"I hope you can change your mind," Glegri said, "and this is a rare opportunity." ”

Sasha. Hopkins shook his head, and Mr. Senek came over and put his hands on the child's shoulders: "You really have a rival - Hopkins is not inferior to you in terms of stubbornness, my dear Glegri, he has his own thoughts, methods, and clear goals......" He winked happily at Glegri, "he is not one of those little fools who gets dizzy at a sweet word or two, you have to tempt him with something more." ”

"Oh," said Glegley half-truthfully, "then tell me what you want?" Boy? ”

"World peace." Hopkins said he seemed genuine.

"Great ambitions." The second make-up artist said she stepped out from behind Glegri, "This is the end of the chat, Mr. Cossot, I have to take him to put on makeup." ”

"How's Xiren doing?"

"Everything was fine when I came out, Glegri, and losing my temper was a laborious and nerve-wracking job, and Lu was putting on her make-up—she said, the boy was handed over to me." She held out her hand to Sasha, "Come, it's our turn, I'll make you shine, little beauty." ”

She was ordinary-looking, except for a pair of eyes that shone brightly, Sasha held her hand, and makeup artists all had a pair of dexterous hands, no nails on their hands, no calluses, dead skin, or barbs, and they were fine and soft to the touch—Sasha had gone through a period of study and self-training before joining the theatrical makeup club, and he knew what they would do with such hands—makeup artists were always fully equipped, but they would occasionally replace eyeshadow brushes with their own palms, fingertips, and palms. Powder puff and rouge rubbing, they create a more natural and soft effect than the latter.

***

Lu stretched out her palm and stared at Xiren with a solemn expression for a moment, even a diamond cutter may not be as careful as her, and the sides of her palms were smeared with delicate ointment. A soft peach glow under the orange light.

She didn't have a long time putting on makeup for Xiren, only one year and three months, but compared to her predecessors, her tenure was already the longest - the previous ones either left voluntarily because they couldn't stand Xiren's ridicule, willfulness, and irritability, or because they violated Glegri. Mr. Corso was expelled for a rule that they talked too much, or they cared too much about Siren - Lu was always careful, and she constantly reminded herself that she was a mute when she was in a room with Siren. Still deaf, no matter what Xiren says or does, she is deaf. Ignoring this, Siren is so disgusted with her that she refers to Lu as "Gligri's ass" or "robot octopus".

Lu doesn't like her either, and in Lu's eyes, Xiren is an ungrateful person. I don't know what to do, I chatter all day long, I complain all the time, but I don't have the guts to really do something, an ungrateful coward.

If she really hates Gligeri that much. The life and work that Corso arranged for her, she could have gone out and thought to herself. I'm afraid Xiren himself knows exactly what that means - once he is without those beautiful clothes, he can sleep comfortably. Delicious food, expensive perfumes and cosmetics, meticulous massage, maintenance and repair of every strand of hair; There were no crushes, journalists, newspapers, television stations, live concerts, meticulous care and unbreakable supervision...... In a month or two she'll be forgotten by the fickle people, and she'll be worthless—even if she's repentant, she won't want to come out again.

As an old man who has been in this circle for nearly twenty years, Lu has at least seen half a dozen fools do this. They quickly disappeared, and no one ever remembered them again.

Lu admitted. Xiren has a special and wonderful throat, but she is by no means the only one, don't you see that Grigeri has begun to shift his attention and gaze to another person? Brokers have sharp eyes like falcons, they can spot and catch "rabbits" even at thousands of feet, and they can always sniff out things that will fascinate people, even if they are hidden under acne and fat, and they make a fortune on this ability. Lu had also fantasized that some agent would split the crowd and walk in front of her like a prince at a ball, inviting herself into that palatial hall and dancing under the dazzling lights - a dream she thought she had given up ten years ago, but only today did she realize that she didn't.

If Lu could stand here instead of Siren, she would kneel on the ground three times a day, morning, noon, and evening, and reverently thank God and Glegri. Coso.

"Don't move for at least thirty seconds." Lu said, she was satisfied to see that Xiren's face froze, she gently applied the ointment to her face, Xiren's skin was very good, even the corners of the mouth and the corners of the eyes that time was most concerned about were not wrinkled, it seemed that there were no spots and acne, fat particles, even in the early morning, she was never oily, Lu thought her skin was a little dry, but it was not dry to the point of dandruff flying, she rubbed some powder for Xiren again, no, not to hide anything, but to make her face a little softer, to prepare for the final rouge.

