Top actor: kidnap a fox and go home to pet

Jiang Younian's handsome face surprised and surprised: "I didn't expect it was really Cheng Shu."

Although the words were surprising, the line of voice maintained a heart-stopping coldness.

"Hello, my name is Jiang Younian." Jiang Younian also looked at the small bag next to him: "Did Mr. Hu tell you about my situation?"

Cheng Shu realized that his head was inexplicably empty for a few seconds. It may be that the effect of coffee made his throat a little astringent. He put his fist next to his mouth and coughed lightly. He walked to Jiang Younian. Seeing his own reflection in the other party's eyes, he is taller than Jiang Younian, and he lowered his head slightly: "You don't need to talk nonsense as long as you have a rich resume. The one Hu Chong can introduce must be a good makeup artist. I will hire you." How about [-] a time?"

He went straight to the point of remuneration.

Jiang Younian was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help laughing out loud. The three people present didn't understand what was so funny, they just heard Jiang Younian say: "I think you should have made an oolong, Mr. Hu didn't talk to you Say? I'm a make-up artist, but I'm in a trade not for the living, but for the dead."

After Jiang Younian finished speaking, the lounge fell into deathly silence.

call--

Even though the windows and doors were locked, a gust of wind blew in from nowhere, causing Cheng Shu and Xiao Bao to have goose bumps and chills to the bone.

Did the co-author get an embalmer?

Cheng Shu's mind was still decomposing and combining what Jiang Younian said just now. Xiao Bao waited for him to speak and act. Cheng Shu's brain throbbed. Barely able to type out.

There was a beep during the call first, and then Hu Chong's voice sounded: "Hello, sir, did you receive someone?"

"Who are you looking for?" Cheng Shu lowered his voice.

"Just... just the makeup artist, what's the matter?"

"You didn't do anything about Yangjian."

Speaking of this, Hu Chong didn't understand. In the previous phone call, he clearly explained to Cheng Shu that Bai Jiang Younian's main job was an embalmer, but he was also good at putting makeup on living people. When I asked him if he really wanted it, he said He said yes very firmly, what is going on here to find bad luck, this made Hu Chong a little upset: "What's the matter, I told you very clearly just now, didn't you swear by yourself that you wanted it?"

Just now... I made it very clear...

Grass, the signal must be bad, and the most important words were blocked.

What the heck.

After hanging up Hu Chong's call, Cheng Shu put the phone in his pocket, tried to be friendly and tried to resolve a little embarrassment.

Jiang Younian's special occupation, coupled with his cool white skin that glows white, gives people the impression that he is a fraudulent corpse from the underworld. Before knowing his occupation, everyone did not have this feeling.

Filters come too fast.

Cheng Shu stepped back to face Jiang Younian, and made a gesture of retreating towards Xiao Bao with the other hand, meaning to let him see off the guests, but Xiao Bao kept asking, "Are you not going to use him?"

"Nonsense! Am I dead?" Cheng Shu's voice was neither high nor low, just enough that everyone in the room could hear it.

However, Jiang Younian was not angry, his expression management ability was not much worse than that of a professional actor, and he maintained a gentle and gentle expression at the moment, if it were someone else, he would have exploded with anger.

Xiaobao was ready to see him off resignedly, but he didn't dare to approach Jiang Younian.

At this time, someone knocked on the door in the lounge, and Xiao Bao immediately ran to open the door, and the staff poked his head in and said, "Mr. Cheng, there is still an hour to get on the bus and walk the red carpet, please get ready."

Cheng Shu: "..."

This is to drive him to a dead end.

Although the other party's occupation is special, it is also a legitimate occupation that relies on one's own hands to earn a living. It is a sacred thing for a dead person to die beautifully. I heard that it is much more difficult to put makeup on the dead. The technique must be very good, and as an atheist, you should believe in science. Love the world, and we should not be prejudiced against workers with special occupations.

When the staff left, Jiang Younian raised his legs in disappointment and was about to leave. During this gap, Cheng Shu's thoughts turned back and forth, and he kept comforting himself. Thinking of this would make him feel better.

Jiang Younian had already rested his hand on the doorknob, when he suddenly heard Cheng Shu behind him calling him: "Mr. Jiang, do you have any taboos about putting makeup on living people? For example, you want to give red envelopes or something..."

Xiao Bao looked at Cheng Shu as if he had seen a ghost, and looked at Jiang Younian in disbelief.

Jiang Younian looked back, his original serious expression turned into a smiling face in an instant, and the pretty fox stared at Cheng Shu: "It's okay if you don't mind, there are no taboos, and there is no need for red envelopes, just follow the 5 yuan agreed at the beginning. aspect."

