The happy daily life of routine sea king

Good guy, now he knows that Ling Yugui is the boss again.

Ling Yugui resisted the urge to give him a blank stare, and asked, "Does she have any requirements for the way of publicity?"

"No, it's up to us to decide."

That's right, Ling Yugui's mind immediately perked up as he didn't have any money to ask for.

That being the case, let's shoot a few videos of ancient costumes and the like, which can be regarded as shooting something new, without spending money on renting clothes.

In case it really becomes popular, the money earned is not comparable to that of a body milk advertisement.

Thinking that there is nothing to lose anyway, Ling Yugui decided to accept this cooperation.

In order not to make Xi Yi too complacent, he said with a sullen face, reluctantly: "Forget it, there is no other cooperation right now, let's try it next."

Qian Xiaoqiao was very generous and directly promised him a 40.00% commission. According to the price of the clothes, the commission for selling a few pieces is already quite impressive.

Ling Yugui didn't have the ability to distinguish good clothes from bad designs. He only thought that Hanfu was similar. They looked immortal, but they were too cumbersome to wear.

Judging from the samples sent, the quality is really good, with high-grade materials and fine workmanship.

It is said that the patterns on the clothes are all embroidered stitch by stitch by master craftsmen. The stitches are uniform, the three-dimensional sense is strong, and there is no rough feeling to the touch.

However, if you want to spend a few thousand yuan to buy a set of clothes that you don't have many opportunities to wear, Ling Yugui said that no matter how good the quality is, he would be grateful.

The first obstacle to changing to an ancient style video is the issue of makeup.

Ling Yugui usually puts more special effects on the video filters, mainly emphasizing the sense of atmosphere.

You only need to tidy up your hair, shave your eyebrows and beard, and almost no makeup is needed. Even the clothes are matched daily, and the effect is supported by the figures of the two.

Switching to a video promoting Hanfu, Qian Xiaoqiao is very confident in her design, and asked to take pictures of the details of the clothes clearly without adding too heavy a filter, and also needs to use a high-definition camera.

So proper makeup is essential.

Looking at the pile of cosmetics, Ling Yugui propped his chin thoughtfully: "Should I hire a makeup artist..."

Xi Yi picked up an eyebrow pencil: "How much is it for a makeup artist?"

"several hundred?"

Xi Yi scrutinized his eyebrow pencil and smiled at Ling Yugui: "Why don't you give me an extra two hundred salary."

"Have you ever learned to do makeup before?"

"I don't remember, it should be similar to painting."

"……Ah."

Sure enough, you can't expect too much from a person who seems to have a sick brain.

But if you can save, you can save. It is impossible for them to hire a makeup artist once for a video.

With the idea that it would be good to practice, Ling Yugui sat obediently on the chair, ready to be a guinea pig for the staff.

Ling Yugui wore a headband and let Xi Yi play with it on his face.

Since Xi Yi stood in front of him, he couldn't see the mirror on the table most of the time, he could only see Xi Yi approaching him with various makeup tools.

In addition, he also has a function - to act as a mobile phone stand, Xi Yi, an unreliable guy, has to look for videos to see how to use various makeup tools from time to time.

Ling Yugui doubted that he would turn him into a disfigured face.

But seeing his serious expression, Ling Yugui felt that his stiff neck could last for a while.

Makeup primer, concealer, foundation...

Just hearing these names made Ling Yugui feel dizzy.

Xi Yi's makeup technique is not very skilled, but her strength is very moderate. Ling Yugui felt a wonderful sense of comfort when she flicked the soft makeup sponge on her face.

About ten minutes later, Xi straightened up, "The base makeup is almost done, do you want to take a look?"

For this person who just couldn't tell the difference between the concealer brush and the foundation brush, Ling Yugui didn't look forward to it very much: "Let's see after finishing everything."

"Okay, so the eyebrows are next."

Xiyi picked up the eyebrow pencil again, and gently pressed it on his temple with a cotton pad.

The eyebrow pencil strokes lightly, as if a painter is sculpting meticulously on the canvas.

Ling Yugui looked up and could see Xi Yi's flawless face. The pores could not be seen at such a close distance, and the foundation would probably save a lot.

In the eyes of the other party who are always careless, at this time, you can vaguely see your own reflection.

Perfectly performed the scene of "all eyes are on you".

Ling Yugui's eyelids twitched, and a line of poetry popped out of his mind endlessly: "Thrush eyebrows come in different shades of time."

He immediately felt that something was wrong. It seemed to be a poem about newlyweds.

Ling Yugui tried to forget it, but couldn't help but think of how romantic it was for a man to paint a woman's eyebrows in ancient times.

But now is to be a guinea pig for others to practice, not a romantic moment!

Reason stopped his inappropriate association in time, but the body's instinctive reaction was not convinced.

His face seemed to be infected by the temperature of the opponent's fingers, and he felt a little hot, and his heartbeat and breathing also showed signs of speeding up.

His eyes were unconsciously focused on Yuichi's cherry-colored lips.

Ling Yugui recalled the photos he took the day he was drunk, and there was one thing he hadn't told anyone.

Not long after that day, he dreamed of Xiyi.

In the dream, the two were in the same pose as in the photo, except that their lips were tightly pressed together, and he was tightly encircled by the man's arms, almost melting into each other's arms.

This feeling was terribly real. When he woke up the next day, Ling Yugui's lips seemed to still be warm, which made him afraid to face Xi Yi all day long.

The deliberately forgotten memory was awakened again at this moment, and Ling Yugui closed his eyes in embarrassment.

"Your face is so red," Xi Yi stopped suddenly, "Is it because of allergies?"

"No, no."

Xi Yi was silent for a while, then suddenly said in a low voice, "I'm not allergic, could it be that I'm shy?"

When he was speaking, he still kept his thrush posture. At such a close distance, Ling Yugui didn't miss his provocative tone.

A gentle voice that is not annoying.

It is absolutely impossible for him to admit that he was almost obsessed with the appearance and voice of a man: "Shy sister, the weather is so hot, can you hurry up!"

Thankfully, even though it is early autumn, the temperature is still quite high, which can barely explain the blush on his face.

"It will be fine right away. You don't need much modification on your facial features, and it will be very fast after applying the base makeup."

Hearing Xi Yi's intentional or unintentional praise, Ling Yugui felt a little complacent again, and could hardly hold back the smile on his lips.