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

The day in the woods was not going well.

After returning from the studio, he contacted the coordination assistant and explained the situation to her.After the assistant communicated with Zhang Yu, he really handed over the job to him with peace of mind.

Although I got my job back, I have been in the studio for five years, no matter whether I have a job or not, I always have a backer.After leaving the studio, I really became a freelance makeup artist.

After washing at night, Lin Jian checked Weibo as usual before going to bed, when a message from Zhang Yu popped up on WeChat.

[The contract has been drawn up, please take a look at it first, if there is no problem, come and sign it tomorrow]

The contract that the studio signed with him back then was relatively free, with neither strict overlord clauses nor high liquidated damages.And his contract is signed once a year, and it is about to expire this year. He took the initiative to terminate the contract early, but it would save trouble.

He glanced at it roughly, and there was no big problem, so he replied "Yes".

This is the first time Zhang Yu has spoken to him since he became friends with him five years ago.Lin Jian frowned and quit the chat box with him.

Just as he was putting down his phone to go to sleep, another message from Weibo suddenly popped up on the screen.Someone private messaged him.

When Lin Jian saw the three words that popped up on the top of the screen, he almost thought he had read it wrong. He rubbed his eyes, and the notification had disappeared. Lin Jian suddenly sat up from the bed, holding the phone, nervously Open Weibo.

He waited for two days without getting a reply, and just now, Wen Chuhan replied to him.

[Is the work experience missing? 】

Lin Jian's cheeks were slightly flushed because of his excitement, he pursed his lower lip, staring at the line, thinking a lot.

Did he post it himself?Or his agent?Why does he want to know his work history?Do you really want to check him?

Just as Lin Jian was about to enter his work experience, the other party sent another private message.

[I heard that you are very skilled. There is a vacancy for a makeup artist here. Do you want to consider it?If you are willing, we can chat on WeChat]

Then he sent a series of WeChat messages.

With such an official reply, Lin Jian guessed that this should be the agent.But he was still very excited, no matter who was on the other side, he replied to his message with these three words, which was enough to make Lin Jian happy for a long time.

He added WeChat, and the other party quickly passed.But when he saw that the other person's profile picture was Crayon Shin-chan, he was not sure whether it was him or his agent.

He was afraid that he would be abrupt, and after thinking about several beginnings in his mind, he finally sent a very official "Hello".

As soon as it was sent, the other party showed that it was typing, but only for a second, and then disappeared soon.

Lin Jian waited nervously for a few seconds, but before receiving a reply, he sent another one.

[Lin]: [I received your private message on Weibo, I am very willing]

This time the other party replied, but only replied with two letters: OK.

Lin Jian was stunned for a moment, OK?Didn't you say that you are willing to chat on WeChat?Is this... a chat?

He was afraid that he would not reply in time, so he waited for a while.There was no reply until half an hour later, and Lin Jian lay back on the bed as if discouraged, staring blankly at the ceiling, the warm yellow light in the room was not dazzling, but he still covered his eyes with his hands.

He didn't know what the other party meant, and hanging him like this made him feel uneasy.

It was only April, and the weather was not hot, but he felt hot and dry.I don't know when I fell asleep, still holding the phone in my hand.

He had a dream that had been recurring in his mind over the years.

Eight years ago, he performed exceptionally well in the final exam of the second year of high school, and finally broke into the first class of science in the third year of high school.

He has been in class one for a week, but he still doesn't know many classmates.One day during recess, the next class was physical education class, and everyone left the classroom early.

Lin Jian waited for the bell to ring before going down. He was the last one to leave the classroom. He was about to go out the back door when he bumped into a boy running over to enter.

The boy was taller than him, and he ran so fast that he didn't stop, and directly pushed the forest back several steps.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The boy was still panting when he apologized. He held Lin Jian's shoulders to make him stand still, and looked him up and down, "Did you hit somewhere?"

The familiar voice hit the eardrums, getting too close, even feeling the warmth of the other person, Lin Jian took a small step back a little bit awkwardly, and shook his head vigorously: "It's okay."

"Then why are you blushing so much?" The boy didn't understand much, so he wanted to take a closer look.

Lin Jian was even more embarrassed by his straight man speech, he didn't want to leave just like that, and he didn't want to continue to be watched by him, so he had to repeat again in a low voice: "It's okay."

The boy let him go.

This was the beginning of their encounter, the first conversation between the two since Lin Jian had been silently watching him for a long time.

Wu Xuan felt that he really owed Wen Chuhan in his previous life.

Last night, the ancestor told him not to let the nutritionist call him for breakfast after work. After all, after two consecutive days, Wu Xuan couldn't stand it, not to mention Wen Chuhan.

He originally wanted to enjoy a rare day off without getting up early, but at four o'clock in the morning, he was called out by his ancestor's serial killing calls.

Wu Xuan entered his room with his eyes closed, and asked him what he wanted to do.

"Pack up your things and go." Wen Chuhan gave him four numbers.

"What?" Wu Xuan thought he was hallucinating, rubbed his eyes, and was surprised to find that the other party had already dressed up, as if he was about to go out.

"High-speed rail number." Wen Chuhan urged him, "Hurry up, it's too late."

Wu Xuan: "???"

After getting on the high-speed rail, Wu Xuan didn't even realize it: "I remember that the high-speed rail ticket I bought was at [-]pm, did I read the wrong time?"

"No, I changed my contract and came back early." Wen Chuhan said the most heartless words in the most ordinary tone, "I already resigned Zhao Lu last night."

"Resigned again?!" Wu Xuan was easily brought to the topic by him. He wanted to exchange a glance with Wen Chuhan to see what he was thinking, but the hat and mask were tightly covered.