He paused jokingly, and then said, "Of course I use the method of a living person. Apart from my profession, I am also an ordinary person."

Seeing Cheng Shu sitting in front of the dressing table, he seemed to see the words "respect death as home" on his face, Xiao Bao asked, "Brother Cheng, do you want to..."

Cheng Shu: "Mr. Jiang, let's do it. Xiaobao will tell Anhao that he has found a makeup artist, so she doesn't have to work."

The living room was silent for a while, and then became busy in an instant.

Jiang Younian opened the makeup box on the table, browsed through the cosmetics with his slender and beautiful fingers, stood beside Cheng Shu and bent slightly, and started to do it: "Now let's do the makeup."

Cheng Shu hummed lightly.

The technique of water and milk was applied to Cheng Shu's face skillfully, the technique was light, as gentle as treating a fragile jade.

With his eyes closed, Cheng Shu could feel the other party's carefulness, and there was an itchy and comfortable feeling when his fingertips brushed over the skin of his face.

"Aren't your embalmers well paid? You also come out to find extra money?" Cheng Shu asked.

"This is my first time." Jiang Younian said with a smile: "But you don't need to worry, the tools and technology are used by living people. I just happened to be on vacation today, and Mr. Hu just happened to contact me, saying that the salary will definitely not be less , If you have money, of course you have to earn it.”

"I've never heard that Hu Chong knows someone like you." Cheng Shu murmured.

Jiang Younian heard it, and replied: "I met Mr. Hu's wife, and I only met Mr. Hu later."

Hu Chong's wife is an orthodox make-up artist who serves the living. It is impossible to imagine how she met Jiang Younian, an embalmer. Cheng Shu has played hundreds of professional roles in the industry for ten years, and has never been in the funeral industry. Jiang Younian was curious.

"How do you know Hu Chong's wife? I can't figure out what kind of intersection you two have." Cheng Shu asked again.

"We can all be referred to as makeup artists. We are all in the same circle. Isn't it strange? It's easy to put on make-up for the living, but it takes a lot of care to do the make-up for the dead. Sister Mei sometimes has to put on dead make-up in the crew. She found me through some channels to learn from her experience. It's ready."

Sister Mei is Hu Chong's wife.

Before finishing the makeup, Jiang Younian chose a foundation that was not too white to match Cheng Shu's wheat-colored skin, and reminded him before applying it: "Now it's time to put on the foundation."

Cheng Shu opened his eyes and looked at him: "Mr. Jiang, it's the same before putting on makeup just now. You don't need to remind me before every step. You can finish it quickly by saving a few words."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Jiang Younian smiled politely, and then said, "Occupational diseases."

Cheng Shu: "..."

Does that mean he's one of those immobile clients?

"Close your eyes." Jiang Younian began to apply foundation on his face: "We need to do this when we are working, and we must say something in advance for each step. This is to show respect for them."

Jiang Younian deliberately used "work" instead of "makeup for the deceased" and "they" instead of "dead" in the nouns he used to show his courtesy to Cheng Shu.

Cheng Shu could also tell that this man was really educated, like a lady from some family.

The index finger of "Everybody's Lady" gently lifted Cheng Shu's chin to even out the color of the neck, and praised a few words: "I didn't know it when I saw it through the screen. I thought it was a makeup effect. In fact, the foundation is very good, and the facial features are three-dimensional. There are no blemishes, she looks good with or without makeup, but the dark circles under her eyes are a bit heavy, did you stay up late?"

Being praised face to face, Cheng Shu felt better: "No matter how good the foundation is, it can't hold up to flashlights and ultra-clear lenses. Hey, don't make me look like a sissy, I'm taking the tough guy route."

"Yeah." Jiang Younian said, "I've watched every one of your works, and I'm pretty familiar with your image. A while ago, the movie "Black Sea" you starred in was released. I watched it twice, and netizens said Tonight's best actor is you, and the voice is very loud."

"Don't follow the netizens to praise me and kill me. If I don't win the award, I will be so ugly."

Cheng Shu was hypocritical, but in fact his heart was already full of joy: "Would you like to go see it with your girlfriend?"

Although his profession is not very attractive to girls, such a good-looking person should be pursued by beautiful girls.

When it came to the topic of girlfriends, Jiang Younian was a bit bitter: "Teacher Cheng is really good at joking, how can someone in our profession have a girlfriend? It would be nice to have a female friend, but can I ask for two autographs? A colleague's daughter is your fan."

"Of course, I'll give you some autographs later."

"Great, I have to frame it when I get home."

