Floating Color

When the crew started working in the afternoon, Li Mojun sat in a cool pavilion and put on makeup. The previous makeup has been lost, the makeup artist may not know enough about Li Mojun's skin texture, and the selected cosmetics are somewhat dry. Li Mojun's skin is neutral, and his makeup is quite strong. Mi Chen simply removed the makeup for Li Mojun and went straight back.

Maybe it was too much understanding of his facial contours, or maybe Mi Chen participated in too many programs these days to make makeup for countless people, so the skills became more skillful. It is now forty minutes.

When Li Mojun walked in front of the camera, many people looked over and wanted to know what Mi Chen painted him.

The first one to see him clearly was the deputy director. He was there for a while, blocking Li Mojun's way. Li Mojun bypassed sideways indifferently.

Then there were two field duties. When Li Mojun was seen, he was also intently focused.

When Li Mojun came to the camera, the onlookers gathered a few points and couldn't help sighing.

"The famous shots are different ... didn't you think Li Mojun seemed to have a very fairy feeling?"

"And it's not the kind of immortal who doesn't eat fireworks, like ... How are those poems read?"

"Wang Tubaye was in a joke, was he drunk in life?"

"exactly!"

The director staring at the screen nodded and said to the staff on the side: "Did Li Mojun change the makeup artist?"

"Yeah! It's rice dust!"

The director narrowed his eyes. "I thought this rice dust was famous for its hype. It seems that there are really two brushes. I finally found the feeling of heavy happiness I wanted!"

"Alas, those who are somewhat capable this year will naturally be degraded and ridiculed by those who are incapable. If they really don't have the skills, can the Asian Makeup Awards still win prizes? It won't make any difference! Other makeup artists should learn from it! The deputy director Ying Hedao said.

The previous makeup artists who talked about Mi Chen in the background are now losing their breath.

Not to mention, even if Mi Chen really taught them hand in hand, they might not be able to reach this level.

Now when I see Mi Chen, there is a "Mi Chen sister" on the left, and a "Master accept us" on the right.

Mi Chen just smiled, "Have a chance."

Now, she also learned to perfunctory.

Li Mojun in the close-up of the lens is seamless, without any post-processing, and the feeling of being free and unrestrained has made people feel that they must go away at any time.

During the filming, some staff bought popsicles, and everyone started grabbing popsicles. Even Xiao Xiao had a long hand and grabbed one from the cracks of the person at once.

"Come and come! See how good I am to you! Eat a popsicle and make up!"

"Is this made of chicken broth?" Mi Chenle said.

This is the simplest old popsicle. Mi Chen opened the wrapping paper, just about to bite it, and saw Li Mojun sitting on the side watching the script.

He has always been calm, so he never gets restless and sweats less. But his costume, which was stacked on top of each other, would feel hot even with a good concentration.

Mi Chen leaned the popsicle in front of him, "Bite it!"

Perhaps because of knowing that this was the last time he applied makeup for him, Mi Chen accidentally let go. Dare to say anything, dare to do anything.

"I don't need it, you eat it."

"Just take a bite and moisten your throat." Mi Chen no longer cares about being rejected by him, and feels cherished by saying more to him.

Li Mojun put down the script and turned his face. When he opened his mouth to cover the corner of the popsicle, Mi Chen suddenly felt his heart swell.

With a soft crunch, Li Mojun's lips flicked past, he turned his head and continued to read the script.

Mi Chen squeezed the popsicle, and suddenly felt that the whole person was very light, like a hydrogen balloon, flying into the sky of nine days.

She stays in the crew every day. Without those annoying shows and unknown interviews, everything becomes pure.

In the evening, Lian Xiao wrapped Mi Chen's shoulder and said, "How is it? Going to have supper together tonight! Want something to eat? I treat!"

"Spicy crayfish!" Mi Chen shouted without thinking.

Lian Xiao looked at Mi Chen with a shocked expression: "Aren't you? Spicy crayfish? Li Mojun also followed us. You're not afraid of eating crayfish in front of him. It looks like nothing ..."

Mi Chen glanced back at Li Mojun, who looked like a broken jar. "Whether it's a man's demeanor or a woman's demeanor, it's all pretended. I decided to emancipate the mind and be true!"

"Good talk! Let's go!"

