Huayu: From charlatan to great entertainer

Chapter 379: Bingbing's showdown, Xiao Liu... (Two chapters added for the leader, a girl named Gu Nan)

In Lower Manhattan, Bingbing pushed open the frosted glass door with "Alexander Wang" written on it.

The door hinges creaked softly, and the midday sun slanted into the studio. The young designer looked up and saw the girl who came in smiling. She was wearing the minimalist series of fashion he designed.

Obviously he had done his homework.

The linen and silk jumpsuit draped like a waterfall, the ivory fabric hugged the figure and had a high waistline that tightened two inches below the ribs.

The pleats are naturally stacked along the waist and hip curves, and the trouser legs spread out at the ankles, revealing the bony ankles.

The sleeveless design reveals the round and smooth shoulders of the actress. A bead of sweat accumulates in the depression of the collarbone, sparkling in the sunlight with her breathing.

"Great Designer, long time no see."

Wang Daren was dazed for a moment, knocking the tailor's scissors on the table. He stood up with a smile and said, "Big star, welcome to my little studio."

Then he exclaimed in admiration, "No wonder Galliano and Anna are full of praise for her. Sister Bingbing is indeed a natural clothes hanger."

Bingbing has an hourglass figure, which is rare among mainland actresses, and is also a rare type among petite and slender Asian actresses.

The waist-to-hip ratio is about 0.67, close to the golden ratio of 0.7. This curve is an ideal carrier for haute couture dresses.

The shoulder width and hip circumference are basically equal, forming an "X-shaped" outline, which can easily handle designs that emphasize curves, such as waist-hugging puffy skirts and fishtail skirts.

Later, Vogue called her "the perfect interpreter of the oriental hourglass figure" and she was able to handle the complex tailoring of high-end brands such as Armani Privé and Elie Saab.

It is worth mentioning that mainland actress Zhang Yuqi and actress Gong Huang both have more or less similar body features.

These three are all from Shandong Province in my country, and it can be said that the local environment shapes the local people.

Bingbing said a few words modestly and sat down on the sofa: "Daren, I have to attend some business activities tomorrow, and Fashion Week starts the day after tomorrow. I came here specially today to treat you to dinner."

"Knock knock!" There was a knock on the door.

Bingbing's assistant Song Xiu handed over a gift wrapped in antique style. To fashion designer Wang Daren, it was obviously no ordinary item.

"Daren, I brought you a small gift." Bingbing opened it on the spot. It was a set of Longquan celadon plum green glaze tea set, including a covered bowl and two tea cups.

"This is Longquan celadon, which was selected as a national intangible cultural heritage in 2006. I see Lu Kuan used to enjoy visiting painting and art exhibitions. I think this will be of some benefit to those of you involved in visual arts."

Wang Daren was a man of Western etiquette and didn't use any overly polite words. He immediately expressed his gratitude with surprise, "Thank you, thank you. This is such a wonderful thing! It's a treasure of our ancestors' art. It's absolutely beautiful."

The Chinese designer took out the handwritten note from the package and read it carefully:
"The glaze is like a ripe plum, and the shape is inspired by the minimalist style of the Song Dynasty. The inner wall of the covered bowl is engraved with a lotus pattern, which looks like ripples in the water when the light is caught."

"The porcelain body is translucent, and the porcelain body is as thin as 2 mm. When the light is against the glaze, the glaze reveals an ice crackle texture, as if the misty rain of Jiangnan is condensed into the glaze."

"The sound is like the sound of a chime, and a light tap on the cup has a lingering rhythm, which is similar to the beauty of the scattered notes of the guqin."

He carefully put the porcelain back and thanked her again.

Then he said excitedly, "Sister Bingbing, don't rush to leave now that you're here. There will be a designer gathering after Fashion Week. All the famous designers will be discussing their creativity together. If you don't mind, let's go and have a look."

Bingbing smiled and said, "Okay, I'd be disrespectful to refuse."

The big actress looked at her watch and said, "Then you go ahead and do your work, Daren. I just came to see you. I'll be leaving now. See you the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll take you out." Even Wang Daren, who had no idea about welcoming and seeing off guests, was now quite polite like a Chinese.

This is where Bingbing’s social skills lie.

The resources that Boss Lu introduced to her were actually limited, but she could always find opportunities in every gap and corner, allowing herself to take root deeply and climb to the top.

When he first came down the mountain, Boss Lu decided to plant two cash cows in the domestic entertainment industry and chose two truths in the entertainment industry that were later proven to be true, Xiao Liu and Bingbing.

In view of their different ages and characteristics, fashion resources were given to Bingbing, and she was taken to the Vogue headquarters to meet Anna Wintour and Galliano. She also had a close personal relationship with Zhang Yu, the editor-in-chief of the newly launched Chinese version of Vogue.

This completely established her position as the top fashion actress in the domestic entertainment industry. She currently holds the endorsement for LV in Greater China and is also the spokesperson for Dior's perfume product line.

Liu Yifei chose this ascetic path of an actor on her own, but she is also the biggest beneficiary of Lu Kuan's Internet resources.

The relationship between the two is rather subtle in the domestic entertainment industry, with very few direct intersections or conflicts. Wang Daren, who has been developing abroad and obsessed with his design career, naturally doesn't know about it.

Otherwise, he would call Boss Lu first and report everything in detail.

Unfortunately, this Chinese designer is still staying in the design studio at this moment, leisurely admiring the Longquan celadon tea set with its five colors of ink and the myriad aspects of blue.

He didn't know that a good show he had inadvertently directed was about to be staged.

On September 2007, 9, the morning mist in New York's Bryant Park had not yet dissipated, but the iconic white tent of Fashion Week was already illuminated by spotlights.

Rosh Hashanah hasn't even arrived yet, but the city is already eagerly wrapping itself in caramel-colored trench coats and diving into the new season's fashion frenzy.

