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She first applied makeup primer for Jiang Se, and then picked out the foundation and brushed it on, which was a big project, in addition to the face, but also on the neck, arms, fingers and legs.

The makeup artist and his assistant brushed for a total of more than ten minutes before this work was completed.

Zhao Rang didn't know when he came, when he came before, Jiang Se was putting on makeup with his eyes closed, and when he opened his eyes, he saw himself holding his chest and looking at himself in the mirror, obviously very satisfied with Jiang Se's pale and godless appearance, and nodded.

However, the makeup artist glanced at Xia Chaoqun who was hugging her chest with some concern, even if she didn't say a word, but as soon as she stood there, her aura was already very strong.

Jiang Se is her subordinate artist, this kind of makeup is more old-fashioned than before, which is a damage to the artist's image, the makeup artist is worried that she will pick a thorn to stop it, but until her first job is completed, from Xia Chaoqun to Mo Anqi and even to Jiang Se, no one stopped her.

This made the makeup artist breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time, he took the eyeshadow brush again, and after thinking about it, he cast a shadow on Jiang Se's eyes, and the lower eyelids also fluttered some lilac shadows, drawing a little bit of eye bags.

She lost a lot of weight, and after her face was smaller, her eyes became bigger and bigger, and with this faint bag under her eyes, the sense of age and exhaustion went up.

"Good. Zhao Rang looked at it for a while and nodded with satisfaction.

In the mirror, the image of a tired thin woman was presented, her hair was scattered, and because of the relationship between the bags under her eyes, she looked a lot more decadent, Zhao Rang thought about it, and admonished: "Add a few more fine lines, and," He walked around, stretched out his hand and nodded the direction of Jiang Se's eyes:

"Hit the dark circles a little harder. ”

After Zhang Yuqin lost her daughter, it should be difficult to sleep, and it was also mentioned in the script that she had insomnia all night long, and she couldn't fall asleep at all, and she always heard her daughter call her sweetly in her sleep: "Mom." ”

So her insomnia is very serious, and the dark circles under her eyes are also very conspicuous.

The makeup artist nodded, a little reluctant to touch this otherwise beautiful face.

As soon as the shadow hit, her complexion became even more gray, the whole person looked a little gloomy, her blush was mainly dark brown, and after the makeup was finished, Jiang Se looked at herself in the mirror again, her facial features were still her facial features, but the whole person already gave people a completely different feeling.

"Pay attention to your hair, too. ”

After the makeup satisfied Zhao Rang, his eyes fell on Jiang Se's hair, her hair was well maintained, but it was precisely Zhang Yuqin who didn't need maintenance the most, especially after her daughter's accident, she couldn't take care of her own image, so the hairstylist first clamped Jiang Se's hair unkempt, and then tied it into a bunch for her, and a few strands fell on her forehead, and even at Zhao Rang's suggestion, the makeup artist took out the gray-white mascara and carefully applied it to Jiang Se's hair a few times, making a few strands of gray hair, and trying to meet Zhao Rang's requirements in terms of details。

By the time the makeup was finished, it had been nearly two hours, and the sun was shining outside, so Jiang Se sat for a long time and stretched out his hand.

The crew had already moved, she looked at the script, in order to make her lips look dry and dehydrated, from morning to now, no matter how thirsty she was, Jiang Se didn't dare to drink a sip of water.

Until the crew confirmed that it was correct, Zhao Rang made a gesture, and after the scene reporter took the horn and shouted, Jiang Se walked to the position where he was ready to enter the camera at the beginning, and also signaled that he was ready.

This time it was just a test shooting, Jiang Se followed yesterday's position, the group performance had already followed, the lighting engineer remembered the position of several people, the photographer also adjusted the lens, confirmed that it was correct, she touched up her makeup again, and it was not until the rehearsal until more than one o'clock in the afternoon that she officially entered the shooting.

The recording assistant sorted out the wireless headset for her, carefully hidden it in her clothes, and withdrew from the show.

In fact, since he got up in the morning and tossed until now, Jiang Se has not drunk water, and after noon, he has not finished filming today's scene with this makeup, so naturally he can't eat.

She slowly walked into the camera, imagining what Zhang Yuqin looked like when he stepped into his former residence, his head lowered, and his shoulder blades were a little drooping, which made her feel even more depressed.

The neighbors slowly walked past her, as if they recognized her, as if they were greeting her, but she was like a wandering spirit, and she was deaf to the greetings of others.

These people looked at her with sympathy in their eyes, and she knew that they thought something had happened to her beads.

The photographer sits on a makeshift railcar with an instrument on his shoulder, sliding to capture a shot of her face.

Zhao Rang sat in the distance and saw Jiang Se's face through the viewfinder, and her eyes were lifeless at this time, like a wandering spirit.

In Liu Ye's studio that day, Zhao Rang actually saw her improvise, and the confrontation between her and Liu Ye at that time showed that she was not just a vase, which made Liu Ye agree to cooperate with her.

But Jiang Se's performance at this time was no worse than her at that time, or even better.

That feeling of frustration, as if from the bottom of her heart, and then spread from the inside out, the camera aimed at her face, her expression was all in the mirror, the wind blew her hair, her steps were a little heavy, even nearly twenty seconds of long shots, her eyes did not blink, and maintained herself in a state of emptiness, but her lips were pursed, rubbing indifference into stubbornness, showing a woman like a walking corpse who had lost her soul!

"Great!"

Zhao Rang clenched his fist with one hand and hit the palm of his other hand, and she also paid attention to the details, such as the sound of breathing, the heavy and abnormal steps, and even the wide and ill-fitting old clothes, without words to express, showed her kind of depression vividly.

“ＯＫ！”

Zhao Rang waved his hand, this section did not waste time, and directly entered the next section of shooting.

In the next paragraph, she returned to Deng's house and had a dialogue with Deng Hai.

The people around knew that something had happened to the Deng family, and the only daughter of the Deng family, Zhuzhu, had an accident, from the moment she knew that something had happened, Zhang Yuqin had less time to go home, and she had been running around the neighborhood for the past few months, all looking for Zhuzhu's whereabouts.

Drink some water when you are thirsty, buy something to pass the stomach when you are hungry, the reason why she is still alive is because she wants to find out the whereabouts of her daughter, and she wants to see people and corpses in her life.

She went back to Deng's house, and the door she hadn't seen for a few months was a little familiar and a little unfamiliar.

In the past, Zhuzhu would move a small table and do her homework outside waiting for her to come home.