Lian Xiao really took them to a small shop selling lobster. There were many people in the shop. Li Mojun wore a pair of black-framed glasses, lowered the brim, and followed Mi Chen and Lian Xiao to the most inconspicuous corner of the shop to sit down.

Li Mojun, unlike other stars, deliberately bowed his head and pretended not to exist. As everyone knows, this is the more suspicious. He just leaned back in his chair and played with his mobile phone.

Those who came to eat in such small shops for supper were also Shengdou Xiaomin, and most of them were men, noting that Li Mojun didn't have much.

Rice dust was about to get a big lobster and opened six or seven bottles of beer.

Lian Xiao looked at her posture and could not help being stupid.

"I said, where did the rice grains that followed us? How did you become a female man?"

Mi Chen ignored Xiao Lian and opened the lobster shell at a dumbfounded speed, peeling the shrimp off. One clip was given to Lian Xiao, and the other clip was given to Li Mojun.

"I know you do n’t eat this kind of thing, but since you ’re here, try it!"

Li Mojun said nothing and ate the shrimp on the plate. Anyway, it was difficult to see from his face if it was delicious or not.

Mi Chen had a great meal this time, and in the end it was filled with oil.

"I said Mi Chen, I want to ask you a question. Inside the agent, do you think I am powerful, or Fang Chengye is powerful?"

If Lian Xiao ’s problem was in the past, Mi Chen had to consume a lot of brain cells, but now she understands that telling the truth does not necessarily make people happy, and they are together for happiness.

"Of course you are great! Forget that you led our team to win the" Dreamworks "championship?"

"Eh, is Lin Runan important or Ansel important? If they both get into trouble at the same time, who would you choose to help?"

Mi Chen paused. What happened to Lian Xiao?

"Of course, Ansel, that's my brother. And Lin Runan has a mature style of doing things, and sees things very transparent, and the industry has a wide range of connections. If Ansel and Lin Runan are in trouble at the same time, I must first Help Ansel. "

"Oh, I see. You did not choose Lin Runan not because he was not important, but because you trusted his ability. Then I will ask you again, if Lin Runan and Bai Yihan fell into the water, who will you save first?" Lian Xiao raised his eyebrows, an expression of good play.

Mi Chen embarrassed, when did Lian Xiao become so naive? Isn't he unaware of his relationship with Bai Yihan? Isn't this poking her heart, liver, spleen and lungs?

"Both of them are good at swimming! You might as well ask them, if I fall into the water, who of them jumped down to save me first!"

Lian Xiao was taken aback for a moment and took a picture of Mi Chen's head. "OK, you! Now the problem will be transferred! I want to know whether Lin Runan is important or Bai Yihan is important in your heart."

"I don't know." Mi Chen screamed again for a large pot of lobster, and plucked the shell. The prawns were all put into Lian Xiao's bowl. Obviously, it means you eat more, shut up!

But even Xiao did not shut up at all. He continued to ask: "Then I ask you, if Lin Runan and Li Mojun ask you for help at the same time, who do you help?"

"Mr. Lian, do you believe me? Use chopsticks to insert your nostrils!"

"Don't believe it." Lian Xiao's expression "Hurry up and say, I won't shut up if you don't say".

Mi Chen dared not look at Li Mojun on the side, so he had to take a breath, "Mr. Li."

"Eh? Why?"

"If Mr. Li asks me for help, it means that I can only help him with this busy situation."

"What if he asked you to stay? Will you stay?" Lian Xiao's lips were so bad that he wanted to smash his smile with a beer bottle.

Mi Chen opened his mouth.

She couldn't say that when she came to explore Li Mojun's class, she once held the feeling that the other party would ask her to stay.

Lin Runan wanted her to leave, and Bai Yihan did everything she could to keep her. She thought that thinking and choosing were so crazy things, so she gave Li Mojun the choice.

Because she has a hunch, if it is Li Mojun, she will surely make her feel no regrets.

"I……"

I will stay.

Before Mi Chen's words were finished, Li Mojun said, "Don't ask such boring questions again."

"Shouldn't you ask, or are you afraid that the answer will disappoint you?" Lian Xiao's finger tapped on the table, and it seemed to knock on the heart every time.

Mi Chen continued to dial the lobster, but Lian Xiao spoke again.