In the concrete jungle of Midtown Manhattan, the temporary show venue in Bryant Park looks like a suspended cloud hat.

The top of the tent is covered with gradient silver-gray fabric, which reflects fine spots of light under the morning sun. A huge crystal chandelier hangs down at the entrance, forming a cold contrast with the black velvet carpet on the ground.

The security guards were wearing the same midnight blue uniform, and the words "VIP channel is ready" came from their headsets one after another.

Backstage at Tent 8, the hissing of steam irons mingled with French swear words.

Russian supermodel Natalia had veins bruised by her corset, and the makeup artist was using acrylic paint to draw "mechanical cracks" on her collarbone. Wang Daren was watching with great interest when he was suddenly interrupted by his local accent.

"Daren, here!"

Liu Yifei and Jing Tian had just arrived in a luxury car and came over to say hello to the host of the invitation letter backstage.

"Crystal, long time no see!" Wang Daren knew that she was not used to Western-style hugs and kisses, so he just shook her hand.

"Long time no see, thank you for helping me match clothes every season and sending them to me, haha!"

Xiao Liu took Da Tiantian's shoulder and said, "This is my friend Jing Tian. Please take care of her in the future."

The two shook hands and exchanged a few words. Wang Daren said with regret:

"The last time you and Director Lu came to the hospital in New York, I was in Paris seeing an exhibition. I'm so sorry."

"When I came back, you were already traveling to Italy."

This is about Xiao Liu who was disturbed by the right wing in July and suffered from dissociative aphasia.

Concubine Liu Yi smiled and said, "Why are you being polite? You're becoming less and less like an ABC. Have you been assimilated by us?"

"Haha, the more I interact with you, the more I feel that the mainland way of interacting is more humane. Now I feel very close when talking to my mainland friends."

Speaking of this, he inevitably thought of the domestic entertainment actress whom he had just met the day before, who was very experienced in socializing.

"There are many Chinese faces at this New York Fashion Week. I just saw Du Juan backstage."

"And Fan Bingbing, who worked with you on that fairy tale TV series. I even designed costumes for you."

When Liu Yifei suddenly heard a sensitive name, her face changed suddenly. Even Jing Tian was surprised and her eyes lingered on Xiao Liu's face.

"Daren, why are you standing here? No wonder I didn't see you in the backstage." Before the two of them could react, another familiar local accent was heard.

Bingbing still had the demeanor of a rising star, walking towards this side in a charming manner.

Her graceful steps and charming demeanor quickly attracted the attention of those in the interview area.

But when she got closer, she saw Liu Yifei and Jing Tian turned around, and she was also in a trance for a few seconds.

No one had thought that the final farewell and reunion after the completion of "Zhu Xian 2" would be under such circumstances.

That day, Bingbing overheard the conversation between Su Chang and Liu Yifei in the dressing room, which led to the photo scandal for which she risked her life.

Everyone knows what happened next.

Under the spotlight of the Bryant Park show, Liu Yifei's thin white suit was like a cold blade drawn from its sheath.

The Italian silk fabric draped like a glacier, and the waist-hugging cut sculpted her figure into a bamboo-like shape, revealing half an inch of silver thread embroidery at the folded cuffs.

Jing Tian stood beside her, the hem of her mint green silk skirt brushing against Liu Yifei's trouser legs, and the jade bracelet on her wrist swayed slightly as she adjusted her hair, just like a spring stream hitting a snow wall.

Bingbing walked towards the few people with graceful steps. His black silk shirt was like the turbulent night, with three buttons on the collar half-open, and the lace trim under his collarbone was like a spider web catching moths.

It’s a pity that what she has to face today are not tiny flying insects.

In New York's top fashion shows, these Chinese faces are far from being the protagonists.

But in this unique setting today, the three bodies of black, white and blue formed a beautiful yet dangerous triangle under the spotlight. Bingbing's diamond reflected rainbow spots, which happened to fall on the pearl necklace on Liu Yifei's collarbone.

Jing Tian couldn't stand the sudden solemn atmosphere, so she took a step back while bending down to pick up the show invitation.

Only the collision of black and white was left, and a dead silence exploded in the silence.

Bingbing came to his senses and suddenly hesitated in his steps.

I haven't felt this way for a long time since I met Lu Kuan.

Feeling of lack of confidence.

She had tried so hard to climb up, and later on, she walked upwards. Even now, she still had the beautiful dream that Boss Lu had woven for her in her heart.

He becomes his own capital and a wealthy family, and tramples under his feet all those who have bullied him.

In fact, Bingbing has increasingly felt that he is getting closer to this goal. At least last month, when he went to perform at Iles, the largest jewelry company in Taiwan, Qiong Yao, who was on the same stage with him, shook his hand and greeted him, reminiscing about the past.

At that moment, the old woman who had cursed herself for her life as a maid seemed to have even the wrinkles on her face come alive.

Bingbing walked closer and closer, looked at the nightmare-like pretty face, and pursed his lips slightly.

She thought about it.

As long as Concubine Liu Yi used her status as her real girlfriend to demonstrate and vilify her in front of her, she would "fight back without mercy" no matter what and confront her head-on.

No matter how that person framed, severely punished, or pushed you to the bottom afterwards.

Also do not hesitate.

Even though the top star was chilled to the bone in her heart, her face was still as scorching as the sun. However, before Bingbing could show her strong fighting spirit, it was dispelled by a gentle smile.

Concubine Liu Yi smiled brightly and walked over to Bingbing, giving her a gentle hug and kissing her cheek: "Sister Bingbing, long time no see."

The moment the two bodies, which were favored by the Creator, touched each other, Liu Yifei's pearl earrings hit Bingbing's diamond earrings.

