Chapter 70 What is it?

   "What a match."

  Jiang Nian hid behind the wall, poked his head out, and looked at the backs of Tang Zhixi and Ye Hanzhi standing outside from a distance.

  Seeing Ye Hanzhi take off his windbreaker and put it on Tang Zhixi, Jiang Nian clenched his fists and knocked on the wall excitedly.

   "Well, it's a good match."

  A voice suddenly appeared from behind, making Jiang Nian tremble in fright. She quickly covered her mouth and glanced behind her.

   Only then did he realize that there were four people standing behind him. He Yuzhe, Lu Shang, director, director assistant.

   "He, He Shao, the director."

   "I'm quite courageous, and dare to peep." He Yuzhe said, and also peeked out, "Mmm, she's a beautiful woman."

   "I, I'll just take a look."

  He Yuzhe looked at her swollen half of her face pitifully, and didn't tease her anymore.

  Seeing that He Yuzhe stopped talking, the director said, "Nian Nian, go and ask that makeup artist, is it okay? The outside stage is set up, this one doesn't have makeup, the next scene can't be filmed."

   "I, shall I ask?" Jiang Nian looked at He Yuzhe, then at Lu Shang, and finally at the director.

   Then saw the three of them nodding together. Seeing them nodding, the assistant nodded belatedly.

   "I, I, I" she wanted to say she didn't dare. That third master is so scary, she is afraid that she will interrupt their time together now.

   "Don't worry, you belong to Miss Tang, that man dare not do anything to you." He Yuzhe said.

   "Yes, is it?"

   "Yes, let's go."

  The corner of Jiang Nian's mouth twitched. Why did these four words sound like: Go! die!

   Even more scared.

   She was terrified, and moved over carefully.

   As a result, halfway through the road, Tang Zhixi and Ye Hanzhi turned around and looked over when they heard the voice.

  Jiang Nian was taken aback, and immediately stood up straight.

   "What's wrong?" Tang Zhixi asked.

   "Xi, sister Xi." Jiang Nian said, "The director said, the stage is set up, your makeup"

  Tang Zhixi frowned lightly. She didn't want to use that makeup artist anymore, but whoever can do makeup can't let the whole crew follow suit for a day.

   "Taiwan? A theater?" Ye Hanzhi asked, looking behind the wall.

  He saw three heads retracted in time, and one retracted a beat later. I didn't see the face, but looking at the long and messy hair, it must be the director's.

"Yes." Hearing Ye Hanzhi's question, Jiang Nian said mechanically, as if he had turned into a voice machine, "That makeup artist is here to do opera makeup. But after he came, he made all kinds of criticisms." Embarrassment, now."

  Ye Hanzhi looked at Tang Zhixi, saw her pursed her lips and said with a smile, "Sister Xi, are you worried?"

  Tang Zhixi raised her eyes to look at him, her gaze was cold.

   "Don't worry, I'm here." He smiled and said, "I'll do it for you, professionally. You can do everything from makeup, patches to clothing."

  Jiang Nian widened his eyes and looked at Ye Hanzhi in surprise. Is she hallucinating? What did she hear?

  A moment of astonishment flashed across Tang Zhixi's eyes, but soon that look of surprise turned into a smile: "Then I will trouble the third master."

   "Willing to oblige."

  In dressing room No. 1, there are only Ye Hanzhi and Tang Zhixi in it.

  Jiang Nian wanted to go in to help, but was blocked by He Yuzhe.

  The director was very worried. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the nobleman was not a person who knew how to make up. If you wait for half a day and can't make another shot, wouldn't it be a waste of money to play: "He Shao, your friend, he, can he?"

  He Yuzhe raised his hand to hook his shoulder, but when he saw his disheveled hair, he put down his hand again and patted his shoulder: "Do you know who is that inside?"

   "I, can I know?" The director asked anxiously.

   I don't know if it was a coincidence intentionally or unintentionally. In front of this director, no one has ever called him "Third Master" or "Han Zhi". Even if Ye Hanzhi was on the set for five or six days.

