Buzz - 斠
An extremely subtle sound came, and Qin Yuqiao's ears twitched, noticing that the laser printer not far away was in operation.
After a while, several sheets of A4 paper filled with text were evenly spit out from the paper outlet, which looked like some information.
Qin Yuqiao walked over to pick up the document, and on the way to hand it over to the Seventh Military Advisor, he couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the contents on the paper, and his breathing immediately became tight.
"'Moonlight and Autumn Wind'..."
She read out the ID slowly. Although she did not stop handing it over, a quick glance still made her remember the identity information that followed these four words.
The Seventh Military Advisor looked through the information quietly. Qin Yuqiao stood side by side with him and said hoarsely after a while:
"When I lived with my sister before, I noticed... whenever my friends mentioned this aspect, my sister's breathing would change a little color."
"What's the extent?" The Seventh Military Advisor lowered his eyelids and quickly glanced at the information compiled on the paper.
"It's not serious. To describe it, it's probably a 'flash of unhappiness'."
During the conversation, the Seventh Military Advisor had already finished reading, and the thin sheets of paper were wrinkled like pinch marks in his hands.
"What do you think?" asked the Seventh Military Advisor.
The corners of Qin Yuqiao's lips turned down slightly, with some hesitation and uncertainty: "...it's a dull pain."
Just like when I broke my legs and feet when I was young, and when I was weak, I suffered severe wind and cold. Even if the surface is healed as before, the root of the disease has already taken root and become a chronic disease in the body. I can barely live with it when not touched, but once I touch it, I can't help but feel a dull pain. .
It won't be heartbreaking, but it can't be completely eradicated. measure
There are too many people in the world suffering from this kind of "chronic heart disease", and Qin Jue is one of them.
Qin Yuqiao, who was born as an orphan, had never had a similar life experience. Even though she later absorbed the emotions of different individuals from a large number of confiding emails, she still could not fully empathize with her sister because she knew very little about her past.
After all, it is rare for a woman to disguise herself as a man.
Even if some inferences can be made from common concepts, it is difficult for others to understand how the person is feeling if she does not speak.
Thinking of this, Qin Yuqiao sighed: "Does sister know about this person's existence?"
"I know." The Seventh Military Advisor folded a few pieces of information and stuffed them into the sleeves of his wide robe. "That's her 'home'. Who is in the family and what their background is. Even if she doesn't care, in this special situation, A Ran We will also take the initiative to report.”
At this point, the implication is very clear. measure
"Sister acquiesced to her attention..." Qin Yuqiao looked complicated.
"Don't think too much." The seventh military advisor said in a calm voice, "This is another matter."
Qin Yuqiao responded softly.
She raised her hand to flip the invisible earphones in her hair, calming her mind in the white noise played, and then said good night to the Seventh Army Master.
"Da da" footsteps sounded again, and Qin Yuqiao's figure disappeared behind the door.
After a while, the laser printer's indicator light came on again.
The little robot held up the freshly prepared materials and sent them to the Seventh Army Division. measure
This time, there was no woman's face in the photo printed on the paper, but an old man with a disheveled appearance and a vaguely despicable appearance.
He was wearing an unconventional medical white coat, and there were pictures of several test tubes juxtaposed with the half-length portrait.
Chi!
The paper was crumpled into a crumpled ball in the hands of the Seventh Military Advisor.
"Still alive."
His voice became colder and colder, and his gaze passed over the high-rise buildings and landed on the giant sign of "Qinyi Technology", as if he wanted to see its founder through it.
"What's the use of you?"
When the last words of this sentence fell, the Seventh Military Advisor had already regained his composure.
"Chi Chuan." He said.
The screen in the spacious room dimmed, and an ordinary man with an unremarkable appearance appeared on the screen, bowing slightly to the Seventh Army Master.
"Catch him, let him speak, let him write."
"yes."
Chi Chuan responded respectfully, "I will consider the possibility of the development of every public opinion and leave enough favorable evidence."
After saying that, he paused:
"After this……?"
"killed."
A dark net drags along the ground.
…
Qin Jue was forced to sleep in a hotel in Shanghai tonight.
A dreamless night. The next day, she woke up before the alarm clock rang, hastily made breakfast, and rushed to the filming location.
"Little Crazy" Frandy Fonsee gave her a ridiculous amount of endorsements for vintage clothes, but because it was a long-term plan, Qin Jue did not need to complete all the work in one day, and her schedule for the day was quite loose. measure
Arriving at the studio, Shen Zhenzhen and others had been communicating with the foreign stylists opposite for a long time. These professionals knew her clothing size and facial structure better than Qin Jue himself. Almost as soon as she entered the door, Qin Jue was greeted with over-enthusiasm. in front of the mirror and dressing table.
"A very perfect face!"
“Perfect figure!”
Qin Buoyue couldn't help but feel ashamed after being pushed back and forth: "Guys, you got into the state a bit fast."
"Oh, dear Zayde, models like you easily inspire my creations!"
Grayson, the makeup director with a head of two-toned curly hair, praised in a charming tone, "You have a decadent vitality, you know? Modern retro needs this kind of flavor!"
"Grayson, what we are going to shoot is an advertisement." The man with a high ponytail and a suit on the side emphasized, "Commercial advertisement."
"Ignore that guy, Darren is always thinking about how to make more money."
Grayson ignored the reminder that fell next to him and said to Qin Jue, "What we are pursuing is art! What is art? I am free to bloom. Do you want to buy it or not!"
Dai Lun glanced at him angrily and stretched out his hand to Qin Jue:
"Hello, Mr. Qin, it's an honor to cooperate with you."
Then he said: "I'm really sorry, Grayson used to be obsessed with luxury micro-movies, so..."
As he spoke, he let go of Qin Jue's hand and pointed at his head.
Qin Jue laughed. At the same time, she was pulled by Grayson to change her direction. This guy was addicted to comparing her with a whole set of ancient clothes. He had to turn around and continue to ask:
"Luxury brands and Vintage (retro second-hand goods) sound very different. Why did Grayson change careers?"
"Because they don't understand my art!" Grayson yelled.
"Because all the luxury micro-movies he directed did not sell well." Darren explained calmly.
"Shut up, Darren!" Grayson quickly put on Qin Jue's coat and took it off quickly, "Mavallo, Velivon, Arvanae... those big luxury brands Concept films in recent years have become increasingly ugly! With meaningless slow motion, insubstantial background music, and specious expressions, you can’t even tell from the short films what they want to sell!”
Darren lowered his head and rubbed his forehead: "Brands and products need to embody concepts, while advertising needs to show atmosphere and temperament - forget it."
He shrugged and showed a friendly smile to Qin Jue who was being tortured: "Thank you for your hard work."
"Throw your hypocritical care aside, you bastard." Grayson was able to look at Qin Jue and her tie with a smile on his face, while mocking Darren with no restraint in his tone, "Zayde is different. I have done back-up acting, and I know that he is not only a natural clothes hanger, but also a very clever actor - my work needs to tell a story! And he is suitable!"
Darren was surprised: "You can also do back tune?"
Grayson: "...Get out!"
Qin Jue was dumbfounded by their cross talk. What was even more surprising was that Dai Lun actually walked out of the studio. To a certain extent, this meant that he was not the one who really had the right to speak in this collaboration.
Thinking of this, Qin Jue looked at Grayson, who winked at her mischievously and said in a soft but pleasant voice:
"——BOSS obviously prefers people like me, what do you think?"
Qin Jue was dumbfounded, then smiled for a second.
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