"I ask you the last question, you don't have to answer it. If Bai Yihan and Li Mojun both say they love you, who will you be with?"

Mi Chen's heart tightened and was choked by chili peppers, coughing and tearing away.

The lungs are about to be coughed up!

Li Mojun raised his hand and patted Mi Chen's back, his gaze swept coldly to Lian Xiao, the warning could not be more obvious.

"Okay, I see. If something like that happens, it seems that you haven't taken the male god's hand yet, and you have scared yourself to death!" Lian Xiao laughed.

Mi Chen raised his face, tears staring at Lian Xiao.

But that question, like a small needle, stuck in Mi Chen's heart, and when he remembered it, it would hurt.

The filming came to an end.

Mi Chen looked at Li Mojun from a distance, that was the last scene in the movie, and the heavy play he played played a role in the obsessed disciple Song Tian.

She will never forget his smile at that moment, just like the moonlight that has been refined for thousands of years, ethereal and leisurely.

His fingers flicked over Song Tian's eyebrows, and the virtual image of everything in the world shattered in his smile.

"Song Tian, ​​do you remember what you said to the teacher-one thought became an idiot, one thought became a demon, one thought of pleasure, and one thought of freedom."

Even if the years condense, the time goes back in time, the past is gone, why bother.

Mi Chen found that it had been too long since he had watched someone so focused on doing a good job.

The cheers of the staff rang in her ears, everything was so noisy.

Li Mojun turned around in the crowd, and Mi Chen understood for the first time what it means to "find him a thousand baidus", but she didn't know who the man in the light was in the end.

She did not participate in the carnival of the crew at night, but sent a text message to Li Mojun: I decided to go back to France, cherish.

She didn't want to say goodbye to him. Farewell is a very sad thing.

And even if each side is apart, they will definitely be able to meet again.

Sitting in the taxi on the return trip, Mi Chen looked at the same street lights by the side of the road, she didn't know how the tears fell.

Back home, she began to pack up.

Miao Miao also joined her ranks, stuffing all kinds of messes into it, she was completely overweight.

"Meow, it doesn't matter if I take these clothes or not. You forget that I have a home in France, where I still have a lot of things!"

As soon as Mi Chen's words were finished, Miao Miao burst into tears. As a result, Mi Chen hugged her for more than an hour.

That night, she and Miao Miao cooked a large pot of instant noodles, beat two eggs, and put ham sausage. Miao Miao said to her very seriously that when she returned to France, she must have a serious meal and no more instant noodles.

When they wiped out a whole pot of noodles, Mi Chen's cell phone rang.

Seeing that number, she exhaled.

"Hey, Brother Bai!"

"I know you are leaving, but is it too informal to just send a text message?"

His voice is still magnetic, Mi Chen believes that no matter how many teenagers, he is no longer as outstanding as he is now, and he can still use the voice to fascinate all beings.

"Because if I see you, I'm afraid I will cry." Mi Chen returned to his room and opened the bedroom window, and saw the figure standing under the street lamp, Gu Zi stood upright, the best in the night. section.

"You're not afraid of crying, but I'm afraid I won't let you go. Or, seeing me is a burden for you."

"Brother Bai, you are unique. I haven't told you, like the brightest billboard under the night, always reminding me that no matter how bad things happen, there is always something in the world that is perfect to make people unhappy. "

"So, that's not admiration, but admiration."

"Yes, Brother Bai, I admire you. It used to be like this, it is now and it will not change in the future."

Mi Chen's hand propped against the window sill, leaned down, and saw his figure clearly.

Bai Yihan smiled, not a certain character in the movie, or a proper smile in front of the public.

He raised his head and looked up at Mi Chen from afar.

"Xiaomi, I do n’t want to be a parasitic parasite anymore, firmly rooted in the host, greedily and indiscriminately ingesting nutrients until the other party is squeezed out.

"But I always wanted to tell you that you are not."

"Really? I always thought I was a parasitic parasite."

"Because you do n’t know why I admire you."

"Oh why?"

"I admire you because you are like a steep cliff. Everyone who walks under the cliff will raise his head subconsciously. Because the cliff aspires to the sky."

"Thank you."

It was just two words, but Bai Yihan's voice choked slightly.

Mi Chen closed his eyes, and sincerely kissed Bai Yihan's brow in his heart.

