Chapter 43 Prelude to a Date
There is less than a week left until the deadline to shoot the new La Pluie product.
It has been several days since I returned to the capital from the desert.
Every day Luo Qinglin is either at home thinking about shooting topics or reading books and looking up information. I thought of several plans, but in the end, none of them satisfied Luo Qinglin.
The new Chinese style itself implies restraint, simplicity and elegance, while punk symbolizes freedom and rebellion, with an extroverted style and strong aggressiveness.
The two styles are completely unrelated, but when La Pluie launched its first finished product series, it actually blended the two contradictory styles together, which was very bold and adventurous.
Looking at La Pluie’s first wave of publicity plans, it is clear that they are aiming to seize both the market and word of mouth, in order to make the brand famous in China in one fell swoop.
With such a big task falling on Luo Qinglin's shoulders, he didn't dare to work with the attitude of just completing the task. Instead, he searched for information, watched movies, read books, and looked at other people's photography works every day in a hurry, trying to get inspiration from them.
When Luo Qinglin woke up this morning, he opened his eyes and just turned on his tablet when he saw an email from the person in charge of La Pluie, asking him if he could send the plan tomorrow.
After Luo Qinglin anxiously replied to the email, he quickly climbed out of bed, washed up hastily, and ran to the study, starting a whole day of anxiety.
What element can be both restrained and extrovert, both elegant and rebellious?
After sitting in the study for nearly an hour, Luo Qinglin's anxiety grew more and more. He wrote down several ideas on the memo, but failed to come up with a satisfactory plan.
At seven o'clock, Jiang Yanyu finished his morning strength training. After taking a shower, he was about to go to the room to find Luo Qinglin to practice.
As it turned out, there was no one in the room, only a messy quilt on the bed.
Jiang Yanyu frowned in dissatisfaction, turned around, and walked into the study room in a hurry, "What are you doing sitting in the study room so early in the morning?"
Luo Qinglin grabbed his hair with both hands, sighed dejectedly, and replied: "The first draft is due tomorrow, and I haven't come up with a satisfactory plan yet."
These days Luo Qinglin often goes to bed late and gets up early.
When Jiang Yanyu went out to work in the morning, Luo Qinglin was already sitting in the study. When he returned home in the middle of the night, Luo Qinglin was still sitting on the chair.
"Are you still thinking about the plan for La Pluie? If you can't think of it, just call Bai Shengyun and let him take care of it." Jiang Yanyu said nonchalantly.
"How can that be possible? It's such an important job, how can we just not do it!" Luo Qinglin replied.
The more he spoke, the more excited he became. The hand that was pulling his hair exerted force and Luo Qinglin accidentally pulled out several hairs along his hairline.
Looking at the fallen hair in his palm with trembling hands, Luo Qinglin widened his eyes, shook off the fallen hair in shock, touched his hairline worriedly, feeling anxious and sad.
Seeing Luo Qinglin looking worried and anxious about work, Jiang Yanyu, who had never experienced the feeling of rushing to meet a deadline, was very puzzled.
But Jiang Yanyu didn't pour cold water on him. Instead, he asked, "What are your ideas now? Show me the draft."
Luo Qinglin had a sad face. He slowly brought up the draft and handed the tablet to Jiang Yanyu.
Jiang Yanyu took a quick look at the plan and found that all of the more than ten plans were average and just met the passing line.
But there is a "twin" plan that is pretty good - the sketch shows a pair of female models who look similar, confronting each other with their eyes, with one light and one dark, and one wearing black and one white, respectively showing the characteristics of the new Chinese style and punk.
This plan immediately attracted Jiang Yanyu's attention. He pointed at the picture and said, "Isn't this good? What are you worried about?"
"This won't work. The subjects of the photo are a heterosexual couple," Luo Qinglin denied. "Besides, this plan doesn't combine the two styles at all. It just shows them separately. It absolutely cannot be used!"
After saying that, Luo Qinglin slumped dejectedly on the back of the chair again, looking up at the sky, continuing to despair.
"Then you will definitely not be able to come up with a solution if you just stay at home every day and think about it alone."
Jiang Yanyu put the tablet back on the table and winked suggestively at Luo Qinglin.
