Looking at the furious Zhao Wanqi, Wen Yan stuffed the tissue into her hand and said calmly:

"Sister Wanqi, please wipe it yourself first. I suddenly remembered a melody and wanted to find a pen and paper to record it down, so as not to forget it later..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yan stood up, scurried into the recording room, and decisively locked the door.

Looking at the tissue in her hand, Zhao Wanqi did not immediately follow her to settle the score with Wen Yan. This was her territory anyway, and Xiaochi had gone deep into the tiger's den. Even if she hid in the recording room, it would be useless.

Humph, later, let him experience what it means to "cry the sky to be unresponsive, the earth and the earth to be unresponsive, and shouting to break the throat is useless." Zhao Wanqi thought secretly.

"Sister Hong, lend me your makeup mirror." Zhao Wanqi looked at Zhou Hongwei, she rarely brought such things.

"Hey, we don't have to attend an event today. How come our naturally beautiful star is still wearing light makeup?" Zhou Hongwei teased Zhao Wanqi while groping for the makeup mirror from her bag:

"I usually ask you to dress up more and pay attention to managing your external image. You have to be lazy and save trouble. Now you know how embarrassing it is."

Except when Zhao Wanqi attends events, she will ask the studio's dedicated makeup artist to help with her styling. She usually stays bare-faced in the studio.

"You don't go out, and you don't have to face the camera. How much time is wasting putting on makeup?" Zhao Wanqi took the makeup mirror, raised her chin slightly, and said a little arrogantly:

"Besides, I have a natural beauty that I can't give up on. I can become a popular celebrity in the entertainment industry with just bare makeup, without having to do too much modification."

"Then why are you wearing makeup today?" Looking at Zhao Wanqi's outlined eyebrows, Zhou Hongwei pursed her red lips with a playful look in her eyes.

"I..." Zhao Wanqi's expression froze slightly, and she tried to save her dignity: "I am here to enhance the attribute value, which can improve the efficiency of singing practice."

"Oh, that's it~" Zhou Hongwei said in a rising tone.

"Oh, Sister Hong, stop talking nonsense and give me the makeup mirror quickly. I'm in a hurry to deal with that little red guy." Zhao Wanqi urged.

"I'm looking for it right now." Zhou Hongwei said casually while rummaging around in her bag for a makeup mirror:

"By the way, I saw a very beautiful girl downstairs today without makeup. Looking at her face, her temperament is no different from yours. In terms of figure, she is even slightly better than you."

"Oh, just brag." Zhao Wanqi rolled her eyes and said narcissistically: "How can a beauty like me be seen everywhere?"

Zhao Wanqi is still very confident about her figure and appearance. Even in the entertainment industry where people generally have good looks, no one can hold her head high.

"Really, if you don't believe me, you can ask Junior Wen." Zhou Hongwei glanced at Wen Yan, who was pretending in the recording room: "It was the girl who sent him here today. The two of them seemed quite close, and she even helped Junior to tidy up his collar.

Woolen cloth."

"Oh, by the way, before she left, she gave some money to her younger brother. I remember she was driving a limited-edition SUV with the tail number "666"..."

It was the capitalist. When Zhou Hongwei associated "a beautiful girl with looks comparable to hers" with Wen Yan, Zhao Wanqi determined Wang Luoqi's identity.

"Wanqi, you are so familiar with your junior brother, so you should also know that girl, right?" Zhou Hongwei asked tentatively.

"I don't know him, maybe he's the driver of the online car-hailing service." Zhao Wanqi secretly teased Wang Luoqi.

"She drives a luxury car, and her figure and temperament don't look like an online ride-hailing driver." Zhou Hongwei clearly didn't believe it.

"Oh, Sister Hong, why are you such a gossip?" Zhao Wanqi stopped answering and began to urge: "Hurry up and give me the makeup mirror."

"There's no need for a makeup mirror. You'd better go and take care of the younger brother." Zhou Hongwei spread her hands: "Your lipstick didn't rub on your teeth at all. He just lied to you, haha..."

He just lied to you. Zhao Wanqi's pride was rising and falling, as if she was about to escape gravity. She looked sideways and smiled at the young mature woman, who did not expect that she would actually collude with Wen Yan.

"Sister Hong, which side are you on?" Zhao Wanqi said quietly.

"Ahem." Zhou Hongwei barely stopped her trembling body. She spread her hands and said nonsense seriously:

"I just discovered it too..."

Well, Zhou Hongwei is such a fun-loving person, and Zhao Wanqi has nothing to do with her, so she transfers all her anger to the culprit.

Her beautiful eyes glanced towards the recording room, looking at Wen Yan sitting in front of the piano, sometimes strumming the keys, sometimes lowering his head to write and draw on A4 paper, Zhao Wanqi clenched her fists slightly.

"Wen Xiaoyan, get out of here!"

Walking to the glass door, Zhao Wanqi started to knock on the door: "You are so brave, how dare you play tricks on me?"

With his peripheral vision, he glanced at the eldest sister who was slamming the door in anger. Wen Yan continued to pretend, holding a pencil and writing and drawing on the A4 paper, as if he didn't hear the noise outside.

