After falling into the shadow's trap

"I'm good!" Ning Jiajia sat beside her, happily showing off her communication skills.

"Yeah," Lan Xingyue nodded, "better than me."

Xi Heng keenly sensed that there was something in Lan Xingyue's words, and thought that he had just rejected her invitation not long ago, but appeared here with Ning Jiajia in the blink of an eye.

Lan Xingyue, she, isn't she? As for being angry with me because of this?

Xi Heng pursed his lips and glanced secretly, and found that although the other party had been chatting with Ning Jiajia for a long time, his gaze was still on her.Looking at each other, she felt guilty for a while, blinking her eyes and showing an awkward but not impolite smile.

Lan Xingyue glanced at her, then quickly looked away without saying a word.

Bad, no? Really mad?

Xi Heng drooped his head, dragged the chair forward, and took the initiative to move over there.

"What's wrong." Lan Xingyue remained motionless on the spot, letting her approach her.

"I didn't? I rejected you on purpose and accepted her invitation..." Xi Heng hastened to express his attitude first, for fear that Lan Xingyue would have an unnecessary misunderstanding.

Lan Xingyue gave a low "hmm", raised her chin slightly and nodded towards the distance, and asked Ning Jiajia: "Jiajia, do you want to fix your makeup first? Then I can just go there later? , will be faster."

Ning Jiajia put down her phone and glanced over there. It happened that her makeup artist was cleaning up the table, and immediately rushed to the dressing table with interest, so that the two of them had a chance to talk alone.

"Okay, let's talk." Lan Xingyue sat down beside her, took the script on the table, and spread it out in her hands.

"..."

Now that there are only the two of them left, Xi Heng doesn't know? What should I say? Don't my fingers stop on the armrest of the chair and slide back and forth?

She doesn't have much experience in interpersonal communication, doesn't she? Understand why the other party clearly wants to listen to her, but still holding a script?

So serious, don't? How dare people make a noise to disturb.

Xi Heng slandered silently, without saying a word.

"Is it gone?" Lan Xingyue said abruptly.

"What?" Xi Heng's fingers stopped on the armrest, and he reacted blankly for a while, "Ah, I thought you didn't? I want to hear it..."

Seeing Lan Xingyue looking over, she went on to say, "I met Ning Jiajia outside the main building when I was about to leave. She said she was lost, so I brought her here..."

Speaking of this, Xi Heng quietly observed for a while, and found that Lan Xingyue's expression was still calm, so she continued with confidence: "When we got downstairs, I was about to leave, but she pulled me? No? Let me go. Then Director Chen I came here, I thought I was a group performer, so I brought...I came up... I was supposed to go to the Children's Paradise to find inspiration, this was really an accident, I didn't lie to you."

Talking? Talking?, she felt that she was too wronged, even if the plan was disrupted, Lan Xingyue still ignored her.

He was obviously taking the initiative to explain, why his face was full of anger again.Lan Xingyue patted her on the head comfortingly, feeling very helpless.

She didn't intend to blame Xi Heng at first, but found that Xi Heng seemed to feel particularly guilty about her reaction, and had some bad thoughts on the spur of the moment.

"Mr. Lan, is your makeup okay?" A staff member came over and squatted down to look carefully at Lan Xingyue's face, nodded in satisfaction, and used the powder puff in his hand to touch her up casually.

Xi Heng looked around, the tables in the front row were piled up with all kinds of cosmetics marked in foreign languages, and some of them had never seen the brands before.

In the aisle next to it stands a floor-to-ceiling clothes hanger, with layers of clothes hanging on the horizontal bar.Xi Heng poked his head and looked over there. The colorful short sleeves and skirts looked like a stall underneath, and the shoes were spread all over the floor. They looked like costumes for group performances.

Everyone in the classroom has their own things to do, and the staff come and go, talking? No Xi Heng? Vocabulary that I don’t understand well, making noise.

She felt as if she was an accidental intruder, unknowingly entering a world she had never touched before, and her heart was full of strange and empty feelings.

Here, the only thing that makes her feel familiar is...

Xi Heng turned his head to look at the people around him. Lan Xingyue was leaning on the back of the chair, reading the script silently with her head bowed. Her long, glossy black hair was pinned loosely behind her head with hair clips, only a few strands Fragmented hair falls to the ear.

