Ye Zhaodi had very pretty facial features, with round almond-shaped eyes, a tall and small nose, and a cherry-like mouth. However, she usually wore gray clothes and had no money to dress up her face, so her skin was dark and dry, with a few freckles on her face and messy eyebrows.
But she has a good foundation, and if she just tidies up, she will definitely be prettier than the girl who just bought a shirt.
Chu Yue pinched Ye Zhaodi's chin and said, "Passive."
Ye Zhaodi seemed to have been acupunctured. She sat upright with her hands on her knees, like the best student in the classroom, and did not move an inch.
Even later Chu Yue took out a sharp blade and wanted to hit Ye Zhaodi in the face.
Ye Zhaodi was so nervous that she grabbed her pants with her fingers, but she still did not dodge or evade. Without even asking a question, she let Chu Yue put the blade on her face.
"Zhao Di, don't be nervous, this is eyebrow trimming."
Swish, swish, swish, the sharp blade scraped across Ye Zhaodi's eyebrows, and the messy wild eyebrows soon turned into curved willow-leaf eyebrows, which not only conformed to the aesthetic of that era, but also very suitable for Ye Zhaodi's round face shape.
Chu Yue said again, "Close your eyes."
Ye Zhaodi closed her eyes. Because she was too nervous, her eyebrows were wrinkled and her eyelashes were trembling nervously.
She thought Chu Yue would hit her in the face with the blade again, but what she felt was a gentle exhalation.
Chu Yue blew towards Ye Zhaodi, gently blowing away the eyebrows that were on her face. If there were some that could not be blown away, she gently tapped them with a sponge and they fell off.
When Ye Zhaodi opened her eyes, she felt her face was hot and her heart was beating wildly. It was no longer because of nervousness, but a warm current that was rushing around in her chest.
Chu Yue then took out a facial mask and put it on Ye Zhaodi's face.
The little girl didn't even know what skin care products were, let alone what a wet, sticky facial mask was, so she was nervous and wanted to try it.
Chu Yue ordered again, "Don't move."
Ye Zhaodi immediately put down her raised hand.
Chu Yue leaned forward slightly, carefully adjusted every corner of the mask and fitted it to Ye Zhaodi's face, and asked softly, "Do you feel uncomfortable?"
"...It's cool and icy...and a little prickly..." Ye Zhaodi didn't dare to move and said stiffly.
Chu Yue explained, "It's all normal. This is a facial mask to hydrate your face. Your face was very dry before, and you were seriously dehydrated. Your skin can't accept the sudden hydration, so it will feel stinging. After it's done, you'll feel better."
Facial mask... Ye Zhaodi listened to the new and unfamiliar words and asked in a low voice, "Sister Yue, how long do I have to keep this on?"
"Fifteen minutes."
In the next fifteen minutes, a customer came in to buy something. Ye Zhaodi subconsciously wanted to go and entertain him, but Chu Yue held her shoulders and asked her to sit still for fifteen minutes while she went to greet the customer.
When the time was up, Chu Yue took off the mask, wet her handkerchief and wiped Ye Zhaodi's face to clean off the sticky essence.
Chu Yue reminded, "Zhao Di, try touching your face."
Ye Zhaodi carefully raised her hand and gently touched her face. The touch was very novel, just like touching... a steamed bun just out of the pot.
Soft and bouncy.
This turned out to be her face.
Applying a facial mask is just the first step. Next, apply vanishing cream to moisturize the skin. A thin layer of foundation covers Ye Zhaodi's natural freckles. Light eye shadow deepens the depth of her eyes, and light blush highlights the girl's softness.
Chu Yue put light makeup on Ye Zhaodi. Ye Zhaodi was young, so she looked good by brightening her skin tone and highlighting her translucence.
"Open your mouth... just a little bit."
Chu Yue took the lipstick, scooped a little color with her fingertips, pressed it on Ye Zhaodi's lips, and then rubbed it evenly with her fingers.
The lips have a natural rosy color and the doctor has cured it.
The face makeup is complete, next is the hairstyle.
In order to make work easier, Ye Zhaodi sometimes didn't even braid her hair. She just tied her hair into a ball at the back of her head.
Chu Yue took out a brand new comb from the store, untangled Ye Zhaodi's long hair, and found that her hair was tangled and difficult to manage. She then took out some baby powder and sprinkled it on Ye Zhaodi's hair. She then picked up small strands of her hair, slowly combed them, and then took care of her whole head.
Chu Yue’s hairstyling skills were average, but she knew how to do a simple pigtail. So she parted Ye Zhaodi’s hair in the middle and braided two pigtails, one on the left and one on the right.
Thick black hair looks great when tied into braids.
Chu Yue patted Ye Zhaodi on the shoulder, "Zhaodi, it's done."
She couldn't wait to appreciate the results, but this time Ye Zhaodi sat on the chair and didn't move at all.
"Zhao Di?" Chu Yue called softly and walked to Ye Zhao Di to see her.
Suddenly, she heard soft sobs, and then Ye Zhaodi hugged her waist and put his head close to her.
A suppressed and choked cry came from Chu Yue's arms.
Ye Zhaodi called out very quietly... "Mom..."
Just as Chu Yue was combing her hair, Ye Zhaodi's eyes suddenly became red. She remembered that when she was a child, her parents were still alive and her mother was so gentle and warm when combing her hair.
Chu Yue used prickly heat powder when combing her hair. The prickly heat powder had a faint fragrance, which was exactly the smell that Ye Zhaodi had on her mother's body in her memory.
Light, gentle and warm.
All of a sudden, all the emotions came up, and when Ye Zhaodi turned her back to Chu Yue, her eyes were red and tears were falling.
She was strong-willed and bit her lips hard so that no sound could be made.
But as soon as Chu Yue spoke to her, calling her name in a gentle voice, Ye Zhaodi could no longer hold back, and all her sadness and grief burst out in tears.
She hugged Chu Yue's waist tightly with both hands, lowered her head and curled up, as if she wanted to return to her mother's womb.
After losing her parents, she not only had to survive on her own, but also had to take care of her younger brother. It was really too tiring. If she hadn't met the kind-hearted person Chu Yue, she would have almost forgotten what sweetness felt like.
Chu Yue helped her vent her anger, gave her a job, gave her and her brother candied haws to eat, taught her how to make a living, and even... combed her hair.
"Sister Ayue, you are such a good person... such a good person... I want to follow you all my life and work for you all my life... I will work hard, please don't leave me... please don't leave me..." Ye Zhaodi kept crying, her shoulders shaking, like a child who was afraid of being abandoned.
Chu Yue patted Ye Zhaodi's shoulders again and again, and promised earnestly, "Okay, I won't abandon you. Zhaodi, an employee as serious and hardworking as you is hard to find even with a lantern, so how could I not abandon you?"
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