanghai for the first time.Although China is very close to South Korea, Koreans do not know what China looks like. When sitting on the plane, Jin Baora even worried that she would not have enough to eat in China, so she secretly stuffed the plane meal into her schoolbag for preparation. A rainy day.

At that time, Song Ya was full of disgust. If she could, she really wanted to open the plane door and kick Jin Bao down.Since you are reluctant to leave South Korea, then "fall" back!

Because it was early in the morning, there were not many tourists on both sides of the Huangpu River. They walked along the bank in twos and threes, laughing softly, as if they were afraid of waking someone up.There was some light rain in the early hours of the morning, and everything in the sky, the ground, and everything in front of me was wet.The rain stopped just now, but the humidity is still there. During the rainy season, a thin layer of white mist floated on the Huangpu River. The mist twisted like a translucent ribbon around the Huangpu River. The buildings on the opposite side became more and more hazy. Everyone has a feeling of deep wonderland.

It's a pity that no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it can't be eaten as a meal. Right now, work is the first priority!Following the order from the person in charge, everyone quickly threw themselves into the preparation work.

Song Ya feels that she is quite lucky, after all, Zara does not have a down jacket in the main clothing this winter.However, wearing a heavy autumn windbreaker on her body, standing in the early morning in Shanghai where the humidity is close to 70%, is still enough for Song Ya to choke.

Each of the three trench coats has its own characteristics, ladylike, queenlike, and a slightly rock-and-roll style. Song Yaman likes the rock-and-roll style. It is pure black, made of woolen fabric, long, and matched with the one that highlights the facial features. With smoky makeup, the whole person looks cool.

But to Song Ya's surprise, apart from herself, the tourists who were watching the scenery of the Pujiang River on both banks seemed to like this black windbreaker very much.

"The clothes are nice!"

"Yeah, kind of like the one Avril Lavigne wore on her first album."

"that is true……"

It seems that Chinese people like to watch the excitement.I just took a few pictures here, and some tourists surrounded me.

"Why?"

"do not know."

"Who is this girl?"

"I don't know you, a foreigner?"

"It's a bit like Zhou Huimin."

"Hmm...I think it's more like Takako Matsu in Japan."

"You two have two or five eyes, right? Where are Zhou Huimin and Song Takako Nima?"

"I mean, the temperament is like Matsu Takako!"

On the other side of the Huangpu River, a young man just woke up.After taking a hot shower, he picked up a cup of moderately warm boiled water, swayed to the window, and opened the heavy curtains with one hand.

"Well……"

The sunlight that broke through the mist stung his eyes slightly. Although it was a little uncomfortable, when he saw clearly the Huangpu River surrounded by mist, which looked like a fairyland, he still smiled and said to himself: "Oh, not bad~ "