After becoming a male god's makeup artist [Entertainment]

For Lin Jian, most of the past between them is sweet, but he also knows that these memories are a bit difficult for Wen Chuhan.

Seeing the pained look on his face, Wen Chuhan began to regret his indiscriminate words, he pretended to be relaxed and said with a smile: "I'm not sad yet, why are you sad."

Lin Jian seemed to have thousands of words stuck in his throat, at this moment he just wanted to expose his heart to Wen Chuhan, and wanted to express his heart clearly.

It took him a lot of effort to muster up his courage, and he raised his head with difficulty, his eye circles were already red, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: "I'm sorry, actually I..."

"Is Xiaohan alright? We're urging him to play!" Wu Xuan had just finished chatting with other artists' managers, and came to the waiting room to urge him.

The forest was suddenly interrupted, and the courage that had been summoned just now, like a balloon that had been pricked by a needle, died down in an instant.

He quickly realizes that this is not a good place, nor is it the best time.But he almost lost control just now.

Wen Chuhan listened carefully, and was caught off guard by Wu Xuan's interruption, and he gasped.Seeing that Lin Jian didn't seem to want to continue talking, Wen Chuhan vaguely realized that he seemed to be messed up by Wu Xuan.

"Tell me when it's over." Wen Chuhan raised his hand to touch his face, but when he raised it in the air, he retracted it dejectedly, and smiled at him, "Wait for me obediently."

Lin Jian looked away from him and nodded in confusion.

After Wen Chuhan left, Wu Xuan didn't know where to go to talk with others, Lin Jian was the only one left in the lounge.He came back from the public restroom after washing his face, and sat on a chair in a daze.

Probably because his mood fluctuated too violently just now, he felt a faint pain in his stomach right now.

The profession of make-up artist is too traumatic, working with head down for a long time, and having no time to eat and drink after starting work, many make-up artists have occupational diseases at a young age.

In the first few years when Lin Jian started working, he was a famous hard-working Saburo. First, to make money, and second, to accumulate reputation. He often worked day and night, one after another, without rest for five or six hours.In his twenties, he didn't feel anything. After he turned 24, he could obviously feel that his body was not as good as before. The cervical spine would hurt every once in a while, and he didn't eat or drink for a long time, and stomach problems became commonplace.

In the past two years, he has been paying special attention to his body, and finally healed better. When Wen Chuhan met, Lin Jian could only accept it.

He hurriedly rummaged through the carry-on bag that Wu Xuan brought over, found a few packets of biscuits inside, and stuffed his stomach first.

The media meeting in the afternoon lasted until six o'clock, and the artists had an hour's rest time, but basically no one really took a rest at this time, and they all went back to the dressing room and immediately prepared the styling and makeup for the evening show.

Wu Xuan picked up Wen Chuhan at the entrance of the venue. When the two came back, Lin Jian was huddled in a chair and looking at his phone. Wu Xuan called him, "It's time to touch up the makeup!"

Lin Jian jumped down from the chair, gave Wen Chuhan a seat, and hurriedly set to work.

"Xiao Lin, why don't you make do with us tonight?" Wu Xuan said while handing Wen Chuhan a thermos.

Lin Jian froze for a moment, but didn't react.

"It must be very late today, and it's quite far from the new area, so don't bother the driver to take it twice." Wu Xuan explained, "Anyway, you and Xiaohan are classmates, so it doesn't matter if you stay with him for one night. "

Wen Chuhan took a sip of warm water, put down the thermos and looked up at the forest.

Lin Jian had no objection, but was looking forward to it.He wanted to know if Wen Chuhan didn't mind, so he took the initiative to ask, "Is it okay?"

"Okay." Wen Chuhan handed him the thermos, "Have a drink."

Lin Jian was about to remove his make-up, and took things with his left and right hands. Hearing this, he shook his head and whispered, "I won't drink anymore."

Wen Chuhan saw that his lips were dry, so he didn't say anything, just took the makeup remover towel from his right hand, handed the thermos cup to him, and said, "I'll do it myself."

Lin Jian had no choice but to take it, and when Wen Chuhan didn't look at him, he quietly turned the cup around with ulterior motives, and printed his lips on the place where he drank.

He seldom did bad things, or he never played tricks in front of Wen Chuhan.The first time I did this, I was so guilty that I quickly screwed back the quilt cover and put it on the table after taking a few sips.

