Entertainment Era: My Good Sister Is All Over the World

Zhu Lin is 27 years old this year.

She was in the prime of her life, radiant with beauty; even without makeup, she was stunning.

Huang Wenbin had seen Zhu Lin in various marketing accounts and videos commenting on appearances before. At the time, he just thought she was indeed pretty, but not to the extent that she was touted as stunningly beautiful.

However, now that the beauty was so close, he truly felt a sense of awe brought about by her natural beauty.

She is indeed very beautiful, and she is completely without makeup.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Doesn't your back hurt anymore?" Zhu Lin led Huang Wenbin to a department and took out some ointment for treating burns. "Lift up your shirt, I'll put some ointment on it for you so it doesn't get infected."

Huang Wenbin nodded and did as she said.

Zhu Lin applied the ointment gently, bit by bit, and then said softly, "That's enough."

"Thank you," Huang Wenbin said.

Zhu Lin was placing the ointment on the table when she heard this. She turned to look at him and said, "Why are you thanking me? You got burned while trying to help me. I should be thanking you."

"Any normal person would help in that situation!" Huang Wenbin said with a smile as he straightened his clothes.

Zhu Lin's big eyes were indeed expressive; she smiled and said, "You helped me after all, so I'll take care of your injuries."

As she spoke, she handed Huang Wenbin a paper bag: "This contains ointment for burns. Take it home and apply it two to three times a day. If it's inconvenient for you to apply it, you can come to the hospital and I'll apply it for you."

"No need for that." Huang Wenbin waved his hand casually. "It's just a minor injury; it should be healed in a couple of days."

Zhu Lin nodded: "It's not too serious, but there's no guarantee you won't get infected. So you'd better come over for a check-up tomorrow."

"Oh, right, I need to register your personal information." She handed me a white booklet commonly used in hospitals, along with a pen: "And your contact information."

Huang Wenbin took the pen and wrote down his name and the address of the Beijing Film Studio guesthouse.

After he finished writing, he asked, "How much will the medical expenses be?"

"What medical expenses? Are you trying to embarrass me?" Zhu Lin rolled her eyes at Huang Wenbin and said indifferently, "It's alright, you can go now."

Huang Wenbin smiled sheepishly: "Then I'll take my leave. See you later."

Zhu Lin found it somewhat amusing; who would want to see the doctor again?

"Huang Wenbin?" Zhu Lin glanced at Huang Wenbin's information, read it aloud, and felt like she had heard the name somewhere before.

Then, something occurred to me.

Zhu Lin hurriedly left the department, asked the doctor on duty with her for a short leave, and then returned to her dormitory.

Although she was a native of Yanjing, her father was a professor at Beijing Institute of Technology, having graduated from Tsinghua University, and her mother was a doctor at the Institute of Hygiene.

However, she does not live at home; the college has assigned her a single dormitory room.

Back in her room, Zhu Lin went to the dresser by the wall, opened a drawer, and took out a stack of letters.

These letters were all sent to her by a worker from a state-owned enterprise.

To be honest, the worker fell in love with her at first sight and had been writing to her for several years without interruption.

Zhu Lin was actually very touched, which was a tacit acceptance that he was her boyfriend, and she even considered dating and marrying him directly.

However, she hesitated because she also had dreams and didn't want to be just an ordinary housewife. Instead, she wanted to build her own career.

For example, when she was in college, many directors approached her to act in movies, but neither her school nor her current employer seemed inclined to let her go, and she herself hadn't made up her mind yet.

A month ago, another film crew came to her workplace to ask her to act in a movie.

Zhu Lin was somewhat tempted, but her prospective boyfriend's letter urged her to make a decision and marry him as soon as possible.

She knew the name Huang Wenbin from a letter from her prospective boyfriend.

"Facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming?"

Sure enough, after going through several letters, Zhu Lin found the poem.

It is said that this poem was written by a talented scholar from Yanjing (Beijing), and somehow it spread to the Northwest region and was published in the internal publication of Northwest University.

