Chapter Word Count: 2337 Updated: 16-12-06 22:04

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and set up the scenery here, and the camera will be in place!"

"Gaffer! As for the gaffer, turn this side up a little brighter. ”

"When the group performers come out from here, be careful not to touch the machine, pay attention to the position!"

"You! And you, hurry up and go down to touch up your makeup, do you know if the powder is pasted! ”

The crowd was rushing in a hurry, but it was orderly.

A fat-bellied man in a black vest and a peaked cap shouted at the scene and commanded in a loud voice.

Several men and women in ancient costumes gathered together, both holding thick notebooks in their hands, and whispered to each other.

The surrounding environment is emerald and secluded, the long path is secluded, hidden in a thick color is the simple eaves pavilion, the high corridor of liuwa, the rockery and strange stones that are scattered, and the vines and green bamboos are dotted in the meantime.

The midday sun has a hint of warmth, covering the scenery with a layer of warm orange, and if you don't take into account the noisy human voices, this place is like a fairyland for a while.

Obviously, this is the filming site of a certain crew.

It's still a costume drama.

This was the place where Lhotse was headed, and he arrived five minutes earlier than the scheduled time.

"Ah, Mr. Luo, you're here!" A sharp-eyed man who saw a man coming over.

"Yes." Responding casually, Luo Ziye took off the brown sunglasses on his face, and his handsome face made the other party blush.

A black V-neck buttonless sweater, two dark bone tooth pendants wrapped around a slender neck, dark brown frayed cropped jeans, and black flat canvas shoes under the exposed ankles.

Simple, smart, wild.

The dark clothes that are completely controlled are more untamable and wild than the cold.

"Mr. Luo, please, Miss Wang will be here soon." The field manager is still a little girl, and her face is red and fluttering.

"Lhotse Night!" The director over there noticed this and shouted loudly.

The black-haired man walked over with his hands in his pockets, looking lazy, "It's very moist, look at your belly, how many months?" ”

"Hmph, I'm blessed with a big belly!" Patting the bulging beer belly, the director raised his chin and looked arrogant, "Human... Oh, there is a saying, the prime minister can hold the boat in his belly! ”

Several actors next to him who were talking to him stopped and looked at the man with amazed eyes.

"I think it's a joy... Touching his nose, the panther had no intention of continuing to talk to him, "I'll go first, if you hadn't come forward to pull me, I wouldn't have come out so early." ”

"Go and go, kindly give you a chance to earn pocket money, don't appreciate it!"

"You said it, too, but it's just a spare spend." Tilting his head, a little ruffian smile appeared on his handsome face, "Am I short of money?" ”

"Well, I'll admit it, I can't get used to seeing you so carefree!" The thick black eyebrows were upside down, and the fat director looked disgusted, "You hurry up, let's go." ”

The man took a few steps back and turned to leave, his narrow black eyes narrowed lazily, his canine teeth loomed between his torn lips, and his voice was so shallow that no one could hear him: "Who made me a leopard~"

He is not human, why should he live like they are tired and intrigued?

Pushing open the door, a faint aroma wafted from inside, mixed, but not unpleasant, and the conversation was buzzing.

The room was quite large, and there were people in different costumes sitting in it, and their eyes were concentrated when they heard the sound.

When I saw the people who came, my eyes showed a little surprise and assessment.

"You are ... The person invited by Director Xiong? The handsome man who was bending down to smear powder on the face of a woman in ancient costume raised his head and asked.

"Well, hello." After glancing at everyone, Luo Ziye nodded.

"He's a handsome guy, but looking at the face, which line is you?" A crisp voice sounded, but it didn't sound very polite.

With a sweep of black eyes, she is a young woman with apricot eyes and melon face, cherry lips and a smart nose, and a standard idol star face.

The woman's chin was slightly raised, her delicate face was faintly arrogant, and she was surrounded by several assistants, who were busy with her and poured tea and water.