"I don't have time to hang out because I have to hand in the plan tomorrow." Luo Qinglin sighed.
"Tsk, there's time." Jiang Yanyu walked forward, grabbed Luo Qinglin's waist, and picked him up from his seat.
"I asked..." Jiang Yanyu paused for a moment before saying, "I'll inform the boss of La Pluie for you and ask him to give you two days' grace, right?"
Is this ok?
Can we actually ask Party A to extend the deadline?
Luo Qinglin has been in the industry for more than two years, and this is the first time he has received such preferential treatment. He has seen people being fired before the deadline for planning was completed, but he has never seen anyone who directly notified the boss to ask for an extension before completing the planning.
"But..." Luo Qinglin felt uneasy at the thought of being dragged out for fun by Jiang Yanyu.
"Don't say buts," Jiang Yanyu pushed Luo Qinglin out of the study and urged him, "Go change your clothes quickly and leave within half an hour."
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There is not much wind today and the weather is still cool.
Having not been out for a few days, when the warm sunlight shone through the car window, Luo Qinglin felt dazed and almost fell asleep in the sunlight.
Luo Qinglin shook his head, turned to look at Jiang Yanyu in the driver's seat, and asked, "Where are we going?"
The sun was rising, the sunlight was dazzling and shone directly into the windshield.
Jiang Yanyu pulled down the sun visor and said mysteriously, "You should sleep for a while. You will know when we get there."
Luo Qinglin did not close his eyes as he was told. Instead, he leaned his head against the car window and secretly observed how Jiang Yanyu drove the car.
On weekdays, the driver would pick him up and drop him off, and he and Jiang Yanyu would sit in the back seat. He had never seen Jiang Yanyu driving.
And now, Jiang Yanyu was only wearing a bare-chested vest and was steering with one hand.
With his slender fingers stretched out and his palms placed on the steering wheel, he applied a little force and the steering wheel turned easily.
Because he needs to exert force, every time the direction changes, the muscles in Jiang Yanyu's arms will bulge, relax, bulge again, and relax again, repeating this cycle over and over again.
In the past, Jiang Yanyu was always frivolous, saying frivolous things, and always talking about "gay", "nervous" and "like".
But now Jiang Yanyu didn't say anything, just drove the car seriously, his eyes switching skillfully between the windshield and the rearview mirror, suddenly showing a mature and steady temperament.
This scene inexplicably gave people a strange yet familiar feeling, which made Luo Qinglin involuntarily think of Jiang Yanyu when he was in his senior year of high school.
Jiang Yanyu was like this at that time, too. Every day, he would stand alone on the balcony in front of the classroom, watching the sunset. Amid the noisy handsome men and beautiful women, he would always have a gloomy face, not like to smile, and be unattainable...
His heart suddenly started beating faster. Luo Qinglin spied on Jiang Yanyu for a moment, hesitated for a second, then took out the camera from his bag.
"What are you doing?" Jiang Yanyu asked after noticing the actions of others.
Luo Qinglin quickly adjusted the focus, shutter, and aperture, and aimed at Jiang Yanyu. He said as he took the photo, "This car is pretty cool. I want to take a few photos."
Hearing this, Jiang Yanyu nodded slowly a few times, with the corners of his mouth curling up slightly with the frequency of his nodding.
"Then why didn't you take a photo when you sat there the last few times?" Jiang Yanyu asked back.
Luo Qinglin lied: "I sat in the back seat a few times before, and I didn't realize that the view from the front seat was so good."
"So it's because of the good view..." Jiang Yanyu raised his eyebrows and said undeniably, "I thought Mr. Luo was just dazzled by my beauty and was taking pictures of me."
The conceited vixen was exposed as soon as she spoke.
Luo Qinglin was speechless and shook his head.
"No." After taking the photos he wanted to take, Luo Qinglin put away the camera. "I'm sleepy. I'll take a nap. Call me when we get there."
The scene outside the window gradually blurred and my eyelids became heavy. The air conditioner in the car was whirring, and the wind was accompanied by a subtle mint scent, lingering around Luo Qinglin's nose.
The complex and noisy sounds passed through the wormhole of time and flowed into Luo Qinglin's mind from a distant time and space...
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