Lu Ning noticed the change a little late. This was because she maintained the habit of taking a look at the mission every night. She didn't understand why the second stage suddenly opened, but if no other tourists participated, it was Tang Ling's doing.
But what can you do if you know it? The mission of the second stage was even more confusing to her. She even had only a vague idea of her serious mission, and the sudden appearance of the "Fifteen-Year-Old Murder Incident" and the "Red Snow Ball" were even more confusing. There is no information.
However, although Lu Ning found it annoying, she had always been a person who took things as they came. She didn't want to control the overall situation, and now she just wanted to add a few things that needed attention to the necessary matters.
The next day, she visited the studio.
It was the female assistant who received her, and she handled all official matters such as external communications and sending and receiving emails. The space in the apartment is actually not small. It has been slightly modified and turned into a half studio and half living room.
"Miss Lu Ning, Teacher Mao will meet you in ten minutes. Of course, if it is convenient, we can discuss some basic matters here, and it will be convenient for you to communicate with the teacher." The assistant brought Lu Ning into a meeting room He walked into the guest's room and got down to business, "What you told me on the phone was that you wanted to request a manuscript from the teacher? I don't know what the purpose is and what the requirements are?"
"I need two manuscripts." Lu Ning replied with a smile, "One of them is for private use only and does not need to be as sophisticated as commercial use, but has some special requirements. The other one is for publicity, similar to poster requirements, semi-commercial use Yes, this is my first time requesting a painting from an artist. I don’t know the specific situation. Can you tell me about it?”
"Well... Generally speaking, our prices will fluctuate according to the degree of detail and special requirements. Of course, the size of the painting and whether it needs to be electronic or drawn are also different. Let me tell you..."
While the assistant was telling the story, Lu Ning was observing the other person. There was no abnormality in his expression, demeanor or even spirit. After the explanation was over, Lu Ning took the opportunity to continue asking questions.
"I learned about Mr. Mao from Mr. Cui Fu's recommendation. Can you tell me specifically how much you need to pay for a painting like the cover of "Mo Zhong"?"
The assistant smiled: "That is a purely commercial cooperation. If it were a similar situation, the price would be much higher. I believe you have also seen the exquisiteness of the cover, which is different from your requirements."
"Oh fine."
At this time, the assistant's phone vibrated. She took out her phone and took a look. Then she stood up and said, "Teacher Mao is ready to see you. Please come with me."
The largest bedroom in the house was converted into a dedicated studio. When Lu Ning walked in, she saw a man wearing a gray gown sitting in front of the table. His appearance was the same as what he saw online. The assistant did not come in, but motioned at the door for Lu Ning to sit on the chair next to him.
After Lu Ning sat down, Mao Yizheng spoke: "Miss Lu Ning, I already know part of your request before this, but you insist on coming to talk to me, I guess there are some... more details. Need an explanation?"
"That's right, Teacher Mao. Because I hope to use the same font as the one you used on the cover of Mr. Cui Fu's book, I would like to consult in detail - according to my observation, those words do not exist. Were they invented by you? ?”
Mao Yizheng smiled: "I'm just a painter, but I don't have the ability to invent words. Those words were a sample I got from a friend, and I made it into a book cover after slightly artisticizing it. I think These words have a unique sense of beauty, which at least makes me feel that they are very consistent with the content of Cui Fu's book. Of course, there is no need to use it if you need to. To be precise, they are just pictures, beautiful pictures, and no copyright is involved. question."
"I'm a little curious, how many of these characters do you have on your hand?"
"It's not a lot, about two hundred words. This is all I got. If the painting is not big, it should be enough. Of course, I can also imitate the design myself, but it may not be as good as those words. Just as natural."
"Excuse me...can I see the original text? So I can make a selection." Lu Ning asked.
"No problem, I have the printed photos here." Mao Yizheng stood up and took out a bound booklet from the drawer next to him and handed it to Lu Ning.
Lu Ning opened it and found that it was a whole book of printed photos. Each photo was like a copybook.
