An Athlete Held up by an Entertainment Career

The dressing room was a mess, surrounded by rows of costumes hanging on extension hangers.

Several stylists were busy applying makeup to the actors for the next scene, and there were seven or eight other actors sitting on ponytails waiting in the open space.

After Xu Qiao came in, eyes followed him vaguely from all around.

The stylist who brought Xu Qiao rolled out a row of clothes, took out a set of red clothes and handed it to Xu Qiao.

The thin material has a high color saturation, and with exaggerated embroidery and sequins, it looks a bit cheap.

Li Feifei murmured inwardly, in such a cold day, wearing such a set of clothes was as if he hadn't worn them.

The stylist pointed to the opposite side: "The dressing room is over there, do you want me to help?"

"Thank you, I'll do it myself." Xu Qiao's eyes bent into crescent moons, and she glanced at Li Feifei next to her, "Feifei, wait for me here."

The dressing room was temporarily built. Because there was not enough space, the dressing room was arranged on the other side and shared with the crew next door.

Hooking the hanger with her fingers, she walked to the dressing room. There would be no one there, so Xu Qiao went into the corner room and slid the door hasp down to close it.

After taking off the down jacket, a chill came over her. Xu Qiao also took off the sweater and thermal underwear inside, leaving only a pair of underpants and began to change into the red dress.

The clothes were not only light and thin, but the material was also very slippery, and one hand couldn't hold it on the body, and it kept sliding down from the shoulders.

When I was putting on my clothes and knotting my belt, the closed door behind me suddenly swayed, and I didn't know how it opened, and a gust of cold wind came in.

When Xu Qiao heard the voice, she turned around and saw a man in his 20s standing outside.

He was tall, with broad shoulders, slender waist and long legs. He was dressed in an ancient costume, wearing a moon-white tailored and exquisitely embroidered robe, and around his neck was a haute couture gray cashmere scarf that did not match his appearance.

Looking at the thin down jacket on his arm, and the wet short hair that was washed after removing the hair cover, he should come here to change clothes after filming.

Xu Qiao raised her chin slightly, reminding him: "There should be another dressing room, right?"

The other party's sharp eyes looked Xu Qiao up and down.

The thin red dress on Xu Qiao's body was half down to her waist, with most of her shoulders and back exposed. In the dim yellow light of the dressing room, she showed a warm luster like suet jade.

Noticing that his eyes were fixed on her bare back, Xu Qiao unhurriedly pulled up her clothes.

Without saying anything, he brushed the wet short hair that fell to his forehead, turned and left.

Seeing that he was gone, Xu Qiao closed the door again.

When I dropped the door hasp, I found that the button was very loose. I should have slid down the door by myself just now to open it.

After tidying up her clothes and putting on her down jacket, Xu Qiao opened the door and walked out of the small room. After taking two steps, she stepped on a hardwood sign.

He moved his foot and saw that it was a wooden sign with strings on it. He picked it up and saw that it was written: Only for Xu Siyi.

Straightening up, Xu Qiao noticed a nail on the door of the locker room. This sign should have been hung on it.

"Xu-Si-Yi." Xu Qiao read it in a low voice, remembering that Li Feifei had told him before joining the set that Xu Siyi was on the set next door.

So this dressing room is not public, it is Xu Siyi's exclusive dressing room.

Then the young man just now——

Xu Qiao took out her mobile phone and entered the name in the search bar, the web page jumped, and the man who appeared on the picture was indeed the one just now.

In the picture, his facial features are superior, and the way he looks down at the camera with his chin up is very oppressive.

After continuing to look through the encyclopedia and the latest news, Xu Qiao barely knew how prosperous this person is now.

Accounting for half of the traffic in the entertainment industry, it seems to be undergoing a transformation this year, with much less news, but his status in the entertainment industry is still beyond his reach.

Now, he plays the role of Daomen Immortal Master in the crew of "Hundred Ghosts" next door.

……

No matter how you look at it, as an insider, the act of not knowing each other just now is extremely abnormal.

After hanging the sign back on the nail, Xu Qiao took a look and walked out.

Back in the dressing room, Li Feifei took the sweater and thermal underwear on Xu Qiao's arm, saw that his down jacket was empty, just a thin layer of red clothes, and asked worriedly, "Are you cold bro?"

"It's okay." Xu Qiao nodded to the stylist in charge of him, indicating that he could start.

The stylist is a young girl. It is rare to have such an outstanding face as Xu Qiao, which can make her show off her skills. She is gearing up and is full of interest.

First, put on a hair set. The stylist took Jin'er's custom-made hair set, and used a brush to glue it on Xu Qiao bit by bit.After the hair cover was glued on, she looked at Xu Qiao without blinking, and sighed in admiration.

With the black hair scattered down, there is a bit of ancient charm.

Under no makeup, Xu Qiao's skin is also bright and white, and the delicate luster makes the stylist extremely envious.

Such good skin does not need foundation and concealer, and it can completely stand the test of high-definition cameras.The black hair slanted down like flowing clouds, making that face even more delicate.

However, the excellent skin and bones bring the difficulty of applying makeup.

The stylist was a little hesitant, for fear that he would not be good at it, and that he would be self-defeating and destroy the beauty of this face.

She pressed the makeup brush against Xu Qiao's chin, inspected it, thought about Jin'er's enchanting and ostentatious character in the play, and finally started to put makeup on him after deliberating for a long time.

