Is the little brother sleeping powder?

The makeup industry is closely related to the performing arts industry, so it gets busier as the year approaches.

Mao Rong has been running around with Huang Na recently, singing and dancing gala, cross talk sketch gala, New Year's concert... only the New Year's Eve gala is missing.

"Actually, I received an invitation from two singers yesterday, asking us to put on makeup for them on New Year's Eve." Huang Na said while stuffing white rice into her mouth.

The two master and apprentice were squatting in the backstage of the studio eating boxed lunch. Mao Rong almost choked when he heard this, and his face turned red.Huang Na laughed loudly, patted him on the back and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I didn't answer, I know you will go home in a few days."

Mao Rong took a big sip of water before recovering, gasping for breath and saying, "Sister, it's been a hard year, so give yourself a vacation too, don't work too hard."

"Got it." The strong woman Huang Na perfunctorily agreed, then turned to him and asked, "Aren't you going to be nagged again when you go back this year? Why don't you go back and stay here with your sister!"

Speaking of this, Mao Rong had a sad face on his face: "If you don't have a date, you have to go back. Mom and Dad are waiting at home. If you don't go back, my dad will not only quit the group, but I'm afraid he will run away from home."

Huang Na sighed and said, "If I were an alpha, I would marry you and go home with you."

The corner of Mao Rong's mouth twitched: "It's better for me to be the alpha and marry you as my sister."

"Forget it, you look haggard after the estrus period, you are destined to be hurt. When the new year is over, sister is free, let me introduce you to someone." Huang Na said and put the chicken legs in the lunch box to her. Mao Rong.

"Hey sister, you..." Mao Rong was about to refuse, but Huang Na covered the lunch box, patted her buttocks and stood up, saying: "I don't have alpha here, but I can still find a few high-quality betas, and make myself fat during the Chinese New Year." Come on, wait obediently!"

Mao Rong: "...Are you trying to introduce me to someone, or are you trying to drag me to the slaughterhouse?"

When I got home at night, Mao Rong looked up the videos and articles on the Internet about "how to deal with relatives during the Chinese New Year", and took notes on the key parts, which was more serious than when preparing for the college entrance examination.

It was late at night when he put down his pen. He lay down on the bed after taking a shower and habitually wanted to check Weibo, but after much deliberation, he still didn't dare to click on it.

He hasn't been on Weibo since he deleted the comments last time, and he doesn't know if Yu Shucheng's fans let him go.Mao Rong has a somewhat timid personality, and avoids things when he can avoid them, and doesn't like confronting people head-on.

In the final analysis, he is still timid, afraid of being besieged, afraid of not being able to continue to be his beauty blogger, and not seeing the cuties calling him.

That's his spiritual pillar...

At noon the next day, Lin Jian called and asked him if he had bought the plane ticket to go home. Mao Rong said that he bought a hard sleeper. Lin Jian asked him why he didn't say earlier that he could help buy the plane ticket. That's enough.

In fact, Mao Rong didn’t even get a hard seat, so he only managed to get a hard seat ticket after staying up all night.Lin Jian will definitely go back with his girlfriend, so what's the matter with him being caught in the middle?When the time comes to pick him up, his parents will misunderstand him again.

After hanging up the phone, Mao Rong stretched his waist, and was about to continue working after a while, when the phone rang, and a text message came in: Have you had lunch yet?

It was that strange number again.Since the inexplicable "sleep" that night, this number sent text messages at frequent intervals, such as "tomorrow will cool down", "it will rain in the afternoon", "happy new year", etc. Mao Rong asked him if he sent the wrong message No, the other end didn't reply, and continued to send by talking to itself.

Mao Rong wanted to block him, but felt that this guy didn't seem to have any malicious intentions, maybe he just used this number as a tree hole to remember something, and the other party didn't talk much, at most one a day, so let him go.

Today, for some reason, I might think of taking a train for a day alone, feeling lonely and lonely, Mao Rong typed and replied: Eat, how about you?