Wu Xuan watched everything on the sidelines, he didn't notice Lin Jian's little movements, his mind was all on Wen Chuhan.The more he looked at it, the more he felt that he was still a high school classmate. In the past, regardless of whether he was a male or a female makeup artist, who could have the blessing of Lin Jian, who was not picky when Wen Chuhan asked him warmly.

After all, he picked it himself, and Wen Chuhan was very satisfied.Wu Xuan thought to himself, in the future, he must find an opportunity to have a good chat with Lin Jian, and try to make Lin Jian a breakthrough point for Wen Chuhan in the future.

The staff brought over the costumes for the evening show, and here Lin Jian calmly re-finished the makeup, and the hairstyle basically remained the same.The evening costumes were even more exaggerated. The black suit on the upper body alone was eye-catching. The fringe fringe on the chest was hand-drawn from pure gold thread, and the fabric was inlaid with many colorful pearls. Know it's worth a fortune.

As soon as Wen Chuhan changed into his clothes, Wu Xuan took a picture of him with his mobile phone, and asked him to put on a better expression by the way: "Today, you can post a business blog and create a hard-working personality."

"He works so hard, does he still need to deliberately build it?" Lin Jian asked behind him.

"He doesn't need it, but fans need to know." Wu Xuan took a few more shots from different angles, and said, "The hard work behind the scenes is not called hard work in the eyes of fans, they only believe what they see with their eyes."

Hearing his words, Wen Chuhan put on a helpless expression, and refuted him: "Grade results are the best proof, and all the bitterness behind the scenes is put on the stage.

Lin Jian suddenly looked at Wen Chuhan, his heart sank.

He was right, selling miserables was too despicable, not only Wen Chuhan looked down on him, but even Lin Jian looked down on himself who had such thoughts a few hours ago.

At this moment, Lin Jian thanked Wu Xuan from the bottom of his heart for interrupting him in the afternoon, otherwise...

He will only make Wen Chuhan dislike him even more.

At seven o'clock, the event started on time.After Wen Chuhan entered the stage, Wu Xuan happened to meet the producer of "Listening to the Wind" backstage, and the two chatted together for a while.When it was almost eight o'clock, Wu Xuan went back to the lounge to take a look, and found that Lin Jian was lying on the dressing table to catch up on sleep.

Although the dressing table is large, it is full of all kinds of cosmetics. He only occupies a small space where he is lying on his stomach, which looks very bitter.

Wu Xuan couldn't bear to disturb him, so he brought him a thin blanket from the lounge next door, and gently put it on his body.

Although it has already entered spring, the temperature at night is still very low at this moment, and it is easy to catch cold when sleeping like this.

After Lin Jian went out from Wen Chuhan, the feeling of churning in his stomach reappeared. He was familiar with his physical condition and knew that this was another stomach problem.But the guild hall has been completely sealed off, no one else can go out and no one else can come in, even if you want to order a meal, you can only wait for the event to end.

He originally thought that it would be over after a while, so he fell asleep on the dressing table in a daze. Who knew that in the middle of the sleep, the hunger accompanied by pain woke him up abruptly, and he opened his eyes with difficulty. Raising his hand, the blanket wrapped around his body fell down.

The light of the vanity mirror was very dazzling, Lin Jian stretched out his hand to block it for a while before he got used to it, and bent down to pick up the blanket on the ground.His empty stomach ached as if someone had squeezed him hard, Lin Jian broke out in cold sweat, and raised his hand to light up the phone screen to check the time.

It's only ten o'clock.

Wu Xuan didn't know where he was, he was the only one in the empty lounge.When people are weak, they are always extraordinarily vulnerable, and it is easy to doubt themselves.At this moment, Lin Jian only felt that he was a trouble, and when everyone was busy, he was the only one who had problems.

He never likes to bother others, and he will bear it if he can. This stomach problem is not the first time. Lin Jian didn't take it seriously. He found the thermos in Wu Xuan's bag, drank a couple of sips, and continued to lie down on the dressing table to catch up on sleep. .

The pain will be much lighter when you fall asleep, and the wait of more than two hours does not seem to be that long.

