Reborn in the Entertainment Industry: Second Life

The matters concerning L City have been temporarily concluded.

Bo Yuntian's tutoring classes have ended, and he will smoothly enter his senior year of high school after the summer vacation. Taking advantage of the good autumn weather, the boy and his friends also had some rare free time during the last week of summer vacation.

Bo Bing received his third skill point upgrade this month.

[Physique +2]

【力量: 34|速度: 34|敏捷: 20|智力: 27|体质: 20|魅力: 32|野心: 87|音乐: 9|舞蹈: 12|演技：2|未解锁状态】

The last gathering at Zhuangyuanlou was to send off Bo Bing and also to celebrate Bo Yuntian's promotion to senior year.

Zhou Tao gave Li Yumei a 25% discount card for Zhuangyuanlou Restaurant and told them to go there often. Bo Bing temporarily handed over the factory preparations to him and Li Dai, and provided the necessary funds. They were to find some people to work on renovating the factory during this time.

The matter of registering a company has also been put on the agenda.

Under Yin Fengzhu's watchful eye, things were much calmer on Zhi Yu's side.

When Bo Bing was transferring trains at the station, he didn't see many unlicensed taxis. Instead, green-clad rickshaws, three-wheeled motorcycles, and rickshaws occupied most of the station square.

There haven't been any major developments with the new mayor yet. Most ordinary citizens don't pay attention to these things; who becomes mayor or who changes terms is just something to talk about over tea. The relevant materials submitted by companies and factories here are also progressing according to the normal process. They haven't been approved quickly, but they haven't been blocked either.

So, Bo Bing returned to Shanghai at the end of the vacation Wang Chang had given her, ready to start filming the movie.

"arrive?"

A magnetic voice rang out, "Where are you?"

"Airport Exit A," Bo Bing glanced at the sign above her head and continued to follow the flow of people toward the exit.

Yin Su, holding the phone, took off his glasses with one hand and stood up from the pile of documents. "Don't wander off, I'm coming right away."

"Hmm," the young man responded listlessly.

The autumn temperature in Shanghai is not low; in fact, it is even higher than in summer.

Bo Bing squatted at the exit of Shanghai Airport. The sun was still some time away from setting, and it was radiating its captivating light and heat without reservation. He found a bench under the shade of a tree.

The young man leaned back relaxed, lazily squinting his eyes. The weather was nice today.

Sleepiness crept in.

So Bo Bing took a bite of the watermelon slice she brought from home. The watermelon had lost some moisture, and the sugar that had been dried out by the temperature stuck to the lunchbox, making it a bit sticky.

Like this autumn, Bo Bing thought, it was a troubled time.

The journey was not short, so it took Yin Su some time to get here.

Li Ling got out of the car to pick up Bo Bing. Sun Qiuping, Bo Bing's agent, was also in the car looking up information. There were many people and paparazzi around, and even if Yin Su wore a mask, he could still be photographed by paparazzi. Sun Qiuping was also an acquaintance of the paparazzi, so they could only avoid him for the time being.

Fortunately, apart from a black backpack, Bo Bing had no other luggage, so the two quickly got into the car.

"came back?"

"came back."

The conversation was calm and harmonious, and the barriers in front and behind were slowly raised.

"Did you stay up all night?" Bo Bing stared at Yin Su's face. The man's eyes were slightly dark and he still looked tired. He must have been busy with work and then came to pick her up. "I could have found my way there myself. Why did you have to come all the way here again?"

The sun was about to set, and the car drove onto the highway.

Yin Su rubbed his eyes. "Is it that obvious? I didn't think I was in such bad shape..."

"Did something happen?"

Bo Bing remembered what Yin Su had said on the phone earlier, and thought that the other party probably didn't want her to know, or that she shouldn't pry too much. "Never mind, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it. Go back and get some rest."

He didn't want to be such a curious cat.

Yin Su chuckled softly, his amorous eyes sparkling with emotions that Bo Bing couldn't decipher. His long hair, gathered behind his right ear, hung down, making his jade-like figure seem as if he had been glazed by the light, as if he were opening a kiln in the furnace of the setting sun.

—Beautiful porcelain.

But clearly, Bo Bing thought, Yin Su was not porcelain.

It is not fragile.

“That’s my opinion,” Yin Su said with a smile, his words perhaps carrying a deeper meaning. “Shouldn’t Godfather be the one getting some rest?”

Bo Bing opened a bottle of mineral water, remaining noncommittal regarding someone's accusations.

The sun sank below the horizon, and the sky began to fall.