She put on silver eyeshadow with a touch of purple at the end, making her eyes look as if she had cried, and her false eyelashes were specially custom-made, snow-white and slender, slightly upturned, and the tail was dotted with tiny diamond fragments, and when the stage lights shone on her, her eyes would reflect thousands of stars.

What about lipstick? Rose, cherry, Venetian or French? Or venture to try deep purple? No, still no, Grigley didn't want any accidents at today's concert, she had to be conservative, for the sake of the annual salary of up to 100,000 yuan, Lu finally chose dark red, that color can make women more delicate.

She puts the last bit of work on the way to the concert to keep it fresh.

Lu walked out of the room and let Xiren's nanny and assistant take over, they were nervous, perhaps afraid that Xiren would suddenly become hysterical and completely mess up the final show, Glegri. Corso offered Lu a bonus, as long as she could do her last day's work, and so would they.

In fact, they didn't need to be so nervous at all, Lu secretly sneered, she had seen through Xiren.

To put it simply, it wasn't impossible for the albino black woman to get rid of Glegri — she didn't even need to inject heroin, swallow a lot of sedatives, or pour sulfuric acid on her body, as long as she raised her hand and messed up the makeup on that face in the seconds before she went on stage, say, half an hour later. Glegri's image of her is so flawless that it only takes one time to satisfy her audience and supporters...... They liked her voice, but at the same time, her unusual, misshapen beauty and undeveloped girlish figure also carried a lot of weight in those 800,000 records, and sometimes an inappropriate photograph could ruin the image of an actor or singer beyond recognition—a risk she did not dare to take the risk.

She didn't dare. Even now, at the last concert that Glegri planned for her, she did not dare to step out of the road that already had an end in sight.

Lu brushed her hair, pulled out her cigarette, her fingers fumbled in the pocket of her shirt, then the pocket of her pants, and she couldn't help but curse in a low voice, she brought a cigarette, but not a lighter, Xiren's assistant and nanny might have, but she didn't want to see that miserable face for the time being.

A hand came from the side, it held a female lighter, it was as thin as a cigarette, its body was wrapped in black crocodile skin, the lid was gilded, Lu recognized this style, a luxury gadget, it would sell for eight thousand yuan, she wanted one too, but she could not make up her mind.

The blue flame jumped up, and Dew reached over and took a puff on the flame, the cigarette was lit, and Dew sighed regretfully and watched it be retracted.

"Good evening, Mr. Hopkins." Lu said, "I hope you don't mind. She held up her cigarette.

"It's okay, I love this mint-flavored cigarette," Hopkins said politely, "You're done?" ”

"Not yet, but not much." Lu said, holding her cigarette and holding her cheek with her fingers, "What about you?" She was interested in the man, and Xiren's newest psychiatrist, who seemed to be doing a good job, though Lu had always thought that the woman who would only stay in the dark room and scream just needed to smoke on time.

His hair was all combed back in a uniform grayish-white color, his blue-gray eyes had a few deep laugh lines, his nose was slightly hooked, and he was charming when he laughed, he was not young, but he was still charming—he was thin, but his shoulders were broad, his limbs were long, and he walked around like a cheetah accustomed to hunting and blood.

As Lu approached him, he smelled a faint scent of perfume, musk and sandalwood, a new men's fragrance with an oriental touch.

A man who is delicate and knows how to enjoy, Lu thought, Grigeri is trying his best to sign this man's son, which seems to be a bit difficult now, but this is normal, not everyone will be like Xiren in the slum landfill waiting to be picked up.

They chatted for a while, anyway, Lou's work was not finished yet, and when they parted, Hopkins shook hands with Lu, he stayed a little longer than usual, Lu didn't mind, she shook it back, rubbed each other's fingers: "After the concert, we can probably stay here for a week." What about you? ”

Hopkins' hands were not so dry, perhaps because he was holding the railing just now, the moisture in the sea breeze would condense on the metal railing at night, and he smiled slightly, revealing his small, neat white teeth: "Of course, so do I." ”

"So...... See you then. ”

"See you then."

(To be continued)