The event came to an end at 11:30, and the follow-up closing work caused the hall to delay the departure time. By the time Wen Chuhan exhausted his patience and came out of the exit, it was already close to 12:30.

Wu Xuan came to meet him, and before he could ask how he was doing, Wen Chuhan asked first, "Where are the others?"

"Xiao Lin is catching up on sleep. I saw him very excited last night, probably because he didn't sleep well at night." Wu Xuan recalled his abnormal behavior in the car when he sent Lin Jian home last night, and added, "This is very special." Like when I first got a job, I was so excited that I didn’t sleep all night.”

As soon as Wen Chuhan was reminded by him, he suddenly remembered that it had been so long since he had reunited with him that he forgot to ask him about his work experience.Wen Chuhan was very curious about where he went and what he did in the years after they separated.

On the way back to the lounge, he was already mentally prepared for Lin Jian to investigate on his own without telling him, but when he opened the door of the lounge, he stopped in his tracks.

"Xiao Lin, call it a day!" Wu Xuan shouted behind him.

However there was no response.

"Where's the person?" Wen Chuhan turned around and asked.

Wu Xuan was taken aback by what he said, and looked past him into the lounge, there was no one there, and the thin blanket that Lin Jian had put on before was hanging on the back of the chair.

"Go to the toilet." Wu Xuan said.

Wen Chuhan took off his suit jacket and changed into his private clothes.After a few minutes, Lin Jian finally came back.

As soon as he opened the door, Wen Chuhan saw his pale face, slightly bent over, holding the door frame with a painful expression, and covering his abdomen with one hand.Wen Chuhan stopped his hand when he was about to carry the bag, rushed to his side to hold his shoulder, and asked in panic, "What's wrong?"

Wu Xuan was also taken aback by him, and hurried over: "Oh, where does this hurt? Why is your face so pale?"

The man in the woods was already in a state of semi-stretch. As soon as Wen Chuhan helped him, he couldn't hold on anymore and leaned on the other person.His voice was so weak: "My stomach hurts..."

Wen Chuhan reached out and touched his forehead, felt the sweat on his hand, and frowned tightly: "Why didn't you say it earlier? Tell Xiaosun to go to the hospital first."

Wu Xuan hurriedly got something to call the driver, Wen Chuhan put his arms around his waist to help him walk at first, but later found that Lin Jian had no strength at all, so he simply squatted down, let Lin Jian lean on his back, and walked with him on his back.

After a whole night of pain, now Lin Jian finally tasted the feeling of pain and reward, he said to himself, it was worth it.

He knew that his head was covered with sweat, so he turned his head to prevent the sweat from rubbing against Wen Chuhan's neck.His hands were out of strength, but he kept trying to tighten his arms, trying to hug the man's neck tightly.

Eight years ago, he took the initiative to let go, and now, he never wants to let go.

The back door of the guild hall was full of people, Wen Chuhan walked so fast that he was almost running, and Wu Xuan, who was following him, trotted to keep up with him.The artists standing around were surprised to see him come out with a person on his back, but they didn't realize what happened. Wen Chuhan got into his car very quickly, put the person on the back seat, and told the driver to drive faster .

While Wu Xuan trotted, he didn't forget to worry for a while. This posture will probably be on the news again tomorrow.

Wen Chuhan asked the driver to drive in a hurry. After the car started, he turned to look at Lin Jian, only to find that Lin Jian still hugged his neck and did not let go, and his upper body was still glued to him.

He was so anxious that he felt hot all over, but Lin Jian felt cold from the pain. The two of them stuck together, which just made up for each other's needs.It's just that Lin Jian felt comfortable, but Wen Chuhan felt uncomfortably hot.

"When did it start to hurt?" Wen Chuhan didn't care about other things, the hand he was reluctant to reach out a few hours ago finally got his wish and touched his face, but it was icy cold.

"I don't remember." Lin Jian closed his eyes, but the pained look on his face was completely gone. Instead, the corners of his lips were raised up, as if he was smiling.

Wen Chuhan raised his face and saw that he was really smiling.He froze: "What are you laughing at?"

Lin Jian's eye sockets were already wet, he didn't dare to open them, he just tilted his head and leaned into his palm, almost saying out of breath, "I'm happy."

He didn't know why he was happy.

It might be because Wen Chuhan was nervous for him, or it might be because Wen Chuhan didn't refuse his hug.