Xiao Liu supported the opponent's waist with his left hand, and the ring on his hand just happened to press down the rose embroidery on the hem of the latter's shirt;

Bingbing's right fingertips brushed across the back collar of her suit, and the red nail polish left a half-crescent mark on the ultra-fine wool.

It separated at the first touch, but it had already killed many rolls of film present.

Even though this is not the home turf of the two Chinese actresses, no one can ignore the intersection of oriental aesthetics, which is too eye-catching.

"Yi Fei, Jing Tian, ​​you are here too?"

Jing Tian also became famous because of the auction of her painting which was priced at 1500 million yuan. She has been on the same screen with Lu Kuan. The big star has always done things perfectly.

Da Tiantian shook her hand and said, "Nice to meet you, hello, Bingbing."

Bingbing's heels were higher, which made Concubine Liu Yi, who was three or four centimeters taller than him, lose her advantage of looking down on him.

There was a moment of silence. It seemed like the two hadn't looked at each other so closely for a long time.

Because there is always a vague figure between them, which is powerful enough to block their voices and sight from inquiring about each other.

Bingbing almost forgot himself. When did he stop mentioning Concubine Liu Yi in front of him?

It seems that this is the day when the young yamen official Liu Zeyu is ready to flee overseas and take a gamble. (Chapter 211)
After Lu Kuan drove away that day, two lines of tears extinguished her restless heart, and for the first time she tasted the edges and corners given to her by her lover.

Concubine Liu Yi suddenly recalled the first time she met Fan Bingbing. It was when Lu Kuan accompanied the famous actress to attend the press conference for Zhang Jizhong's "Tian Long". (Chapter 32)
At the buffet at the Media Center, the playboy Washing Machine cut off her relationship with Jiang Qinqin because of her control and constant entanglement.

Throw away the first piece of clothing that is discarded like a worn-out shoe.

However, Bingbing tentatively approached her after their first meeting at Mei Yanfang's home in Hong Kong, and since then he willingly fell into a black hole-like love net, which has been constantly devouring her mind and flesh and blood until today.

The 15-year-old girl and the 20-year-old actress at that time have now become almost luxurious figures at the top of the domestic entertainment pyramid.

One is a chosen entertainment industry player who has embarked on a path to greatness in this life;

One is a smart girl who was gradually matured by the old demon of two lives.

When they met unexpectedly again, they both smiled at each other with great grace and sophistication.

It seems that the man does not exist in this world at all, and they are just acquaintances who have worked together in the industry.

Wang Daren, the only one who didn't seem to have any clues, smiled and said, "I'm having a good time today. We're all familiar faces. You guys can chat first. I'll go in and do some work."

So the only one left in the audience was Jing Tian, ​​who followed the two heroines closely, her ears perked up with gossip.

This kind of melon-eating position doesn't even give you a chance to have a wider road.

"What is Sister Bingbing busy with recently?"

"I've just been watching shows lately. All the major fashion shows for autumn and winter have started early, and reading scripts. It's not too busy."

Liu Yifei smiled and said, "Siwei has been praising you in front of me. You are the material that can be a real female star."

"Yang Siwei?" Bingbing raised an eyebrow, his expression bright. "She's very spiritual. We met at Sister Hua's place."

"What about you? Why are you still in America?"

The big actress seemed to remember something and said angrily, "Princess Yi, please be careful and don't be harassed by those scum again."

"It's okay, I'm studying here and will go back at the end of the year." Liu Yifei nodded in thanks.

She knew that when the public opinion counterattack against the right wing was launched in July, this famous actress also forwarded the message in support.

In fact, Xiao Liu is not a particularly aggressive person. She is quite calm and composed.

If Lu Kuan hadn't been around, maybe they could have become friends after co-starring in two "Zhu Xian" movies.

I wonder if Bingbing was also thinking of "Zhu Xian" as he said with some emotion: "When we finished filming, Wu Ershan said that we should get together every time the Travel Channel broadcasts the show."

"In the end, he didn't know how he was..."

If I continue this, I will have to talk about that name that is as inconvenient to mention as Voldemort.

Bingbing fell silent and changed the subject: "Yi Fei, Jing Tian, ​​shall we go in? The show is about to start."

Even now, the famous actress has not forgotten Jing Tian, ​​who is willing to be a nobody today.

"Well, let's go."

"Ok."

Jing Tian, ​​who was behind the two men, swallowed hard, still recalling and trying to grasp the subtle meaning between the lines of their conversation.

only. . .

Why does it feel like we are all reminiscing about the past?

Da Tiantian didn't understand. When two armies confront each other, they don't start fighting with real weapons right away.

One thousand eight hundred years ago, Xiang Yu and Liu Bang faced each other across a 300-meter-wide ravine in Xingyang. They first reminisced about the glorious days when they were brothers, which led to the strange story that Xiang Yu wanted to cook and kill Liu's father, and the old gangster jokingly said, "Give me a share."

Although these two people cannot be said to have any deep friendship, there is no reason for them to start fighting and killing each other as soon as they meet.

Bingbing is a man who hides his weapon and is decisive in killing. Xiao Liu has always been gentle and kind, with a sense of being invincible.

How could an encounter between them of such a level be as unaesthetic as the quarrel between ordinary shrews?

The three women entered and sat down in the first row, slightly to the left, but they didn't attract much attention.

Everyone's attention was focused on the fashion show that was about to begin.

Xiao Liu, wearing a coat, looked at the preparations for the upcoming show in the venue with a playful look;
Bingbing also sat in a dignified posture, and her pair of captivating eyes seemed unable to focus.

Not to mention Da Tiantian, she was just secretly glad that she was not sitting between the two of them.

Although there is no overly strong smell of gunpowder, the aura of these two heroines is really incomparable to the current sweet girl.

The little white rabbit accidentally entered the dark forest.

Fortunately, Marc Jacobs' opening show started with the sound of subway station announcements, so this embarrassing scene did not last too long.