After smearing and dawdling for a long time to put on makeup, Xu Qiao looked at herself in the mirror and frowned slightly.

The makeup is too thick and gaudy, and it looks beautiful, but there is always something wrong.

There was a lot of contouring, and the stylist wanted to cover up his masculine features and soften the lines so that he looked more like a woman.Although his silhouette is more delicate and soft than that of ordinary male stars, he is not a real woman after all.

The stylist looked at Xu Qiao in the mirror and felt a little ashamed. It doesn't look bad when she transforms. After all, people are good-looking, and no matter how ugly they are, they won't look good.

It's just that comparing it before and after, it's really uncomfortable to see that it's not as good-looking as Xu Qiao Suyan's.

She coughed lightly, and said uncomfortably, "This... oops, let me reformulate it! Maybe I'm not very good at reverse strings."

"There's no need to reverse the story. He's a brothel boy, not a prostitute." Xu Qiao looked at herself in the mirror, her lower lip curled up beautifully, "I'll try it myself."

The stylist has little experience, and her skills are young. If she doesn't make mistakes, she is good enough. No matter how much she asks, it will be difficult for her. Xu Qiao thought it would be easier for her to do it herself.

"Brother, do you know how to put on makeup?" Li Feifei was a little surprised.

The stylist was also stunned for a moment, hesitating: "I'm going to take a makeup photo soon, if you can't fix it, I won't have time to repaint it."

"It's okay, it will be soon." There were all the tools on the dressing table. Xu Qiao picked up the makeup remover cotton with two fingers, soaked it with makeup remover, and slowly wiped off the overly gaudy makeup on her face.

Those who watched Xu Qiao secretly felt that there was a bit of indescribable taste in his movements.

After the makeup on the face was removed, the face returned to its pure, translucent luster under the light.The stylist came to help wash my face and do the skin care routine.

She gently gave Xu Qiao skin care, and asked worriedly, "Are you really your own?"

Xu Qiao nodded, and a light smile made him look extremely innocent.

He used to be the oiran that the noble children of the whole capital wanted to see with all their strength, and his gestures and gestures were full of charm, and his eyes were full of coquettishness.Countless people bowed down under his pomegranate skirt, spending a lot of money to kiss Fangze.

Xu Qiao couldn't understand how to take advantage of a face.

Jin'er is feminine and charming, with the suppleness and handsomeness of a teenager, so it's not a good choice to look like a woman.

Scanning the messy bottles and cans on the dressing table, Xu Qiao picked up an eyebrow pencil and traced it carefully, re-drawing the shape of the eyebrows.

The stylist sat on the side, feeling somewhat dissatisfied that Xu Qiao was being brave, but when she looked at it, a trace of surprise stained her eyes.

Xu Qiao's movements were a bit jerky at first, as if she hadn't touched makeup tools for a long time, but then she found the touch, and her movements became more skillful, she outlined her eyebrows with a few strokes, and raised the ends of her eyebrows, bringing out a shallow sultry arc.

It took more than ten minutes for the whole makeup to be completed.

Xu Qiao looked at herself in the mirror with black hair and red lips, the corners of her mouth curled up, and she squinted at Li Feifei and the stylist who were watching: "How is it?"

His face is pure and clean, but this look is beautiful and charming, with an indescribable charm in it.

There is a woman's softness in the eyebrows and a youthful handsomeness, the gender is blurred, and the smile looks a bit dusty, standing in front of him just like a Jin'er.

The stylist swallowed, nodded, and was speechless.

When Xu Qiao walked back to the set, Jiang Wen was giving a lecture to the male and female lead.

The male protagonist is called Si Cheng, a first-year student at the School of Drama, who has just grown up.He was born as a child star, he is known as the younger brother of the nation, and he is very popular with passers-by.

The heroine is called Zhang Yinghui, older than Xu Qiao and Si Cheng, she is a girl from Sichuan, she has been in the film and television city for several years, and she has played countless extras, this is the first time she plays the heroine.

"Sicheng, Chunyu Yuan is a man with conflicts in his heart. Facing the heroine's revealing of his true feelings, on the one hand, he is delighted, and on the other hand, he is terrified—why are you in a daze!"

As Jiang Wen was talking, he realized that Si Cheng's eyes had been blanked at some point, and he was staring blankly to the side.Angrily rolled up the script and knocked on his forehead, Jiang Wen turned his head to follow Si Cheng's gaze.

When his eyes touched the red, Jiang Wen's eyelids twitched, and there was a tingling feeling of being pricked by a needle from nowhere.

On the side, many staff members also stopped their work and looked at Xu Qiao with a surprised expression, and the surroundings were quiet.

The red clothes wrapped around his body, and on that innocent face, the smile was blatantly ambiguous.

Highly saturated bright red, with a slightly darker complexion, you can wear it unearthed to the effect that your mother doesn't recognize it, but when worn on Xu Qiao's body, it makes that face whiter and more attractive, revealing a pure and lustful beauty. , like a delicate blooming rose.

The gauze on the bright red sleeves and the hem of the skirt fluttered, once and for all, the eyes of the hooked people shook.

He is Jin'er, no one is more suitable than him.

Unrestrained flamboyance, gorgeous and rotten to the bone, the coquettishness is in full bloom and is about to rot.

This is Jiner.

The author has something to say: Xu Siyi: Zhenbai, this is very suitable for cupping at a glance.