Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

On the lawn of Chaoyang Park, the last vestiges of the late summer heat were still raging.

Li Ming held up a reflector in his hand, sweat streaming down his temples, soaking a large area of ​​his rather artistic shirt.

He glanced at the professional camera he had borrowed from the film crew next door, then looked at Yu Le, who was squatting on the ground, holding a Sony home camcorder and waving it around at Liu Qianqian.

I'm devastated.

"Mr. Yu," Li Ming wiped his sweat, his voice filled with despair, "We're going to use this to film? You're just going to leave that hundreds of thousands of yuan camera as decoration?"

Yu Le didn't even look up, steadily holding the palm-sized DV with one hand, while directing Liu Qianqian with the other.

"Move a little to the left, yes, let the sunlight fall on your hair. Don't laugh, please don't laugh, give me that 'I didn't eat enough lunch' kind of melancholy look."

Liu Qianqian stood under a ginkgo tree, wearing the simplest white T-shirt, holding a fallen leaf in her hand.

Hearing this, she couldn't help but roll her eyes, her cheeks puffed out in anger.

"Okay! That's the expression!"

Yu Le shouted, his fingers flying across the shutter and record buttons. "This feeling of 'wanting to hit someone but being unable to' is absolutely amazing."

Li Ming: "..."

Is this supposed to be a music video shoot?

This looks like a home video shoot!

"Producer Li, you don't understand." Yu Le stood up, stretched his aching back, and turned the DV screen to show Li Ming.

"The footage produced by that big machine was too clear, too sharp, and too industrial."

"What we want is a blurry, rough texture, the kind of grainy feel that the boy in the next class secretly takes of his crush."

Li Ming leaned over and took a look.

The screen is small, the resolution is low, and the picture is even a bit shaky.

But the girl in the picture, under the dappled shadows of the trees, had her hair dyed golden by the sunlight.

She turned her head slightly, her eyes clear yet with a hint of stubbornness, her unadorned spirit almost overflowing the screen.

Li Ming fell silent.

After so many years in the music industry, this is the first time he's discovered that sometimes "blurry" can also be a form of aesthetics.

"Alright, let's go somewhere else." Yu Le waved his hand, like a foreman rushing from one job to another.

"Go sit on that bench over there, Sisi, take off your shoes, and swing your legs. Do whatever makes you comfortable."

Liu Qianqian felt like she had been granted a pardon. She plopped down on the bench, kicked off her slightly uncomfortable canvas shoes, and let her two white little feet dangle in the air.

"Yu Le, I want a soda!" she shouted at the camera.

"I'll buy it." Yu Le agreed readily. "I'll buy you two bottles after this shoot. If you dare to slack off, you'll lose a chicken leg for dinner."

The afternoon passed in this extremely casual atmosphere.

There was no script, no lighting technician, and no makeup artist.

It's all thanks to Yu Le's "eyes that can discover beauty" and Liu Qianqian's "heaven-sent" face.

As the sun set, Yu Le contentedly put the lens cap back on. "That's a wrap. Producer Li, leave the rest to me. I'll give you the final cut tomorrow morning."

Li Ming was feeling very uneasy.

Will this thing work?

……

The next morning, in the editing room of Wheatfield Music.

With dark circles under his eyes, Li Ming stared at the file named "Invisible Wings_Final Version.wmv" on his computer screen, his fingers trembling as he clicked the play button.

There are no flashy intros or complicated transitions.

The screen lit up with a close-up of Liu Qianqian's profile.

The sound of a guitar softly began.

The scene begins to switch.

She stared blankly under the tree, swung her legs on the bench, made a face at the camera, and ran against the light.

All the shots were extremely simple, and some of the footage even had noticeable shakiness.

The editing techniques are even more crude, using only the simplest hard cuts, without even using fade-in or fade-out.

but.

As the soothing song played, Li Ming stared in disbelief at the breathtakingly beautiful girl on the screen.

That youthful excitement, that first love-like beauty, was like a bullet that struck his middle-aged man's heart with pinpoint accuracy.

This is hardly a music video.

This is clearly a fragment of a memory called "first love"!

"Incredible..." Li Ming muttered to himself, "If this gets out, won't those otaku go crazy?"

He grabbed the phone abruptly and dialed the publicity department's number, his voice trembling.

"Hey! Old Zhao! Wake up! Quickly contact all the major portal websites and radio stations!"

……

In 2002, although the internet transmission speed was slow, the speed at which gossip spread was by no means slow.

That noon, the audio of "Invisible Wings" and the "PPT-style" music video were simultaneously uploaded to Tianya, Mop and major university BBS forums.

The title is extremely sensational, a true testament to Yu Le's talent:

"Stunning private videos of Beijing Film Academy's most beautiful student leaked! I'm in love after watching them!"

This song has healed 30 million netizens!

It was like dropping a depth charge onto a calm lake.

The number of clicks has gone crazy.

In internet cafes, you can hear the phrase "I know, I've always had a pair of invisible wings" everywhere.

In front of the screen, countless burly men, their feet twitching, stared at the girl swinging her toes in the sunlight, their faces contorted with lewd grins.

The comment section exploded:

"Holy crap! What kind of god-like looks are these? Is this even a human face?"

"This music video is terribly made, isn't it? But... it's so beautiful! I love this unedited feel!"

"Who says it's a PowerPoint presentation? This is art! This is raw and unfiltered! Even if she were just standing there eating sunflower seeds, I could watch it a hundred times!"

"This song made me cry. The visuals amplify the impact. That look in his eyes was so heartbreaking."

"Is this the Liu Qianqian who was previously criticized? Are the haters blind? How can you bear to criticize such a fairy-like woman?"

In just one day, "Invisible Wings" soared to the top of Baidu's trending search list.

Liu Qianqian's name became incredibly famous.

It wasn't because of the scandals or the negative press, but because of that face and that song.

……

A high-end office building in Beijing.

The preparation office of the "The Story of a Noble Family" production team was filled with smoke.

Director Li Dawei was frowning at a pile of photos, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

"No, none of these will work."

He threw the photo in his hand onto the table and rubbed his temples in frustration.

"These young girls are pretty, but they're all too common."

"What I want is Bai Xiuzhu, the kind of pampered young lady who is spoiled, noble, and has a touch of naivety that makes her hard to hate."

The casting director next to him said with a bitter face, "Director Li, these requirements are too high. Nowadays, actors are either from tragic roles or students who haven't fully matured yet. We've interviewed hundreds of people, and we just can't find anyone."

Li Dawei sighed, picked up his teacup, and took a sip.

This is a major production, and Chen Kun has been cast as the male lead, while Dong Jie has been cast as the female lead, Leng Qingqiu.

The only one who got stuck was the second female lead, Bai Xiuzhu.

This role is too important, with a lot of screen time and a complex character. If the casting is not good, half of the show will fall apart.

"If all else fails, how about we try looking in South Korea?" the producer asked tentatively.