When best friends get together, they will joke and play around, and ordinary friends can at least catch up and reminisce about past shared experiences.

But Xiao Liu and Bingbing have indeed pondered the "passionate years" of the past four or five years and have already reminisced about all the past events they could.

They also showed great courtesy and concern for each other, and avoided heated discussions on sensitive issues.

Because they all knew that even if they discussed it again, it would be impossible for that man to be put aside and jointly developed.

Concubine Liu Yi didn't want to think about it, and Bingbing didn't dare to think about it.

She knew that as long as Liu Yifei was still in the position of girlfriend, it would be impossible.

Otherwise, why would I have gone through all that two years ago?
Otherwise, with Lu Kuan's desire for control and his ability to manipulate people's hearts, this pure girl who fell in love at first sight might have become a plaything.

He can also enjoy the happiness of having many wives with ease.

Obviously, she did what she couldn't do.

In other words, Bingbing never expected that he could do it, and never even thought about it.

At ten o'clock sharp, the lights in the main tent of the show suddenly dimmed.

The electronic music prelude was like an ice pick breaking through a window, and the laser beam cut through the ambergris mist in the air.

The opening model wore a camel cashmere cape, the hem of her cape swept across the dry ice at the edge of the catwalk, stirring up a miniature sandstorm.

There were many Chinese photographers and reporters at the scene, who suddenly noticed two beautiful girls in the front row who were concentrating on watching the show.

Gossipers were whispering to each other, not only marveling at their starry eyes, white teeth, and fair skin, but also at their relationship.

How did these two sit together?

Some of the rumors have gradually faded into obscurity, but many people still remember the birthday drama two years ago.

There are no secrets in the Internet age, and photos from the scene were quickly transmitted back to China.

Zhuo Wei's Fengxing Studio on Blog.com reacted the fastest and quickly produced a special feature, digging deep into the two's experiences of appearing together and working together over the past few years.

The Weibo topic “#Liu Yifei and Fan Bingbing watch a show side by side in New York#” has become a hit.

With just one picture at the beginning, countless netizens, fans of Tianxian, Bingbing, and washing machine haters participated in it, creating the first gossip in the domestic entertainment industry in September.

Thanks to the anti-black and support activities in the past few years, and also thanks to Yang Siwei's steady fan management, Xiao Liu's fans have always been very active on the Internet.

It is inevitable that there will be some playful criticism.

"Xixi's white suit is instantly iconic. It's the perfect combination of a career-defining female boss and a pure, innocent little white flower. Even the black lace next door, no matter how alluring, is still a 'concubine-only skin.' Oh, and where's the washing machine?"

"In 2007, people in my county were still wearing red underwear to ward off evil spirits, but the fairies were already sweeping New York with their white suits! Some people are wearing lace and black stockings in three-piece suits. I suggest you go directly to Taobao and become a hot-selling model!"

"I like Bingbing. She's stylish, elegant, and bright. But I like Yifei even more. She's like my fantasy girl. What I hate most is the washing machine. Ha! Too!"

Bingbing's fans are not weak at all. Because of the difference in age structure, in terms of purchasing power alone, they even surpass Tianxian fans.

Money can give people courage, and the voices of counterattack on the Internet will be louder.

"Little brats, if you like Liu Yifei, just drink Pepsi and don't show off here. Do you know how high the threshold for purchasing luxury goods is for the products that Bingbing will endorse at the fan meeting?"

"Bingbing's black lace stockings are a classic look for mature women, and Liu Yifei's white suit. Did she just attend the village entrepreneur commendation meeting? Or maybe she should make a cameo appearance on Teacher Zhao's "Country Love"?"

"I don't know what Liu Yifei's fans are so proud of? Announced this year, breaking up next year. You don't believe there's still love in the entertainment industry, do you? They make it seem so real, it's ridiculous!"

Damn it?

The spraying is quite good.

It has been a long time since Liu Yifei’s fans encountered such a strong opponent. They quickly connected on major platforms and penguin groups, with one wave higher than the other.

"Hilarious! Xixi's sitting posture at the show is even more dignified than in 'Along the River During the Qingming Festival.' And who's the guy next to her twisting himself into 'Night Banquet of Han Xizai' trying to serve?"

"The fairy is dressed in white, she's Guanyin descending to earth to save the washing machine. Sister Bingbing, you're dressed in black and look like a spider spirit. Don't you want to make up?"

"Sissi pulls off this androgynous white suit like a queen, but compared to your 'nightclub promotion' with those black stockings, it seems the difference is pretty clear, right?"

"I didn't have any ill feelings towards Bingbing before, but I always felt a little disgusted when I saw the soft copy you bought about 'outshining XX'. Why aren't you using it today? Are you being outshined by the beauty?"

"Is Ms. Fan's black stockings bulletproof? No? Then how can they protect against Xixi's official announcement?"

The Internet is full of talented people, and all kinds of witty remarks and famous memes are flying around, attracting many people to participate.

Zhuo Wei forwarded a group of photoshopped pictures from unethical netizens——

Liu Yifei's white suit was photoshopped into a "Legally Blonde" poster with the caption: I personally defend the chastity of the washing machine!
Bingbing's black stockings were photoshopped into the bride's battle suit in "Kill Bill", with the caption: Wear the sexiest stockings and dig the wildest men.

Finally, Boss Lu was photoshopped into the rooftop confrontation scene from "Infernal Affairs", with the caption: Give me a chance, I just want to play with women.

To be in the entertainment industry, one must be prepared to be entertained by the public. Needless to say, Boss Lu has never done anything to prevent people from speaking out, except for malicious framing, insults and slander.

Both Xiao Liu and Bingbing are already familiar with these things.

Even if I don't know it now, I will just smile when I see the storm on the Internet after I go back. The key to victory or defeat has never been the volume of the voice.

The scene was still a dynamic and delicate catwalk show. Until the Chinese model Du Juan appeared, the three actresses applauded softly.