"I found a new makeup artist." Wen Chuhan explained, "It's a high school classmate of mine. Let's sign him now."

After hearing his reason, Wu Xuan's eyes suddenly became pityful. He looked at him with distressed eyes, and said, "Is it because you have been working too much recently and you are tired? Ancestor, do you remember which century we are in?"

Wen Chuhan looked at him inexplicably: "21st century."

"You fucking know the 21st century?! Mobile phones are decorations?" Wu Xuan's eyes were burning.

"I want to see him." Wen Chuhan ignored his tantrum and comforted him perfunctorily, "Don't be angry, I haven't seen him for a long time, I want to see him."

"Then you don't need four o'clock in the morning..." Wu Xuan completely convinced him.

"I can't wait, I just have this day off." Wen Chuhan said it very naturally, "Originally, our old classmates wanted to catch up with each other and didn't want to call you, but I was afraid that if someone recognized me, there would be no one to replace me." I will block it. Anyway, you will come back later, so you should go home early. "

"I really owe you." Wu Xuan covered his head with a magazine and continued to catch up on sleep.

At eight o'clock, Lin Jian was woken up by the ringing of the mobile phone.

The moment he saw the caller clearly, Lin Jian almost thought he was still dreaming.

Why did Zhang Yu call him?

"What's the matter?" Lin Jian sat up from the bed, closed his eyes and asked in a bad tone.

"Are you awake?" Zhang Yu rarely spoke to him in a calm tone, "Come to the studio, someone is looking for you."

Lin Jian hung up the phone with a frown, glanced at the time, and cursed the old man in his heart that he really couldn't wait for a moment. The front desk of the studio was not working at the moment, so he urged to terminate the contract.

At that time, for convenience, the house in Lin Jian was rented near the studio.After he finished washing, he bought soy milk and steamed stuffed buns at the stall downstairs and ate them while walking.When he arrived at the studio building, there was still soy milk in his hand and he was slowly drinking it.

He doesn't like to drink too sweet things. I don't know if the boss is in a good mood today and put too much soy milk sugar, but he is not willing to throw it away.

Lin Jian took the elevator up to the third floor, and the front desk was still not at work, so he took a disposable paper cup and poured a glass of water in front of the water dispenser at the front desk by himself.

When he walked to the reception room and opened the door, he was startled by the people sitting inside.

"Try this." Zhang Yu was bending over to make tea for Wu Xuan, with a smile on his face.

Wu Xuan seemed in a bad mood, he just casually glanced at the cup of tea and his watch. "Not yet" just said the words, the action of pushing the door attracted his attention.

"Here we come." Zhang Yu put down the teapot, and gave Lin Jian a gloating smile.

Lin Jian ignored Zhang Yu, he stood upright, he looked calm and stable on the surface, but in fact his heart was already surging.He thought to himself, it seems that the person last night was indeed his manager.

"Hi, I'm Lin Jian." Lin Jian took the initiative to introduce, "I chatted with you last night."

Wu Xuan didn't know when he had chatted with him, but he was curious about the person in front of him, those eyes gave him a sense of familiarity, he tentatively asked: "You are the one from before..."

"The makeup artist for the live broadcast." Lin indirectly asked him, but he was a little puzzled why he asked this.

Isn't he the one who contacted him?

"Oh, fine." Wu Xuan still had doubts in his heart, but he didn't ask here. He said, "He wants to talk to you in person, just wait a moment, I'll notify him to come up."

This him is self-evident.

"By the way." Wu Xuan looked at Zhang Yu and said, "Xiao Han doesn't like drinking tea, do you have coffee?"

"Yes." Lin Jian cut off Zhang Yu's words, "Wait a moment."

Lin Jian went to the tea room to pick out the most expensive coffee beans, and Han Feng's voice sounded behind him: "If Mr. Liu knows about your spirit of sacrifice, he will be so moved."

Lin Jian didn't look back, and asked with a slight frown, "What are you talking about?"

"As soon as there is negative news about the artist, I immediately terminate the contract to preserve the reputation of the studio." Han Feng faked a smile, "I was touched."

Lin Jian listened to his nonsense, thinking about whether to add milk to the coffee.Later, he thought of a variety show where he said he didn't like coffee with other things, so he gave up.

"Although it's rare for such a star to come to our studio, why don't we settle the matter privately?" Zhang Yu, who had been looking coldly at Wu Xuan with a smile on his face, also came over and called out.

"I see." Lin Jian picked up the cup of coffee and left the tea room without looking at them.

At this moment, the receptionist who came to work led a man in full armor through the door.Lin Jian knew that he was coming when he saw the uncontrollable surprise and joy on the face of the sister at the front desk.

"There are too many people going up and down here." The tall man was carrying a document bag in one hand, and took off his sunglasses with the other, his eyes showed impatience.

"It's no wonder there aren't many people during rush hour." Wu Xuan, who came out of the reception room, answered.

Wen Chuhan didn't look at him, and looked around as soon as he entered the door. The moment he saw the forest, he seemed to be frozen, and stared at him blankly for a few seconds.

Lin Jian didn't dare to look at him, the hand holding the coffee was already trembling slightly.He put the coffee on the bar, and at a distance of several meters, lowered his head and whispered: "Mr. Wen."

Wen Chuhan's heart ached slightly when he was hooked by the familiar soft voice of "Mr. Wen". He took a deep breath in the silence, reached out and handed the document bag to the other party, and said in a voice that sounded like he was gnashing his teeth, "Do you know how long I've been looking for you?" ."

Lin Jian took the file bag hesitantly, and just about to speak, he heard the person in front of him say to Zhang Yu and Han Feng: "I want this person, and I will be my makeup artist in the future. How much is the liquidated damages for your studio? He terminated the contract."