Even if the chariot is fast enough, it can't outrun Kuafu, let alone keep up with time.

The car stopped at a shallow spot on the riverbank. Yin Su opened the door and got out, his voice slightly hoarse, "Do you know?"

"what?"

Bo Bing didn't want to beat around the bush with him. She turned her head and saw Yin Su fiddling with a camera. The camera should be the one that Sun's agent was holding. Sun Qiuping got out of the car and stood next to Yin Su, discussing something with him.

The handsome movie star raised his head and pointed seriously to the horizon obscured by the tall buildings. "Now, it's Blues Time."

The sky glowed with a dark blue light, and everything was shrouded in a mysterious and ethereal hue.

The Blue Hour is an extremely brief period of blue light that occurs before sunrise and after sunset, and it is also a great time for photography.

Bo Bing blinked, followed him out of the car, and glanced at the man's deft light metering movements.

"Why did you suddenly decide to come out and take pictures of the scenery?" The young man walked towards the river, stretched his body, and without expecting an answer from Yin Su, he kicked a small stone far away on his own in a good mood.

The wind had cooled down and was now near the river, carrying a cool breeze with some of the river's chill, which felt very comfortable.

"Thin ice".

The young man heard the man calling him, so he turned around to look at the man.

Along with his movements came a series of shutter clicks and flashes.

Bo Bing frowned and walked to Yin Su's side, stopping to look at the camera in his hand. "Are you taking pictures of me secretly?"

"Look at my camera."

Yin Su pointed the camera lens at himself and the young man, and patted the other man on the shoulder as a gesture of greeting.

The young man seemed not to have reacted yet. He caught a faint fragrance at his nose and was then pulled into Yin Su's arms. He sluggishly raised his head as Yin Su instructed.

A bright light flashed, and he squinted uncomfortably.

A preview of their photos flashed on the monitor. The slightly bewildered, aloof young man looked up at the camera, with a stunningly handsome man standing beside him. The strange atmosphere created by the flash during the blues gradually spread between the two.

"The photos are pretty good."

Bo Bing carefully took the camera from Yin Su's hand and, unusually, praised him, "How come I've never seen you take pictures before?"

“I used to take a lot of photos at school,” Yin Su said with a nostalgic look. “Now I’m the one being photographed, so I’m a bit rusty… I was worried you wouldn’t like it.”

“Hmm, no,” Bo Bing touched the camera in her hand, and the two walked side by side toward the river. “Being able to take photos is pretty cool. This is the first time I’ve ever touched this thing.”

"If you want to take pictures, I'll teach you."

Bo Bing was somewhat tempted, but still shook her head, "I'm afraid you won't be able to teach me, and I'll embarrass myself."

Unexpectedly, the young man made a witty remark, and Yin Su smiled, "Not to brag, but my photography grades have always been among the best."

He stood behind him, supporting Bo Bing's hand, adjusting the equipment for him, and then stood beside him, guiding him to press the shutter towards the buildings behind the river.

The blues were instantly captured in the small machine.

The gentle, magnetic voice in her ear suddenly made Bo Bing's mood very strange.

So he took two steps back, stiffly turned around, and pointed the camera in his hand at Yin Su.

“Look at me, Yin Su.”

Yin Su was stunned for a moment, and before he could adjust his expression, he was engulfed by the flash of the camera.

—Heart rate imbalance.

Sun Qiuping's keen sense as an entertainment industry professional suddenly kicked in, and he grabbed another camera and started snapping photos of the two people on the shore.

The blues moment lasts no more than twenty minutes.

The sky had darkened, and a cool night breeze began to blow, while the colorful neon lights made the river surface shimmer.

Bo Bing walked back with her camera; the monitor showed the man she had just photographed.

"How's my filming?" Bo Bing gestured with her chin. "Teacher Yin Su?"

Yin Su stood by the car with his eyes lowered, naturally put his arm around the young man's waist, leaned on the other man's shoulder, and looked at the camera in the other man's hand.

The expectant father's words were practically overflowing with anticipation for praise, but the man pretended to be nonchalant, saying, "Not bad, all three elements of photography are there."

"The Blues Moment Assignment"—although she was a complete novice who didn't know what the three elements were, Bo Bing naturally believed that she had grasped these three points and produced a pretty good photography assignment. "Teacher Yin Su taught well."

Blues Time?

"Ah."

Yin Su gently tightened his arms.

I only wish to meet you in the tranquil blues moment.

Only Sun Qiuping, leaning against the car, had a twitching mouth.

What are the three elements of photography?

She's beautiful, beautiful, and beautiful nonetheless.