A burst of light music started and the lights on the stage suddenly dimmed.

There was an uproar in the audience, and everyone finally realized why the brightness in the venue had to be lowered.

Liu Yifei stood at the side of the show, her eyes fixed on a glowing long dress that was slowly approaching.

This is an experimental work by designer Hussein. Countless LED beads on the skirt create galaxy-like ripples as the model walks.

Xiao Liu suddenly remembered her boyfriend's recent troubles and turned her head to ask Wang Daren, who was praising her, "Is that an LED light on the skirt?"

"Yes!"

"This is Hussein Chalayan's 'Airborne' collection, and this dress has 15000 LED lights on it."

"The designer wanted to use the changing brightness of LED lights to symbolize the changing seasons and the cycle of life. I've seen this before in Paris, but today's is even more impressive and the colors are even more gorgeous."

LED?

Concubine Liu Yi suddenly had an idea and quickly came up with an idea in her mind!

If we are worried that the high density of people or bad weather conditions will cause the ground LED modules to malfunction and turn the screen black, is it okay to let the actors wear LED costumes to perform?
In this way, can we reduce the scale of ground LEDs used and thus reduce the probability of failure?
In other words, 15000 LED lights can be densely distributed on such a skirt, and they can be divided into zones and colors when flashing.

Is there any leading technology that can inspire him?
Xiao Liu instantly forgot the strange atmosphere of sitting with Bingbing and whispered to Wang Daren, "Can you introduce this designer?"

"what happened?"

"The Lukuan Olympics has issues involving LEDs, and this skirt should give him some inspiration for solutions."

No matter how quietly they spoke, Bingbing, sitting next to them, couldn't have failed to hear them. But hearing doesn't mean understanding, so how could she possibly understand the difficulties and obstacles Lu Kuan encountered in his work and life?

The leading actress looked at the glowing floor-length dress on the runway, which in just a few tens of seconds went from the slightly green and vibrant spring to the pure white and cold and suffocating winter.

Bingbing suddenly felt a little sad, as if he had never really participated in his life.

He was busy galloping forward on the road to success that he had paved for himself, watching shows, commercial performances, movies, and announcements, and tirelessly climbing to the top of the pyramid to grab as much of Huayi's original equity as possible.

But is there anything wrong with this?

Isn't this his greatest expectation for himself? Isn't this my greatest value to him?

Bingbing's eyes met Xiao Liu's for a moment. The latter nodded slightly at her, lowered his body and went backstage with Wang Daren.

He should be going to find the designer Hussein they just talked about.

Looking at Concubine Liu Yi's anxious face, Bingbing seemed to realize something.

After a little more thought, it was like being shrouded in fog and mist, making it difficult to see the truth.

Backstage, designer Hussein gave Liu Yifei a warm hug after being introduced by Wang Daren: "Crystal, I've seen your posts on Mytube and watched your movies."

Xiao Liu, who was asking for help, eloquently said, "The long, shimmering dress you wore just now was absolutely stunning. Congratulations on winning the audience's praise!"

"Thank you! Thank you!" The young designer looked excited. It was her first time to be a specially invited guest at the exhibition.

After a few pleasantries, Wang Daren got straight to the point: "Crystal's boyfriend is the chief director of the Beijing Olympics. They've encountered some problems with the LEDs and wanted to ask about your skirt..."

Hussein, an immigrant from Central Asia, exclaimed in amazement, "Really? That's great! The Beijing Olympics are the pride of all of Asia. What do you want to ask?"

Xiao Liu took a closer look at the LED skirt that had just left the stage, lightly touching the surface of the skirt with his fingertips.

Discovering that the light beads were embedded in a flexible silicone grid, and that each petal-shaped circuit unit flickered independently, she suddenly asked, "Are these LEDs powered individually?"

"Yes," Hussein explained, "this dress has been improved compared to the one I wore in Paris last year. It uses the latest ad hoc network technology."

The designer called her assistant, who was actually her Harvard boyfriend, and said, "Dear, this is Crystal from China. I want to know something about LED technology. This is your major, so..."

"Wait a moment! Wait a moment!" Liu Yifei took out her cell phone from her bag and dialed directly to Beiping.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Boss Lu, who was in the middle of an intense discussion with the creative team at the Olympic Building, hung up the phone.

Xiao Liu hit again.

Hang up and call again!
"Sorry, wait a moment." Lu Kuan walked out of the office, thinking that his girlfriend was going to say some sweet words to him as usual, so he prepared to comfort her and come back quickly.

But before she hung up, she knew that I was busy, and she would be very sensible and send a few messages to ease her longing.

Did something happen today?

As soon as the call was connected, she started to scold him: "Washing machine, you've grown up. You hung up on me two or three times!"

"Have you never thought that if I were in danger now and asked you for help?"

Boss Lu: “…”

"Maybe calling 911 would be faster. By the time I get there, I can only burn paper money for you."

"Go away!" Xiao Liu smiled unconsciously. The purity and brightness of a twenty-year-old girl made Wang Daren and Hussein smell the sour stench of love.

"I'm not going to ramble on with you. I had an LED dress at my New York Fashion Week show. Maybe it'll inspire you."

"Go to the office, turn on your computer, and search for LED Four Seasons Long Dress on Mytube to see if there are any new videos."

"Ah? Oh!"

Boss Lu didn't react for a moment. He glanced at the closed door of the conference room and knew that Liu Yifei would not joke about this matter. He walked quickly to the director's office without hanging up the phone.

纽约时装周每年2-3月是春夏、8-9月是秋冬，从2006年起就在Mytube及各大电视台直播，视频网站的切片很多。

Lu Kuan was also stunned. He had recently organized many discussions with LED experts and was considered an expert.

"Quick! Give the phone to someone!"