"Can I ask the origin of these words? If it's inconvenient, forget it."
"Are you interested in calligraphy and painting?" Mao Yizheng smiled.
"I am good at playing chess and have some interest in chess, calligraphy and painting. As the teacher said, these words have been artistically processed by you, but with all due respect, the original fonts have more meaning in them. If there is really a precise meaning in them , that makes people even more interested.”
Mao Yizheng was not angry: "Indeed, words should be the carrier of information, but there are more than 200 words in these copybooks, and none of them are repeated, which increases the difficulty of inference."
"This kind of ancient text without repeated words also existed in ancient my country. That's why I want to know a little bit about it. If it is feasible, I can also use this research as the content of my graduation project. If I don't meet the teacher, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to see the original appearance. ah."
"Hahaha, it's not my fault, I'm just a handler. But it might be a little difficult for you to find my friend."
"Is it... difficult to contact that friend?"
"No, no, no, my friend is not a difficult person to contact. It can even be said that everyone can contact him, but it is difficult to say whether he will answer."
"oh?"
"The person who gave me these copybooks was Li Xilou, the now popular film and television star. We have a very good relationship, so we often give each other some gifts. It's just like you, girl, if there are no conditions, you want to meet alone I'm afraid it will be difficult for Li Xilou." Mao Yizheng said with a smile, "Although it is said that you can meet him at places like fan meetings, it is not easy to ask about this kind of thing in that kind of situation, and in private they are busy , I don’t have the leisure to discuss this at all.”
"Teacher, just tell me, how can I know?"
"Miss Lu Ning, since you want the original version so much, I can help you ask. However, it seems that you are not really asking for the painting, but for the words." Mao Yizheng nodded, "If we talk about Painting is a business, and what we discuss is the price. But asking for words is a favor, and we need to be reasonable."
"...What does Teacher Mao want to say?"
"I'm also very curious, why does Miss Lu Ning want this word so much? She traced it from the cover of a work to me, and then continues. I want to hear the reason."
This Mao Yizheng is also a person who is very curious, but unlike Cui Fu who travels around, Mao Yizheng probably uses this method to learn new things from others. Perhaps Lu Ning had already thought of this when he made the request before.
Lu Ning originally wanted to think about how to make up some clichés, but at this moment, she suddenly remembered the reminder from the waiter before. There is absolutely no need for her to worry so much. The distribution center does not have many restrictions on tourists.
"Teacher Mao, do you want to listen to a story? After listening to it, you may marvel at how magical this world is." Lu Ning lightly snapped her fingers, releasing a cluster of condensed electric light from her fingers.
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"Xilou, your mood is a bit wrong today."
In the north, in a luxury apartment in the outer suburbs of the capital, a woman wearing a bathrobe came out of the bathroom. She gently loosened her cascading black hair and looked at the person sitting on the sofa with some concern.
"...Isn't it very wrong?"
The man on the sofa was thirty-five years old, with a fit figure and a rather masculine appearance. He looked at the woman with a relieved smile.
"I've also been an actor. Your pretense can't fool me. Tell me, what troubles have you encountered?"
The woman smiled and sat next to the man and asked with concern.
Li Xilou gently hugged her and laughed: "I had a nightmare."
"Nightmare? Why is Li Mingxing suffering from a nightmare?" The woman laughed.
"Because it was so real that I thought I had even gone back to the beginning and had it all over again." Li Xilou said softly, "Huan Yu, do you think our happy life is short-lived?"
"Short-lived? Your career is booming. When this year's film awards come out, you might be the Best Actor Li. Everything is developing as we originally planned, right? Except that we haven't had the chance to have a child. They are all perfect... We are already happier than most people in the world." The woman smiled and leaned on Li Xilou, "Xilou, if you are worried about that dream, just talk to me, there is someone with you It's better to chat than to be alone in your heart."
"Well, you go and dry your hair. I ordered a seafood banquet and we'll talk about it later while we eat." Li Xilou cherishedly stroked the woman's hair and said very solemnly.