At this moment, she put down everything she had pursued, preparing to return to the place where she grew up. There is another starting point.

Opening her closet, she saw the blue suspenders and couldn't help laughing. Every time she wears it, she will be able to board "Week of the Week". Such a commemorative thing, she feels that she can't throw it away anyway. She just removed it and saw the dark men's trench coat.

Mi Chen's palm was overlaid, and there was a warm breath between his skin.

"Oh ... how can I forget to return it to him?"

This was a long time ago, Li Mojun sent her downstairs to Xingyuan, the wind was too big and too cold, he lent her her trench coat.

Mi Chen took it off, and covered it subconsciously. She suddenly remembered that every time she was surrounded by journalist media or crazy fans, Li Mojun would tightly pull her wrist or buckle her shoulder. She remembered the strength of his breathing and the ups and downs of his chest.

It turned out that this was what she had always been attached to.

She folded the trench coat and put it in the box.

She knows that competition in the European and American makeup industry is no less than in the entertainment industry, and she is not protected by Bai Yihan and supported by Li Mojun.

Li Mojun's words sounded in his ears, "downstream, upstream."

She doesn't have the ambition to be famous, and what she wants to do is the best herself.

She believes that in that place, when she is at a loss or even afraid, as long as she is under the windbreaker, she will be as calm and as firm as Li Mojun.

The next day, Mi Chen went to the international airport. She had not told anyone her exact flight, so there was no one other than Miao Miao who came to see her off.

In the VIP waiting hall, Mi Chen was in a daze, emptying everything.

Unknowingly, she noticed tears falling across her face, as "Theendoftheworld" rang in her ears.

She remembered how the man held himself tightly in that noisy KTV box, singing more memorably than the movie.

He replaced the back view of Lin Runan riding a bicycle, and precipitated Bai Yihan's heartening confession, although he didn't know it.

Mi Chen got up and got on the plane. She was tired, closed her eyes and enjoyed her return.

She felt that someone had touched her wrist and moved the allergic bracelet around. She pursed her lips and didn't care. Maybe a passenger was curious about this thing.

The plane was about to take off, confused, it seemed that someone was wearing a seat belt for her.

"Thank you ..." Mi Chen pursed her lips and chatted with Miao Miao until late at night yesterday. She was really sleepy.

"Ok."

The illusion is general, hitting Mi Chen's heart. She suddenly opened her eyes, turned her face, and faced the face that she had traced thousands of times.

"Li Mojun? You ... why are you here?"

"Go to Paris."

The sound of the engine of the plane was pushed to the end of hearing, and everything except him was wiped blank. He reflected in her eyes with an infinite silence, clear as every pattern of the castle sleeping in the warm sun.

"Go to Paris?"

"Vacation."

"Just for vacation?" Mi Chen asked the answer for the first time without any scruples.

"By the way, take care of my sister's shares in" Top View ".

Mi Chen was too late to be disappointed in her heart, she still persevered, "That's it?"

Li Mojun shook the newspaper and separated Mi Chen's eyes.

"You write my contact number on the allergy bracelet. If anything happens to you, how can I get to you right away?"

Mi Chen lowered his head and clasped his wrist, just like a small secret buried in his heart was easily pierced by the other party.

She knew that she should never be expected to say the sweetest words.

But the overwhelming joy was used to make her almost uncontrollable.

When a blast of air came and the plane bumped up and down, the passengers screamed in unison, Mi Chen subconsciously held the handrail, and when everything returned to calm, she realized that she was holding Li Mojun aside.

She was terrified, fearing that the other party would withdraw her hand.

Until everything calmed down, her fingers were still held in Li Mojun's palm.

She could feel the scar on his palm that was scratched by a dagger, and it became a part of his palm print.

She requested that the journey be a little longer, and that the flight could fly forever, so her fingers could stay in his palm forever.

In this fantasy, Mi Chen fell asleep peacefully. Her thoughts are bound to forget the river, and the steady river is endless.

This was the most beautiful long-distance flight in her life, so that when it had to end, Mi Chen's heart surged so deeply.

They got off the plane and she followed Li Mojun behind to collect the luggage.

He sent her luggage to the cart for her, and then put his luggage with her, and said to God, "Let's go. Lin Runan is already waiting for us."

Mi Chen's face grew a big smile, followed.

