Chapter 21 The wind rises from Fortunately, he is not that kind of person.
Xia Huanming, who was the first to react, lowered his head and chuckled, followed by Zheng Qi, who burst into an even more hearty laugh.
Zheng Peiya kindly reminded the two stunned people: "Why are you two standing there like idiots? Run!"
The two unlucky guys looked at each other and began to run around the living room to avoid Wang Baiyue's pursuit. On the way, they did not forget to call Chen Xing: "No! Xiaozhu! How could you betray us!" "I was wrong! Brother Yue, I was wrong!"
However, Chen Xing had already gone out with the other three.
"The weather is really nice today." Chen Xing sighed as he looked at the mountains in the distance.
The sun, hiding in the hazy clouds, cut through the distant mountains. A silvery white light slowly fell like running water, flowing along the paths in the woods into the peony beds, and then melting into the dense branches and leaves, splashing crow-black spots of light on the loess path they were walking on.
Zheng Peiya is a kind-hearted girl after all. She is concerned about the people inside: "Is it really okay to leave them in there?"
"There are cameras there, and he can't really beat anyone up," Zheng Qi comforted Zheng Peiya, "At most he'll get hit on the head."
Zheng Peiya: “…” But it didn’t provide much comfort.
"I can only make sure Brother Yue gets enough exercise today." said Xia Huanming, who was walking in front.
"I'm a little tempted by what you said," Zheng Qi swung his arms to stretch, "When can I get up early and exercise?"
Chen Xing had this plan in mind. When he heard that Zheng Qi was going to join, he quickly walked around to Zheng Qi and suggested, "Brother Qi, call me when you want to run. I also want to run in the morning, but they both got up too early. I'll take it slow like you."
"I was just wondering whether to call you, and you said it," Zheng Qi rubbed Chen Xing's hair with relief, "Then we will be running partners from now on."
Zheng Peiya, who was standing at the edge, said silently: "You have a really healthy schedule."
Chen Xing tilted his head to look at Zheng Peiya and directly invited her: "Peiya, are you coming too?"
Zheng Peiya blushed and shook her head: "I won't come. I like to work in the middle of the night."
Several people walked to the second area and followed the guide into a two-story low house next to the practice room. The layout here was similar to that of a school classroom, with a corridor leading to the end, and the windows were covered with black curtains, with light coming through the gaps.
The guide took them to a door with a sign reading "Male Group 2" and left. Chen Xing knocked on the door first, but no one answered him.
When he was hesitating whether to open the door, his arm was gently touched, and Xia Huanming's voice came softly: "Open it."
The captain said so, right? Chen Xing immediately felt confident and opened the door quickly.
The layout of the room is the same as that of a beauty salon, with dressing tables parked along two walls, mirrors taller than a person, and a circle of lights around them. On the tables are various types of styling sprays and cosmetics.
When they opened the door, several makeup artists were resting on the sofa. When they saw them coming, they quickly stood up and recognized their team members.
Chen Xing was taken away by a girl with blond hair and twin ponytails. Although the makeup artists were all wearing the same blue work clothes, the girl in front of Chen Xing was very different from the others.
This little girl has a typical baby face and wears red and orange gradient eyeshadow. The colors are bold but blended perfectly.
The girl took Chen Xing to change his clothes, and when he was done she brought him to the dressing table. She put Chen Xing's own clothes into a basket and placed it next to the water dispenser.
Chen Xing, who was the most fashionably dressed person in the group, has now become the most simply dressed person in the team - he is wearing only a set of sportswear that has been made to look old and torn, with the cuffs and trouser legs torn to varying degrees. Chen Xing feels like he has some air leakage when he walks.
Zheng Qi from next door said that if he got an iron bowl, he could go beg under the overpass. Chen Xing looked at himself in the mirror and thought that what he said made sense.
After putting on the mask, the girl took out a makeup bag from her bag, opened the buckle, and spread out her makeup in front of Chen Xing like a base, with very quick movements.
In just a few minutes, the girl poured Chen Xing a cup of jasmine tea.
The girl pulled a chair over and sat next to Chen Xing. She opened the makeup design on her phone and said, "Just call me Xiao Ling. If nothing goes wrong, I will be your makeup artist in the future. I will also help you with your costumes."
Chen Xing took a sip of water and asked, "Is this the type where one person and the whole period meet?"
"Yeah, after all, this is just a variety show, there's no need to be as meticulous as filming a TV show, one per person is enough," Xiao Ling placed her phone on the table, "Then I'll start with skin care. Do you have sensitive skin?"
Chen Xing shook his head and replied, "No, my face is quite tolerant."
"Really? I saw that your skin is so good, I thought it would be very sensitive," Xiaoling looked at Chen Xing in the mirror. Compared with her face, Chen Xing looked like a human-shaped light bulb, white and bright. "You are the male artist with the best skin I have ever seen."
Whenever he received such compliments, Chen Xing would give a uniform answer: "This is what happens when you don't get any sun."
But is this really possible?
Chen Xing's skin color became even whiter under the bright makeup light, and there were shining halos in the black pupils of his eyes, which made him look particularly lively.
Xiaoling was ecstatic. She loved doing makeup for artists like this the most. She didn't have to make drastic changes to their faces. And judging from the artist's attitude, she seemed to have a nice personality.
Xiaoling no longer restrained herself, clipped Chen Xing's bangs with a clip, and started to take care of her skin.
Time passed by little by little, and the room was filled with the industrial smell of cosmetics. From Chen Xing's mirror, he could see Xia Huanming's back.
Xia Huanming's chair was obviously much lower, and the girl assigned to him was only about 1.5 meters tall. She was busy from front to back, looking a little nervous. Xia Huanming seemed to have noticed this, and he comforted the girl: "Take your time, don't rush."
