How to turn the tide at a critical moment

Makeup is a technical job.

After two hours of study, the make-up teacher looked up at Wen Wen as if he had seen a world-class genius: "Did your elementary school art teacher tell you that you are very creative, and you can paint abstractions on the areas of your face that are as big as palms?" Painting can be so dynamic.”

At this time, Wen Wen was holding an eyebrow pencil in one hand and a makeup remover towel in the other, his face was black and white, like a legendary ghost judge with fierce features.

He recalled: "When I was in elementary school, the realistic paintings were very abstract, and the abstract paintings were very realistic."

"..." The makeup artist began to reflect on whether he hadn't spoken directly enough for Wen Wen to understand.

She looked at Wen Wen's unrecognizable face. The foundation and makeup on the face were a mess, and the eyebrows on the left and right were of different lengths and heights. The once delicate and comfortable face had been completely ruined.

......The special effects makeup for ghost movies is still good.

"Actually, it's true that you can't master the technique of makeup well in one night, but all I need is that you know how to apply foundation and thrush your eyebrows. Is it difficult?"

I have done hundreds of classic makeups for the artists in the company, and it is only because my colleagues and friends Ding Lan has something to ask for, so I came to popularize the basics for this rookie this evening.

I thought it was just an easy job, but I didn't expect that let alone teaching, the communication between the two of them was hindered.

"...Teacher, is it okay to use a ruler to measure eyebrows? Seeing is not necessarily believing. I want to gain true knowledge through practice." Wen Wen asked.

"...Ding Lan! Come and see, is this a comedian? If so, I think his makeup skills can already be graduated." The makeup artist grabbed the person walking over there. mad way.

It's almost eleven o'clock in the evening, and Ding Lan has just finished his busy work, with a tired face, he came here to see Wen Wen.

But that tired face disappeared the moment he saw Wen Wen.

"...Wen Wen, you paint very energetically." After Ding Lan commented hastily, he turned to the makeup artist and said, "Sister Wu, thank you very much, see if you can add him to each other online For a while, give him advice every day. I invite you to dinner!"

The make-up artist rolled his eyes: "They are all artists of the company, and sooner or later they will be taught by me, why are you thankful. I also want to thank you for letting me teach him in advance, so as to share the workload in advance... By the way, you go home and draw five times a day, and take pictures for me to see, so you can't be lazy."

Although the make-up artist was desperate for Wen Wen's talent in make-up, he still dutifully instructed.

"Mobile phone selfies now come with makeup." Wen Wen suddenly thought of something, "I'm afraid that the makeup that comes with the phone is too clumsy and cover up my superb skills. So I suggest that it's better to identify it in person. I come to learn every week Can you take a look at it later?"

The makeup artist looked at Ding Lan with dull eyes: "A thick-skinned person doesn't need makeup at all. I don't think he needs my teaching anymore."

Ding Lan said honestly: "I just hope that makeup can make his face thinner. Why... Didn't my soul signal reach you?"

"..."

The makeup artist exchanged contact information with Wen Wen and left first. Ding Lan drove Wen Wen back home.

It was already late at night, and the orange street lights outside the window came oncoming one by one.The more you look at it, the more dazzling it is, which makes people tired.

But Ding Lan was full of energy because he had just seen the horror scene with gentle makeup, and even felt that he could fight till dawn!

Still wanting to say something, but seeing Wen Wen drowsy again, he turned on the radio, "Wen Wen, you will be a member of Fengyu from now on, pay more attention to your phone calls, you will inevitably miss some important information."

The radio program on the radio was babbling. Wen Wen was originally the anchor radio station. After listening to it, all the cells in his body recalled the tiredness of work, and made him even more tired.

But hearing Ding Lan's words, she felt that Ding Lan didn't explain something clearly, so she said, "...What's wrong with Sister Ding Lan, it's best to use a simple subject-verb-object sentence to say it. I like this kind of sentence The traditional structure not only highlights that the person who speaks is bold and straightforward, but also highlights the good relationship between the two during the communication."

"...You said so much because you didn't understand, right?" Ding Lan twitched.

Having been with Wen Wen for a long time, his face twitched too many times, and he might have Parkinson's syndrome.

"Yes! Ding Lan, you corrected it very quickly. What I'm talking about is this simple subject-predicate sentence pattern." Wen Wen didn't feel ashamed of the fact being exposed at all.

"..." Ding Lan wanted to smoke a cigarette to express his distress at this moment, "I just want to ask, today my mobile phone is out of battery, and I used Zhong Xuanyi's mobile phone to call you, why did you No answer?"

"...Zhong Xuanyi?" Wen Wen immediately became energetic when he heard the name, and said in surprise, "How could I not answer Zhong Xuanyi's call? Not answering Zhong Xuanyi's call is the same as not eating the Overlord's meal right in front of you." , IQ will become lower.”

"...At [-]:[-] tonight, I called you during off-duty time. Quickly check your phone and send you a special fan benefit, but you don't want it, and ignored the male god's call... ...Zhong Xuanyi thought you were off the fan, and he had a relaxed expression on his face."

"...Why did Zhong Xuanyi show a relaxed expression after I lost my fan?" Wen Wen felt that his heart was broken!

"Because there is a little fox who can't straighten out his jealousy, he doesn't like you thinking about Zhong Xuanyi every day, you understand." Ding Lan pointed.

"Oh, I didn't expect Zhong Xuanyi's girlfriend to love him so much."

"..." Ding Lan didn't know whether Wen Wen was pretending to be stupid or really stupid, so he turned his head to look, but saw Wen Wen turn on the phone with astonishment on his face.

"what happened?"

