A noisy wedding took a long time to prepare, but the procession went quickly. Most of the relatives, friends, and guests only spent one or two hours eating, leaving red envelopes as a way to join the fun and leave.
Jiang Xiaoyuan picked up her cosmetics box and walked while thinking about what to do when she went back. She had worn out morning makeup with the bride once, and she probably couldn't do anything too technical when she went back. It's better to take advantage of this daze and go back and draw two sketches to find the texture.
The newlyweds escorted each guest to the door, and Chen Fangzhou's bride grabbed Jiang Xiaoyuan and whispered awkwardly, "Several of my classmates and colleagues just asked me who the makeup artist is. They are all planning to get married recently and would like to invite you to come
Jiang Xiaoyuan chuckled and thought to herself that she had to apply for a certificate and prepare to go abroad, set up a studio, take English classes, and prepare for the exam in the spring of the following year. Sometimes, this kind of human work of staying up late at night can be indirect, and besides, the bride's appearance is very uniform, which has no exercise value for her at present. Drawing eight hundred pieces cannot be used as her work.
Jiang Xiaoyuan: "My sister-in-law is like this, I have to go abroad for training with my boss in a while
Everyone is an adult, so there's no need to be too specific. The bride is very tactful and immediately understood. She quickly said, "That's right, you're so talented, and you will definitely have great development in this field in the future. It's still more important to learn first... I'm not afraid of your jokes. I told them that if you put on a morning makeup for 300 yuan and a full set for 800 yuan a day, there won't be any discount. If someone asks, don't bother dressing up
What?
So many!
Jiang Xiaoyuan's tired eyes were ignited with a single swipe, and her noble and cold heart, which refused to accept the bride's makeup, was completely destroyed by the Chinese yuan, throwing her integrity into the clouds.
Jiang Xiaoyuan said, "Didn't someone say that time is like that? Squeezing is always there. Before I go out, I have a lot of things to do, and I won't be able to leave for at least two or three months. If there's anything, you can ask them to call me anytime. My sister-in-law's friends are my friends, right? You can't neglect your side if you don't care about anywhere
Chen Fangzhou's gaze can no longer be described as "contemptuous", but rather as "disdainful".
Leaving the hotel where the wedding was taking place, Jiang Xiaoyuan felt as light as a swallow carrying a large box, with no soreness in her waist, back, legs, or cramps.
Is my appearance fee already worth this price? "She thought to herself," If I want to make a good reputation in the future, why don't I just open a dating company? It doesn't matter what kind of effeminate person surnamed Jiang looks like, the money comes in vain
Just as she was lost in thought, the effeminate woman surnamed Jiang called her and said, "What? Are you going to do it or not? Have a meal until this hour? Are you dead outside? Come with me to see the house, hurry up
Jiang Xiaoyuan: "Day
Her daydream shattered into pieces with a loud "bang", so she had to tidy up with a dusty face and search for a bus stop along the street. At this moment, Qilian's car stopped nearby very timely: "Where are you going? I'll take you when I get on the bus. Don't worry, I didn't drink today. I'll cover them with Sprite
Jiang Xiaoyuan was worried that the location was unfamiliar and she couldn't find reliable transportation, so she quickly climbed up happily to ride a taxi.
Jiang Xiaoyuan: "Go to the Count's apartment, the old Buddha is urging for his life again
After driving for a while, Qilian suddenly reached out to adjust the rearview mirror and asked, "Someone has been following you. Do you know who it is
Jiang Xiaoyuan: "..."
She looked back at the cars behind her in confusion, as they didn't look anything unusual. Jiang Xiaoyuan carefully rubbed her eyes and then noticed a small, bright pink patch in the traffic.
It seems to be the car from that day, "Qilian said." Who is it
Jiang Xiaoyuan took out her mobile phone again and again, frowning and saying, "My boss said it was his mother..."
Jiang Bo, his mother Jiang Xiaoyuan, met her once. She couldn't figure out why she had offended her old man. Why did she always have trouble with her?
First, he drove to scare her, and now he tracks her
She is not only stunning in appearance, but also cannot be disliked at first sight, right?
Jiang Xiaoyuan directly called Empress Dowager Jiang and was just scolded by Jiang Bo. She finally found an opportunity to spray back: "Boss, what's going on? Your mother drove her playful little flower fairy to track me early in the morning. What's wrong? I was scared and cried, okay
Jiang Bo's voice immediately tightened: "Are you sure it's my mom? Didn't you say you haven't seen her
Jiang Xiaoyuan thought for a moment and told the story of the road killer she encountered while delivering the letter.
