"As a makeup artist, is being good at talking a necessary skill? You've already praised me twice in one minute."
"Teacher Luo is beautiful and gentle, so I complimented her subconsciously, and I am happy to compliment beautiful women."
Yan Huaiqing sat upright and watched the makeup artist put makeup on her, occasionally glancing over.
Today's makeup artists are a couple. The male makeup artist who was doing Yan Huaiqing's makeup lifted Yan Huaiqing's chin and turned his face back, "Teacher Yan, it's time to nod your head and stop looking at Teacher Luo."
Yan Huaiqing tilted his head, "If you don't chat with me, I can only listen to gossip."
"Do you have to use your eyes to hear gossip?" The male makeup artist, who has worked with Yan Huaiqing many times, lowered his voice and jokingly said.
Luo Qingman noticed the movement over there and couldn't help but look over there.
Yan Huaiqing pointed at the sweet-scented osmanthus baked milk on the table and said, "It will get cold if you don't drink it."
The female makeup artist said, "Teacher Luo, please drink first. I will put makeup on your legs first. Please stretch out your legs."
"Okay, thank you."
Yan Huaiqing's looks were already there, so he didn't need to put on makeup, and it wouldn't take long. He turned on his roller skating chair and sat next to Luo Qingman to watch her put on makeup.
Seeing him coming, Luo Qingman stared at him for a second, then handed him the cup in her hand and told him, "Take it and throw it away."
Seeing that there was a trash can not far from her feet, Yan Huaiqing asked with a smile: "Let me take it out and throw it away? Isn't the trash can right there? Why go so far away instead of near?"
"You are free now, aren't you? I'll find something for you to do so you don't get bored."
"OK."
The makeup artist who was doing Yan Huaiqing's makeup stood in front of Luo Qingman and said, "Teacher Luo, please raise your head and nod. I will continue to put on the makeup for you. I will try not to touch you."
"good."
After the male makeup artist finished applying makeup to her face, he went to the side to organize the cosmetics, leaving the female makeup artist to continue covering up the scars on Luo Qing's collarbone and neckline.
Yan Huaiqing was afraid that she would feel uncomfortable if he continued to look at her, so he picked up his mobile phone to play, and after a while asked her if she wanted to drink water.
After she finished her makeup, the director started urging her to finish.
Yan Huaiqing helped her into the cage made of real thorns and reminded her: "The thorns around are real, be careful not to get touched. Be careful when shooting the scene where the thorns pierce the skin."
"good."
After the filming started, Luo Qingman sat down in the cage, looking at everything inside and outside the cage. Her eyes gradually changed from confusion, helplessness, hesitation, fear, struggle, despair to calmness.
The thorns pierced the skin, and after the director called for a pause, the makeup artist went to add makeup to create the effect of bleeding.
The tower is covered with thorns. The scarlet tower is surrounded by thorns, solemn and heavy.
The girl in the cage finally negotiated with the man outside with a smile and resolutely jumped off the tower of thorns.
The dark red high heels stepped on the ground, making a heart-wrenching sound. She was covered in blood, but her eyes were sharp. She walked step by step to distance herself from the disaster behind her.
The roar of a heavy motorcycle sounded, and an arrogant face flashed by under the black helmet.
The scene changed, and the heel of a high-heeled shoe stepped on the chest of a man who was half leaning on a thorny chair, with scars on his face and blood on the corners of his mouth. He leaned over and looked at him.
The man had a playful look in his eyes, a nonchalant smile in his eyes, and a casual and uninhibited expression.
She looked at him disdainfully and exerted a little force on her foot, causing the man's head to tilt back and lean against the seat.
The dagger was pressed against the man's throat, an explosion sounded, and in the red firelight, the man still smiled and looked at her.
"Cut!" The director called a stop, smiling brightly, "Very expressive! You are indeed a hot actor!"
"Huaiqing, the play is very good. I want to recommend you to act."
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