That night, Xi Ze stayed at Ming Xiaoyu's house until very late.

Never think wrongly. Xi Shen didn’t do the hehehe things you imagined. He guided Ming Xiaoyu very seriously and carefully: How should you write!

Xi Ze admitted that he had a little (?) obsession with cleanliness, but he did not think he had paranoidness. However, when he saw the handwriting of similes, the designer's pickyness of beauty and detail made him really unbearable. The muse he chose could actually write such shocking and shaking words!

Change! Must change! Even if the writing is not good, at least don’t be too ugly!

...This idea has gradually become: Well, let's start with it just barely.

For more than two hours, Xi Ze sat next to Ming Se, writing a copybook with one word at a time. After Xi Ze finished writing, he handed it over to Ming Se to copy. You used paper with more transparent features to copy according to the handwriting! Can you not even draw strokes?

Xi Ze guessed right, the simile didn't even know how to draw the strokes, but as long as he didn't draw the strokes, the word instantly returned to its original dog | reptile body without any improvement.

Xi Ze: "…"

Metaphor: "...Is my handwriting okay?"

Xi Ze: “………………………………………………”

By the end, Xi Ze had completely given up on letting this young man draw strokes and practice calligraphy. Who came up with this stupid idea?! This little fish is obviously so ugly that even the strokes are too hard to turn the world down!

Metaphor: "...I feel that your expression now is saying that my handwriting is so ugly."

Xi Ze closed his eyes and asked indifferently: "Is there any?"

Mingyu looked at him carefully for a while, then nodded affirmatively and said, "Yes, I feel that you are just saying now: 'How can there be such ugly words in the world? Is this really a word that people can write? But Xi Ze, my words are not so ugly, right? I think they are quite generous and upright."

Xi Ze: "…눈_눈"

Metaphor: “…………………”

Since the stroke drawing has failed, Xi Ze’s next choice is: teach this young man how to write step by step!

When the man's slender and thin fingers fell along his fingers and held the pen at the same time, Mingyu suddenly stagnated in his throat, and a strange feeling surged from his heart. This posture could be considered some kind of alternative finger entanglement, but Xi Ze's serious expression made Mingyu unable to think wrongly.

Mingyu had a vague guess about the behavior of a man, but after he figured it out, he smiled faintly and curled the corners of his lips. He did not say anything and agreed that the other party was holding his hand and began to write with one stroke and one stroke.

Although Ming Xiaoyu thought that his own characters were quite correct, he also understood that Xi Ze's characters were definitely well written. Fei Sixin had always said before that Xi Ze's characters were better than Du Ruo. It is conceivable that even Du Ruo, who has been practicing calligraphy since he was 4 years old, is not as good as him, so how beautiful Xi Ze's characters are.

Xi Ze's characters are recognized as good-looking in the industry.

Even if he used an ordinary and cheap fountain pen like now, and even held a simile hand, Xi Ze treated every corner of the character sharply but not sharply, smoothly but not crampedly. His characters seemed to be Feng Boluan, which was so subtle and wonderful. After watching it for a long time, he couldn't help but feel that he didn't think that he was written with a hard pen, but instead he seemed to have written it with a very thin small regular script.

The hot temperature was passed along the place where the fingers were pressing each other. Mingyu looked calmly and calmly as the other person held his hand and wrote beautiful words, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

——As for friends, this behavior is already beyond the rules.

However, none of the two men raised such a question, but instead continued their respective behavior calmly.

After the two of them wrote two pieces of paper, although Ming Si had not found the trick to write, she also had a vague feeling. According to Xi Ze's words, "Persevere, maybe three...you can write your words more normally within a year."

Metaphor: “…………………”

Please prepare next time before talking! Swallow your "three years" into your stomach!!!

In short, when it was nearly 11 o'clock, Xi Ze left Mingyu's home. After the other party left, Mingyu had no so-called "shyness" or "shyness" or "scary deer bumped around", as if nothing had happened tonight. He calmly washed up and then rested early.

Only before closing his eyes, Ming Si stared at the city lights reflected on the ceiling, without saying anything, but thought quietly for a long time before finally closing his eyes slowly and entering sleep.

On the top floor of Muse Apartment, Xi Ze poured himself a glass of warm water after entering the house, and then called Ding Bo.

Ding Bo was very noisy and didn't know what he was doing, but after hearing Xi Ze's voice, he quickly walked out of the room and asked, "Why are you still calling here so late? Are you going to the party tomorrow, Xi Ze?"

