The Professional Training of Amateur Actors

Hua Lemei moved his huge pink toolbox from the car to start work in the dressing room. He Yihan stopped him and was surprised when he saw his appearance: "Your face..." God knows so For many years old classmate and iron buddy, he only saw Hua Lemei's bare face when he was in college.

"Hey, whoring, just wait!" Hua Lemei was impatient, she turned her head and asked, "Are you the one who was going to be filmed in the first few scenes?"

"Without me, there is him." He Yihan pushed Xia Chenxi forward: "Hua'er, put on makeup for him, the makeup of the demon king."

"Devil... Demon Lord Li Minglan?!" Hua Lemei's throat was split, and then she had an epiphany, and she said with great joy: "Okay, little beauty, you are going to be angry. Hurry up, you two, come here together."

Hua Dalu, who had been single for 28 years, finally succeeded in finishing the makeup of several people before Director Guan got angry.He was so tired that he slumped on the leather swivel chair, not wanting to move, and he didn't even have the energy to put on his own makeup.

"I want to drink Fat House Happy Water..." Hua Lemei hummed angrily in the empty dressing room.

A moment later, the cold bottle was stuck to his face, and the bottle was covered with a layer of mist just taken out of the refrigerator.

"Only Sprite, is it happy water?" said a magnetic male voice.

Hua Lemei sat upright in an instant, and stared at the person in front of her like a ghost: "What are you doing here? I can't be happy, and I feel sick when I see you."

The man didn't answer his question. Hearing this, he just put the ice and sprite on the table, turned around and was about to leave.

"Chen Hanyu, you don't want to see me like a mouse seeing a cat. I'm not afraid to poke that shit out." Hua Lemei crunched the plastic Sprite bottle in her hand: "An Xin is your hypocrite, When I get old and become demented, and I get tired of life, I will talk to the media about your scandals to relieve boredom. You must be popular until then, otherwise this nonsense gossip will not even have any heat."

"I know you haven't told anyone about it." Chen Hanyu took the Sprite, unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it to him: "Thank you."

Chen Hanyu was dressed in a blue and white cloud-pattern outfit, with a sapphire pendant around his waist and a cloud crown with black hair.

"I really can't figure out that a person like you would do anything for profit. Is it worth it?" Hua Lemei took two mouthfuls of Sprite, with a look of sarcasm and burnout on her face: "Your wife, is she okay?"

Chen Hanyu was silent for a while: "Not too good. I'm getting ready for the show, you should rest." He was about to leave, then turned around and smiled at Hua Lemei: "You look better without makeup."

The sound of footsteps went away, Hua Lemei was holding the cold Sprite tightly, her face paler than snow.