After the matter was done, she said goodbye to the audience in the live broadcast room with a smile and closed the live broadcast room.

She didn't want to share a room with others, and those with secrets were inevitably afraid of being snooped, and now she was satisfied with renting a whole one-bedroom apartment, even if the rent was a little too expensive for her.

However, the troupe soon started performing, and although the magazine was part-time, it was well paid. Perhaps seeing her potential, Editor-in-Chief Huang raised her daily salary to 2,000 after shooting that set of covers.

For her, it was a bonus.

In contrast, the opera performance in the theater is undoubtedly a poor job, no wonder Bai Su didn't do it when he was a popular flower in the theater, and went to China Television to play the heroine of the TV series.

Looking around the house, it is quite clean, and you can buy some daily necessities to live in. She only took the time to come over, and there were not many items to buy, so she went to the community supermarket and bought all the things she should buy.

When she returned to the courtyard, the neighborhood had already lit up the lights, and she walked in the not spacious alley, where the hustle and bustle of the day receded, leaving only a quiet and comfortable atmosphere.

Mother Shen stepped down the stone steps and poured a basin of water under the tree, "Are you back? Have you taken care of the school? ”

Shen Weiwei felt guilty in her heart, she smiled and hidden, and stepped forward to hug Shen's mother's arm:

"How many days off are there next? You said last time that the new hot pot restaurant opened, where is it, next time I will take my classmates to take care of business. ”

"Where is the need for you to take care of the business?" Shen's mother glanced at her with disgust, and the two walked into the house, "You just have to invite your classmates to eat and record it on your parents' accounts." ”

The cool moonlight enters the courtyard and spreads a layer in vain, like frost in late autumn.

The bluestone slabs under the trees were printed with fragments of light and shadow, and the sound of the mother and daughter in the house was crumpled in the evening breeze.

After not staying at home for three days, the magazine got a new job.

As usual, she went to the platform at the entrance of the alley to catch the bus, where the newsstand was still there.

"Youth Reflection" was published in October and went on sale in late September, but she had just finished her military training at that time and was busy adapting to the new university environment, so she had not yet had time to read the new magazine.

I wanted to go forward and buy a copy, but after thinking about it, the magazine must be indispensable for samples, and it is okay to wait until the magazine office to look at it.

During the rush hour, there were more passengers on the bus than usual, and she didn't find a vacant spot, so she reached out and pulled the tab.

From time to time, the eyes of the car fell on her, and she seemed to be watching the scenery outside the window unconsciously.

"You're the cover model for Reflections of Youth?"

A slightly excited female voice sounded in her ears.

She turned her head habitually to look over, and it was a young and beautiful girl, about twenty years old.

"Is it really you?" Shen Weiwei went out without makeup, no different from the plain makeup on the cover, and the girl was even more sure after seeing her face.

Noticing that her voice was too loud to attract the attention of the passengers around her, she lowered her voice and continued:

"I didn't expect to meet you on the bus, many of my comrades bought the issue of "Youth Reflection", and we all thought that your cover was very amazing and beautiful. And you're probably the only model who dares to shoot fashion magazines without makeup, but seeing you in person, I think you do have the confidence. ”

Shen Weiwei smiled politely at her: "Thank you." ”

The girl smiled embarrassedly, as if remembering something, and asked her again:

"I read the news on the Internet that you are a freshman in the film academy, so are you going to film in the future?"

"Breaking the news on the Internet?" Shen Weiwei frowned.

"Netizens posted photos of your magazine on TOZ, some netizens moved to Weibo, and some people said that they had seen you at the film school. The girl explained.

TOZ Forum is a well-known gathering place for netizens in the country.

The last time she took the inner page was posted on the forum, I didn't expect the cover picture taken this time to be posted and moved to Weibo.

This kind of exposure during the amateur period is not a good thing for her, and there is no economic company to protect the privacy of artists, which means that the higher her exposure, the higher the possibility of being doxxed by netizens.

She walked into the magazine office with a heavy heart, and happened to run into Han Ru.

Her eyes were a little complicated, but she still stubbornly said: "Weiwei, can you help me talk to Song Wen and let him help me shoot the inside page of the group?"

Shen Weiwei frowned: "Aren't these arranged by the magazine?"

"Song Wen has a full schedule over there, but you can tell him to take the time to help me shoot it. Han Ru plucked up the courage to continue.

"I'm sorry, I can't promise you. Shen Weiwei looked at her, shook her head and said, "Song Wen is a photographer, you should go directly to ask him if he is okay, instead of asking me?"

"But Song asked, didn't you introduce you? You are friends, so you must be a little easier to talk to. ”

Shen Weiwei saw that she took her for granted, and was a little funny: "Would you casually agree to other people's requests for your friend?"

She hadn't been to the magazine since her military training, and she didn't know that Song Wen had become a hot figure in the magazine, and sure enough, her words were confirmed, and Song Wen just lacked the opportunity.

Even if Song Wen didn't take a photo of Mu Churan in his previous life, he would sooner or later occupy a place in the fashion photography circle.

It's gold that shines everywhere.

She asked the front desk lady for a copy of "Youth Reflection" published in October, and the cover was the profile photo she took in front of the forest fog.

In the morning light, she tilted her head slightly, revealing the delicate curvature of her jaw, the flawless skin faintly transmitted, and the fine fluff was clearly visible.

The front desk lady was a young girl, she secretly looked at Shen Weiwei, and couldn't help but say:

"Miss Shen, your magazine cover is very beautiful. ”

Shen Weiwei smiled and didn't speak.

In the locker room, Xiao Ye came in with a cart-style hanger, full of all kinds of clothes from the Cache Cache family.

This is a cheap fast-selling brand in France, with young women as the service group, and the design style is changeable, always breaking through the conventional imagination, and is popular among young white-collar workers and student parties in China.

Sister Zhu picked out a loose light brown thin sweater for her, designed with a circle of tight pleats seven or eight centimeters from the cuffs, and paired with black and white vertical wide-leg pants.

Compared with the previous sets of clothes, this style is obviously much more mature, and it is more inclined to the daily wear of urban white-collar workers.

Back in the dressing room, Sister Zhu took out the makeup box and didn't give her light makeup and swiped it, but emphasized the eye makeup part, smeared earthy eyeshadow, and painted eyeliner at the end of the eyes, and the bright makeup covered the pure atmosphere of the students on her body.

In addition, Shen Weiwei is more mature and stable than her peers, which is enough to control this set of white-collar clothes with a light and familiar style.

In the studio, Song Wen was fiddling with the camera, and when he saw her walk in, he was slightly stunned:

"I didn't expect this style to suit you too. ”

After the filming, on her way home, she received a call from Hou Yong, officially informing her to go to the National Center for the Performing Arts tomorrow morning to start rehearsals.

It seems that the heroine has finally been chosen, but I don't know what kind of person she is this time.