After finishing speaking, Jiang Xiaoyuan added with a big face, "But if she plans to write a check for 30 million and throw me in the face, and then say to me, 'Take the money and leave my son,' then I will forgive you and your mother
Jiang Bo fell silent for a moment, then spoke in a low voice with low emotions, "My mother is getting old and a bit neurotic. She doesn't want me to do this job anymore. Maybe she misunderstood something when she saw you delivering letters to me that day
Jiang Xiaoyuan: "Wait, what did she misunderstand? Sister, you need to speak clearly
Jiang Bo: "Get lost - let's find someone to accompany you back today. Don't come over later, be careful yourself. I'll send you the address when I have a good view of the studio... I'm sorry my family's affairs have caused you trouble, I'll take care of it
This was the first time Empress Dowager Chiang had said "sorry" to her, and Jiang Xiaoyuan was momentarily shocked.
However, before she was completely shocked, Empress Dowager Chiang added another sentence.
Jiang Bo: "Also, who gave you the illusion that you could be worth 30 million
After finishing speaking, he cleanly hung up the phone and ran away.
Qilian: "How are we going, where are we going
Jiang Xiaoyuan hesitated for a moment and said, "Either... let's go back to school first
Qilian didn't respond. After a while, he suddenly asked calmly, "Do you want to go to my place and take a look at the photos I took before
Jiang Xiaoyuan: "Ah
She woke up in the middle of the night, her mind a bit dull, and before she could react, Qilian's steering wheel had already turned around and he asked politely, not discussing at all.
Jiang Xiaoyuan: "Okay
She pondered gloomily beside her, thinking that if Empress Dowager Chiang dared to turn around like this without hesitation, a fierce struggle would be inevitable. However, this matter seemed to have no sense of dissonance when it came to Qilian.
Why is that?
Presumably, this tragic world also has a 'fortune value', and about 80% of this' fortune 'is carried on the face.
Qilian usually doesn't live at home. She bought a well decorated single apartment in the city center and didn't tidy it up much. The interior decoration is in the style of the developer, unchanged.
His works are very diverse, mostly landscapes, with some close-up shots of flowers and buildings. Jiang Xiaoyuan is also someone who has studied photography, and most of the art is imaginative. However, the photos did not impress her much, it was the luxurious equipment that made her a little reluctant to put them down.
Sometimes these are sold to publishing houses, "Qilian said." They make book covers. Generally, stars, skies, forests, and oceans sell well. Some romance novels like to use pictures of flowers and plants, and magazines and newspapers sometimes buy pictures from outside
Jiang Xiaoyuan casually asked, "Do you never take pictures of people
Qilian: "... also take photos
Speaking, he dug out a thick old photo album from a cabinet, all of which were washed and saved. Jiang Xiaoyuan casually flipped through the first one and was shocked.
That is an enlarged photo of an elderly man with graying hair and beard sitting on a bench in a residential area. He hunched his shoulders in panic, his large hands with protruding joints and wrinkles that seemed to be mixed with dirt of unknown origin. He held a crumpled piece of toilet paper in his palm, on which half of Jiang Xiaoyuan's formula was displayed tremblingly.
He stared blankly at the camera, his greasy and disheveled hair frozen in the wind, and his gaze frozen in the cracks of time and space.
Photo Title: Professor.
The post-processing of the photo is not extensive, and the background is a lively residential area. A red scarf of a primary school student fell off while washing clothes upstairs, floating in the air, looking like it was hanging on the head of an old man, shining brightly under the gray stone bricks and sky.
He spent his whole life preaching, imparting knowledge, and dispelling doubts. So far, who can come and solve his doubts?
Sometimes when Jiang Bo takes Jiang Xiaoyuan out for personal work, he talks about his "soul" and forces Jiang Xiaoyuan to look at a lot of background materials related to her appearance. Jiang Xiaoyuan has always felt that it is one of his ways to find trouble when he is in a bad mood.
But at this moment, seeing this photo, she suddenly vaguely touched an unknown territory.
An idea suddenly flashed through her heart - everything, it turns out, has a soul.
When she thought this way, some of the handling techniques that Empress Dowager Chiang had used but she had never fully understood suddenly had a clue.
Everyone knows what kind of facial features are beautiful. For example, if the eyes are too far away, they need to be close. If they are too spiritless, they need to use eyeliner to draw spirit. If the nose is not straight, they need to hit the nose, and the big cake face depends on the shadow... These are all things on the technical level, and Jiang Xiaoyuan has always been pursuing refinement.
But until this moment, she recalled how unreliable the makeup she had applied to Jiang Bo during her training at the hair salon was.
It seems that she has almost changed Jiang Bo's appearance, completely replacing the oily and pink noodles with her beloved handsome man type, but upon closer reflection, it is actually a static design that cannot withstand scrutiny.
