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"Xiaohe hasn't rested recently, okay? The dark circles under her eyes are a bit heavy."

Ye Tinghe nodded and asked, "Can you cover it?"

"It will take a little longer," the makeup artist told him.

But in fact, it is far more than dark circles that need to be covered. His lips are pale and his face is bloodless. He just appears in front of the camera, and he does not know how many people he will scare.

The soft brush was slowly rubbing across Ye Tinghe's face. He closed his eyes and thought endlessly that makeup is really a magical technique. In all these states, the glamorous appearance can be maintained, making people continue to scream and pursue.

It doesn't matter how the world collapses in front of him.

"Can you forget this little thing? Do you still want to stay? What's the use of panic if you make a mistake, can you use your brain..."

Hearing the movement outside, Ye Tinghe opened his eyes and looked at the makeup artist.

She smiled and explained: "I'm teaching the interns outside. It happens to be summer vacation, and there are many little sisters who come to the company for interns in order to chase stars."

The sound insulation of this room is average, and all kinds of critical words from the supervisor outside can penetrate into his ears.

Clumsy hands and feet, inflexible, no wink, nothing but a high degree of education.

It's just that I haven't heard the intern's answer for a long time. Maybe it's timid and stupid, unlike those peers who have the guts to fire the leader anytime and anywhere.

After putting on makeup, Ye Tinghe looked at himself in the mirror.

Today's stylist is borrowed temporarily, and the collocation given to him is also a style that was rarely seen before. Popart's large color block, high-contrast vintage floral shirt and five-point denim shorts, like a street boy in the 70s, his eyes are black and white, and his pupils are as black as Spot paint with untamed wildness.

It matched his slightly pale state today.

Someone came to remind him that it was almost time, and Ye Tinghe was about to pass, when he stood up, he caught a glimpse of a flashing wound on his calf in the mirror.

Almost forgot……

He stopped and said, "Change into longer pants."

The stylist actually didn't agree, thinking that it wasn't good-looking, it was just a live broadcast, and it didn't matter if there were some scars.

But Ye Tinghe insisted, and he couldn't help it, and finally changed him into a pair of white satin wide-leg pants.

After the supervisor left, the intern Xiaoge sat in the aisle and secretly took out his mobile phone.

Lu Pingjia and the others have already passed this live broadcast. They were chatting with the host, and Ye Tinghe was the last one.

【It's almost 8 o'clock, why hasn't Ye Tinghe come yet】

[Xiaohe, Xiaohe, Xiaohe, why hasn't Xiaohe come out]

[I can't count how many days I haven't seen us [crying]]

【Being late for so long, seniors and juniors are waiting for him alone, why is he so arrogant】

[There is no explosion in the industry, he is playing a big name, it is different to have a backstage]

Xiao Ge was filled with righteous indignation, and typed a message——

[The live broadcast didn't start until 8 o'clock, He was not late at all!Even if you're really late, what's wrong with the beauty! 】

The moment it was sent, this line of words was buried in the bullet screen and she couldn't find it, let alone others, she couldn't find it herself.

The only possible response to her was—

[Mom's clay powder can dance in front of the steamer, why can't we He Jiahuan! 】

Xiaoge rolled her eyes, Lu Pingjia, a vampire, came with his disgusting CP fan to seek scolding, she found this barrage, and sternly clicked the report.

There was a sound of footsteps from the other end of the aisle, and Xiaoge suddenly raised her head, seeing the person she was waiting for with a touch of bright color rushing into her sight.

With thick black hair and quiet eyes, he is always the most prominent and the most undisturbed person in the crowd.

Like a quiet storm above sea level, with an unquenchable icy burn.

It was never Ye Tinghe's fault to be used as a meal replacement, Xiaoge thought to himself, it was because they were blind!

The moment Ye Tinghe passed by with an unknown fragrance, she quickly stood up, mustered up the courage to call Ye Tinghe's name, and asked him in a low voice: "Can I have an autograph?"

