When Yiyu really came into contact with the work of tourism promotion, he realized that the original place of work was a small shed built indoors, surrounded by some photo machines.

"Miss Yi, our main job today is to take some promotional photos. A makeup artist will come to you later, so you don't have to be inhibited, just do what you're asked to do. The receptionist said to her.

Miss Yi, Yiyu thought it sounded weird, and every time someone called her by this title, she felt uncomfortable.

"You just call me Xiaoyi, don't be so polite." Yiyu turned his head and said to the person who received him.

"Oh good, Xiao Yi. You can rest here for a while. ”

"Wait." Yiyu shouted to the staff who hurriedly took a step and was about to leave, "Is it necessary to take propaganda photos for propaganda work?" ”

"Our company's arrangement today is like this, do you have any opinions, or are there any other arrangements?"

"No, I think that if you take promotional photos, you should choose someone with a better image, I ...... I'm afraid it doesn't fit. ”

The person who received it was a little girl, she looked at Yiyu with big round eyes for a long time and said: "First of all, I think the author is too unconfident in your own image, and secondly, the company wants to consider this in many ways, and whether it is decided or not will depend on the final effect." ”

"Hmm...... For example, if you take this promotional photo today, you may take a group of photos to see if the photo meets the requirements, and then decide whether to promote it in this way. She was afraid that Yiyu would not be able to understand it, so she explained it more colloquially.

"Okay, I got it." Yiyu nodded.

She had never been exposed to this aspect before, and she didn't expect the promotion work of the original travel company to be so complicated.

The big sales of your travel itinerary are tantamount to greatly increasing the economic volume of the tourism industry. She had never imagined that writing a book would create such a job opportunity.

She sat on a stool with a large vanity mirror in front of her. Yiyu is actually a little afraid of these photo-taking jobs.

Every time someone takes a picture of her, her expression will look very embarrassed. Even the smile can be demonstrated by her as if crying.

"Xiao Yi, I'm your makeup artist." When Yiyu was in a daze, a person walked up to her, walked up to her and said to her.

"Hello, makeup...... Division. She didn't know what to call the person in front of her, so she had to use the name of her profession instead.

"My surname is Xiao. Just call me Xiao Hua. ”

"Digestion?" Yiyu couldn't help but laugh, and it took a while to stop his smile. "I'm sorry, it seems a little rude."

"Then guess why you call me Xiao Hua?" He didn't seem to be angry, and raised his eyebrows and asked Yiyu.

Yiyu thought about it and said what he understood. "Your surname is Xiao, and then you're a makeup artist, so everyone calls you digest, right?"

"I guessed it, and sure enough, beautiful people are also very smart." Xiao's makeup artist took out several cans of liquid foundation, squeezed out a few pumps and tried to adjust the color that best matched Yiyu's complexion.

"Alright, it's done." He dipped his foundation brush in the palette and was about to apply it to Yiyu's face when he suddenly stopped. "Oops, I forgot to do my makeup preparations."

"Xiao Hua." Yiyu thought the name was interesting, "You take your time, I'm just a jar anyway, no matter how beautiful I dress, I can't turn into a vase." ”

Xiao Hua listened to her words, and just smiled: "It may be that you haven't seen a powerful person, so I'll let you see how the jar turned into a vase today." ”

Yiyu didn't speak again, she also wanted to see how her inconspicuous little flower growing on the side of the street could be turned into a stage that could be put on the stage and be a character on the promotional photos.

She patiently cooperated with Xiao Hua to make her open and close her eyes, smile or not, pout or relax.

In fact, in the end, she just wants to enjoy the process, not expecting how beautiful she can become.

"Look in the mirror and see for yourself." Xiao Hua even took it to give her a hairstyle.

Yiyu put her eyes on the mirror, Xiao Hua seemed to really have a pair of magic hands, and her makeup looked more natural and delicate than what Chi Jia gave her at that time.

Especially the deep dark circles under his eyes, as if they had passed through Xiao Hua's hand, it had disappeared.

"How?" Xiao Hua looked at her triumphantly.

"Your technique is so good that it turned me from an empty jar to a jar on which I could arrange flowers." Yiyu just didn't say that he became a vase, and wanted to see Xiao Hua's reaction.

"The writer's mouth is really powerful." Xiao Hua just replied.

"Come and shoot!" The photographer stood in front of the shed and shouted at her, waving to her.

She'd never done anything like this, and she didn't know how to put her hands awkwardly.

"Cooperate with me, cooperate with me." The photographer held the camera, but he couldn't find the feeling of Yiyu shooting.

Yiyu actually wanted to cooperate as much as possible, but as long as he faced the camera, he felt uncomfortable.