Designer Hussein's boyfriend, who studies science and engineering, answered the phone, hesitated for a few words, and the two began to communicate in English.

In short, the three people on the side didn't understand at all, and had no idea what the "modular independent units", "self-organizing networks" and "pressure distribution" that the two people were talking about meant.

The show music in the front stage changed several times, and this small space in the backstage seemed to have become a temporary academic exchange corner.

Until Bingbing and Jingtian came over together.

The famous actress even suspected that Lu Kuan had run away to New York, because he disappeared as soon as Liu Yifei mentioned him.

"Okay, okay, thank you very much! Please give the phone to Crystal, we'll keep in touch."

Liu Yifei was listening intently to their conversation, not noticing Bingbing and the other man approaching. She excitedly answered the phone, "How's it going? How's it going?"

"it works!"

The director was dancing with excitement in his office, and his scruffy beard, which had been working all night, seemed to have become more lively: "Xixi, you are really my lucky star!"

"Let me tell you, we can imitate the flexibility of the silicone substrate of this skirt and divide the Olympic floor screen into hexagonal LED modules of different sizes, each of which has a built-in micro battery and pressure sensor."

"Adjacent modules transmit data and power through magnetic contacts. Even if one part is damaged, the surrounding modules can reconfigure the signal path, just like when an LED on a skirt goes out, the other LEDs immediately fill the gap!"

Xiao Liu was delighted: "That sounds simple. You are all just average experts!"

Boss Lu sighed: "Well, how can I put it?"

"In terms of technology alone, domestic universities have achieved results, but there has been a lack of application scenarios and industry integration, resulting in a shortage of talent capable of solving complex problems."

"Okay, I won't tell you anymore. I need to find an expert to verify it. We have to test it to see if it works."

Concubine Liu Yi said anxiously: "Hey, hey, don't hang up yet! You... do you miss me..."

Good guy, you've been holding it in until now before you get bored as usual. You still know the priorities.

"Yes! I want to eat the strawberry tips!"

"Get lost! I'm hanging up!" Xiao Liu held the microphone tightly as if he was guilty of a crime.

Although I had walked away to answer the phone, I was still afraid that the sweet and sweet secrets that came out during lovemaking would be heard by others.

If someone guesses what it means, it would be socially disastrous.

"OK Bye Bye."

Beep, beep, beep…

Concubine Liu Yi turned her head with a blush on her face. Bingbing, caught off guard, felt lonely for a moment, then put on a smiling face again very naturally.

"Jing Tian and I were worried that something might happen to you, so we came to check on you."

"Well, it's okay."

Bingbing's eyelashes trembled slightly, casting tiny shadows under his eyelids, and the corners of his mouth maintained a social upward curve.

But Liu Yifei, who has good basic acting skills, can observe that her smile seems to be torn by an invisible thread.

She was wearing a mask.

Xiao Liu has never been a fool, and he also learned from Lu Kuan the origin of the photo taken two years ago.

But at this moment, she still felt a little sympathetic as she looked at Bingbing's black lace shirt, which was dyed purple-red like blood clots by the emergency light.

Against the backdrop of her snow-white skin, the holes in the obsidian on the necklace on her chest looked like those burned by cigarette butts, and seemed to still emit the aroma of burnt flesh.

This cigarette butt should be the phone call between me and Lu Kuan just now, and the blushing joy on my face.

Bingbing thought he had concealed it well and stepped forward: "Fei Yi, long time no see, let's have a drink together tonight."

The famous actress has an urge to show her cards.

"it is good."
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Pier One, Brooklyn Bridge Park, New York, open-air bar.

The agreed time was 6:30 in the evening. Xiao Liu arrived early and sat down on the iron chair, without rushing Bingbing who had been invited.

The waiter brought her a glass of lemonade, and she took off her sunglasses to admire the beautiful scenery of the sunset molten gold in front of her. From here, she could see the Statue of Liberty.

The so-called sunset melting gold refers to the spectacular optical effect formed by the reflection of steel cables and the refraction of glass curtain walls of Manhattan buildings at sunset, which has attracted many photography enthusiasts to wait.

Concubine Liu Yi quietly looked at the magnificent world in front of her. The surface of the East River was split into golden and red cracks by the setting sun, and the tip of the Statue of Liberty's torch was melting into the boiling clouds.

The steel cables of the Brooklyn Bridge are coated with red copper, and each cable looks like a red silk thread just pulled out of an iron furnace.

Bingbing was standing at the entrance of the dock at this time.

The curtain wall of Lower Manhattan behind me is like a thousand-faceted prism, refracting the oblique sunlight into billions of pieces of gold, which are splashed on the white waves raised by the ferry.

She also cast her gaze on the girl at the dock.

She didn't know what she was going to do or say when she asked Liu Yifei out.

Maybe it was because of the intimate phone call between her and Lu Kuan when they were watching the show in the morning, or maybe it was just a trace of guilt that the famous actress herself was unwilling to admit.

Oh, I feel guilty.

In recent years, I have almost forgotten the meaning of this word.

Bingbing let out a long sigh, and put on absolute confidence and boldness. She walked towards the VIP dining area by the dock in her high heels, where only Liu Yifei was sitting.

"I'm late, Yifei."

Xiao Liu tilted his head, his expression gentle: "It's okay, the scenery here is really beautiful."

As they were speaking, the ferry from Staten Island on the opposite bank plowed through the golden-foil-like water, startling three herring gulls, whose wings, dipped in molten rays of light, flew between the crowns of the goddess's statue.

The torch held high by the goddess became a real furnace at this moment, with liquid gold flowing on the bronze surface, and even the base reef was plated with amber.

Bingbing admired it for a few seconds, but he didn't have the leisure to do so anymore, so he pulled out a stool and sat down.

This is the difference between her and Concubine Liu Yi.

One has strong purpose and execution ability, while the other always likes to stop and walk to see the scenery.