Anyway, the sound insulation effect of recording studios is well known to be good.

At this moment, Zhao Wanqi was furious, so what fool would open the door for her at this time?

I don't know what the reason is, but every time Zhao Wanqi is happy or moved because of him, Wen Yan can't help but make jokes, destroying the original atmosphere to pieces, leaving only chicken feathers on the ground.

This may be because he has experienced youth again. He has forgotten the mature soul he once had and has become childish in line with his age.

Or maybe it was that maturity that he had never forgotten, but was buried deep in his heart, hidden in his bones. Therefore, he did not want to make an empty promise...

Emotions are a heavy topic, and Wen Yan is also worried about facing the situation of "young people always make empty promises, but later regret making rash words".

Therefore, as he grows older, he does not know how to face Zhao Wanqi.

He couldn't tell what type Zhao Wanqi's feelings for him belonged to, whether they were close siblings or the kind of ambiguity between opposite sexes?

In the same way, he also couldn't figure out his feelings for Zhao Wanqi.

Wen Yan did not deny that the idea of ​​"the blessing of all people" flashed through his mind. After all, "I want them all" was quite powerful when he thought about it.

This is also a common problem among many men. Who can say with confidence that he is a dedicated person who only wants to "be together for the rest of his life" and has never used other crooked ideas?

But the reality is not that easy. Thinking of this, Wen Yan can't help but envy the second master of the Wu family. The old man lives a really cool life, and his body can be shaken and his family can be at peace.

Looking at the plan filled with A4 paper, Wen Yan shook his head and threw away these random thoughts, preparing to leave this issue for later and let time make a decision.

Maybe after a while, the boat will straighten out naturally when it reaches the bridge.

Well, he also knew that he was probably thinking nonsense.

He glanced at the eldest sister who was still banging on the glass door, and saw that her movements were a little slow. She must have vented a lot of anger against the glass. Then Wen Yan picked up the A4 paper and turned around.

"Hey, Sister Wanqi, when did you come here?" Wen Yan's expression was a little surprised. In order to let Zhao Wanqi see his mouth shape clearly, he also slowed down his speech slightly.

Well, it started acting.

"Why didn't you call me?" Wen Yan opened the door and said complainingly: "The sound insulation effect of the recording studio is so good that you can't hear the noise outside at all."

Hey, it seems that I should call him, why didn't I remember it? Zhao Wanqi's expression froze, feeling that she was a little confused just now. But she would definitely not show it in front of Wen Yan.

"Wen Xiaoyan, why did you lie to me?" She crossed her waist and said angrily: "Where is the lipstick on my teeth?"

"Well, maybe I got it wrong." Wen Yan changed the topic at the right time: "Sister Wanqi, look at the song MV plan I made for you. We can just go to these places to shoot in the afternoon."

"Wen Xiaoyan, don't try to change the subject. Do you think I'm so easy to coax? If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, I will definitely not be able to spare you..."

Zhao Wanqi took the A4 paper, looked at it casually, and then forgot what she just said.

"Hey, why did you do it in such detail? We are going to shoot in so many places?" She asked in surprise:

"Nowadays, fans don't pay much attention to the music video of the song. There is no need for us to make it so troublesome."

See, it’s so easy to fool Wen Yanyan said earnestly:

"The music video is also an integral part of the song. Fans don't pay much attention to it now. The reason is still due to the singer's perfunctory production."

"Fans will definitely not like those MVs with confusing plots, ugly choreography, and shaky camera movements."

"After all, it's all about the camera and electronic music. It's just a shock to them, but our MV will definitely not be like this."

"Are you so confident in your plan?" Zhao Wanqi began to undermine the situation: "The general environment is like this. Even if we work hard, there is a high probability that it will be thankless."

It's not that Zhao Wanqi doesn't want to make a music video. After all, it seems quite interesting to go to major scenic spots with Wen Yan to shoot scenes.

She said this because she understood the current market trends and was worried that Wen Yan had too high expectations and that the results would not match expectations, which would create a psychological gap.

"You don't have to worry about these. You only need to be responsible for your posture when the time comes." Wen Yan smiled and reassured: "Leave the rest to me."

Zhao Wanqi, who was a bit weird, blinked her eyes and did not refuse Wen Yan's proposal. She nodded slightly and said:

"Okay then, sister, I'll leave it to you this afternoon, and I promise to follow your arrangements."

…

The sunset and the sunset are intoxicating.

Bihai Jinsha, located in the famous bay tourist area in the south of Shanghai, is a rippling blue sea.

As a beach close to Hangcheng Bay, it is like a smooth mirror, intercepting a section of the blue sky, embedded at the intersection of sea and land, crystal clear, giving people a sense of infinite beauty.

Looking at the scenery in front of him, a short sentence emerged in Wen Yan's heart:

The fishing boat sings late, and I am at ease.

At this time, Zhao Wanqi was wearing a white dress, running hard on the beach with bare feet, her clothes fluttering in the sea breeze, and there was a touch of perseverance and persistence on her beautiful face.

