Floating Color

Mi Chen was carrying a makeup case, with a work permit for a "temporary makeup artist" hanging on her chest, and she stood a little anxiously outside the door of a dressing room. When the popular idol Tian Tuan passed by her, the agent guarded them and directed the makeup artist to do the last makeup for them before going on stage.

Mi Chen was hit by the other party's clothing collocation master, and his shoulder hurt terribly. However, the costumer did his best to make the final costume adjustment for his star, and did not pay attention to any "obstacles" at all.

Mi Chen can only squeeze herself to the wall of the corridor.

The sound of shouting and the running of the people kept coming. The sound from the front desk came from far away.

This is another world, under the crazy appearance, is the unexpected hustle and impetuousness of outsiders.

The door finally opened and Fang Chengye, a well-known broker in the industry, beckoned to her, "Come in! This is for you!"

Mi Chen took a breath and walked in. She told herself countless times that it was a dream.

If it is not a dream, she can only say that this is not scientific!

She thinks that she is not a rookie, but she has returned to kelp since returning home. No one except her roommate Miao Miao appreciates her makeup style.

Mi Chen also summed up herself, maybe she is really Van Gogh, and it will take a hundred years for anyone to appreciate it?

Van Gogh had some N sunflowers and the value of being counterfeited by countless counterfeiters, but what did she have? A box of cosmetics about to expire? If she doesn't work hard to get a formal job, she will not only be able to do turtles and kelp, but she will become marine garbage!

When Mi Chen compared her life experience with Van Gogh, she was dragged here by Fang Chengye, a famous agent.

She even wants to make up for a certain film emperor! This is almost comparable to the probability of being struck by lightning on a sunny day!

She always thought that even if Leifeng Pagoda fell into the sea and fell in love with Bai Suzhen, she would not have the chance to meet any of the film emperor's post-level characters.

Mi Chen swallowed her saliva and walked in.

This makeup room is not big, except for Fang Chengye, only one man sat indifferently in front of the mirror. The other party heard Mi Chen's voice, and then he slowly turned to his face, his lips raised.

All things slowly pulled away at that moment, leaving only the breath of thin hairspring.

She feels that she must have had an illusion after eating expired instant noodles ... otherwise, how could she enter the movie emperor Bai Yihan's dressing room?

He was the only Chinese actor who did not break into Hollywood by "Oriental Martial Arts".

Bai Yihan, who is no longer a youth idol, has no traces of years left on his face. The outline of the facial features is like a distant mountain in the mist. Eyebrows lifted lightly, it was Changfeng Wanli sending Qiuyan, and all the glitz and glory eclipsed behind him.

It's so exciting before putting on makeup, what can the makeup artist do?

"Hello, I ’m Bai Yihan. I will be on stage in an hour. Can you put on makeup for me?"

The sound of warm alcohol is like running water over the years. Perhaps it is really a man with experience that can be carved into such a temperament by time.

"Ah ... OK ..." Mi Chen hurried over.

"Although the time is tighter, you don't have to be nervous." Bai Yihan raised his head slightly and appeased.

"Yeah, Bai Yihan has never needed too much decoration." Fang Chengye tightened his watch, and the displeasure on his face was obvious. "This organizer is really funny, even if you haven't signed a company with you just after returning to China, you won't even have one. Do n’t stay with the makeup artist! What did you say that I asked Lin Ruyi, a sister in the makeup industry, to make up your makeup, and ended up running to serve any idol heavenly group? It ’s too late for us to bring our own makeup artist. ! It's so funny! "

"Forget it, I am not a female star, not so particular."

"Why not pay attention! This is your first appearance after returning home! Of course, you have to make a good impression on the audience! You are sitting here, I will talk to the organizer."

After talking, Fang Chengye left in a stride, leaving only Mi Chen to fiddle with her things on the dressing table.

"That ... can I touch you?" Mi Chen asked carefully.

There was a trace of surprise in Bai Yihan's eyes. He knew that some backstage staff would also ask the celebrity to sign or take a photo, but he made the first such request with such boldness.

"Oh? Where do you want to touch me?" Bai Yihan took his time, and the smile on his lips deepened.

Mi Chen suddenly embarrassed, this is the rhythm of being properly regarded as a female pervert by the male god! Although she really wanted to have a deep touch in her heart, it was not a good time now. She is very professional!

"Your face profile ... is that okay?"

"why?"

If it is a reasonable request, no matter what the meaning is, it will be agreed. In the face of fans, he has always been very patient. But he also has his own work attitude, he does not appreciate any unprofessional behavior.

Mi Chen was worried about Bai Yihan's displeasure. After all, anyone who heard such a request would feel weird.

"That ... people's facial features often become flatter than usual, which is called photogenic. I paid attention to the stage lighting effects tonight and the imaging of other stars on the big screen, so I think Maybe you need to increase the height of your forehead and cheekbones ... "

Mi Chen sipped his lips. As Fang Chengye said, this was Bai Yihan's first appearance on stage five years after leaving the country. She has seen many of his movies, and she has been touched and adored like a teenager in her life. Although she is no longer chasing stars, she still wants to do his best for him.

Bai Yihan reads countless people, he can easily see through other people's acting skills and ideas. This time, he saw calm in the eyes of this small and ordinary makeup artist.

