Ginger Flower

Jiang Hua is sitting behind the camera. The scene is a temporary girl's boudoir with an antique dressing table. The fragrance of heavy wood mixed with the smell of powder is refreshing.The bronze mirror reflected a little girl about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Na Wu is an old drama player, even a pure and clean girl can act like a model.

The photographer held a huge camera and walked outside the boudoir, as if looking at the boudoir from another person's perspective.

Jiang Hua sighed, stood up and put on her vintage coat, holding the company's products, a contouring foundation in a paulownia box.

Walking behind the photographer, he handed the paulownia box to Na Wu. Na Wu raised her head and saw Jiang Hua was surprised for a moment, but after the surprise, it turned out to be a young girl's innocent smile who secretly met her lover.After taking the paulownia box, he stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Hua's index finger, grateful, but shy for not holding it all.

Jiang Hua's hands are skinny, but they always have a vigor, like a loose hand.Fortunately, the skin on the hands is still fair, and the ten fingers are slender and white, which can cover the shortcoming of being thin.

Na Wu gradually let go of Jiang Hua's hand.Jiang Hua also withdrew his hand in a timely manner, immediately took off his ancient costume, and rushed back to the camera to see the real-time picture just captured.

Na Wu's face has a girl's unique squeamishness. After applying the powder on her face, her pink and pure face stands out.

Na Wu combed her hair, as if thinking of something, she hid the powder box in her water sleeve, and walked back and forth around the photographer, who also took a close-up close-up of Na Wu's innocent and lovely face from the first perspective.

"Card."

When Jiang Hua shouted, Na Wu immediately put away her smile, but when she looked at Jiang Hua, the other party gave a thumbs up with a smile.

"One-off."

Na Wu's eyes widened in surprise. Even though she has been acting for so long, she often encounters the director who is so stupid and asks to repeat the scene again and again. She is also worried that Jiang Hua will remember what happened last time and make herself repeat it on purpose. I didn't expect Jiang Hua to really talk about one thing.

After filming this scene, Jiang Hua hurriedly directed Master Lu to arrange the background of the next scene, while he continued to talk about the scene with Na Wu, although he was not the real director.However, Jiang Hua's unique insights in some aspects gave Na Wu a lot of deeper understanding.

The idle people in the marketing department also helped to arrange the props. Seeing that Jiang Hua had almost finished speaking, she asked Na Wu to change her clothes.Stretching himself, he leisurely smoked a cigarette.

Cong Shen has been really unlucky recently. The person who picked him up to the company left first. As a result, he searched the entire suburb and found no hotel, so he had to deal with it all night on a park seat. It is conceivable that Cong Shen had a nosebleed when he woke up, and his white shirt was stained with blood, not to mention how embarrassing he was.

Even if he signed an order, he could not escape the fact that his performance was at the bottom, and Cong Shen was fired as he expected.

Well, I thought I could make a personal appearance.Who knew, he didn't even have a job.

Cong Shen reluctantly packed his things out of the company, turned around and left, and smashed the cup of the tea room owner when he left.

Don't say that you have no quality, brother just has no quality.

Cong Shen was looking for a rental house everywhere, but it was raining overnight, and before he could find a place to live, the downpour began.

White-collar workers, students, migrant workers, and people from different social classes huddled in one place to hide from the rain, and Cong Shen hid in the innermost place, so he didn't worry about being drenched.

But his eyes were attracted by a person at the head of the bridge, who seemed to be a woman.I was pushing a wooden cart to the bridge. It must have been raining heavily. The bridge surface was too slippery. The woman had no strength to push it. The muscles in her arms were trembling, and the rain mixed with sweat dripped down her face.

Seeing that no one was going to help, Cong Shen didn't bother to move, but seeing the woman's persistence, he thought of Jiang Hua, the man who could always solve anything and never admit defeat.

Sighing, Cong Shen ran to the bridge in the rain, and helped the woman push the wooden cart.

The cart was heavy and covered with cheap plastic. Cong Shen tried his best to push the wooden cart onto the bridge, then slowed down and got off the bridge. By this time, the rain had lightened a lot.

The woman wiped the rain off her face, and didn't bother to take shelter from the rain. She thanked Cong Shen and said, "Thank you, what's your name?"

Cong Shen lifted up his tie, wiped the rain off his face and said, "Cong Shen, deep in the jungle."

The woman smiled and said: "My name is Cui Ying, your clothes are all soaked, my shop is right in front, go and dry them."

Cong Shen agreed and continued to help Cui Ying push the wooden cart.

The author has something to say: A lot of things happened today and I finally made it to 37:[-] to change today's schedule!

Great applause for myself (????ω????)

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