Chen Yuanyuan had to trot forward and pull his shirt, thanks to the guards knowing her, otherwise they wouldn't be able to get close.

She immediately told Huangfu Shaohua about her intentions, and the latter stopped and took her to a flower hall where she rested.

In the flower hall, there are only two people.

He didn't come to the troupe, but his impetuous heart made him squeeze out time to come to the troupe in his busy schedule, and it wasn't until he saw someone that he settled down.

Huangfu Shaohua knew that he had become a little strange.

He is afraid of falling into inexplicable feelings, and he is also afraid of bringing unnecessary trouble to the other party.

So sometimes when I see Chen Yuanyuan, I am very conflicted in my heart, I want to see it, but I don't dare to approach, so that she doesn't pay attention to it when she says hello.

By the time he had turned around a thousand times, the girl had already taken a charcoal pen and drew on the paper.

In a few moments, a model of clothing was outlined.

He looked at the slightly familiar clothes, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows: "You want to change the costume?" ”

"There are only three days left, can the costumes still be changed?"

Chen Yuanyuan looked at Huangfu Shaohua with a nervous face, time was pressing, and although the costume was not too flawed, she still hoped to be able to persevere.

Huangfu Shaohua saw her little face twisted, her eyes were expectant and serious, how could she bear to refuse?

"Just leave it to me."

He didn't forget to remind him, and said, "Have you carefully considered the style of the costume?" Sure everyone is the right fit? ”

Chen Yuanyuan is rarely serious and serious, especially agrees with what he said, and considers the temperament of each person in the pattern, and carefully redraws one side. Huangfu Shaohua would occasionally give her a little advice, and she suddenly felt inspired, and her pen was like a god.

Before I knew it, an hour and a half had passed, and the girl was painting quietly.

Huangfu Shaohua sat quietly on the sidelines, looking at her drawings and considering the possibilities. When he looked at Chen Yuanyuan again, he found that the girl had fallen asleep on the table at some point.

In the afternoon, the wing room was still cold and biting.

He took off his cloak, gently and carefully draped it over the girl, and ordered two pots of charcoal to be brought.

If you sleep like this, you must be cold, and after seeing her work so hard for several days, she has never rested well, and it is rare to see her doing one thing so seriously.

At this time, when I saw her sleeping, I was reluctant to wake her up.

The charcoal fire began to produce energy, and the temperature in the room gradually rose, and the warmth and pleasantness made the girl sleep more deeply, with a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.

Seeing this, Huangfu Shaohua couldn't help but shake his head and smile, looking at the girl's sweet sleeping face, he suddenly leaned over and approached slightly.

Looking at the girl's slightly trembling eyelashes, his heart throbbed, and his heart seemed to jump out.

I don't know why, I can't help but get slightly closer, and when I see that my thin lips are about to be close to each other's foreheads, the butler's voice sounded outside the door.

"Master Dami, Madame is already waiting outside the troupe."

After Huangfu Shaohua heard this, he suddenly closed his eyes and stood up, his eyebrows were already a little colder. I took the revised drawings with me before turning around and leaving.

***

Towards evening, Chen Yuanyuan rubbed her forehead and woke up.

She looked at the empty people around her and a coat on her body, and couldn't help but pat her brain, regretting why she fell asleep?

Seeing that the drawings on the table had been taken away, I couldn't help but be grateful to Huangfu Shaohua.

It was not early, and she didn't have time to think about it, so she hurried to the practice room to take a look.

The opera village is still busy in an orderly manner, looking at the busy appearance of everyone performing their duties, and then I found that the painter on the side couldn't help but stop in place.

I saw that the painter was putting makeup on the corner, the rouge gouache was elegant and exquisite, and of course there were many disciples who painted their own paintings.

Opera mask makeup is not ordinary with beauty makeup, and the idea of learning suddenly rose in my heart.

After thinking about it, people are already standing next to the painter, quietly and carefully observing.

The makeup of the opera is different for each character, and each has its own charm.

Even if it is a clown and a little student, different people have different charms and temperaments, and the makeup of the opera seems to have a soul.

Makeup is both a technique and an art.

She has a specialization in the art industry, she has never painted opera makeup, and she doesn't even know her face very well. Most of the opera troupes are taught by the master to paint makeup, but some opera troupes will also ask the painter to paint the face makeup.

Lu Painter of the Tsing Yi Theater, seeing that she was fascinated, couldn't help but smile and said: "I heard that the girl also put makeup on people, but do you want to try it?" ”

She is now a half-makeup artist, and when she sees opera makeup, she naturally wants to try it.

However, she didn't dare to hold it up.

After all, I have never painted a face, and I don't know where to start for a while.

The painter seemed to see through her thoughts, and directly handed over the painting tools to her: "Auntie, try it, it's all makeup, and there must be the same thing when you experience it carefully. ”

After hearing this, Chen Yuanyuan was no longer hypocritical, and directly took the fat powder on the side and began to depict it slowly according to what the painter said.

Each color is depicted on the face, and each stroke is very different from ordinary makeup and light makeup, as if it contains a soul essence that makes the heart vibrate.

As if to convey a culture, the pen in her hand seems to have a force that can be passed down in the long history of the origin......

In modern times, opera is the quintessence of the country and the essence of the country.

Unexpectedly, she is like a waste material in modern times, and she can put on makeup for the troupe one day earlier, and her identity suddenly seems tall (yes) big (forced) (grid)?

Thinking like this, she was slightly excited.

Like a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly, although she is not a butterfly now, but one day, she will also transform.

"The girl is very talented, and she draws very well!"

The painter looked at the girl's eyes shining with light, holding a brush with joy and excitement, it is rare that there are girls who like this kind of work, you must know that helping people put on makeup, but the business of the servant girl.

He couldn't help but praise and praise: "Girl, it's really a good talent, just a little bit." ”

Chen Yuanyuan grinned after hearing this, handed the brush back to the painter, and said with a smile: "It's all the colors made by the master that are beautiful, Yuanyuan is just smearing them at will." “

Saying that, she was a little embarrassed and said: "Master, there is a reluctant request, I don't know if to say it or not?" ”

"That's it."

"Master, I wonder if I can learn how to prepare rouge gouache from you?"

As soon as you get started, you can feel that the fat powder used by Lu Painter is very different from the one on the market, delicate and easy to apply makeup.

The painter couldn't help but shake his head and smile: "You and I are considered to be in love, it's rare for a girl to like it, as long as you don't dislike me as a rough person, you can learn art without it, so let's discuss it with each other." ”

It was rare for the two to speculate, but it was getting late, and Chen Yuanyuan was annoyed and had to make an appointment to study again tomorrow.

If she learns a craft, she will have a little more capital in the future!

When she woke up the next morning, she was already in high spirits and came to the troupe with a makeup case on her back.

In the early morning, I rehearsed with the troupe, and as for lunch, I had a few quick snacks in the troupe, and then studied rouge gouache with Lu Painter.