Bingbing glanced at the lemonade in her glass, the ice still in it, and asked, "Can I drink?"

"I can drink a little."

Xiao Liu's drinking capacity has been trained by the washing machine. During the week or so in Italy, he would have a few drinks whenever he had nothing to do.

The bartender brought a bottle of 2001 Petrus red wine, which has a market value of about $3000 a bottle.

According to the rules of American bars, this bottle of wine should be poured for each guest glass by glass, but Bingbing didn't want anyone to interrupt the conversation, so he directly told him to pour the wine into the decanter and leave.

"Come on, Sister Bingbing, meeting an old friend in a foreign land is worth a toast."

"haha okay."

The two of them leaned forward at the same time, and the rims of the cups touched lightly, making a short "ding" sound.

When Concubine Liu Yi sipped the wine, she slightly retracted her jaw, letting the red wine stay between her lips for half a second before swallowing it;
Bingbing tilted his head back a little too much, his Adam's apple rose and fell as he swallowed, and half a lip mark remained on the rim of the cup.

"Is this our first time drinking together?"

Xiao Liu laughed and said, "We were not yet adults when we were filming together, so we couldn't drink even if we wanted to."

The famous actress was speechless. Liu Yifei debuted too early and too smoothly. She almost forgot that her "rival in love" was only twenty years old.

Twenty years old, what a good age.

I was also twenty years old when I met Lukuan.

I am only twenty years old, still standing at the crossroads of fate, not knowing which way to go.

At Huayi, she is firmly surpassed by Li Binbin, who relies on Wang Xiaolei and her younger sister to occupy the position of the top sister;

She wanted to make a move to the Hong Kong entertainment industry, but was forced to date and create scandals with Sammo Hung's son first;

Her role in the TV series was not very popular. She watched Ziwei and Xiaoyanzi soar to success, but she was tattooed with the word "maid" on her face by Qiong Yao, and became a laughing stock.

It wasn't until I met him in Mei Yanfang's Mid-Levels mansion that the gears of fate began to turn.

In just five years, among the four most beautiful actresses who had previously been unable to match her, only Zhou Xun, who won three gold medals last year for films such as "Tangshan", can be compared with her.

Whether in terms of commercial value or fashion resources, she is already a leader in the domestic entertainment industry.

To be fair, this is already a very lucky fate.

However, the twenty-year-old girl in front of him, like himself, was also enlightened by the art of alchemy, and was even more enlightened than himself.

"Woooooo!" A cargo ship just passed through the light track, the shadow of its mast cut through the golden carpet on the river like a sharp blade, and the whistle's whistle broke the silence between the two.

Bingbing couldn't stand this atmosphere of slow death. Her guilty conscience forced her to be eager to find out something.

The famous actress gulped down a mouthful of wine: "Princess Yi, how about we talk about Lu Kuan?"

Xiao Liu was not surprised at all. The side of his face was gilded by the setting sun, and his delicate skin showed even the finest hairs.

Ever since she finished her call with Lu Kuan in the afternoon and saw a trace of loneliness on the face of the famous actress, she thought about the topic for the evening.

Fan Bingbing finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Seeing that she and Lu Kuan finally got married, continuing the story that she had interrupted two years ago, the big star who had fought for it countless times finally couldn't help it.

She didn't dare to test Boss Lu, so she could only wait and see, hoping to seek some breakthrough from her.

Even a hint of tendency and information.

Bingbing turned his head to look at Xiao Liu, who still looked calm. "Fei Yi, do you remember the first time we met?"

"Remember, Media Hotel."

Concubine Liu Yi laughed and said, "Jiang Qinqin chased him from Wuxi to Peking, but he still ruthlessly threw her away. That was the first time I saw his true face."

"He has a nice appearance, but he is so heartless and ungrateful!"

Someone's girlfriend wrinkled her nose and said, "How abominable!"

Don't hit a smiling person. She didn't say that she saw Jiang Qinqin running away in tears, and then hugging Fan Bingbing in the washing machine.

Bingbing pursed his lips: "Yes, he is like that."

It was because she thought that she might suffer the same fate that she responded to the invitation with such a guilty conscience today.

The actress paused, and after saying "Let's talk about the width of the road," she went straight to the point again:
“We were all spectators then, but now we are all in the play.”

Concubine Liu Yi suddenly turned around and looked at her, and Bingbing looked at her without fear at all. The loneliness in his eyes that morning was gone.

There is only a strong desire to fight.

Xiao Liu suddenly understood why Lu Kuan wanted to use her and why he said she was still useful.

Such a woman is indeed extremely charming.

Regardless of his stance, Fan Bingbing's ambition was like the core of an active volcano, surging beneath the fair skin in front of him.

The spotlight is her arrowhead, the red carpet is her battlefield, and her high heels crush not the starlight, but all the opponents who try to stop her, such as herself now.

The pyramid of the entertainment industry seemed transparent in her eyes, with the name of her prey engraved on each step. She climbed up on the broken glass of rumors, with the flesh and blood of her competitors embedded in the cracks of her nails.

Suddenly, a familiar face, the face of her beloved, appeared in her mind and merged with the Bingbing in front of her.

Xiao Liu then realized that she was Lu Kuan!
They are originally the same kind of people!

Liu Yifei swallowed the scarlet wine with difficulty, trying to possess herself into Boss Lu's body and mind and return to the winter of 2001.

That winter he was still penniless, and saw himself in the Changping villa—

Well, it's a promising prospect and can make money. Let's try to cultivate it.

Old Chen is in the way and is affecting my control over Concubine Liu Yi. Let's kick him out.

Sign her into the world, and you can have whatever you want and control her from now on.

Until the Red Star Wood incident, I gave him a big surprise or shock.

It should be the same route. The road is wider after going down the mountain, and two people are chosen from the crowd of people in the world.