It came back in less than 1 minute: not yet.

Mao Rong was speechless, he thought that the other party would not receive his text messages, so...why didn't he reply to the last question?

Just when I was about to ask again if I sent it by mistake, the other end said: I am busy, I will contact you later.

Mao Rong: "..." Who wants to contact you?

At around eight o'clock in the evening, the person who sent the wrong number really came as promised: Sorry, I just finished my work, and now I have dinner.

Mao Rong didn't want to talk to him now, put away the phone, and memorized the answer with yesterday's notes.

After a while the phone rang again: What about you?

Mao Rong felt sorry for him, sighed, picked up the phone and typed quickly: Eat, who are you?

The other party again selectively ignored his question: go to bed early, good night.

Mao Rong was furious, thinking whoever would call you back would be an idiot!

The next day the guy texted like normal: Good morning.

Mao Rong ignored him.

At noon again: have you had lunch yet?

Mao Rong continued to ignore him.

In the afternoon: busy today?

Mao Rong endured it.

Evening: See you tomorrow.

Mao Rong couldn't help it: who are you?Don't talk about pulling black!

Opponent: You don't know?

Mao Rong was going crazy, how could I know! ?

The other party didn't come back for a long time, and 15 minutes passed: Let's talk tomorrow, go to bed early.

Mao Rong died.

It didn't bother him until the next day, however.

Huang Na temporarily took over the job of a large-scale performance, recording and broadcasting the Spring Festival Gala of a certain satellite TV. The time was short, and it was still dark when the call came. Mao Rong got up from the bed in a daze, and was dragged to the airport by Huang Na , On the plane, I realized that I forgot my mobile phone at home.

But it's only a day's round trip, and if everything goes well, I'll be home in the evening. Mao Rong felt relieved and got more than an hour's sleep on the plane.

When I went to the place, I went straight to the studio, and there was a huge crowd of people backstage. Huang Na only had time to assign him a task, and left in a hurry.

Mao Rong yawned and knocked on the doors of the lounge one by one with the makeup box in his arms. First, he put on makeup for a member of a boy group he had worked with before, and then for a rock band. There were ten people in total. It was already noon when he was done. , someone had already started to perform on stage in front of him, Mao Rong didn't care about eating, so he packed up and rushed to the next family.

According to the house number, I found the lounge, knocked on the door and saw the familiar assistant lady, Mao Rong hiccupped reflexively.

The young lady chuckled: "Am I that scary?"

Mao Rong scratched her head: "No, no..."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Mao Rong felt that this lady's attitude towards him was much better than when they first met.

The little sister went out, and he held his breath and walked up to Yu Shucheng: "Hi, I see you again... hiccup... we're here."

Pretending to be an easy failure, Mao Rong just wanted to hide his face and run away in tears, thinking that before the next assignment, he must ask if there is this handsome fish guy!

Yu Shucheng remained calm, nodded to him politely, picked up an unopened bottle of mineral water and handed it to him: "Drink some water."

Mao Rongjiong, just about to take it, Yu Shucheng took his hand back, unscrewed the bottle cap, and handed it to him.

Mao Rong is even more embarrassing, do I look like such a weak omega?

After taking a few sips of water to suppress the hiccup, Mao Rong glanced around Yu Shucheng's own cosmetics before starting to make up, and unexpectedly saw the eye shadow and shadow powder he recommended last time were listed.

This time, there was no foundation brush or powder puff in the make-up tools at all. Mao Rong resigned to his fate and started directly, sweeping his fingers across the eye sockets. Yu Shucheng closed his eyes to cooperate from time to time. Opening his eyes, the ball fell down with a bang like an object falling from a height, and his whole heart was trembling.

It's so beautiful, even more beautiful than in the dream...

Mao Rong even had the idea that "this person should only exist in the sky", and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was because alpha was too attractive to him, or this person himself had such a unique charm.

When it came to eye makeup, Mao Rong used pink eyeshadow with Yu Shucheng's approval. When the makeup was finished, Mao Rong's nose felt hot and she almost had a nosebleed when she opened her eyes.