Jiang Bo himself has a cold and irritable personality, with a peculiar temperament. At first glance, he does not have any obvious feminine tendency, but still gives people a feeling of softness. Upon closer analysis, it is probably due to his gloomy and neurotic aura. How can a person with a strong personality become a quiet and beautiful man just because of one makeup look?
When she became impatient with Empress Dowager Chiang's nagging, Jiang Xiaoyuan once choked on him and asked him to define "soul".
Jiang Bo thought for a moment and actually gave her an answer, but it sounded a bit vague - he said, "The soul is what catches you at first glance
Jiang Xiaoyuan's thoughts quickly swept through her days of hard work and accumulation.
Why is a high nose bridge beautiful? If a person is born without a nose bridge, who would still think that a high nose bridge is beautiful?
Why are lips red and teeth white beautiful? Adding human blood is not inherently red. Without entering an industrialized society, one must rely on sharp teeth to hunt for a living. Will mainstream aesthetics become fond of "green faced fangs"?
The ultimate of aesthetics is something that can make people fascinated, not "how shadow and powder blusher transition to nature", "the difference between Asian lip shape and European lip shape and common processing methods".
The integrated inspiration has accumulated so much that people really have the illusion of "connecting the Ren and Du meridians".
Jiang Xiaoyuan's gaze fell back on the photo, and she realized that the camera was not focused on the protagonist's face, but on his hands.
His skin and flesh were so resilient, the erosion of wind, frost, rain, and snow condensed into dirty wrinkles, making the wrinkles look like a cracked earth, revealing a gradually withered and dormant life. However, the tail of the integral symbol that trembled between his fingers was pierced by a sharp crack hanging from the pen tip, piercing through the back of the paper.
Like a silent and deafening roar.
Jiang Xiaoyuan couldn't help but lower her voice and said, "Is this the old professor you mentioned who is turning into dementia
Qilian: "Well, I have taken photos of most of you, otherwise no one would really know that these people existed in the future
Jiang Xiaoyuan silently turned back and saw a woman standing in front of the piano on the second page.
The woman's figure was clumsy and bulky, with the excess fat on her back outlined in her underwear, and her shoulders seemed to never straighten. She stood in front of a similarly down and out piano, pressing a key with one finger. She tilted her face and slightly closed her eyes, as if leaning her ear to listen. Her greasy, medium length hair hung down, obscuring the joyful and painful expression on her face.
She is a world-renowned classical music pianist, "Qilian briefly introduced." She is deaf here and the wife of a mute owner of a pork shop
Turning to the third page, Qilian said, "The scholarship recipient from the Dance Academy has polio here. Her legs are not the same length, and upon closer inspection, her facial features are also asymmetrical
There is another one, Qilian: "Um... this one is a bit like yours. I come from a wealthy family and study at Oxford. I am a charming young master, but when I arrived, I found out that I was the son of a gambler. The gambler's father had one hand chopped off in front of him, and he wet his pants on the spot. When I found him, he abandoned this terrible home in the world at all costs and secretly ran out. I followed the person's wishes, took him away, found him a house, and helped him settle down
Jiang Xiaoyuan: "What happened later
Qilian shrugged and said, "He found himself a socially idle person who hadn't even graduated from elementary school. He couldn't accept it and committed suicide
Jiang Xiaoyuan: "..."
Wait a minute, "Jiang Xiaoyuan said," I don't quite remember the specific policy, but isn't there a report about retired people in their seventies or eighties getting into college? Does that mean that members of society can also participate in the unified college entrance examination? He is such a super academic genius, and if he doesn't get into a prestigious university just by taking one exam, why bother with whether his original owner graduated from elementary school or not
Qilian said, "He was nineteen years old in his original time and space, but he is already thirty-four years old in this time and space
Jiang Xiaoyuan: "... it's a bit of a loss - so what
In the eyes of a teenage boy, life in his thirties is equivalent to the end, "Qilian said." He feels like his life is over, like a game where he loses at the beginning and doesn't think he can turn things around. Perfectionism, understand? Even a B on his report card is unbearable
Jiang Xiaoyuan fell silent for a moment and said, "It seems that someone like me, who can make do but is afraid of death, is safer
Qilian smiled and said, "Can I take a photo of you
Jiang Xiaoyuan: "Hmm
As soon as she looked up, Qilian had already clicked the shutter button.
The afternoon sunshine lazily flew in through the bay window of the living room, and the young girl's waist length hair was loosely tied into a bundle, hanging down from one shoulder. The collarbone and arms exposed from the sleeveless dress were unbelievably fair, and the faint powder on her face shone like diamonds in the light. Her outline was slightly blurred, and her finely crafted eyebrows looked like a classical and elegant artwork. Her eyes, which were focused by the camera, shone like obsidian wrapped in fire - she could clearly see her future path to the distance.
Qilian couldn't help but sigh, feeling that this final work was a masterpiece.