(This chapter is basically all about the makeup of Peking Opera, just talk about this time, it's a popular science, I won't talk about it later, you can skip it if you don't like it~)

Hearing Cheng Qiaoyi's words, Zhu Qining couldn't help but slap him on the head with one hand.

"What are you thinking about all day long, do you think it looks like now, and there will be more like it in that moment!" Zhu Qining looked at his eyebrows and couldn't help asking, "Don't you think I painted you beautifully?"

Cheng Qiaoyi carefully looked at himself in the mirror, and said from the bottom of his heart: "I really don't think so." ”

Zhu Qining glared at him when he heard this: "Even if you don't feel it, hold it for me, and wait for me to finish painting it for you." ”

Cheng Qiao swallowed his saliva and nodded under duress.

"When you shoot red paint, you have to remember that it has to be on the top of the eyebrows. ”

Zhu Qining continued the movements in his hands: "The nose line is straightened, and the nasal socket must also be patted, don't leave blank." ”

Cheng Qiao felt that his brain was big: "Okay, I'll remember it." ”

…… Sure enough, there are times when it is more like this.

Cheng Qiaoyi looked at himself in the mirror and fell into deep thought.

Hearing this weak voice, Zhu Qining gave him a blank look, and he didn't have to think about it to know that he hadn't written it down. However, he is not explaining now so that he can remember it all at once, but just so that he can have a basic concept.

After all, even a genius like him didn't learn it once.

Thankfully, the makeup is almost over.

Zhu Qining took out the setting powder and threw a bunch of it on his face seriously: "Bring more when you pounce, from light to dark places." ”

"Good ......"

……

Cheng Qiao felt that he was almost too big to see Zhu Qining's makeup, and even looked at him with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

Such a skillful makeup technique......

I'm afraid not......

Hey.

Seeing his roommate looking at him, Zhu Qining was not affected by his eyes at all. With a wave of the brush, only one piece of setting powder is removed from the face.

"This has to be dusted from shallow to deep. But don't dust it completely. ”

Cheng Qiaoyi nodded perfunctorily, raised his head and continued to look at the movements of Zhu Qining's hands.

"When you adjust the rouge, the red is seventy percent, and the lotus is thirty percent," Zhu Qining said, wrapping the brush in gauze: "Close your eyes." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi could clearly feel the brush brushing over his eyelids, and he couldn't help but move.

Zhu Qining pressed his head: "Don't move, put on rouge." ”

Cheng Qiao was puzzled: "You rouge on your eyelids?"

"Yes," Zhu Qining said, "Isn't the rouge just spread on the eyelids and swept to the side?"

"Ah, by the way, I have to bring a nose line by the way. ”

Cheng Qiaoyi: ......

Something seems wrong???

Before Cheng Qiaoyi could continue to doubt his life, Zhu Qining picked up the powder again, and threw himself in the face without saying anything.

"Don't talk, I'm going to give you eyeliner now. ”

Zhu Qining said, holding the pen in one hand and pressing the tip of his eyebrows with the other: "The eyeliner of Peking Opera is generally painted as phoenix eyes, and the two ends are sharp." The eye circles do not necessarily have to be large at the beginning, but the two sides can be slowly filled. ”

Cheng Qiao nodded, his eyes swept over himself in the mirror.

Make-up is really sorcery.

"Remember to draw the eye circles on the upper eyelids, and use a black oil pen and a dry black pen to derive a sense of layering, black inside and shallow outside. Zhu Qining continued.

…… To be honest, I don't understand it at all.

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed and continued to watch the movements in Zhu Qining's hands.

I saw Zhu Qining holding a black oil pen and straight began to make a thin line on his eyebrows, and his hand paused: "Wait for me, I'll find another pot of cigarettes." ”

Yes?

Pot cigarettes can also be used for makeup???

Cheng Qiao felt that his worldview was slowly collapsing.

After finding the pot of cigarettes, Zhu Qining dipped the dry eyebrow pencil slightly in water and took the pot of cigarettes to retrace his eyebrows.

"After drawing this, don't forget to take a black oil pen and draw the eyebrows again. Zhu Qining advised: "This looks more natural." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi: "...... I know. "You know a ghost!

"Now that we know everything, let's draw a lip at the end," Zhu Qining said: "When painting lips, remember to draw the lips in the shape of ingots, thin at the top and thick at the bottom, so that it looks better." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi: ......

"How do you remember so many steps, third child," Cheng Qiaoyi looked at himself in the mirror in a trance, and said, "You are also a real show." ”

Zhu Qining didn't care: "If you take this road, you will definitely do it in the future, don't just talk about me." ”

"Okay, you wait for me for a while, I'll cut your head right away. ”

"Strangling?"

"Yes," Zhu Qining frowned and looked at him: "Are you afraid? ”

Cheng Qiaoyi looked at himself in the mirror in despair, he wanted to look at it twice more to remember what it was like to be alive.

Looking at his loveless face, Zhu Qining couldn't help but smile and patted him on the shoulder with one hand: "Don't be afraid, although this thing is a little uncomfortable, it's okay." ”

Cheng Qiaoyi looked at him suspiciously: "They are all brothers in the same dormitory, don't lie to me." ”

"I don't lie to you, I'm not the second. ”

As he spoke, Zhu Qining walked to the side of the table, poured some hot water from the boiling kettle into a small iron basin, and kneaded it with both hands: "This is elm bark, and it is best to add water at more than 50 degrees and knead it into ...... Kneaded like this, it's almost done. ”

Cheng Qiao looked into the basin, and the hot water could no longer see the appearance of the water, it was sticky and thick, but it looked like glue.

"Don't panic, I'll get you a film. ”

"Good ......"

I saw Zhu Qining put a few strands of what looked like hair into the iron basin, mixed with elm bark and rubbed together: "When you get it, you have to soak all the pieces, otherwise you won't be able to achieve the effect for a while." ”

As he spoke, he took off the soaked piece and placed it on a large wooden board, picked up the grate on the side and gently combed the piece out of shape.

"I watched Mr. Zhang Deng's "Autumn River", it is said that you are arranging her version, right?" Zhu Qining said: "I will do your hair according to her version?"

"Barely almost......"

Cheng Qiaoyi sighed, still embarrassed to talk about the different versions he learned.

Hearing Cheng Qiaoyi's words, Zhu Qining raised his eyes: "Then do I do what she does?"

Cheng Qiao gritted his teeth one by one: "That's it." ”

After getting the reply, Zhu Qining continued to lower his eyes and make a film, and explained by the way: "This play is transplanted from Sichuan Opera, and after transplantation, there are various hairstyles, usually either ancient costumes or big heads, but Mr. Zhang Deng's hairstyle is different, say it is a costume, but it does not have a moon gate, and there are six small willows on both sides, say it is a big head, but it has Qi Mei Sui." ”

Cheng Qiao was a little confused when he heard it: "What are you talking about?"

Zhu Qining smiled softly, and didn't stop the movements under his hands, watching the film take shape under his hands, he couldn't help but sell it: "I'll get you it in a while, and you'll know." ”