A hard wooden chair that was not? not? comfortable to sit on made her feel as relaxed and comfortable as lying on a soft sofa.

Staring intently at the ends of the other party's hair, Xi Heng remembered the post on the forum discussing the role of Lan Xingyue's new movie.Judging from the outline of the story, there is a high probability that this is a rebellious college student.

Thinking of the outfits she saw in the square of the main building, Xi Heng felt a little worried: rebellious girls...would they like to dye their hair?

Although she is not a fan of black hair, Lan Xingyue's hair doesn't? Know? Is it natural? Or it is well-raised, thick and smooth, just like a princess in a fairy tale.

If such hair should be dyed another color, Xi Heng would feel it a pity just thinking about it.

"What are you thinking?" Lan Xingyue casually flipped through a few pages of the script, and realized that Xi Heng was watching her for a longer time than the previous record.Just think about it, you know? She must be in a trance again.

Xi Heng had already conceived in his mind what would happen if Lan Xingyue's hair was changed to another color, just like the process of painting a painting, from red to blue, everything?

Is it cold? When Ding heard the Lord's question, she subconsciously said, "I was thinking about how you dyed your hair."

Lan Xingyue stopped turning the page, and raised her eyebrows in doubt: "How did you think of this?"

"Aren't you? Are you acting as a rebellious girl?" Xi Heng whispered, "I was just thinking, would you? Would you like to dye your hair..."

"There can't be too exaggerated hair color in the movie," Lan Xingyue laughed, "But I really consider dyeing it a not so bright flaxen color, or brown."

"So it's really going to be dyed..." Xi Heng had regrets in his eyes.

"Does the role need it?" Seeing that she really likes her black hair, Lan Xingyue thought about it, loosened the clip to let the hair hang down, "Would you like to play for a while before you dye it?"

"!" Xi Heng impatiently stretched out his hand to touch the waterfall-like black hair in front of him.

The touch feels soft and smooth, and the luster is as bright as satin. When the hair passes through the fingers, you can feel the unique tenacity without any resistance.

Lan Xingyue allowed her to make a mess at the ends of her hair, and even pulled off the rubber band hanging from her wrist? Passed it to Xi Heng to let her braid her hair for fun.

So, when the other crew members were busy, in a corner of the classroom, Xi Heng carefully styled out a section of jet-black hair, and enthusiastically began to weave twists.

She also doesn't know other more advanced hair braiding techniques, but fortunately Lan Xingyue doesn't mind.

It's just that the two of them didn't settle down for a long time, and Director Chen came in with a loud voice: "Xiao Wang, you lead the group performers to get some clothes, and then put on makeup for them."

Hearing that he was arranging a group performance, Xi Heng turned his back nervously and asked Lan Xingyue: "Is your director? Is it Zhou Cheng? Who is this?"

"Zhou Cheng is the chief director. In the next classroom, this is Director Chen who is in charge of casting." Lan Xingyue held her hand? She brought the belt to her side to help her avoid the director's sight.

"Xingyue, you can go next door with Jiajia later." Director Chen glanced at Lan Xingyue in the corner, reminded him casually, and saw Xi Heng next to him, frowned: "Who is that next to you?"

Seeing that Xi Heng can't hide? Go over and raise his head in embarrassment: "Chen, Director Chen..."

"Oh you," he nodded, then turned to call for someone, "Xiao Wang, come here, take her to get clothes, this is also a group performance."

Director Chen hurried out after speaking, not even giving Xi Heng a chance to stop him to explain.

A staff member called "Xiao Wang" came over, called "Teacher Lan", and was about to take Xi Heng away.

"Wait, I'm not? It's..." Xi Heng was extremely embarrassed, and looked at Lan Xingyue for help.

"Xiao Wang, didn't she? She went with you." Lan Xingyue sighed, and smoothed the section of hair that Xi Heng had braided into a twist behind her ear.

Xiao Wang was a little embarrassed: "Teacher Lan, but Director Chen said that she is..."

"Isn't she? She's here to be a group performer," Lan Xingyue looked calmly, and glanced at Xi Heng, "She's here to visit the set."

Xiao Wang suddenly realized: "Teacher Lan, is she your fan? How lucky to be here? See you."

"I'm lucky," Lan Xingyue smiled, "I'm her fan."

Xi Heng opened his eyes wide.

Lan Xingyue added: "It's still an unnamed fan who was rejected."