The person who was called stopped at the right time, took the marker, looked down at her for two seconds, and then chose to sign on the phone case.

The staff next to her reprimanded her in a low voice for having no rules, but Xiaoge ignored her, thinking that it was because of Xiaohe that the idiot came to this poor place for an internship at his own expense.

But when Ye Tinghe signed the contract to return her mobile phone, he asked casually: "What did that person say and you want to complain to him?"

Xiaoge was stunned for a moment, turned back to the phone screen, stared at the complaint interface, suddenly felt sad for no reason, even if he didn't know how much he had read those words that made her uncomfortable.

The live broadcast was about to start, Ye Tinghe had already passed by, and she also ran back to her work position in the studio, watching him from afar.

Watching him take the microphone, with a usual smile, he said clearly: "Hi everyone, I'm Ye Tinghe, and I'm playing Si Zhao in the play."

A year ago, Si Zhao was full of expectations, and a year later, Si Zhao was out of place.

She felt that she and Ye Tinghe were in a trance together for a moment, obviously less than a year had passed, but it felt so long, as if it had been a lifetime.

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"Come, come, He finally came out"

"This yellow and blue contrast color is so eye-catching, it was rare before."

"Is He's team still alive? Are they still getting paid? If they are here, we must shovel today's stylist back to our own studio."

"I forgive He for letting me waste precious 10 minutes, man, wait what happened to my cyber girlfriend, he dressed me up so beautifully today [Star Eyes]"

"Wake up upstairs and find out that Lu Pingjia wore the same wide-leg pants for a magazine shoot a few days ago"

"Okay, someone else is about to get drunk"

"I'm afraid some will bring private goods"

"I'm afraid that some industries are going crazy"

"My shovel has been turned over, and I sent a message upstairs, can I still shovel it?"

"Shovel a fart"

"We Wo: Damn bad luck"

"..."

"Hi everyone, I'm Ye Tinghe, and I'm playing Si Zhao in the play... Who is crying?"

"it's me"

"It's me [crying]"

"What's wrong with He?"

"He's staring at the camera again, but it's hard to concentrate"

"I feel that He is not serious"

"I'm a little absent-minded, I just insist on doing well, I'm in physics class with Vision"

"Who is he supporting? Afraid we will worry?"

"He is really not in a good condition. I feel that I have lost a lot of weight, and my voice is not quite right. I basically have no eye contact with other colleagues."

"Other colleagues = Lu Pingjia?"

"Lu Pingjia also looks very restrained, evasive, and far away from He Ju the whole time"

"Is there a ghost in my heart"

"Miao Jie next door: Absolutely has a grudge, tear him apart"

"The cp fan next door: I talked about it, I have a guilty conscience"

"Ordinary drama fans: Aren't you really trying to avoid suspicion? Whether it's guessing that He is an illegitimate child of the Lu family or being dragged into CP, it's embarrassing."

"It would be great if He didn't get caught by Mian Jie, if he just keeps silent like this, I will really hate them to death"

When Lin Zhao saw this barrage, Lin Zhao couldn't help being stunned for a while.

He didn't expect that if he wanted to see Ye Tinghe again, he could only watch his live broadcast.

On the screen, the host asked Ye Tinghe about the happiest thing that happened to him in the crew.

He was silent for a long time, as if silently crossing out many wrong answers in his heart, and finally said——

Last October, many fans and friends made a special trip to celebrate my birthday... I was very touched, thank you.

Last night after Ji Xu called, he told them that Xiaohe had gone home.

Yan Mien kept talking about why, and was so annoyed that Ji Xu threw her the phone and asked her to call and ask herself, on the premise that Ye Tinghe would really answer it.

Lin Zhao didn't ask why, even though he really wanted to.

At that moment, the cat photo frame flashed before his eyes again, and Ye Tinghe said "because of jealousy".

Jealousy... what?

Across the empty space and barrier in front of him, he listened to Ye Tinghe talking about last year's birthday, and suddenly remembered that Ye Tinghe also gave him a birthday present.

It was a strange old ring.