After saving Meiqiang, I became popular all over the world

The moment the clothes were torn apart, Qiao Zhihuan had an idea in her mind that Wendy would definitely cry when she found out.

In order to cooperate with the shooting of Stardiv, Wendy specially dug out her precious Stardiv early spring style for this shirt. Take good care of it.

Not to mention cherishing it now, it was directly torn.

Qiao Zhihuan hurriedly wanted to turn around, but Ye Cike held down her left shoulder.

The strength is more like "pressing" than "supporting", it is like the strength of his light hand to straighten the drawing board when the drawing board is crooked, and there is also a sentence of "don't move".

Qiao Zhihuan asked nervously, "What are you going to do?"

"I'll change your makeup for you."

The toolbox was spread out beside the two, and the paint brushes inside were neatly arranged. He was wondering, when a cold touch suddenly fell on his back, like an ice pick, piercing directly through his back.

Ye Cike's shadow was cast on the ground. He was holding up a paintbrush, using Qiao Zhihuan's shoulder as a canvas, swaying freely like a flowing cloud.

The soft paintbrush began to sweep in, from the butterfly bone to the spine, like the cold tip of the tongue of a small animal, softly and delicately licking away the color, and the frosty white back was instantly covered with large swathes of brilliant color.

Inspiration seemed to flow through the tip of his pen, and those bewitching flowers bloomed under his pen, crawling over Qiao Zhihuan's shoulder and reaching the collarbone.

Ye Cike switched to his front.

The drawing of the front pattern is suddenly much gentler.He holds the coloring board in one hand, and paints with the paintbrush in the other hand like a kiss. When he writes, his curly black hair on one side trembles slightly in front of his forehead, but his eyes are steady and focused.

It seemed that what he was staring at was not Qiao Zhihuan, but his passion and inspiration.

The chaotic and complicated strokes bloom on the pale chest, each stroke is full of passion and color, interlaced and collided, a coquettish and eye-catching picture, slowly fermenting and aging in a closed space like strong wine.

This process was so amazing and beautiful, Qiao Zhihuan was like watching a night-blooming epiphyllum. He only dared to guard the process of its birth and blooming, but did not dare to disturb its blooming at all.

After the chest part was drawn, Ye Cike suddenly held up his right hand.

Qiao Zhihuan's fingertips curled up naturally, and a jade lotus bloomed in Ye Cike's palm.

Ye Cike focused on it for a long time, and the brush hung in the air for a long time, but finally failed to make a stroke.

Ye Cike slowly put down his hand, his eyes moved up slowly, and looked at Qiao Zhihuan's face face to face.

He is carefully observing Qiao Zhihuan's nose bridge, eyebrows and eyes. Those eyes are like a sculptor looking at a perfect icon, a performer looking at an exquisite musical instrument, and a painter looking at an exquisite painting. It has nothing to do with any distracting thoughts and is the purest aesthetic. with admiring eyes.

He looked at Qiao Zhihuan with an aesthetic eye, and Qiao Zhihuan was also watching him.

Concentration, sincerity, unreserved dedication to art.

It wasn't Ye Cike who was painting, it was the gushing inspiration in his body that manipulated him, it was talent speaking through Orpheus.

Qiao Zhihuan looked at him, as if looking at the other side of a mirror, they were exactly the same, but completely different.

The paintbrush was filled with red, and it stopped on the right side of his face. Just as it was about to fall, the door of the lounge was suddenly pushed open, and the photographer shouted hysterically in French: "For God's sake, how long are you going to rest?" -"

Qiao Zhihuan turned her head, and the photographer's words choked back.

"Mondieu!"

The photographer stared at him and took a few steps forward, "Mondieu!! (My God!)"

Qiao Zhihuan's clothes were torn, and thorns and roses emerged from the gaps.

They punctured the flawless skin, took root in Qiao Zhihuan's flesh and blood, and grew luxuriantly, like flowers of sin and despair, glued together at the moment before they shattered.

Under the sharp contrast, Qiao Zhihuan is like the last inch of thin snow on the barren land, so beautiful that it is breathtaking.

The photographer hesitated and wanted to move forward, but Ye Cike raised his index finger on his lips to signal him to be quiet.The photographer stopped immediately, walked backwards, and gently closed the door.

Qiao Zhihuan asked, "Didn't you tell the photographer?"

"said."

Before writing, Ye Cike suddenly raised his eyes and looked Qiao Zhihuan squarely: "Do you still remember that we met a yacht at breakfast that day, didn't I have something to say after that?"

Qiao Zhihuan had a little impression: "Hmm."

"At that time, I wanted to say..."

Ye Cike suddenly wrote, and that stroke was like a slender vine, instantly wrapping around the thin blood on the side of his neck.

"My orientation is gay," he said.

Qiao Zhihuan returned to the venue and started shooting again.

Facing Qiao Zhihuan, who had changed her makeup, the serious and picky photographer turned into a passionate photographer, wishing to take 360-degree photos of Qiao Zhihuan.

After shooting a group, Qiao Zhihuan finally understood what Ye Cike said was the "problem" when he watched the photos from the sidelines and went straight to the preview.

Photography is different from stage make-up, which is eye-catching, dramatic and conflicting. Wendy’s make-up for him is beautiful, but too perfect and delicate, like a plump and pleasant peach, although sweet and tempting People, but nothing particularly attractive.

But when Ye Cike tore it up like this, it was as if he was parasitized by a strange flower.

The exaggerated and abstract flowers plunder him, occupy him, and infect him like a plague. Under such a strong contrast, he hardly needs to deliberately pose, and he has great tension with just a casual shot.

After that, the shooting process was extremely quiet, and many staff members pointed their mobile phones at him and took pictures non-stop, as if they were shooting a shocking exhibit.