Because the poem was so well written, it quickly spread and became copied by many young men and women.

In just over a month, it had already spread throughout the entire country.

This prospective boyfriend wasn't highly educated; he could only read and write. However, he was very sincere and honest, which was why Zhu Lin chose him.

A poem that even he liked must be an excellent poem.

When Zhu Lin first saw this poem, she was deeply moved and even thought about meeting the original author of the poem.

Thinking back to the young man she had just seen, she suddenly realized that only such a pure-hearted young man could write such sincere poems.

"Is it the same person?"

Zhu Lin silently recited the poem again, a hint of doubt rising in her mind: "It can't be, how could it be such a coincidence? There's more than one person in the world with that name."

After letting her mind wander for a while, she put the letters back in, straightened them out, pressed down the edges and corners, and then put the letters back into the drawer one by one.

However, she also made a decision in her heart.

That's why she decided to take on that movie. How could she know if she was suited for that path if she didn't try it bravely?

……

the other side.

Huang Wenbin returned to Chen Huaikai's hospital room.

At this point, the whole family had calmed down.

"You two go out for a bit, I have something to say to Wenbin alone," Chen Huaikai said softly to his son and future daughter-in-law, while his wife stayed in the room to look after him.

Huang Wenbin asked, "Uncle Chen, what do you want to tell me?"

"Of course, it's the movie 'Let the Bullets Fly'." Chen Huaikai sighed deeply, saying with regret, "This is my turning point in my career, and it's really important to me. But right now, my body really can't handle it, so I have to trouble you."

Huang Wenbin replied with a smile, "It's no trouble at all. I was one of the main creators anyway."

"That's true, you know better than I what this movie should be like!" Chen Huaikai laughed along, his hands gently rubbing together. "So, don't feel guilty. Even if I edited something wrong earlier, you have to correct me. If anyone criticizes it, just ignore it!"

"Thank you, Uncle Chen." Huang Wenbin knew that Chen Huaikai was worried that he would be restricted, so he specially loosened his restraints.

"The purpose of everything is for the film, for a good film!" Chen Huaikai looked at Huang Wenbin earnestly: "You have a heavy burden on your shoulders, and it may become even heavier in the future, but I believe you have the ability to shoulder it, and you definitely will."

Huang Wenbin said calmly, "I just want to do what I want to do seriously, and incidentally give some small help to the people around me so that we can all improve together."

"That's enough!" Chen Huaikai was in a great mood and said with a smile, "I'll leave 'Let the Bullets Fly' to you. I'm looking forward to watching the movie."

After speaking.

Huang Wenbin and Liang Xiaosheng said goodbye and left.

"You and that female doctor..."

On the way, Liang Xiaosheng couldn't help but ask, "Has anything happened?"

Huang Wenbin said, "That's a hospital, what do you think could happen there?"

Liang Xiaosheng was somewhat speechless: "I just wanted to ask if you applied any ointment or anything, what did you think?"

Huang Wenbin rolled his eyes at him: "Don't give me that."

Then, Chong Liangxiao said in a low voice, "Your pen name should be 'Doorman Qin'!"

Liang Xiaosheng looked completely bewildered: "My surname isn't Qin!"

Back at the Beijing Film Studio, Huang Wenbin first told Xu Xiaoming and Wu Tianming about Chen Huaikai's situation and that he needed to finish editing the film "Let the Bullets Fly".

Xu Xiaoming and Wu Tianming naturally expressed their support. Now that the production team is all set, the rest is more than enough for the two of them.

By the time the actors finished their training and were about to head out to film, Huang Wenbin had almost finished editing the footage.

The next day, Wang Yang personally brought Huang Wenbin to the editing room.

A temporary editing team was appointed, which included Huang Wenbin, assistant director Yu Yang, Zhou Qiyue, and Wang Hua, a senior and obedient editor from the factory.

The four held a small meeting and reached a consensus: they would always prioritize Huang Wenbin's opinions.

Then, the editing officially began.