"What's different?"

The drowsy director woke up from sitting steadily, holding the armrests of the chair with both hands, and the Sichuan character lines visible to the naked eye between his eyebrows, looking at the makeup-making Taoyou.

"Wangshu?"

The role played by Tao Youyou in the play is Wangshu, a family who is in the middle of the road and has been reduced to the role of a singer.

The director grabbed the arm of the person next to him and asked eagerly, "How long did I sleep?" What era is it? ”

It was the screenwriter who was caught, and he had a lot of say power.

He picked up the director's finger with a little disgust and said: "Director, if you want to cross, you have to queue up, there are too many people in front, and it will not be your turn for a while." ”

The director didn't bother to talk back, he had already stood up and walked to the side of the makeup chair, staring at the almost transformed peach Yoyo.

"Like--no, that's what it looks like!"

"No wonder netizens said that your makeup is poor, I didn't think too much about it before, but now I compare it, what was it before!"

The makeup artist on the side especially wanted to remind the director: You passed the previous makeup, and you praised her at that time!

Men, it's all the same.

The makeup artist's complaining director is not aware of it, he is now completely immersed in appreciation and inspired.

"Hahahaha! Well, great! No, no, your previous scene has to be reshot! Must remake! ”

The director's decision made Momo Yoyo sigh in surprise.

"Don't move."

The wind chanted two words, and Tao Youyou immediately obediently did not dare to move again.

The director next to him said a little dogged: "Yes, don't move, don't affect the makeup." ”

For a while, Tao Youyou didn't know whether he was happy with the director's attention, or sad that a makeup looked more than all the previous efforts.

But on second thought, I played it all by myself.

Momo comforted herself in the blink of an eye.

The wind and clouds finished the last blow lightly, and placed the tools in the makeup case.

"Alright."

The wind groaned out of the way, and Momo looked in the mirror.

"W--me?"

Tao Youyou looked at it carefully, and the more she looked, the more familiar she became, it was indeed her.

She wanted to touch her face with one finger, but she didn't dare to really touch it, for fear of wearing makeup.

"What's going on? It doesn't seem to be wearing makeup, but it's so good-looking! ”

Momoyo's words are also the feelings of the people around him.

Feng Yin's makeup technique is really exquisite to the extreme.

The person in the mirror is still Tao Youyou's facial features, which is very recognizable, and it amplifies the advantages of Tao Youyou itself, and it is a completely composite character in the play.

"Don't watch it, hurry up and make up for the previous scene!"

The director urged, he was really in a hurry.

The Heavenly Spirit Gai couldn't suppress the inspiration that burst out of his head.

"Ahem--the wind groans-"

"Feng Yin, can I put on makeup?"

"Hey, I'll speak first!"

"I'll give the money first."

With a snap, a piece of ten yuan slapped on the table, and the female star who slapped the money said with a little embarrassment: "I only have these ten yuan in my pocket, but I'll go and withdraw the money right away." Right away! ”

The fact that the actress paid for it immediately stimulated other people who wanted to find Feng Yin to make up.

"I'll give you money too, I'll add you a WeChat, and transfer money directly to you, okay?"

The wind is as quiet as a flower in the panic of others.

"Don't worry, I like cash."

I like cash, and several people rushed out, and the director who was in a hurry to film at the door was pushed and stumbled.

"What are you doing here, this, this! I can't film anymore! ”

The screenwriter walked up to the director leisurely and said, "If Feng Yin turns everyone into this level-"

The director's eyes lit up, he took three steps back, and squeezed himself into the corner.

Way.

Gotta let!