Lan Shuang rarely went to the company, so she borrowed the dance studio, changed into a fairly suitable classical dance costume, put on a wig, and did her own makeup. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt that something was missing.
888 prompted: "Host, your outfit is very exotic. Why don't you wear a veil? The effect should be stunning when you pull the veil at the end."
Lan Shuang raised her delicately drawn eyebrows, slightly raising the ends of them, and used brightly colored eyeshadow and eyeliner to outline fairy-like petal patterns.
This face is indeed beautifully painted, but it lacks a bit of mystery.
Wearing a veil does work better.
Lan Shuang followed suit and picked out a tassel veil from the pile of jewelry on the side. She hung it behind her ears, covering the lower half of her face. As she walked, the golden tassels swayed slightly, looking mysterious and charming.
The other boy who came up from the elevator was stunned for a long time when he saw this, until the person behind him got impatient and pushed him: "Hey, Lin Zhiran, what are you doing? Let's go."
"Oh, okay."
Lin Zhiran walked out of the elevator, looked at the place where Lan Shuang disappeared, and asked his companions behind him: "Is that the dance studio over there?"
"Yeah, are you going to practice dancing?" The friend behind him didn't see Lan Shuang, so he naturally didn't know what he meant by asking this question.
Lin Zhiran shook his head and nodded again: "I really want to practice. I'm going to be on a show soon, and I'm a little nervous. But it looks like there are people in the dance studio. I'll come back later."
"Okay, or if you want to go, there's one on the second floor."
"Forget it. There are always people on the second floor. Let's go and see Brother Liu."
Lin Zhiran took one last look in the direction of the dance studio, thinking about the stunning glimpse he had just had, and left.
…
Lan Shuang set up her mobile phone in the dance studio, tried it out and found it was okay, then posed in front of the mirror.
When the music sounded, she flicked her hand lightly, and golden-red silk flew out. She seemed to wake up suddenly, and she stepped barefoot on the ground following the rhythm of the music, sometimes jumping lightly, sometimes landing gracefully, her body soft and strong.
Her dance incorporates elements of Dunhuang murals. The overall style is elegant and colorful, giving a strong visual impact. The dance is also very intense. The last move is that she spins like a flower and falls to the ground. She looks back and smiles, and her veil falls off, revealing her beautiful and lively face.
Her eyes were fixed on the camera, and her smile was brighter than the sunshine outside the window.
Feeling that it was almost done, Lan Shuang got up and pressed pause, watching the video from beginning to end. She found a few flaws, so she deleted them and started over. In this way, she spent the entire afternoon in the dance studio and finally recorded a satisfactory result.
It's also because the company is small and most of the artists are actors, not many of them practice dancing, otherwise she wouldn't be able to occupy the dance studio all the time.
"Host, are you okay?" 888 asked with concern, looking at Lan Shuang who was slumped in a corner of the dance studio.
Lan Shuang was exhausted and sweaty. "What do you think?"
"I don't feel well. Are you hungry?"
Lan Shuang touched her belly and said, "A little bit."
She took a break and felt she had regained some strength. She stood up and prepared to leave, but she almost bumped into someone outside as soon as she pushed the door open.
She took two steps back and looked at the boy at the door, "You——"
"Sorry, I wanted to knock on the door to see if anyone was there, but I didn't expect you to open the door."
Lin Zhiran said as his eyes fell on Lan Shuang's face and he couldn't move away. She was really beautiful...
Lan Shuang shook her head: "It's okay, I just finished it, you can use it."
As he said that, he walked sideways past Lin Zhiran.
Lin Zhiran looked at her back and wanted to go up and talk to her. A few people passing by closed their mouths and looked strange when they saw Lan Shuang.
Lan Shuang ignored her, and Lin Zhiran couldn't help but feel curious: "Why do you have such expressions?"
"you do not know?"
"He's new here."
"Even a newcomer shouldn't be unfamiliar with that person. That was Lan Shuang!"
Lin Zhiran was stunned: "Lan Shuang?"
"Yes, the one who caused such a stir as the mistress..."
Lan Shuang hadn't walked too far when she could hear the whispers behind her clearly. She pushed open the door of the dressing room with an expressionless face.
888: "Host, don't be angry. Once the truth comes out, you can wash away these stigmas."
Lan Shuang said as she removed her makeup, "Why should I be angry? They weren't scolding me, and even if they were, what they said wasn't true. Why would I bother with them?"
888 gave a thumbs up: "As expected of a host, your heart is really strong."
Lan Shuang took off her false eyelashes, looked at her face covered in foam in the mirror, and said with a smile, "I'm just a little itchy right now. I really want to beat the shit out of Gu Ting and his little wife."
888: “…”
How could I not be angry about something like this when he didn't say it?
"But it doesn't matter. There's no rush to criticize them. Blackmailing them first will create more topics. The best time to clarify will be when my traffic increases. Otherwise, people will just say they're trying to ride on my popularity, and no one will really take it seriously."
Lan Shuang washed her face and sat in front of the mirror. She said very calmly, "In this circle, not being famous is a sin. If you are not famous, no one will hear what you say."
Hearing this, 888 suddenly spoke with emotion, "It wasn't because the original owner couldn't survive that she was weak. She had tried hard to come out of depression, but unfortunately her voice was too weak, and no one heard her cries for help."
Lan Shuang remained silent. The original owner's emotions surged up at this moment and she felt suffocated.
After a moment's pause, she said, "Don't worry, I won't let those two culprits off so easily."
"I want them to have a taste of what it's like to be ruined."
Lan Shuang said solemnly to the person in the mirror.
…
When Lan Shuang went out to wait for the bus, she saw the boy again, but this time he didn't come forward. He stood there and looked at Lan Shuang with a subtle look.
Lan Shuang smiled at him, then stopped a taxi and was about to get in when the boy came over hesitantly again.
"Is there anything wrong?" Lan Shuang asked calmly.
Lin Zhiran shook his head: "It's late, it's not good for you to take the bus alone, can I take you home?"
Lan Shuang was stunned. "Do you know who I am? Are you sure you want to go with me?"
Lin Zhiran looked a little embarrassed: "I know, you are Lan Shuang."
He stretched out his hand and smiled, looking very shy: "My name is Lin Zhiran, and I'm new to the company."
On this night in late spring and early summer, Lan Shuang looked at the white hand stretched out under the dim street light and suddenly smiled. If there had been such a hand to help the original owner, she might not have ended up in such a desperate situation.
Unfortunately, there is no if.
But she would not refuse this belated kindness.
She held Lin Zhiran's hand and said with a smile, "Okay."
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