The man said "um" softly, and then asked: "The matter in Luocheng has not been resolved yet?"

Ding Bo sighed heavily and replied: "Yes, 'Edu Lisha' will not let go, but we can't continue to cooperate with them anymore. Now both parties are discussing the contract issue. Everyone says that the other party breached the contract first, which is very troublesome."

"You go find Raymond Celter."

Ding Bo was stunned and then asked, "Aren't you not interfering in this matter?"

"This time it's 'Edu Lisha', too much. Just handle this matter well, thank you for your hard work."

Ding Bo spread his hands and smiled, "If you asked me to go to Raymond earlier, I would have to listen to so much nonsense? By the way, haven't you been to the Muse's apartment today? You haven't had a rest yet?"

After chatting with an old friend for a while, Xi Ze suddenly asked, "Send me a copy of Mingyu's recent announcement itinerary."

Ding Bo was stunned: "What?! How could I have such a thing? It's all in the hands of that boy Zhao Rui."

"Shen Xiang will have a solution. Wait for your email, good night."

After pointing out a direction, Xi Ze suddenly hung up the phone without waiting for Ding Bo to think.

In the quiet and dark night, the breath of spring has become more and more obvious, but the cold winter is still struggling to rage for a while. The bitter evening wind whistles high in the city. Through a thick floor-to-ceiling window, Xi Ze looked at the brilliant night view of the imperial capital with deep eyes, silent.

It is very easy to communicate between smart people and smart people.

You don't need to point out some things, but you have already conveyed your own meaning and understand that the other party may already understand.

He is a designer, but before he became a designer, he was even more so.

What is the identity of a muse to a designer?

Muses are their source of inspiration, and they can get countless inspirations from their own muse.

Then why can a particular person become their muse, not another of the world's 7 billion people?

Because, when you see the Muse, you will be attracted by him/her at the first sight. That person is the explanation of beauty in your heart and the embodiment of beauty that you understand the most profound.

You said that as a designer, if he doesn’t pursue the beauty he has been passionate about throughout his life, what else can he pursue?

By the way, that person is always silly and self-righteously, and he is always so cunning that it is impossible to catch.

...Well, it's so cute.

***

When I took this shot the next day, the simile passed successfully after only two times.

Not to mention the director, even Zhao Rui, Luo Ru and others were very surprised. When they asked Ming Xiaoyu what magic pills she had taken and why she suddenly became enlightened, Ming Yu said without any concealment: "Xi Ze helped me play yesterday."

Zhao Rui: "!!!"

After a moment, Luo Ru asked, "Did you go to the company yesterday, Xiao Yu?"

Unexpectedly, Mingyu shook her head gently and replied bluntly: "It was Xi Ze who came to my house to help me play together. I didn't go to the company."

This time it was replaced by Zhao Rui & Luo Ru: "!!!!"

So Sister Zheng was left alone. She gloriously shouldered the mission of asking Ming Xiaoyu and asked, "That Xiaoyu, did Xi Ze go to you because he asked him for helping you with something?"

The next moment, the handsome young man smiled slightly and said in surprise: "Sister Zheng, why do you think so? Xi Ze came to my house as a guest. Seeing that I was thinking about the script, he was so kind to help me play. Oh, by the way, I also invited him a bowl of Yangchun noodles, which was considered a thank you."

Now it completely turned into Zhao Rui & Luo Ru & Sister Zheng: "!!!!!!"

A bowl of spring noodles?

You only get a bowl of Yangchun noodles for the reward you give Xi Ze?!!!

That's Xi Ze, not Ding Bo! (Ding Bo: Hey!)

Just use a bowl of Yangchun noodles as a thank you. Is this really suitable!!!

Also, Ming Xiaoyu, please tell me your conscience again! Xi Ze is good at helping you play?

If you say it out, you won’t even believe Xi Ze yourself!!!

In short, no matter what, when the simile ended the most difficult scene, the next two shots passed quickly. At this point, the recording of the entire MV was completely over, and everyone had a breakup meal together to celebrate the successful shooting.

At the dinner table, Zhu Kejia hugged Ming Xiaoyu with a smile and took a group photo. The two of them added friends to each other. After Zhu Kejia revised the photo a little, he posted the photo on his Weibo and also tagged Ming Xiaoyu.
Chapter completed!