The girl then slowed down and adjusted her mindset, and the rest of her work went much more smoothly.
Chen Xing imitated Xia Huanming and said to Xiaoling: "Don't be in a hurry, take your time."
Xiaoling immediately grabbed a makeup brush in her left hand and assured her: "Don't worry, I'm a professional and I guarantee I'll finish the job quickly!"
Chen Xing: “?!”
He is not being sarcastic.
Chen Xing used his cell phone to keep track of the time. About an hour had passed, and Xiaoling had already put on her base makeup and started cutting gauze to make a scab on the scar.
While Xiaoling lowered her head to get ready, Chen Xing looked at himself in the mirror.
His fair skin completely turned into a yellow-white complexion. Although he was using foundations of different colors, the base makeup adhered very well, and there was no powder stuck in the triangle area at all, as if he was born with this skin color - if you don't look at his arms; the original end of his eyebrow was like a clear sharp angle, but after Xiaoling's trimming, the curvature of the eyebrow end was deepened, forming a s-shaped eyebrow with a miserable fate.
Chen Xing's hand emerged from the cloth and he gave a thumbs up: "The doctor is amazing. He brought the patient back to health."
Xiaoling's eyelids twitched. In all her years of working in the industry, this was the first time she heard someone praise her so directly. She was at a loss for words and could only respond with a smile.
From the time she put on makeup until now, Xiaoling has discovered that this artist really has a very good personality, or maybe a little too good.
Anyone who has been to a beauty salon or a barber shop knows that it is usually the clerks who ask questions to break the awkward deadlock. The same is true for other makeup artists here, but it is the opposite here. It is the artists who ask questions throughout the whole process.
Are all artists this good at chatting nowadays?
As Xiaoling was thinking about this, the person on the chair started asking questions again: "Xiaoling, how long have you been a makeup artist?"
"About four years," Xiao Ling applied skin wax on Chen Xing's right cheek and glued the gauze on, "I've been following the stage."
Chen Xing smiled and said, "At first I thought you were an intern at such a young age, but you turned out to be so professional right after you got started. You're amazing."
Although Xiaoling was wearing a mask, you could tell from her eyes and eyebrows that she was very happy.
Half an hour later, Xiaoling had drawn scars or bruises on all the exposed skin of Chen Xing. Finally, she applied a little water to his hair and the first version of the look was ready.
Chen Xing stood up and walked behind Zheng Qi.
When Zheng Qi looked up, he thought it was a child who had just crawled out of the kang. He said admiringly, "Great, it's a great painting. It looks like he escaped death. The scar looks so real."
Chen Xing pointed at Xiaoling who was packing up her things: "Our Xiaoling has good skills."
Zheng Qi nodded: "Okay, this skin color suits you very well."
Xiaoling was probably shy, so she didn't say a word and pushed Chen Xing to the next room to take the final makeup photos. When Chen Xing passed by Xia Huanming's position, he found that Xia Huanming was not there.
Should I take some photos first? Chen Xing thought.
Chen Xing followed Xiao Ling to the next room and found Xia Huanming taking pictures. Just like when taking promotional photos, there was a huge white curtain in the middle of the room, and professional camera equipment was placed in front of the curtain. Zheng Peiya and Xue Si Nian, as creative screenwriters, worked with Director Yu to give guidance on the styling and compare the degree of restoration.
After seeing Chen Xing, Xue Si Nian immediately put her hands behind her back and made a scissors sign, and Chen Xing also made a scissors sign in return.
"Okay, just do this move, look at the camera."
The photographer's loud voice drew Chen Xing's attention back to Xia Huanming.
Xia Huanming was wearing a black shirt that showed off his figure very well. The two suspenders connecting his pants were tightly attached to his chest muscles. His hair was combed into a messy and flamboyant style, and there was a small horizontal scar on his nose bone. His left hand held a cowhide jacket on his shoulder; his other right hand, which was wearing a black leather glove, held a white gun.
The photographer kept asking Xia Huanming to be as serious as possible, so Chen Xing once again saw Xia Huanming with a cold face.
Chen Xing heard Xiao Ling whispering beside him: "To be honest, it's a good thing Xia Huanming isn't such a cold artist. If he were, I wouldn't dare to get close to such an artist."
Chen Xing looked at Xia Huanming, who bowed slightly to the photographer after finishing the photo shoot.
A clear wave flashed across that indifferent face, and the cold aura dissipated like warm snow in spring.
Chen Xing answered thoughtfully: "Yes, fortunately it's not."
Because Xia Huanming needed to change into another set of clothes, he just looked at Chen Xing and left the filming location without saying anything.
The photographer adjusted the equipment and directed Chen Xing: "Okay, Chen Xing, come on."
Chen Xing went to take the photo. He only had this one look for this episode, so after taking the final photo and doing some minor retouching, it was over. He changed out of his ragged clothes and went back to the dressing room to remove his makeup.
When Xiaoling was applying makeup remover to the cotton pad, Wang Baiyue, who was about to take a photo, came over with his phone in hand. Wang Baiyue had changed into a work suit and looked like a member of a base, with two lines of cement dust painted on his face.
"Come on, let me take a photo first." Wang Baiyue raised his phone and put his arm around Chen Xing's shoulders. "It's rare to see Chen Xing this dark."
"I want to take pictures too, I want to take pictures too." Zhao Xingyu also rushed over and stood on Chen Xing's left. "To be honest, Xiaozhu, you look very sincere now. I believe everything you say."
Chen Xing turned around and looked at Zhao Xingyu: "I said you didn't have 185 when you took off your shoes."
Wang Baiyue nodded: "It's true, I believe it."
Zhao Xingyu: “No?”
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