"Okay, you touch it."

When he said the word "touch", he nodded and smiled.

Mi Chen took a deep breath, as if he had gone back in time in the era of chasing the stars in desperation many years ago.

Be professional, rice dust. Although you are just a little make-up artist, you have your pride.

Mi Chen first measured the depth of the white eyebrow bone to the eyelid from the back of the index finger, the forehead width, zygomatic height, and finally measured the angle of the eyeball to the chin with a brush.

As Fang Chengye said, Bai Yihan's facial features are perfect and do not need any modification. And what she has to do is to amplify such perfection, and show Bai Yihan's flashy diminishing refinement.

In the same general order, put on the base makeup, and after the base makeup, Mi Chen began to toning on the back of his hand.

Bai Yihan opened his eyes slowly, facing Mi Chen's expression looking at the brush very attentively.

"Will you also have to paint a white porcelain face or lower eyeliner for me?"

Bai Yihan just feels that the makeup artist is too quiet and nervous now, he wants to enliven her atmosphere.

"No. You are an actor, the skin color is already very good, just need to be a little whiter than usual. And the so-called fashion under the eyeliner is just a sensation for you." Mi Chen raised the brush, pale Said, "Mr. Bai, please close your eyes."

Bai Yihan smiled and closed his eyes. Mi Chen's voice sounded flat and complimented in the eyes of ordinary people, but Bai Yihan knew that the little girl said this sentence with a very serious attitude.

Feeling that the brush is undulating on his face, Bai Yihan has a very special feeling that he is taken very seriously. As if his face was a canvas of oil painting, Mi Chen was the dedicated master.

"Mr. Bai, please open your eyes, can you smile at me?" If Fang Cai Mi Chen was still a little bit cramped, once she entered the state, she seemed to have changed her personality.

Bai Yihan was accustomed to the serious tone of Mi Chen, his lips slightly sunken, and he could see his face reflected in Mi Chen's eyes. The other side turned his face slightly, observing him at various angles, then gave him a lip color, and finally added highlights near his chin.

After more than forty minutes, Mi Chen exhaled and smiled and said, "Mr. Bai, all right."

"Really? Thanks."

Bai Yihan never worried that his face would be drawn into a ghost-screaming look, because even a crappy makeup artist could not paint him ugly.

At this time, Fang Chengye was back.

"I **** his organizer! Say what they can't afford to star Xingyaotianxia and Jutao Records ..."

Fang Chengye's voice stopped suddenly. He looked at Bai Yihan in a dumbfounded voice. It took a long time to say: "I'm stuffed ... this makeup technique ..."

"What's wrong?" Bai Yihan turned his face and looked at himself in the mirror, his heart trembling involuntarily.

Is this him?

Those times that never went back and forth seemed to be rushing back in an instant, unstoppable.

"No ... isn't it?" Mi Chen swallowed and tensed.

"No, great. Thank you."

Bai Yihan looked back and smiled, Fang Chengye exaggeratedly covered his chest and took two steps backwards, "It's over! It's over! My heart is almost jumping out! I thought your deity was already rich enough, I didn't expect a makeup artist to break through the limit what!"

Mi Chen chuckled her lips as she packed up her makeup case. She only used Fang Chengye to thank her with exaggerated praise. The tension in the dressing room gradually subsided, and Mi Chen could finally breathe out.

A reminder from the staff sounded outside the door, and Bai Yihan should be ready for the stage.

He got up, adjusted the corner of his clothes, patted Mi Chen's shoulder and said, "Wait here, wait a while. Cheng Ye and I will invite you for supper."

Mi Chen smiled more happily, feeling that all efforts were recognized. She would not be stupid enough to take what Bai Yihan said seriously, and the head of the makeup artist group called her to scold her. When she arrived, she hurriedly put on makeup for a group of dancers, and the leader's screams were always around her ears. The whole public dressing room is just a pot of porridge. Mi Chen was nervous and flustered, obviously air-conditioned, but his back was completely sweaty.

She didn't have a chance to go to the front desk to see the picture when Bai Yihan sang.

At the moment of the music festival, senior female host Hong Yueying warmly introduced the mysterious singing guests to the audience, read out a long list of popular movie titles and some international awards, and then blinked and asked: "Everyone Guess who he is? "

And the male host Lin Song, who partnered with her, looked at the audience with humor, "Alas, maybe he has left the sight of the domestic audience for too long, and no one has seen fans mention his name!"

Hong Yueying secretly despised Lin Song in his heart, even though Bai Yihan's popularity in China was not as good as before, but the thin and dead camel was bigger than a horse, and if anyone in China wanted to develop internationally, Bai Yihan was still in front of those international directors Say two words! She had to hurry up.

"Maybe after tonight, most of the audience will involuntarily call his name!"

Saying this sentence, just to give Bai Yihan a face, Hong Yueying did not expect that he would even say it.

The music sounded slowly, it was a movie theme song eight years ago. It's just that most of the young people under the stage haven't seen it. Fortunately, the tune has been rearranged, with many modern elements, and the melody is beautiful, it is easy to be remembered by others.

Against the light, a figure walked slowly, each step of calmness and elegance made the audience's hearts curious.