Xu Chunqiu smeared on Xie Lang's face, drew his eyebrows and eyes, and painted his lips red.

Then holding a tie headband, crossing, and strangling the back, Xie Lang's eyes were black in pain, and he shouted again.

Fuck gentle, Xu Chunqiu's gentleness just now was all a lie.

"You big pig's trotters, it doesn't hurt if you say yes!"

Xu Chunqiu said helplessly, "This hurts anyone, the first time I strangled my head when I was a child, I was strangled so much that I made a sound." ”

"Bear with me, and you won't feel any pain when you're beautiful later. ”

The most painful strangulation passed, Xu Chunqiu picked up the wig piece again, dipped it in shavings water, pasted it on her forehead and temples one by one, pasted the film and gave her a head face, and the emerald head was heavily pressed on the head, kingfisher feathers, rhinestones and sterling silver were gathered together, and the colorful colors were like a little smart floating light on the water of the secluded lake, Xie Lang looked left and right at the mirror, as if he wanted to stare at himself in the mirror, and he no longer felt a headache.

After the painting was finished, Xie Lang was led by the makeup master to change his clothes at the back, Xu Chunqiu took advantage of this time to finally have a free time, and went up the stairs with carved clothes to the second floor.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. ”

Old Man Fu was sitting in the box waiting for her, and the tea had been gratered out three times, the hot one became cold, and the cold one became hot. Secretary Yu poured tea for her with a painful face, Xu Chunqiu took it and took a sip slightly, blurting out, "Good tea." ”

Secretary Yu glanced at her resentfully, like a profligate little resentful woman whose husband spends all day drinking, "Isn't it good tea, 'Ryoma' celebrates." ”

"Ryoma" celebrates?

1920's "Ryoma" is celebrated!

Xu Chunqiu lowered her gaze again, ninety years have passed, she has encountered things from that era again, unconsciously, her expression actually revealed a little nostalgia, the warm white porcelain cup nested in the palm of her hand, as if it still carried the temperature of that chaotic era.

At that time, Xie Lang happened to change his clothes and walked out, and the camera teacher was shooting at a different angle. She is dressed as Yang Guifei, with a phoenix crown, cloud shoulders, wide sleeves, a wide body, a jade belt hanging loosely from her waist, a bright yellow female python robe, and a head full of pearlescent jade.

Old Man Fu got up and came down from upstairs, and walked straight into the camera until he was in the same frame as Xie Lang, and Xu Chunqiu hurriedly followed.

I saw the old man looking at Xie Lang with empty eyes, and after a while, he made a pertinent evaluation and said, "This kid looks good, his cheekbones are not obvious, and he is beautiful." ”

"It's the spirit of the spirit......"

He didn't go on.

It's not just Mr. Fu who thinks so, but the camera teacher pats back and forth, and he feels uncomfortable no matter how he shoots, so he can't help muttering in a low voice, "I always feel that there seems to be a little bit of taste missing." ”

Xu Chunqiu pondered for a moment when he heard this, picked up a folding fan on the table, unfolded it section by section, his eyes flowed, and he became a fan.

When Xie Lang saw it, he immediately followed the example of a cat and a tiger.

"Don't spread your chest too wide, be subtle, and keep your waist straight. ”

For a while, it seemed to be back when Xu Chunqiu taught her to dance in "National Idol", Xie Lang thought of this, and his eyes gradually became godly.

"Keep your eyes on one place and follow my hand. ”

Xu Chunqiu twisted a finger, from left to right, from top to bottom, the movement seemed to be more mysterious than the conductor in the Western orchestra, and the comparison of up and down, left and right, Xie Lang's body immediately had an effect.

The camera teacher shouted excitedly, "Yes, yes, yes, that's it, don't move!"

It's got an inner taste.

Old Man Fu watched from the side with great interest, taking in the whole process of Xu Chunqiu's teaching, and finally straightened his clothes, and said to her, "I actually have a reluctant invitation to come over today, I want to invite you to perform a "Palace of Eternal Life" in person. ”

As if he was afraid that Xu Chunqiu would not give him this face, he added, "Xingtou, Leban, Four Beams and Eight Pillars, I have them here, you just have to act." ”

The eyes of the filming director lit up as soon as he pouted, and he hurriedly gestured to the camera teacher, gesturing to have a few more cameras. Xie Lang also looked at her expectantly, with a pair of starry eyes.

"Cheng," Xu Chunqiu smiled, "Otherwise, I'm sorry for your cake 'Ryoma' to celebrate." ”

The old Tongqing in the twenties of the last century has been preserved to the present, and the value of such antique tea can be imagined.

Secretary Yu: Please don't mention the cake "Ryoma" to celebrate together, he is going to have a heart attack in distress.

Xu Chunqiu was about to dress up, but when his eyes turned, the machines of the "Like Pondering" program group were still standing, and Xie Lang still had makeup on his face, pretending to be Yang Guifei's appearance. If she plays "The Palace of Eternal Life", she will inevitably play Yang Guifei, so that it will be easy to be compared, wouldn't this embarrass Xie Lang, so she changed her tone and proposed, ""The Palace of Eternal Life" has been sung before, why don't I sing "Farewell My Concubine" to you." ”

Old Man Fu only recognizes people and does not recognize dramas, so he naturally agrees.

Xu Chunqiu sat down in front of the dresser and skillfully dressed himself, and the camera teacher hurriedly followed to give a close-up. I saw her skillfully applying her face, spraying powder, rubbing her blush in her eye sockets, and she started her hands on her face, without the gentle care she had just treated Xie Lang, but it gave people a feeling that she had been weathered for a long time, as if she had repeated this action a thousand times.

After painting her face, she strangled her head, and she was even more polite than Le Xie Lang just now, and Xie Lang only felt sore teeth.

Xu Chunqiu stiffened his head, posted a film, shook his head and dragged the long wig behind him, turned around and followed the makeup master into the backstage.

When she came out again, she became Yu Ji.

Wearing a ruyi crown, wearing fish scale armor, the bead chain pendant on the top of her head fell down, with her movements, the goose yellow cloak embroidered with a phoenix and peony with fine threads, a thin strangle around the waist, more and more highlighting the beauty of the figure.

She stood in the center of the stage in three or two steps, first with a slight blessing, and then with a fan. The orchestra on the side of the stage followed, the huqin came in, the gongs and drums came in, and Xu Chunqiu's glass-like voice finally came in.

"The King's Generous Sorrow Brings Tears to Tears"

"How about waiting for the concubine to sing and dance and talk about it?"

She didn't act from scratch, Farewell My Concubine was like a corner missing from the table, Xu Chunqiu avoided the overlord's singing, and picked Yu Ji's sword dance.

She breathed a sigh of relief, the mandarin duck sword in her hand pulled a sword flower, the action of turning around was sad and sassy, the sword body was sparkling silver under the light of the stage, her figure was held in a beam of light, a strong touch, not like a flower shelf playing with a spear on the stage, but with a bit of swords and blood.