The only unhappy person in the audience was Wendy.

The make-up is amazing, but the shirt is a bit useless.

Scrapped his shirt.

Fortunately, Stardiv's product announcement recognized that this was their new product in early spring this year, and immediately left a business card, saying that they would send a few super-seasonal new products as compensation.

Wendy took the business card, and her face changed from cloudy to sunny.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the photographer had already finished shooting the task for the day, but he was still unsatisfied, and he still wanted to take Qiao Zhihuan out to "follow the light".

Chasing light is a term in photography, which refers to the period of time when the sun is about to set and the sky is not completely dark. The light at twilight is soft and unpredictable, and a few unexpected "magic shots" can burst out from time to time.

There happened to be a large garden outside the studio, with thorn bushes, a large fountain, and half a Greek statue.The photographer took Qiao Zhihuan around to find a scene to shoot, while Ye Cike waited quietly on the sidelines.

Wendy, Qiao Zhihuan's makeup artist, took the initiative to come over and exchange business cards with him: "You are Mr. Ye Cike, aren't you? I'm Wendy, the makeup artist."

Ye Cike thought he came here for the torn shirt, so he hurriedly said, "I will pay for the shirt. It's not Qiao Zhihuan's fault."

Wendy bared a smile: "So good? I knew I would bring a few extra pieces, so you can tear them up."

After a few jokes, the atmosphere was much more relaxed, and Wendy finally explained her intentions seriously: "Actually, I have wanted to talk to you for a long time. I have read all of your "Zhou" and "Limbo"... I can't imagine that "Zhou" turned out to be The work you did when you were 19, and the idea of ​​Limbo, Shattered Limbo, I think is very unique."

He was talking about two dance plays written and directed by Ye Cike.

Dance dramas started late in China, and are still quite niche now. Both "Limbo" and "Zhou" are currently on overseas tours, and only slowly return to performances in China after winning awards.But even so, the two are also unpopular among the unpopular in China.

Wendy told him that in fact, he watched dance dramas mainly to learn makeup. For most dance dramas, dramas, and musicals, the scenery is the scenery, and the makeup is the makeup. The scenery is used to highlight the story environment, and the makeup is to highlight the characteristics of the characters.

"Limbo" is an unprecedented combination of scenery and makeup. All the characters in it are like the fragments of the world after deconstruction. The combination of these collapsed fragments is the reason for the broken world.

"Especially in the first scene, the protagonist has just entered Limbo, the first person he meets, the face suddenly pops up, decomposed into lines, color blocks and faces like abstract paintings, it is really horrifying and shocking, I was immediately shocked Entering the world of "Limbo". I really don't know who the makeup artist of "Limbo" is and how they come up with these ideas!"

Wendy asked: "Miss Ye, can you introduce me to the stage makeup of "Limbo"?"

Ye Cike lowered his head and smiled: "The makeup business card of "Limbo" is already in your pocket."

Wendy stared blankly for a few seconds before realizing: "You did the makeup!"

He looked at Qiao Zhihuan who was shooting, using bold colors and mature brushwork, and sighed: "No wonder! No wonder his makeup was changed so well by you! Hey, I'm still far behind."

"No. Your technique is quite good." Ye Cike said, "The difference in styling is not in technique, but in your and I's different views on Qiao Zhihuan."

Today, the moment he saw Qiao Zhihuan, he inexplicably remembered the dream he had a few days ago.

In the dream, he was still on the roof of the Haunted Manor, and Qiao Zhihuan was still standing on the top of the tree, but the tree was not as green as it was in memory, but turned into thorns, black thorns all over the sky.

Qiao Zhihuan stood on the top of the thorns, trying to trick him into falling into the thorns.He looked straight over, and then, like that day, stretched out his arm, hooked his neck, and whispered in his ear to bewitch.

What's different is that Ye Cike in the dream actually leaned over and kissed her.

At that moment, through this kiss, love, hatred, attachment, and desire quickly invaded Qiao Zhihuan's blood and bone marrow like poison, and countless thorny vines snaked out behind him, blooming large tracts of coquettish flowers.

He grabbed Qiao Zhihuan and kissed until the two of them fell into an abyss of thorn bushes and merged into the endless darkness.

The moment he tore open Qiao Zhihuan's skirt, he was only left with this dream.

"'Adam'! Come here!" The photographer waved to him, wanting to take a few photos of the two together before the sun went down.

"The last one!" The photographer's voice was hoarse, and he was still trying to say excitedly, "It needs to be more powerful, more aggressive, and more sparkly!"

By now, Qiao Zhihuan was obviously a little tired, his eyes were a little slack, and he smiled wryly when he heard the spark of power.

"It's the last one." He smiled apologetically at Ye Cike, "Don't listen to him, Teacher Ye can play freely."

Qiao Zhihuan sat in the old stone fountain, the clear spring water moistened the white shirt half through, and it stuck to the skin tightly, and the eye-catching flowers on the shoulders were also blurred by the mist.

An inch of light reflected on Qiao Zhihuan's lips.

According to other people's discussions, the one Qiao Zhihuan uses is called Limone Tao Xing.

Its color is indeed like a ripe peach and apricot, the peach-orange juice almost exploded, hanging heavily on the branches by the water in the summer breeze, ostentatiously waiting for someone to pick it.

At this moment, he realized that Qiao Zhihuan's makeup had one last flaw.

The photographer behind him was still commanding with a hoarse voice, trying to mobilize the emotions of the two of them, while the rest of the staff held up their mobile phones, and the only sound left in the whole filming field was the sound of the spring water in the fountain.

Ye Cike lowered his eyes, gently pinched his chin with his fingertips dyed with bright pigment, and lowered his head gently to the plump and juicy peaches and apricots.