"Sanliang, I think you're so beautiful, why do you always cover it with big glasses,"

Xinle looked up at this girl, and felt that this was a good and attractive beauty embryo, but unfortunately, why did she always do it so lightly......

Xinle is not outstanding in the dance company, and barely every group dance can participate, so she does not have an independent makeup artist. There are so many makeup artists in the group, she loves to find Xue Sanliang, just like herself, she is a quiet and low-key girl. The technique is gentle, the person is also gentle, and he speaks slowly and comfortably.

"Okay, you see, there's something that needs to be changed. Sanliang stepped out of the way and let her see the mirror. For the topic of "big glasses", I don't mention it.

Xinle smiled with satisfaction and shook her head from side to side, which was fine at any angle. "Thank you, by the way, I'm going to 'Blue' after the show, are you going?"

Sanliang stood aside and began to pack the makeup box, "I'm not going." ”

Xinle pouted in disappointment, "Let's go have fun, you didn't finish painting me last time...... "Sanliang's character sketches are very powerful!" As she was talking, suddenly she came to call, Xinle only glanced at the phone and became irritable, "It's endless! Don't bother me today, I really want to relax after the performance......" Xinle spread his hands on his legs, closed his eyes, and looked very uncomfortable.

"What's wrong," Sanliang asked,

Xinle closed his eyes and breathed faster, "It's not that Wang Yikang, he's really a pervert, so he doesn't want to let me go......"

Wang Yikang is a rich second generation, he has taken a fancy to Xinle, and has been chasing after him for nearly a week, using all the coercion and temptation methods, and it is difficult for Xinle to resist a weak little girl.

When he was about to go on stage, Xinle was obviously worried and irritable and walked to the dance group gathering place.

Sanliang packed up the makeup box, reported to the team leader, signed it, and drove off work first.

When the car passed by the first intersection, she saw Wang Yikang's furiously red Ferrari. Sanliang in the car took a look and drove over.

At the second intersection, stopped, and Sanliang made a call. Done, continue to go home.

When I got home, I dropped my car keys, took off my coat, and went to the kitchen to make milk tea, and my phone vibrate.

Sanliang picked it up, and the other party said something, and here Sanliang lowered his eyes and stirred the spoon slowly, "Well, it's okay if you don't kill it." Putting down the phone, the milk tea was also prepared, and with this cup of hot water, she came to her sculpture room.

This sculpture room is so big - well, Sanliang's flat floor is more than 500 square meters, in fact, the living area is not big, the big one is the "interest area", which is very detailed: sculpture room, painting room, ornament room, cosmetics room, clothing room (not her clothes, all of them are refined clothing, fabrics, drawings, etc.) of ethnic minorities......

In the middle, it is a work she has not finished recently,

Sanliang wants to make a "face of death",

This "god of death" is named Rakshasa, a demon who eats human flesh in the Tibetan Buddha.

His appearance has been described in many Tibetan collections, but the fact is that it is not a fierce god or evil, on the contrary, an evil beauty and abnormality.

Take a look at her collection of classics, pictures, prints, and stone facings...... It's all about "Rakshasa". But so far, Sanliang has only completed its head profile. The facial features, shaped and destroyed, destroyed and reshaped, can not get the satisfaction in the heart......

is contemplating,

The phone vibrated again,

As soon as he picked it up, there was a cheering cry from Xinle who didn't know how excited, "Sanliang! Wang Yikang was beaten! Old miserable, do you say that the wicked have evil retribution......

After hanging up the phone, Sanliang walked to the mirror to take a closer look at his face...... Suddenly, as if she had an inspiration, she hurriedly walked back to the "Faceless Rakshasa", concentrating on the carving little by little—just a few hours had passed with such concentration, and her cup of milk tea was already cold......

But, baby

Sanliang gradually put down the carving knife.

In fact, if others look at it, they must be exclaimed for "this eye", which is amazing!

Sanliang closed his eyes, threw the knife on the table in disappointment, and came out - not what she wanted, not ...... Although at that moment, she saw something "vicious" in the mirror, but it was not enough for the Grim Reaper to be "vicious......

......

"This is a major task, and I hope that all comrades will perform their duties and take their own work seriously......"

At the mobilization meeting, the leaders on the stage spoke solemnly and excitedly.

Whether you are a front-line performer such as a dancer or a staff member at the back of the stage like Sanliang, you are wearing military makeup, you are a soldier, regardless of where the battlefield is.

After that, the makeup team has to hold separate meetings and assign specific tasks.

Sanliang was assigned to the "make-up group", which is called the "last line of defense", which is the last "makeup check" part of the actor before going on stage.

In fact, compared with the "pre-makeup group", the pressure is naturally less, but Sanliang still carefully read the content in the folder and is familiar with the makeup requirements of each show.

"Sanliang!" Before she got out of the building, she saw Xinle riding a small motorcycle and waving to her.

Sanliang walked over,

"Today there is an 'oh oh will' in the 'Fendi' bar, let's go together, no refusal!" Xinle raised his finger and pointed at her,

"Oh oh will" is particularly boring, and it is the "gathering and shouting to vent" developed by young people at the moment. But Xinle said so, and Sanliang wouldn't spoil her interest, "Okay." ”

Xinle changed to give her a thumbs up again, "Then I'll pick you up after work, just take my small motorcycle!"

Xinle insisted that they go on a small motorcycle because they had a "lesson from the past".

Xinle can't drink, but Sanliang is "not drunk with a thousand cups", last time Sanliang drove her home, vomited Sanliang's car - it's better to ride a motorcycle, she wants to vomit, stop on the spot, and lose nothing.

"Eh, by the way, which group are you in," Xinle asked,

"Touch-up,"

Xinle gave her a thumbs up again, "This is good, this time the group is full of big names, although you are not a 'special makeup artist', but you can be pulled into the group dance, and they are all usually difficult masters, so it's better to be less picky and grinding." ”

"What about you, which dances,"

"What else, just recite it in the red river,"

Sanliang looked at her, he was a little puzzled, his heart was not outstanding, but it was stable enough, in general, such a large-scale performance, at least two or three group dances could be performed.

Xinle glanced at her with disgust, "You treat me too seriously, don't talk about it just now, this 300th anniversary of the establishment of the empty average is a big celebration, and the small dance troupe at the bottom has also drawn the backbone, so it's good that I can take the stage." ”

Sanliang smiled, "Okay, you will pick me up after work in a while." ”

Xinle put on his helmet, gave a thumbs up, and left.

"By asking the plague gentleman where he wants to go, the paper boat is burning brightly!" "Hurry like a law, go quickly on a poisonous day! Hurry like a law, come quickly on a sunny day!"

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