One is her, and the other is Fan Bingbing in front of her.

The only difference was that I tried to resist, tried to struggle, tried to jump out of the frame, and tried my best to protect him.

Bingbing was forever trapped in the beautiful dream he had woven and could never wake up again.

Once you wake up, you will find yourself like a small boat drifting in the deep sea waves, in an embarrassing and fatal situation, and in danger of being abandoned at any time.

Concubine Liu Yi looked at Fan Bingbing deeply again, and seeing her smile that was so beautiful that it seemed to be poisonous, she only felt pity and fear.

It was almost, just a little bit, and I would have suffered the same fate.

Bingbing raised her head and drank the wine in the cup. The setting sun reflected on her back, which seemed somewhat sad and magnificent. "We have become people in the play, Concubine Yi, but you are the protagonist."

Xiao Liu slowly shook his head: "You are wrong, I am not the protagonist."

She shared her thoughts: "In those years, there was no protagonist in the play. He was the director, and everyone else..."

"They are all props, costumes, a bunch of lifeless dead things."

Concubine Liu Yi lamented the helplessness and torture she had experienced: "For those of us with slightly outstanding appearances, we are considered exquisite costumes, and we can still make him linger."

“Some people may not even be as good as props in his eyes.”

"Just kick it casually, and then it will be buried in the dust on the roadside. I won't even be interested in taking a look at it."

It has to be said that Liu Yifei, who truly got a glimpse of Lu Kuan's previous life and became one with his soul and body, can be said to have truly seen his true face shrouded in mystery.

It took her six years and her entire youth to understand this heavenly book.

Bingbing stared at her for a long time and had to say that her views were extremely similar to his own. Perhaps it was the empathy of the two women closest to him.

Having come to this point, the famous actress had to come clean.

Otherwise, what's the point of having this kind of scene that doesn't sound like a woman complaining, nor like a conversation between best friends?

"Fei Yi, I was the one who put up the photo of you at your birthday party."

"Ok, I know."

"You don't hate me?"

Xiao Liu smiled, with a kind of open-mindedness that seemed to be borne by a sinking ship: "I just said it, is it necessary to hate props?"

"To be honest, after that day, I suffered from insomnia for a month. My pillow would be wet when I woke up in the morning."

"I have been thinking, always thinking, what would happen if I didn't have that photo of you?"

Concubine Liu Yi frowned, as if she was back in the most difficult period of her life. The feeling of being abandoned was so similar to Bingbing's premonition now!

The jazz band's trumpet music paused at this moment, and the celesta struck three clear notes. Xiao Liu said word by word:

"Without your photo, he might have pretended to agree, and then I would have fallen headfirst into this dream."

Her smile was somewhat sad: "You know his methods."

"Perhaps I will become addicted to this relationship and never be able to get out of it, once again becoming a piece of code typed on his keyboard, a famous painting painted on his canvas."

Liu Yifei, who felt she was hopelessly fallen after only a month of dating, had no doubt about this.

Just imagine, if Fan Bingbing's photo hadn't interrupted the process, if he was really forced to agree, he would have to go to great lengths to deceive himself.

Xiao Liu asked himself if the possibility of escaping from this love net was extremely small.

If this different color of hers had been controlled by Lu Kuan again, there would have been no subsequent story.

If we carefully trace the fate of the characters, if Bingbing had not intervened with such determination,

She would not have refused his embrace on that quiet summer night and said to him:
From then on, the world was before me, pointing to wherever I wanted to go.

I, completely and absolutely, preside over me.

Otherwise, she would not have resolutely gone to North America to study, and would not have separated from the sad place and sad people;

There wouldn't be a shocking reversal on Fox TV, where they would rather sacrifice their own reputation to protect him;
Naturally, there would be no Lu Kuan personally admitting to the media that he was pursuing her, and there would be no cheongsam oil painting made to comfort her.

The dissociative aphasia encountered during the filming of "Sky" may no longer exist, and the romantic and beautiful journey of love will become nonsense.

On that drunken day, Xiao Liu naturally had no idea about the past and present lives that the sad man confided in him.

If the trajectory of his fate had not changed because of that photo, the innocent, kind, strong and persistent Liu Yifei would not have appeared before him.

Give him the psychological security that he can completely trust his back, just like Zeng Wenxiu in his previous life, giving the warmest comfort to the dry heart.

She would not be able to gently dissect the Machiavellian's heart and make herself move in rhythm with him, as she did now.

In another speculated fate line, Concubine Liu Yi may have sunk into desires and sugar-coated bullets and lost herself.

I will never be able to create that most unique color.

Listening to Concubine Liu Yi's gentle narration, Bingbing remained silent for a long time.

With trembling hands, she placed the wine glass on the glass table and watched the last ray of setting sun get stuck in the gap of the glass curtain wall in Lower Manhattan, like a copper coin bitten by skyscrapers.

The muddy waves of the East River swept up oil and fallen leaves, stirring the embers of sunset into rust-colored foam that clung to the waterline of the abandoned barge.

The beautiful sight of the setting sun melting into gold just now was now covered by a dark filter, and everything looked so terrifying—

The steel cables of the Brooklyn Bridge had faded to pig iron gray, and half a torn fishing net hung between the cables, twitching in the cold wind like a dying kite.

The neon lights of Wall Street on the other side of the river lit up early, cutting bloody cracks on the gray-purple sky.

Bingbing suddenly made a "tsk" sound, not knowing whether it was because the desolation in front of him infected his mood, or because of a spontaneous sense of self-mockery.

"When I saw you this morning, I thought you were going to judge me as a victor, but you didn't."

"Until that phone call before the show ended..."

"I admit, I'm madly jealous of you. I can't help but want to talk to you."

A lone gull flew over the rusty boom of the dock crane, and Bingbing said solemnly:

"Concubine Liu Yi, I have a suggestion."

(End of this chapter)