The two of them were chatting happily, and Jiang Younian never stopped. Cheng Shu raised his eyes to look at himself in the mirror. Suddenly he was startled for a moment, then calmed down immediately, feeling the itching of the brush moving on his face.

Just now Jiang Younian got close to his face, and found that his pupils were a rare and beautiful amber color, very special, like a carefully polished gemstone.

The light of the vanity mirror is behind Jiang Younian, looking at him from Cheng Shu's direction, the effect of the backlight is like lying on the lawn in autumn and basking in the sun, and the beloved runs over to cover the dazzling sun in the sky. Brighter than the sun.

Suddenly, Cheng Shu was taken aback by his own thoughts, and he blamed himself for having such thoughts about the person he met for the first time.

And it's a man...

A man more beautiful than a woman...

Cheng Shu's gaze no longer looked directly at the person in front of him, but lowered his angle a bit. This angle just happened to see Jiang Younian's collarbone in his half-open collar, and something suddenly flickered his eyes.

Jiang Younian's hands are very beautiful. If you use one word to describe them, they are "delicate", full of artistic atmosphere. There is a red braided rope on the wrist. The length of the rope can wrap around the wrist twice. The rope is worn with a red and white jade bead. It looks like blood seeps in, beautiful and eerie.

Beads and red strings are usually small accessories that girls like to wear, but Jiang Younian's wearing them is not feminine at all, but very artistic, which makes his white wrists look better, and makes people want to hold them.

I heard that jade has aura that can protect people, so he should wear it when he goes in and out of the funeral home every day. Not to mention, this kind of bracelet is quite beautiful.

The two were close, and their breaths were intertwined. Jiang Younian worked with corpses all day long. Cheng Shu thought he would smell a rotting corpse, but no, there was a pleasant smell on him. Sandalwood scent.

Cheng Shu didn't know how aggressive his scrutiny was, and Jiang Younian couldn't ignore it any longer. When he lowered his eyes and looked over, he realized that he had just been stunned, and immediately found a topic unnaturally: "Here What's the difference between a living person and putting makeup on a dead person?"

He didn't know why, he obviously didn't like to talk too much with strangers, but when facing Jiang Younian, who he had known for less than an hour, he never stopped talking, probably because he was curious about his special profession... …

Jiang Younian used the back of his hand to push aside the bangs that hung down the side of his face, thought for a while and said: "Warm and cold, talking but not talking."

"There are so many good jobs, why do you choose the industry where you can't find a girlfriend?"

Jiang Younian withdrew his hand holding the eyebrow pencil, looked at Cheng Shu's eyebrows for symmetry, and put down the eyebrow pencil when he was satisfied: "Because I like dealing with the dead, dealing with the living is too annoying, and I can't guess their thoughts. I am a person who doesn't like to accommodate others, only dead people who can't speak or move can accommodate me."

Anyone who heard this would think that Jiang Younian should be a self-centered character who would not allow others to say no to him, but Cheng Shu felt a sense of loneliness.

He has no friends, he wants a silent listener, just one, he won't say that this matter is inappropriate for him, it's probably that feeling, that kind of loneliness.

Just as Cheng Shu was about to say something more, a staff member outside knocked on the door and shouted loudly: "Mr. Cheng, it's time to get on the bus, please pack up and follow me."

Xiaobao looked at Cheng Shu's side and said, "I'll go and tell them later."

"Wait!" Cheng Shu stopped him and asked Jiang Younian, "How much longer?"

Jiang Younian: "Put some more shading, the hair hasn't been done yet, about 10 minutes."

"Xiaobao, go ahead and make arrangements for which car I want to get in, don't let me go out and wait for arrangements." Seeing that no one moves, he immediately urged: "What are you doing in a daze? Go!"

"Oh, good!" Xiaobao went to negotiate with the staff, and when he returned to the lounge, he saw Jiang Younian packing up the makeup box: "Why are you packing it up? Brother Cheng's hair hasn't been done yet."

"Go get it in the car." Cheng Shu was also helping Jiang Younian pack the cosmetics into a box: "The organizer has arranged everyone's appearance time, order, and position. If one person changes, the entire order will be disrupted. When the time comes, someone with a heart will tell me that I come out once every six months to play a big game. It takes about ten minutes to walk from here to the main entrance of the venue at a slow speed. Get in the car."

After a while of panic, I finally went out before the staff came to urge me again.

As soon as Jiang Younian walked out of the lounge, a hat was put on his head, and several bodyguards surrounded Cheng Shu and walked forward.

Jiang Younian lowered the brim of his hat, and no one saw that the corners of his mouth were raised, showing a bright smile that was rarely seen on his face, and quickly followed behind the team.