  So he never knew who this noble young master was, not even his surname. He didn't dare to inquire, fearing that something might happen.

   "His surname is Ye."

  The director's legs gave way, and he quickly leaned against the wall, still in shock. He knew that your son must be expensive, but he didn't expect it to be so expensive. No wonder even the one in front of him respects him.

   It’s okay, it’s okay, he has always been serious about filming, he is careful, and he didn’t do anything to upset the newcomers, otherwise he might have been queuing up in the underworld to drink Mengpo soup by now.

   "Yes, is it Mr. Ye, or, is it Mr. Ye?"

  He Yuzhe helped him up and said, "Boss Lin is his mother."

  The director almost recited it in one breath: "Three, third master."

   "The play garden is too big." He Yuzhe patted his back and gave him a sigh of relief, "Don't worry, I'm absolutely professional. You can go filming first."

  In the dressing room, Tang Zhixi opened her eyes and saw her face with primer and oil paint in the mirror, the corners of her mouth twitched involuntarily.

  She felt like a zombie, she was ugly, so she closed her eyes very simply, and urged: "Hurry up."

   "Okay." Ye Hanzhi responded, and then began to pat red, the red oil paint smudged from the end of the eyes, like a crabapple blooming little by little.

   "Third Master, my face is real, you can use a little force." Tang Zhixi said suddenly.

   "I know it's all true." Ye Hanzhi responded with a smile, but the movements of his hands were still very light.

  Make-up is a very long process. Tang Zhixi was a little sleepy. She was afraid that she would fall asleep, so she randomly picked up a topic: "Has the third master ever transformed himself?"

"No." Ye Hanzhi said, "After my mother gave up the idea of ​​letting me learn opera, she saw that I was idle and upset all day, so she got me backstage. But I only did it for her, and no one else did." People dare to make me transform. Open your eyes and let me see."

  Tang Zhixi opened her eyes, Ye Hanzhi pressed her fingers on her temples, raised the end of her eyes, and looked.

  Actually, the end of Tang Zhixi’s eyes is a bit raised, so it’s easier to draw eyes: “Close your eyes and I’ll transform the other one.”

  Tang Zhixi closed her eyes, and Ye Hanzhi raised the corners of his mouth when he saw that she was so obedient.

  After the eyes are done, the only makeup left on the face is the eyebrows and lips.

  Ye Hanzhi bent over, gently lifted her chin with the tip of one finger, and drew her eyebrows with the other, with a serious look on his face.

  Tang Zhixi closed her eyes at first, but after a while, for some unknown reason, she opened them.

  Ye Hanzhi's face was so close that she could clearly see the eyelashes one by one, which were thick and long, and a little curled up.

  Tang Zhixi stared at his eyelashes in a daze, she didn't even notice that the eyelashes trembled a few times.

  Ye Hanzhi pursed his lips, seemingly enduring it, and then shifted his gaze from her eyebrows to her eyes. The voice was a bit forbearing and said: "Zhi Xi."

  This time, Tang Zhixi's eyelashes trembled a little, and she looked into his eyes: "Huh?"

Ye Hanzhi looked at her eyes that were not afraid to look at him, and after a while, he sighed softly, and said with a helpless smile: "Zhixi, if you stare at me again, I might not be able to help but do something. Not a particularly good thing.”

  Tang Zhixi still looked at him, and a slight smile gradually appeared in his eyes. Then he raised his eyebrows and teased him, "What's the matter?"

  This provocative tone.

  Ye Hanzhi gritted his teeth, but Tang Zhixi seemed to know that Ye Hanzhi couldn't do anything to her, and he was even more amusing: "What is it?"

  Ye Hanzhi's index finger kept lifting her chin, never letting go. Seeing her like this, he narrowed his eyes and suddenly moved closer. He put his thumb on the corner of her lips and kissed her.

hey-hey

  

  

  (end of this chapter)