This album is in the style of motorcycle boys, but only An Yi in the whole group can ride a motorcycle, so after An Yi finished his makeup, he went to film his part first. Jin He... Jin He just took off his headgear.
"My goodness, I have to remove this floral decoration too." The makeup artist wiped Jin He's face with a makeup remover wipe. Because of the late nights and heavy makeup she had been wearing during the shoot, Jin He's skin wasn't in good condition. The makeup artist could tell at a glance that Jin He's makeup would definitely cake up later.
"If only you didn't have these dark circles under your eyes, I could just do your eyebrows and you'd be ready to go."
Wang Yang stood beside Jin He, arms crossed, watching her drink coffee. "If you put on makeup now, it'll definitely cake up. If you don't put on makeup, your dark circles won't look good on camera."
Jin He looked at herself in the mirror from left to right, noticing her dark circles: "Then, how about putting on a face mask?"
"Stay." The makeup artist pinched Jin He's chin and examined him for a while. "I originally wanted to go for a handsome young man style, but that style is too powdery and doesn't look good. Well, since you don't have any blemishes on your face anyway, I'll do a base makeup for you, keep your dark circles, and you can go for the apathetic look?"
"Apathy towards life?"
"Yeah, that's the kind of style where you don't like anyone and want to take down the whole world."
"Isn't that An Yi?"
Wang Yang: "..."
"If he hears you say that, he'll turn on you again."
Jin He touched his nose: "Never mind what I said."
Jin He sat in front of the mirror for another half hour before the makeup artist finally finished his makeup. She also put an ear clip on his earlobe, which made Jin He's ear uncomfortable, and he kept reaching out to scratch it.
“Come here, look at me.” The music video director straightened Jin He’s shoulder: “Imagine I’m a pile of dog poop.”
"Yes, just look at me, Jin He, with an even more arrogant expression, imagine I'm a pile of dog poop!" The photographer, holding the camera, was full of passion, spitting as he instructed Jin He on how to pose.
"Yes, yes, lift your chin a little higher, a little higher! Yes, droop your eyelids slightly, look at me with the same expression you have for that piece of shit."
Jin He: "..."
Do you guys have any special fetishes?
"This shot requires you to dash up to the wall in one stride, right here." The director pointed to the pile of dilapidated ruins and said, "Don't worry, we've laid out soft padding all around you. All you have to do is rush up, and then turn around for a profile shot that tells a story."
"Okay, director!"
Jin He looked at the small wall in the distance and thought it was a piece of cake. It was just a matter of jumping up and turning around. He had been practicing martial arts scenes at the film and television base a lot lately.
"Action!"
Jin He leaped forward, but stopped abruptly at the base of the wall. He wondered why the wall didn't seem so tall from a distance…
He was so much taller than him!
"Cut! Jinhe, what's wrong?"
The director, holding up a pager, looked at him and asked, "Why aren't you jumping?"
"Sorry, director," Jin He explained, "I didn't estimate the distance correctly. Let's do another take."
This take was very easy and it was done in one take. Jin He is quite agile. She grabbed the wall with both hands, pushed herself up, and jumped up. She straightened up, turned her head and looked back, giving the director a profile view that was very telling.
"Okay, that's a take." The director nodded. "Next location, the motorcycle spot."
As soon as he finished speaking, the lighting, photography, and directing directors all rushed off the set, leaving Jin He standing alone against the wall, completely dumbfounded: "Hey!"
Perhaps Jin He's movements were too agile, causing the director and cameraman to forget that going up and coming down are two completely different things, especially since there was nothing around Jin He to help her. That wall must have been at least two meters high; jumping down would likely have resulted in injury.
"Director! Put me down first!" Jin He called out to him from the wall, but the others were too far away to hear her.
Jin He: "Isn't anyone going to do something about this?!"
This TV production team is killing people but not burying them!
But everyone is busy with their own things now. There are only two assistants in the team of five, one with An Yi and one with Lin Nian. Jin He looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him. He sighed resignedly and squatted down shakily.
Going up and coming down felt completely different. The fear he felt when coming down was magnified countless times. Jin He clung tightly to the wall with his arms, his toes dangling down as he tried to find the ground, but there was still nothing beneath his feet, which made his heart pound in his chest.
"Just jump, it's not that high anyway." Jin He mentally calculated that even if the wall was 2.5 meters high, after subtracting her leg length... she'd still have over a meter left!
It's okay, there's a soft pad underneath.
Jin He heard the director calling her name on the other end of the line, and she felt anxious and scared. Her face turned red, so she gritted her teeth and prepared to just let go and fall to the ground. It wouldn't hurt anyway.
With a sudden burst of determination, he loosened his grip, and his body fell naturally, landing squarely in a strong embrace. Even through the fabric of his clothes, Jin He could feel the other person's warm body temperature and strong heartbeat, each beat making his head spin.
The familiar scent of citrus and mint filled her nostrils; it was the fragrance of the shower gel Jin He usually used.
Jin He felt her face burning for no reason, perhaps because it was too hot in the summer.
It must be because it's too hot in summer.
“I’m telling you, if you can’t get down, can’t you call for help? If I hadn’t come today, you would have fallen flat on your backside with a ‘pia’ and broken the base of your tail!”
Jin He: "..."
"Shut up."
"Why should I!"
Jin He thought about secretly drugging An Yi to make him mute, hehe, what a noisy guy!
"I saved your life, aren't you going to thank me?"
Jin He agreed with this: "Thank you."
"You're welcome, it's all I should do." An Yi seemed quite smug, but Jin He didn't know what he was so proud of, so she just nudged him with her elbow.
Aren't you going to put me down?
"No, I'll hug you a little longer. I haven't hugged you in so long, and you never come to me for a hug. Do I always have to take the initiative?" An Yi complained to Jin He, "You won't come to me unless I tell you!"
Jin He was completely confused: "Huh? Hug me? Why are you hugging me?"
"Isn't this how it should be? It's going to rain, a mother is going to remarry, and An Yi is going to hold Jin He."
What the hell are you talking about?!
"Alright, since I have important business to attend to today, let's just hug for a little while. You can come to me to sleep when we get back tonight." An Yi raised his chin, like a proud peacock. "I agree. You don't need to be so reserved tonight."
Jin He reached out and touched An Yi's forehead: He has finally gone mad.
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