Wen Wen quickly put away his expression, relaxed his facial muscles, and shook his head: "It's nothing, I was just thinking, when did I delete Zhong Xuanyi's phone number by mistake, so that when Zhong Xuanyi called, what I saw was a strange Calling... Could it be that when I thought I was just entering the ranks of middle age, I had actually entered Alzheimer's in advance."

The number called at [-]:[-] on the mobile phone clearly shows "Xu Hanbai", which is the name I changed for the unknown caller just now.

Of course Wen Wen knew that he hadn't really entered Alzheimer's so early, and he wouldn't have figured it out in normal times, but now that he saw the name "Xu Hanbai", he was inspired.

If you spread your mind, you can still restore the truth of many things with the help of brain supplementation: Zhong Xuanyi's phone number was obviously deleted, and it was impossible for him to delete it, so it was naturally deleted by someone who had touched his phone.

After all, Wen Wen is someone who has read the complete works of Conan. He remembered that Xu Hanbai had "repaired" his mobile phone several times...so whoever deleted this number might be.

For the 30-year-old Twolegs, it is obviously unreasonable to infiltrate the ups and downs of love into every corner of life.Because being in love has become a fraction of the existence in life, and for Wen Wen, who is ready to practice Taoism and become an immortal, it is a tenth of the existence.

Unreasonable, really unreasonable.

But for the two-legged beast in his 20s, it is the time when he is young, affected by adrenaline, and he has his eyes on the prey. There are only two thoughts that often echo in his mind: "Catch him and fuck him", " Who is obstructing my mating, kill."

...Of course, Xu Hanbai's music cultivation and his own temperament have purified a lot of the dirt that is common to two-legged beasts, but this person is still a two-legged beast at a special stage inside, and he can't handle the vinegar jar He is also reluctant to part with honey pots, despises everything, and is slender about everything.

After all, not everyone can be as domineering and superior as Zhao Ritian and Long Aotian from the inside out.As long as girls post up, there is no need to wrong yourself to give up your self-esteem to court others.

Thinking of a talented musician who has millions of fans just after his debut, holding his broken phone with cold fingers playing the piano, gnashing his teeth to delete the phone number of his imaginary enemy...

"Childish!" Wen Wen cursed in a low voice.

When I got home, I was already very tired, Deng Zhu and Deng Yuan's two pigs were already snoring, Wen Wen took a casual bath and was about to fall asleep at the end.

However, the bad habit of looking at your phone before going to bed will definitely delay falling asleep.

"Trash! Are you here, are you here?" Brother "Scum", the leader of "Wen Wenhei", began to harass Wen Wen again in the middle of the night.

"..." Wen Wen almost thought that this person had recognized him, otherwise why did he harass "Wen Wen" so quickly and ruthlessly?

"What's the matter with you? If you harass me again, I'm going to turn black into a fan!" Wen Wen was angry.

"Look at this man." The "scumbag" seemed very anxious, and took a screenshot for Wen Wen.

That was the penguin profile of a person whose online name was: Endless Years in Destiny.

...It looks a little familiar, maybe I have seen this name in the group before.

"This is a big fish! Garbage, you are the sharpest speaker, or help me to make a fool of myself?" The scum over there sent a few pleading emojis.

The real big fish is here, why can't scum see my delicious big fish.

Wen Wen especially likes to chat with "scumbags", because he will feel a sense of accomplishment that his IQ crushes everything.

"...Is your investigation of 007 still unfinished?" It was a state of slow work and meticulous work.

The "scumbag" over there was obviously very excited and responded very quickly.Judging from the reply speed, this person was still squatting straight in front of the computer and typing on the keyboard, unlike Wen Wen who was lying on the bed holding the phone and pressing it slowly with one finger.

"What 007 is still being investigated! Guess who this is!"

who?Wen Wen immediately uttered three words: "Zhong Xuanyi!"

The scum over there took a long time to reply: "...Why did you guess it was Zhong Xuanyi? I can't sort out the logic."

Wen Wen began to post late-night chicken soup: "Didn't you ask me to guess? If you guess, why don't you guess something that makes you happy. Life is about being happy all the time!"

"...Then analyze it, who might it be?" You must carefully consider every word of "garbage", otherwise you will start playing word games at every turn.

Wen Wen refused to use his brain: "The analysis is too tiring, it's not suitable for a person like me who has worked hard all day for his family and future."

"Gentle!" The "scumbag" couldn't help it.

Wen Wen was startled when his name appeared on the phone screen, and sat up suddenly from the bed.

"This is probably Wen Wen, and even if he isn't, it has something to do with him!" The "scumbag" over there spoke plausibly.

"..." Wen Wen wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead, and let out a long breath.

Recently, I suddenly became a top person. Although I can still be happy every day by relying on my self-confidence, I really don't want the situation to continue to deteriorate.

...If someone finds out that Wen Wenhei's leader "garbage" is actually Wen Wen, what will journalists who are struggling to find topics write about... schizophrenia?Small belly and chicken intestines?Seriously?

Across the screen, the scum over there didn't notice Wen Wen's strangeness, and continued to post their own well-founded analysis: "We have checked this person's Weibo, and he is from the same city as Wen Wen, and he is not interested in the radio anchor. This industry seems to be quite familiar. I guess it is Wen Wen's trumpet, or his friend."

"...It may also be the opponent." Wen Wen replied as "garbage".

"Yeah, that's why we're going to check it out and see if we can attract it and use it if we can. Garbage, can you make a fool of yourself? My buddy can give you some rewards. Three or four hundred is no problem. If you think it's less, I'll give you another one or two hundred more. You can earn extra money by chatting for a few days, and you can buy some small flowers and gifts for the angel to please his wife, why don't you do it?" The scum over there gave a wretched smile.

...This "scumbag" is really willing to spend money.

Why are my fans and sunspots richer than me!