Although her chest was heaving violently and she was out of breath from exhaustion, she still ran hard into the distance, and the long series of footprints left on the beach wet by the waves were left far behind her.

.

The setting sun dyes the sea orange, like sprinkling a layer of gold on the sea surface, and the girl running hard on the beach becomes the most beautiful poem and painting:

The sunset, the beach, the waves, and the girl with flying skirt should be the most beautiful yearning for the sea among young people. His eyes followed the series of deep and shallow footprints on the beach, Wen Yan thought in his heart.

"Sister Li, let me take a look at that set of shots just now." Wen Yan waved to the female photographer not far away.

In order to ensure the quality of the mv, Wen Yan asked Zhou Hongwei to find a professional photographer. Although he could provide creativity and know the effect he wanted to create, he himself knew nothing about photography.

After all, he is not Teacher Chen, and he does not have as good photography skills as others.

"How was the effect?" Zhou Hongwei also came over.

"It's okay." Wen Yan nodded.

"Huh, I'm finally fine." Zhou Hongwei's chest rose and fell slightly, obviously breathing a sigh of relief.

She smiled and said: "If you don't do anything right, Wanqi will definitely deal with you later. You have let her run away dozens of times in a row. There must be some personal grudges in it."

"Ahem...Sister Hong, how can you say that?" Wen Yan was a little embarrassed.

He put on a straight face and said seriously: "Art is a serious matter, and we should strive for excellence."

"Is that so?" Zhou Hongwei said teasingly: "I thought you wanted to admire your sister Wanqi running wildly on the beach with her bare feet a few more times."

"Have you ever felt the surging waves?" Her eyes moved to the distant horizon.

I don’t know if I’m talking about the rolling waves or the girl running back.

Well, based on Wen Yan's understanding of this young mature woman during this period, the latter may be more likely.

Therefore, he did not answer the question, but changed the subject and said: "Okay, now that we have finished filming, we can call it a day."

This beach in the Blue Sea and Golden Sands was the last location for the song MV. Before that, he had taken Zhao Wanqi to record many scenes in several other scenic spots.

The full name of MV is Music Video, also known as "Music Video":

Refers to short films that are paired with music. Modern music videos are mainly produced to promote music records.

Wen Yan felt that the footage shot this afternoon would definitely meet his expectations after editing.

Not to mention how much it plays a role in promoting and charting the song, at least it can better interpret the meaning of the song and let the audience understand his expression.

In fact, the MV for this song was filmed on Earth in Hualien County, Baodao Province. There is a similar geographical location in Blue Star, but Wen Yan did not list it as a filming location.

The main reason is that the journey is quite far and it takes a lot of time to go back and forth. Moreover, Zhao Wanqi's album is about to be released, so Wen Yan found a suitable shooting location nearby.

Of course, he didn't do it perfunctory. What he wanted to express was the spiritual core. He had already interpreted it in place. Moreover, this was also the shooting method that he believed was most suitable for Zhao Wanqi.

"Huhu." Zhao Wanqi walked over with her head hanging down, and complained to Wen Yan:

"Xiaoyan, why have you been tossing for so long? I'm exhausted."

"That's right, you see, Wanqi is almost falling apart from the tossing. Junior Wen, you are too picky." Zhou Hongwei said next to her:

"Why don't you hurry up and beat her legs to relieve muscle fatigue, so as not to cause backache and leg pain tomorrow and delay the recording of the album."

"Go, go." Zhao Wanqi blushed and said angrily: "Sister Hong, you can take the staff to settle wages first. I want to rest here for a while."

"Okay, then let Junior Wen accompany you here." Zhou Hongwei waved to the staff in the distance and walked to the nanny car in the parking space.

Before leaving, he muttered: "You think I'm an eyesore."

Wen Yan: "..."

After everyone left, Zhao Wanqi no longer cared about her image. She sat down on the beach and said to Wen Yan:

"Xiaoyan, come here and rub my legs, they're so sore."

Looking at the eldest sister's smooth calf curves and white and tender feet, Wen Yan swallowed and spit:

"Sister Wanqi, this, this is not good."

"Haha...you are so beautiful." Zhao Wanqi rolled her eyes: "Do you really want to help me relax my muscles and bones?"

"Come here, lend me a shoulder to lean on." Zhao Wanqi patted the place beside her.

Huh, luckily that's the case. Wen Yan breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise he wouldn't know whether to refuse.

Leaning on Wen Yan's shoulder, looking at the afterglow of the setting sun, Zhao Wanqi narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly, and she remembered a sentence:

Being able to blow the sea breeze together is probably a kind of fate.

Half an hour later.

The afterglow of the setting sun has gradually dissipated, and the city in the distance is lit up with thousands of neon lights!

Wen Yan's shoulders were already sore, and Zhao Wanqi still had no intention of going back. When he was hesitating whether to remind him or not, he heard the sound of "didi-didi" sounding from the beach in the distance.

Wen Yan thought it was Zhou Hongwei who was reminding the two of them, but when he followed the voice, he saw:

A familiar SUV

Wen Yan couldn't help but shiver. Maybe it was the sea breeze in early summer that was biting?
Chapter completed!