Compared to the last time I saw Lin Runan, he seemed more calm, with a British style scarf, a long trench coat, and a waved hand. Mi Chen was in a trance, and she had long been accustomed to rushing into his arms, but now she knew how to raise his hand like him, and reunited with joy.

Sitting in the car, the roadside was a scene she had once been very familiar with, and Mi Chen's heart was mixed. She never thought she would use this as her second starting point.

"Hey! Mi Chen, Ansel has already packed up the old villa for you and prepared a French dinner to treat you!" Lin Runan said with a smile while driving.

Mi Chen suddenly responded, "Haven! You just said" treat you ", meaning that you and Ansel know that Mr. Li will also come to France?"

Lin Runan showed a strange expression, "Yeah, we all know. Don't you know?"

Mi Chen blinked and looked at Li Mojun. He just supported his chin quietly and leisurely, looking out at the street scene outside the window. The wind was pouring in from the window of the car, brushing his hair, undulating continuously.

They returned to the old villa, stood at the door, closed their eyes and could smell the faint smell of climbing roses in the air.

Ansel rushed out like a big dog, holding Mi Chen again a mess.

Everyone entered the room and saw the food on the table, looking at Ansel's "French Dinner".

Do they have to eat fried steak?

Is this red and white thing borscht or creamy mushroom soup?

Ansel watched everyone sitting at the table slowly without picking up the knife and fork, and bowed his head in frustration.

Li Mojun took a sip of soup first, "Although the taste is thicker, it tastes good."

"Is it? I also try it!" Mi Chen quickly scooped up the soup to the face and put it into his mouth. "Eh, although the appearance is not very good, the taste is really good!"

Ansel crooked his head and said timidly: "That's not actually soup ... but steak dipping sauce ..."

Mi Chen almost didn't squirt out, Lin Runan laughed directly.

This is a French meal with a rich taste. After drinking enough food, Mi Chen consciously cleaned up the dishes. Ansel, Lin Runan and Li Mojun came to the terrace on the top floor of the villa, blowing the evening breeze.

Ansel poured a glass of red wine for each of them and pointed to the piece of backyard under the terrace with excitement. "Li Mojun, look at that! The laurel tree was planted when I first came here to spend the summer with Xiaomi! It ’s not dead yet! It ’s amazing! ”

Lin Runan shook his head helplessly, "That laurel has already died. Xiaomi is afraid that you will be sad. Please, I planted one later.

"Ah ... it's like this ..." Ansel grimaced.

Li Mojun leaned on the edge of the terrace and stared at the courtyard in the night. Everything seemed faintly mysterious.

"By the way, Ansel, is your treatment not over yet?" Lin Runan asked with a smile. "I want to try my new style on your face."

"Forget it. This injury left me with no decent job for almost a year. Many people doubted my status. The position that originally belonged to me was replaced by others. Even Betty said, I need time to come "Restore my status in the fashion world." Ansel smiled self-deprecatingly. "But what is my status? Walking hangers? No matter how beautiful they are touted by praise, they always focus on appearance. But this leather bag One day it will fade ... what will I have left then? "

Lin Runan patted Ansel on the shoulder, "Be patient and wait. Even if it is temporarily replaced, but it won't take long, they will know how unique you are. Not to mention that you have a lot more than those who replace you. time."

"A lot of time? I'm tired of being chased by the spotlight ... just like Xiaomi returned to here after throwing away everything she had achieved, and I want to be like her too!" Ansel held the wine glass tightly, his eyes closed Full of yearning.

Li Mojun, who had been silent, finally spoke, and his voice was like a seed falling into the soil, suddenly breaking through the world.

"Then be the person you want to be."

"What?" Ansel retreated a little.

The wine glass in Li Mojun's hand touched Ansel with a crunch.

"When I participated in DreamWorks, the warehouse where the clothes were stored was actually not your friend, but yours. It was all your work."

Anselton paused, holding his forehead. "How did Xiaomi endure you? Always tell the truth on such occasions!"

"You really want to be a fashion designer. What you want to show is not your appearance but your thoughts. If so, then go for it."

"doing what?"

"Be a designer and hold a press conference. Just now you have a lot of leisure time."

"... a press conference? Are you talking about a fashion conference? Mr. Li, this is not something you want to open! Even if I can design clothes, where can I find models! Venues! There are audiences! funds!"