Makeup artists have read countless beauties. Mao Rong thinks that he has a good aesthetic taste and a high vision. There are still very few beauties that can shock him. Except for Yu Shucheng, only the ones he saw when he first arrived in the capital three years ago... …

"What's wrong?" Yu Shucheng's voice pulled him back from his thoughts.

Mao Rong regained consciousness and said in a daze, "It's pretty."

"Huh?" Yu Shucheng looked puzzled.

Mao Rong pointed to his eyes in the mirror, and sincerely praised, "It's beautiful."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Mao Rong saw Yu Shucheng's mouth slightly twitched.

"Thanks, you too."

When the two met for the second time, they praised each other again.

Mao Rong looked away and looked in the mirror at his slightly drooping eyes, which could barely be called "cute" in other people's eyes. He wondered how this person could say a compliment that was courteous and reciprocal so sincerely. , he almost believed it...

"did you eat lunch?"

Yu Shucheng suddenly changed the subject, Mao Rong let out an "ah" and politely said without thinking, "I've eaten."

As soon as the voice fell, my stomach started growling, and my face was slapped in a second.

Yu Shucheng frowned, seemingly not very happy, Mao Rong clutched his disappointing stomach in embarrassment, and before he figured out the reason for Yu Shucheng's displeasure, he had already called his assistant and told her to quickly buy a set meal.

Mao Rong broke out in a cold sweat, and waved his hands again and again: "No, no, I don't have work to do later, just eat on the way to the airport."

Yu Shucheng: "Leave immediately?"

He looked even more unhappy, Mao Rong stood up vigorously: "Let's go now!"

Yu Shucheng also stood up, grabbed his arm, pulled him to sit down involuntarily, and said in a deep voice, "I've called for dinner, we'll leave after eating."

So Mao Rong ate a meal tremblingly under the supervision of Yu Shucheng, and ate the carrots and garlic that he usually didn't eat, and then bid farewell to him in an atmosphere of confusion that was neither cold nor cold, nor warm.

Before going out, Yu Shucheng said: "Be careful on the road, and contact me later."

Mao Rong responded inexplicably.

The assistant, as if she was afraid that Mao Rong would get lost, kept sending him to Huang Na.

On the way, Mao Rong couldn't help asking her: "Fish... why did Mr. Yu contact me?"

The young lady smiled and said, "He said that you are very skilled and appointed you to help him with makeup."

Mao Rong confirmed this to Huang Na on the plane back.

"After the platter concert, just that night, his assistant contacted me and asked for your phone number." Huang Na asked, "Why, didn't I make an appointment with you in private?"

Mao Rong shook his head.

"Maybe at the end of the year, most of them are out of town, which is inconvenient. After the New Year, they will often ask you to do makeup." Huang Na said and patted Mao Rong's shoulder, "Wow, my family, Rong Rong, is going to be Yu Shucheng's makeup artist !"

Mao Rong laughed awkwardly, this is nothing to be happy about!

Thinking of seeing this "bad girl" every now and then, and being overwhelmed by his appearance and aura, she was obviously five years older than him, but she was only dizzy in front of him, so Mao Rong straightened her forehead. Jump, a headache.

Back home in the capital, just as I put down the makeup case, the cell phone by the bed rang.

While charging his phone, Mao Rong flipped through the unread messages of the day. There was nothing important. The "Mao Family Group" was discussing the Spring Festival holiday and party time. Having to be surrounded by relatives and friends, the joy of getting some extra money today was instantly extinguished.

Finally, I clicked on the text message, and it was still from the psychopath: Are you home?

After more than three years of single life, Mao Rong has not received such care for a long time.His heart softened, and he replied: Well, I just arrived.

When I came out of the shower, there was the last message from the other party in the mailbox: I am very happy today, good night.

Mao Rong tilted his head and read it three times, always feeling weird.

Why is this a bit like...something you would say after a date?