"So be it." The photographer tried a variety of angles and came up with a solution, "You just take the book you wrote and read it carefully, and you don't have to worry about the expression or anything, and you don't have to pay attention to what pose to pose." ”

"Just keep it up and immerse yourself in the book." The photographer called for others to bring tables and benches.

Yiyu sat in the middle of the shed wonderfully, looking at the book he had written.

At first, she really thought it was funny and magical, and she couldn't calm down and read the book.

But slowly, everything around her was quiet, and she only felt that she was beginning to relive the emotions in the book.

Especially when she saw the clip of Grandma written, her eyes began to suddenly appear when she saw Grandma.

When Grandma saw her for the first time, she made her tea that was not on the tea list, and sat next to her and looked at her and thought for a while, "I think there is a very suitable girl...... Jasper red-faced. ”

Although it was only the first time they met, Grandma held her hand very gently: "What a good child......

At that time, she really felt for the first time that a person like herself could get the pity and love of another person for no reason.

"Wonderful Travels" - Teahouse:

Yiyu tasted the unique tea made by Grandma herself, and didn't know what words to use to describe the taste of this tea. But just a slow peck, the fragrance of the tea has overflowed the throat, the first taste is a slight bitterness, but when the tea soup enters the throat, the bitterness turns into sweetness, even if she doesn't understand, she knows that this is good tea.

She had to praise it with poor words: "Grandma, this tea is delicious, you are very good at making tea." ”

Grandma slowly described to them the tea ceremony in her mind: "Brew different tea leaves in different ways, let them blend together, and turn them into sweetness, and you can get good tea." ”

Recalling this, her eyes gradually moistened, and it seemed that she had not heard from Grandma since she came to testify about their plagiarism.

I didn't even think to greet her how the old man was doing recently and whether he was okay.

"Yes, yes, that's good." The photographer's loud voice pulls her back to reality.

She didn't know what she was doing or what expression she had just faced.

"When we make the film, Miss Yi will come and see if there is anything else that needs to be modified." So the photographer told her.

Is it that good? Yiyu was a little confused, and the staff asked her to sit in the first position to rest.

"Xiaoyi, there will be a boxed lunch sent over later, you remember to get one yourself, we are afraid that because we are busy, we may not be able to take care of you."

"Oh, you guys go get busy. I'm just going to stay here and leave me alone. Yiyu was most afraid of causing trouble to others, so he hurriedly responded.

She sat for a while, feeling that there was really nothing to do, so she wanted to see how well her makeup was maintained, and looked carefully at herself in the makeup mirror, with tears left in the corners of her eyes.

Thinking about it, she still forgot when she got it, crying in front of the public, she couldn't imagine what happened.

After lunch, the staff told her to go back and wait, and if there was any further arrangement, they would notify her.

Bai Yi'an asked her to dinner, and she agreed.

She also wanted to ask Bai Yi'an for her grandmother's number, and it had been so long before she found out that she had not saved it in her mobile phone.

They simply went to a noodle restaurant, and Yiyu suddenly felt very hungry and ate a bowl of beef noodles.

"How's the advocacy going today? Are you feeling okay? Bai Yi'an asked her.

She nodded, "It's okay, it's just that it's embarrassing or embarrassing." ”

"Didn't the staff give you any makeup remover?" Bai Yi'an then asked.

Yiyu suddenly thought that she was still wearing makeup, if it weren't for Bai Yi'an's reminder, she almost couldn't help but rub her eyes.

"Originally, I was supposed to accompany you to these arrangements, but today I was a little busy, and there were too many reviewers to take a break." Bai Yi'an explained to Yiyu the reason why he didn't go today.

"You're also an editor, how can you only stare at me as a small author all the time." Yiyu smiled, "Recently, have many authors signed up?" ”

"Well, there have been quite a lot of essays written recently, and although the review is relatively strict, there are still a lot of good writers."

"Well, it seems...... I still have to work hard, otherwise I may become the little non-existent writer I used to be. ”

""Wonderful Journey" is already very good, as long as we keep working hard, how can it be like you said." Bai Yi'an stirred the noodle soup in the bowl and said to Yiyu.

"Hmm......" Yiyu suddenly thought of today's business, "You can give me Grandma's phone number." ”

"Okay, wait a minute." Bai Yi'an picked up the mobile phone on the table and flipped through the address book. He reported a string of numbers for Yiyu to remember on his phone.

When the two separated, Yiyu thought of what he should have said to Bai Yi'an a long time ago. She stopped Bai Yi'an and said, "Bai ...... Edit, thank you. ”

The reason why I want to call him editor is because Yiyu doesn't know what to call him. It's called Bai Yi'an, which seems to be very rusty, and it's called Yi'an, which seems to be too intimate.

In a hurry, she called Bai Editor, but this title is obvious, and it is even more rusty.