"You can design clothes, and Hyvin and I can get the media and models for you. As for the venue, I can discuss with the editor in chief of the" Night Vision "Mr. Nicholas Perrin for the Carrousel Hall or Du Louvre in the Louvre Leli Garden has arranged a show. As for the funds, although I am not a rich country, it should be enough. "

Ansel opened his eyes wide, looked at Li Mojun, and then looked at Lin Runan, "Haven ... I heard it right? Mr. Li wants to help me get a fashion show? No one will come to see it. ! "

Lin Runan lowered his head and smiled lightly, "Mr. Li, as far as I know, will be able to do it as long as he says it. I will join."

Li Mojun raised his chin, "How about you, Ansel. Do you have the courage to realize your own ideas?"

Ansel raised his eyes, and he suddenly understood what made this man different. He has a power to make people brave and unswerving.

"Of course I have!"

"Very good. Haiwen, don't you mind retreating behind the scenes this time?" Li Mojun stared sideways at Lin Runan.

Lin Runan was stunned and smiled abruptly, "I understand. You are willing to contribute money, contribute, and face, not only to help Ansel pass this empty window period without work, but also want Mi Chen in Europe. There is a shining appearance in the fashion industry. "

Li Mojun was silent.

Lin Runan nodded, "OK, I agree. I do make-up instructions for the fashion show. Mi Chen puts on makeup for the finale model. I will arrange other assistants in the studio to help and give the newcomer a chance."

Mi Chen, who had sorted out the dishes, stepped up and found that the three men had a very harmonious atmosphere.

"Hey! What are you talking about?"

"We are discussing holding a clothing conference for Ansel. Are you joining? Or stand by?" Lin Runan asked in a mysterious tone.

Mi Chen froze.

"Is this a joke? Or is it really a plan?"

"If this is a plan, do you have the courage to implement it?"

Li Mojun's eyes looked over, and Mi Chen's thoughts seemed to enter the labyrinth of infinite gyrations, and suddenly reached the end point at a certain moment.

"Of course I have," she answered.

As long as in his eyes, she can do anything.

"So from this moment on, Ansel, focus on it. I need a series of works and take them to Mr. Perrin in" Fashion Tips. "If he recognizes your talents, he can definitely invite him with his appeal To the fashion media of sufficient scale, this conference will be one-third successful. "

Li Mojun deserves to be a real combat faction, and even Ansel's expression has become solemn.

"And Mi Chen, in order to adapt to the fast pace of the fashion conference, you need Haiwen to arrange work and practice for you."

"That is of course, I will let her get enough exercise."

Mi Chen took a look at Li Mojun and then Lin Runan, and sighed, "How do I think I have been arranged for what I want to do?"

"Are you dissatisfied with this arrangement?" Lin Runan asked funny.

Leave him and come here. Can she really ask for his help?

Li Mojun's fingers lifted Mi Chen's hands hidden in the shadows when Mi Chen put down her hands covering her eyes. Her eyes burned with a flame of no return, "No, I'm very satisfied!"

Li Mojun raised his hand and looked at his watch. "It's not too late. I have to go to the hotel to stay."

"Hotel? Why go to the hotel? There are so many rooms in Xiaomi's house!" Ansela held Mi Chen's arm. "Xiaomi! Mr. Li should live here, right!"

Mi Chen's heart jumped for a while, and he almost said without thinking, "Of course I live here!"

After talking, Mi Chen felt stupid.

Li Mojun passed by her, walked to the door and turned around, "Where is my room?"

From this day, Mi Chen embarked on a new journey. She officially became a member of Lin Runan's studio. The press conference in Paris at this time was at its peak, and the big names are countless. Mi Chen finally gradually became an independent individual from the master's vassal.

Every minute and every second in the background of the conference made people nervous to forget to breathe.

Mi Chen didn't even have time to think about whether he was perfect.

All her ears were filled with cries of "faster" and "faster".

All the previous experiences have become whetstones, she spins like a spinning top frantically until the show is over.

When the models took a photo with the clothing designer at the front desk, Mi Chen sat in the corner in the background, opened a can of Coke, and swallowed it into his mouth. Her T-shirt was soaked, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

Lin Runan came to her and handed her a tissue to ask, "How does it feel? Is it terrible?"