"good."
The woman jumped up lightly and walked into her room. Li Xilou wiped his face with his hand, and then looked at his fingers carefully.
"Yes...Moshang Guanhua, I chose my ability, but I went back...to the time before everything started."
His voice was so quiet that no one could hear him at all.
"Is this salvation or a favor? I don't remember that I have completely passed the test at the distribution center, but... I returned to reality. Huan Yu is not dead yet, everything has not happened yet, and everything can be undone." He murmured, "With this ability, of course I can easily stop everything that's about to happen. I should feel completely safe, but... I'm still uneasy. Why?"
Small branches slowly began to appear on the fingers. Those branches were winding and coiled, forming a layer of glove-like things on the hands.
"There are some unclean things in this house." Li Xilou stood up from the sofa, "Maybe it's because of this? I didn't know at all at the time... Maybe this conspiracy was earlier than I thought."
He waved his hand gently, and a wave of energy spread out from his hand. In an instant, the world in his field of vision zoomed, and everything moved away from him in a form that transcended space, shrinking, thus turning the world into The dissected "plane".
Allowing oneself to temporarily transcend dimensions is part of the effect that this ability can produce. Li Xilou raised his hand, tapped it a few times, and then pinched it again, and his world returned to its original state.
All those things have been broken into pieces. Even if there is nothing wrong with them on the outside, they have been completely destroyed on the inside. Li Xilou squinted his eyes, glanced around, and nodded. At this moment, he suddenly saw a row of neatly stacked papers in a destroyed box. Due to his actions just now, the fonts on the papers were broken into powder. But the paper itself was not destroyed.
"...What is this?" He frowned. He seemed to have never collected anything like this in his memory.
At this time, the woman had already changed into home clothes and walked out. She was a little surprised when she saw Li Xilou looking at the broken box: "Why is this box broken? When you got it back, you said it was very strong. It’s coming.”
"Huh? Who knows why it suddenly broke. By the way, I forgot the date. When did you get it back?" Li Xilou asked.
"October, I remember it was...the 9th. Yes, you received a script from Director Zhu that day. I have an impression."
Li Xilou smiled: "Yeah, I'm too busy to remember. Speaking of Huanyu, how about you become my assistant? Let Xiao Wang and Xiao Liu run your two clothing stores, and also exercise exercise."
"Being your assistant? Wouldn't that mean I'm your bread?"
"Haha, do we have to divide this between husband and wife? Besides, no one in the world makes me more at ease than you. With you by my side, I can save a lot of worry."
"Where's the agency?"
"As long as the agent doesn't change, it's easy to be an assistant, and the life assistant is still my wife, so they can't say anything."
The woman smiled slyly: "I think you actually want to take me with you, right?"
"Isn't it because it takes too long to make a movie? I always miss you when I can't see you?" Li Xilou walked over and hugged the woman, "Promise me? I promise it won't affect my work."
As long as he was by his side, no one could hurt Liu Huanyu. This was the only thing Li Xilou could guarantee. He didn't dare to let her leave his side for another second, until he could find out everything and completely strangle the possibility of the future.
"Xilou, you have changed a lot. It seems like something happened to me in your nightmare?"
"You... are still so smart."
"I'll be fine."
"Do you know that no matter whether it's a movie or a TV series, something happened after these words were said?"
"I know, but if you are so anxious to keep me by your side, then I'll let you do it. Anyway, I'm really bored at home. Helping you make arrangements can also let me use my brain, which is pretty good." Liu Huanyu wiped. Li Xilou's cheek said, "What you said is not to affect your work."
"Haha, as long as you agree." Li Xilou finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Give me your schedule. Starting today, the new life assistant will go to work!"
Li Xilou took out his cell phone, pulled out his schedule and passed it to Liu Huanyu. Liu Huanyu looked at it carefully, but five minutes later, she asked: "This... what is the invitation to the Red Snow Ball on December 31st? I have never heard of it."