"You're wrong, I'm not an actor." The polite smile did not change, but the eyes were indifferent.

Facing the black eyes, the woman suddenly felt a palpitation, and opened her mouth without speaking.

"Haha, Sister Song likes to joke, she's a big grin, don't mind!" Someone shouted a round.

As a result, the other party had already opened another door and walked in.

“。。。”

"Sister Song, this person is really rude!" There are little girls who complain quietly.

The young woman gritted her teeth and did not speak.

"He went in ... It seems to be Sister Wang's room? As soon as the beautiful makeup artist's words came out, the scene was silent for a moment.

This room is a lot fresher and quieter.

A woman with a beautiful temperament sits at the dressing table, holding a book and reading it, and there is no one else.

"It's Miss Wang, right?" Luo Ziye walked over, opened the lid of a large wooden makeup box on the dressing table, and picked out a few eyebrow pencils and clamped them between his fingers.

"You're Lhotse? What Director Xiong said is really right. Closing the book, Wang Ning raised her eyebrows and looked at the black-haired man.

Wearing a moon-white gauze skirt, long hair hanging down the waist, the simplicity adds to the ethereal show.

"He said I'm handsome, isn't he?"

Undoubtedly, this person is unexpectedly handsome, and it is even more unforgettable.

"Yes ... He also said that you are a bit rude, and narcissistic. Wang Ning smiled.

"Hah! That big bear really knows me. The brunette man snorted, wildness revealed.

"I can see that you have a good relationship."

"That's what he thinks." The man shrugged his shoulders, and his frivolous actions made people not angry.

"At least you know each other, Director Xiong is not a good person."

"He loves to get angry and has a short temper, but unfortunately there are still people who love to film him."

"Capable people are always not buried, but it's you, I think you should be high-profile, you don't look like a person who is willing to accept the status quo." Wang Ning's eyes have a deep meaning.

"Okay miss, how about starting my work now instead of knowing my business?"

With his hands pressed on the back of the chair, the black-haired man looked at the woman in the mirror from behind, his eyes deep and indifferent.

"Okay, it looks like you don't want to talk about it, but ask again, are you really not an actor, you're going to make all the men and women crazy about you."

Wang Ning, who is not only an actor, but also has some kind of connection with the senior management of a large entertainment company in the circle.

"No, thank you, Miss Wang, you are not what I thought." Luo Ziye picked up the hair rope and tied the other party's long black hair neatly and tied it up in the back of his head.

"What am I like?" Wang Ning asked with interest.

"When I saw you, I thought it should be a fireworks that don't eat the world, but I didn't expect you to be so talkative." Luo Ziye gathered the broken hair on the other party's sideburns and forehead finely and fixed it.

Admiring the man's ten fingers moving in his hair in the mirror, Wang Ning sneered, "What do I think... It's not like what you're trying to say. ”

That's right, he wanted to talk.

"Your delusion, miss."

Luo Ziye's face did not change, picked up the toner and poured it in the palm of his hand, wiped it with one hand, and gently patted it on the other party's whole face.

"Didn't your mother teach you to be honest with ladies?" Frowning, Wang Ning pretended to be angry.

The bone tooth pendant shook slightly under her eyes, and she paid a little attention.

"Oh, she used to say that sweet words are a trap for women."

Luo Ziye smeared her with a layer of nutritional cream, and finally a barrier protection cream, and replied casually.

Wang Ning couldn't help laughing, "It's really interesting to talk to you." ”

"And don't call me Miss, it sounds weird, call me Ah Ning, I'm not older than you."

"Okay, but I'll usually call you Sister Wang, close your eyes."

The flesh-colored liquid foundation slowly soaks into the sponge, then is picked up and applied evenly to damp skin, and after drying, the puff is puffed on with a delicate layer of powder.

"Okay." Close your eyes and feel the velvet touch of the brush sweep across your eyelids, and the fragrance spreads across your nose.

Two hours later.

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