SFS Chapter 199 New Year’s Eve
Chapter 199 New Year’s Eve
She never expected to receive her first advertisement so quickly, especially one for "Miya," the trendy jewelry brand owned by Lin Jiaru's mother.
"Songchu, this is a great opportunity," Chen Yun urged her over the phone.
“Although ‘Miya’ is an emerging brand, President Lin’s influence should not be underestimated. You must perform well.”
Jiang Songchu nodded, secretly making up her mind: "Sister Yun, don't worry, I will do my best."
After returning to the city, Jiang Songchu went directly to the advertising shooting location.
Lin Jiaru arrived in person, and a broad smile appeared on her face when she saw her.
“Songchu, Mom is very happy that you are the spokesperson for the brand that I have put my heart into presenting.”
"Of course, public matters are public matters and private matters are private matters. Mom heard that you did a great job on set, and I'm really looking forward to this collaboration."
Jiang Songchu smiled a little shyly: "Mom, thank you for giving me this opportunity. I will definitely work hard."
The theme of the advertisement shoot was "Inheritance and Innovation," and Jiang Songchu needed to wear "Miya" jewelry to showcase a combination of classic and modern styles.
The makeup artist designed a simple yet elegant look for her, paired with exquisite jewelry, making her look exceptionally radiant.
After filming began, Jiang Songchu stood in front of the camera with a gentle yet firm gaze.
She gently stroked the necklace around her neck, as if telling an ancient story.
Director Lin instructed her from the side: "Songchu, you need to show a sense of composure and confidence, as if these jewels are a part of your life."
Jiang Songchu nodded and readjusted his mind.
Her gaze gradually deepened, as if she had truly become one with the jewels.
In front of the camera, she is elegant and confident, like a woman who has stepped out of a classical painting.
After the photoshoot, Lin Jiaru walked up to her and gently patted her shoulder.
"Songchu, you did a great job. I believe this advertisement will make more people aware of you."
Jiang Songchu looked at her gratefully: "Mom, thank you for your trust. I will continue to work hard."
After leaving the filming location, Jiang Songchu and Lin Jiaru returned home.
Grandma Feng had already asked the housekeeper to prepare a sumptuous meal, waiting for her to return.
At the dinner table, Grandma Feng kept putting food on her plate, her eyes full of concern: "Songchu, look how thin you've become, eat more."
Xie Zhenggang remained silent as always, only quietly pouring her a cup of hot tea.
Jiang Songchu looked at everyone and felt a surge of warmth in her heart.
She knew that no matter how far she went, home would always be her warmest harbor.
After dinner, Jiang Songchu sat on the sofa, scrolling through messages in the crew group chat on her phone.
Chen Yun sent a message: "Songchu, how did the advertisement shoot go?"
"Everything is going smoothly on set, so you don't need to worry."
"Take a good rest, and we'll continue our efforts after the New Year."
Jiang Songchu replied, "The advertisement shoot went very smoothly, thank you Sister Yun. I'll get some rest, see you after the New Year."
Putting down her phone, Jiang Songchu leaned back on the sofa and let out a long sigh of relief.
She knew that her acting career had only just begun and that there would be many challenges ahead.
Outside the window, night was deepening. Jiang Songchu looked at the distant lights, her heart filled with anticipation.
A new year, a new beginning, and she's ready.
The next day was New Year's Eve.
Jiang Songchu woke up early, drew back the curtains, and sunlight streamed into the room, while a faint chill filled the air.
She stood by the window, gazing at the bustling street below, feeling a sense of loss.
This is her first time spending New Year's Eve in modern times. Although she has family and friends around her, she always feels that something is missing.
In ancient Tianrong, New Year's Eve was an extremely important festival.
Every household hangs red lanterns and pastes Spring Festival couplets in front of their doors, sets off fireworks and firecrackers to drive away the "Nian monster" and pray for peace and prosperity in the coming year.
On New Year's Eve back then, the air was filled with the smell of firecrackers and the smoke of battle, as well as the aroma of food. The streets were bustling with people and incredibly lively.
Jiang Songchu still remembers that every New Year's Eve when he was a child, because it was on the frontier, bonfires would be lit in the camps where soldiers sang and danced, and men and women celebrated the arrival of the new year.
Children in the city ran and played joyfully, while their mothers jogged after them, calling out, "Slow down, slow down, don't fall!"
Although the food was scarce, everyone was united in their resolve to fight the enemy and defend their homeland.
Every New Year's Eve, Jiang Songchu's father would tell stories from the battlefield by the campfire to encourage the soldiers to hold their ground.
Jiang Songchu's mother stood by, smiling gently, holding a bowl of steaming dumplings, which she distributed to each soldier.
Back then, Jiang Songchu would always hide behind his mother, secretly watching his father's serious face, feeling both awe and pride.
However, the good times didn't last long, as Jiang Songchu's mother tragically died in a surprise attack by enemy troops.
On New Year's Eve that year, the bonfire still burned, but the mother's laughter and the aroma of dumplings were missing.
The father's smiles became fewer and fewer, and when he finally returned victorious, no one was by his side.
Jiang Songchu remembers that her father stood in front of her mother's memorial tablet for a long time.
Every Lunar New Year's Eve thereafter, there will always be a place for the mother.
Jiang Songchu would set up a small table at home, with her mother's favorite food and a bowl of steaming dumplings on it.
The father would sit silently to the side, staring blankly into the distance.
Jiang Songchu knew that her father's heart had already gone with her mother.
"Dad, have some dumplings."
Jiang Songchu said softly, pushing a bowl of dumplings in front of her father.
The father slowly raised his head, a tear glistening in his eyes, but he forced it back down.
He took the bowl and said in a low voice, "This is your mother's favorite food."
Jiang Songchu nodded, a pang of sorrow gripping her heart.
She and her brother both knew that although their father appeared strong on the surface, his heart was already riddled with wounds.
New Year's Eve is always a tough night.
"Father, Mother would definitely want us to be well."
Jiang Songchu said softly, trying to comfort her father.
The father was silent for a moment, then finally nodded.
"Yes, she must want us to be okay."
Outside, the sound of firecrackers continued to rise and fall, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and the aroma of food.
The children on the street were still running and playing, their laughter echoing throughout the entire capital city.
However, there was always an unfillable void in the hearts of Jiang Songchu and her father.
"Dad, let's go set off fireworks in the yard."
Jiang Songchu suddenly suggested, trying to break the heavy atmosphere.
The father paused for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, let's go set off fireworks."
The father and daughter walked out of the house and stood in the yard.
Jiang Songchu lit a firework, sparks flying and illuminating the night sky.