Jiang Nian hid behind the wall, stuck out his head, and looked at the backs of Tang Zhixi and Ye Hanzhi standing outside from a distance.
When he saw Ye Hanzhi taking off his windbreaker and putting it on Tang Zhixi, Jiang Nian clenched his little fist and knocked on the wall excitedly.
"Well, it's a good match."
A voice suddenly came out from behind, making Jiang Nian tremble. She quickly covered her mouth and glanced behind her.
Only then did he realize that there were four people standing behind him. He Yuzhe, Lu Shang, the director, and the director's assistant.
"He, Mr. He, director."
"You're very brave, and you dare to peek." He Yuzhe said, and also took a peek, "Well, the man is talented and the woman is beautiful."
"I, I'll just take a look."
He Yuzhe looked at her swollen half of the face, feeling pitiful, and stopped teasing her.
When the director saw that He Yuzhe had stopped talking, he said, "Nian Nian, go and ask the makeup artist if it's OK? The stage outside has been set up, and I can't film the next scene without makeup."
"I, I'm going to ask?" Jiang Nian looked at He Yuzhe, then at Lu Shang, and finally at the director.
Then he saw the three of them nodding together. When the assistant saw them nodding, he also nodded after realizing it.
"I, I, I" she wanted to say that she didn't dare. The third master was so scary, and she was afraid of going over and interrupting their time together.
"Don't worry, you are Miss Tang's, that man doesn't dare to do anything to you." He Yuzhe said.
"Yes, really?"
"Yes, go ahead."
Jiang Nian's mouth twitched, why did these four words sound like: Go! Go to death!
Even more scared.
She was frightened and moved over cautiously.
As a result, they were halfway through the journey when Tang Zhixi and Ye Hanzhi turned around when they heard the sound.
Jiang Nian was startled and immediately stood up straight.
"What's wrong?" Tang Zhixi asked.
"Xi, Sister Xi." Jiang Niandao, "The director said that the stage is set up and your makeup is ready."
Tang Zhixi frowned slightly. She didn't want to use that makeup artist, but whoever could do makeup couldn't let the whole crew postpone it for a day.
"The stage? The stage?" Ye Hanzhi asked, glancing behind the wall.
He saw three heads that retracted in time, and one of them retracted a beat too late. He didn't see the face, but looking at the long and messy hair, it must be the director's.
"Yes." Jiang Nian heard Ye Hanzhi's question and said mechanically, as if he had turned into a voice machine, "That makeup artist is here to do opera makeup. But after he came, he started to find faults in all kinds of ways.
Difficult, now."
Ye Hanzhi looked at Tang Zhixi and saw that she pursed her lips and said nothing, and said with a smile: "Sister Xi, are you worried?"
Tang Zhixi raised her eyes and looked at him, her eyes cold.
"Don't worry, I'm here." He smiled and said, "I'll do your makeup professionally. From makeup, patches to clothing."
Jiang Nian's eyes widened and he looked at Ye Hanzhi in surprise. Was she hallucinating? What did she hear?
There was a moment of surprise in Tang Zhixi's eyes, but soon the surprise turned into a smile: "I'll trouble you, Third Master."
"Willing to serve."
In the dressing room No. 1, there were only two people, Ye Hanzhi and Tang Zhixi.
Jiang Nian wanted to go in to help, but was blocked by He Yuzhe.
The director was very worried. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the noble gentleman was not a person who could put on makeup. If he waited for a long time and couldn't shoot, wouldn't it be a waste of money? "He Shao, that friend of yours, he, he
May I?"
He Yuzhe raised his hand to hook his shoulder, but when he saw his disheveled hair, he put his hand down again and patted his shoulder: "Do you know who that person is inside?"
"Can I know?" the director asked anxiously.
I don't know if it was a coincidence, intentionally or unintentionally, but no one had ever called him "Third Master" or "Hanzhi" in front of the director. Even though Ye Hanzhi had been on the set for five or six days.
So he never knew who this noble young master was, and he didn't even hear his last name. He didn't dare to ask, for fear of causing trouble.
"His surname is Ye."
The director's legs went weak and he quickly leaned against the wall, shocked. He knew that your son must be expensive, but he didn't expect it to be so expensive. No wonder he was respectful to the man in front of him.
Fortunately, fortunately, he has always been serious about filming, being careful and not feeling sorry for the newcomers, otherwise he might have been waiting in line in the underworld to drink Meng Po soup.
"Is it Mr. Ye, or Mr. Ye?"
He Yuzhe helped him and said, "Boss Lin is his mother."
The director almost recited it in one breath: "Three, Third Master."
"I'm a big fan of theaters." He Yuzhe patted his back and reassured him, "Don't worry, I'm absolutely professional. Just go ahead and film."
In the dressing room, Tang Zhixi opened her eyes and saw her face with makeup and oil paint in the mirror, and the corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily.
She felt like a zombie, so ugly that she simply closed her eyes and urged: "Hurry up."
"Okay." Ye Hanzhi responded, and then began to paint red. The red oil paint bloomed from the end of the eye, like a begonia flower blooming little by little.
"Third Master, my face is real, you can use a little force." Tang Zhixi suddenly said.
"I know it's all true." Ye Hanzhi responded with a smile, but the movements of his hands were still very light.
Putting on makeup was a long process. Tang Zhixi was a little sleepy. She was afraid that she would fall asleep, so she randomly found a topic: "Have you ever put on makeup on yourself?"
"No." Ye Hanzhi said, "After my mother gave up the idea of letting me learn drama, she saw that I was idle and upset all day, so she sent me to the backstage. But I only did makeup for her, and no one else.
If anyone dares to transform me, open your eyes and let me take a look."
Tang Zhixi opened her eyes. Ye Hanzhi pressed his fingers on her temples, raised the ends of her eyes and looked at them.
In fact, the ends of Tang Zhixi's eyes are somewhat raised, so it is easier to draw the eyes: "Close your eyes and I will transform into the other one."
Tang Zhixi closed her eyes, and Ye Hanzhi couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he saw that she was rarely so good.
After the eyes are done, only the eyebrows and lips are left with makeup on the face.
Ye Hanzhi bent over, gently lifted her chin with one fingertip, and drew her eyebrows with the other hand, looking very serious.
Tang Zhixi closed her eyes at first, but after a while, for some unknown reason, she opened her eyes.
Ye Hanzhi's face was very close, so close that she could clearly see the eyelashes one by one, which were thick, long, and a little warped.
Tang Zhixi stared at his eyelashes in a trance, and she didn't even notice that his eyelashes trembled a few times.
Ye Hanzhi pursed his lips and seemed to endure it again and again before moving his gaze from her eyebrows to her eyes. He said in a somewhat forbearing voice: "Zhixi."
This time, Tang Zhixi's eyelashes trembled and she looked into his eyes: "Huh?"
Ye Hanzhi looked at her eyes that were not afraid to look at him, and for a moment, he sighed softly, and said with a helpless smile: "Zhixi, if you keep staring at me, I might not be able to help but do something."
Not a particularly good thing.”
Tang Zhixi still looked at him, and a slight smile gradually appeared in her eyes. Then she raised her eyebrows and teased him: "What's the matter?"
This provocative tone.
Ye Hanzhi gritted his teeth, but Tang Zhixi seemed to know that Ye Hanzhi couldn't do anything to her, and her thoughts became even more amusing: "What's the matter?"
Ye Hanzhi's index finger kept lifting her chin and never let go. Seeing her like this, he narrowed his eyes and suddenly came closer. He put his thumb on the corner of her lips and kissed her.