Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 102 It’s really you, stop pretending

The pitch is lowered.

The sound becomes longer and thicker.

With a slightly rough feel.

In the past few days, I have practiced voice many times in private, and with the blessing of my own attributes, I can easily complete the voice conversion.

Whether it is the tone or the timbre, there is a sense of heaviness of a boy in voice change, a little man.

After gaining 5 kilograms, the facial features look more childish.

His eyes weren't as sharp as before, and his face looked a bit more fleshy.

Judging from his appearance, he looks like a boy of about 15 years old.

Just keep holding on.

Finally, put on some makeup to add icing on the cake, at least in terms of appearance.

Jiang Yang looked for eye shadow and eyebrow pencil.

A familiar voice rang out from outside the wooden relief door of the dressing room:
"Girl, be energetic! What's the point of looking so listless?"

I heard it.

It was Hu Lin's voice.

A strong smell of Northeastern corn grits.

Then came Zhao Jinmai's voice:
"I stayed up too late doing the test yesterday."

"But I saw your paper, and you haven't finished it yet."

Zhao Jinmai's tone was lazy and sleepy. "It's so difficult. I can't figure it out. I've been thinking about it for a long time... Mom, can I take a nap in the dressing room? I'm so sleepy."

"It's not time to sleep now. The makeup artist is coming soon. Hurry and have them fix you up. I heard from the crew that there's a really talented young actor among those auditioning today. You might have to act with him. Be humble and learn from him. Make a good impression on the directors."

Hu Lin continued:
"Wash your face later, and don't look so listless, it's not nice to be seen. Go in and chat with people, smile... yes, that's the energy, my daughter is amazing!"

next second.

The door to the dressing room was pushed open.

Hu Lin stepped in, still wearing the same long down jacket as last time. She glanced at the makeup mirror, her eyes fell on Jiang Yang, and she said politely, "Are you the makeup assistant? Can you help me?"

Hu Lin switched back to Mandarin in time for emphasis.

When I talk to my daughter in private, I speak my hometown dialect of Shenyang.

When talking to outsiders, we speak Mandarin.

Since I asked my daughter to do this, I must set an example myself.

"Hmm? What do you say?" Jiang Yang said with a smile.

"Help my daughter put on makeup. She's one of the main actors in this drama, Zhao Jinmai. I'm her mother."

Hu Lin directly revealed her daughter's identity, and her tone was polite and distant.

"Okay, you can sit here." Jiang Yang stood up and gave up his seat. He also put on the makeup assistant's apron on the seat next to him to prevent the makeup from getting on his clothes.

The headband is also worn on the head.

She even has the style of a makeup assistant.

"Thank you."

As Hu Lin spoke, she glanced at Jiang Yang.

He had a youthful appearance and a voice that was in the puberty phase of a boy's voice change: "You shouldn't be very old, about fourteen or fifteen, and quite tall."

Jiang Yang smiled and nodded.

effective.

At least Hu Lin didn't look like she was eighteen years old.

This shows that gaining a little weight is useful, and the makeup I do myself is just right.

He maintained the voice of an adolescent boy and did not deny his identity because he saw Zhao Jinmai, who looked sleepy, next to Hu Lin.

She was carrying a small pink schoolbag and her shoulder-length hair was tied into two braids.

His eyes trembled slightly when closed, and every blink felt like glue.

He looked like he had been through the night.

He was hunched over and had his head down, showing none of the excitement he had when he was playing with his phone in McDonald's.

Hu Lin almost subconsciously said to Jiang Yang: "Shouldn't you be studying at your age? Why are you working as a makeup assistant so early..."

The words were not finished.

Hu Lin realized that she had lost her composure and stopped in time.

I am used to lecturing my daughter, so when I meet a boy of the same age as my daughter, I subconsciously use the same tone.

Having helped her daughter run crews over the years, Hu Lin knows very well that being a makeup assistant is hard work.

You need to arrive at the site in advance to prepare tools. The work is intensive and physically demanding, and you need to carry a heavy makeup box.

They often work in harsh environments such as high and low temperatures on the set, and dust outdoors.

There are so many trivial matters.

Very hard.

If the family is well-off, who would let their children not study at a young age and go out to work in society?

On second thought, if my daughter, at this age, became a makeup assistant, she would have to do the most basic chores when she is still growing, which would consume both her physical and mental strength.

Just thinking about it makes me sad.

So you must study hard.

"Girl, call someone."

"Hello."

Zhao Jinmai almost instinctively raised the corners of her mouth, revealing her upper teeth, and gave Jiang Yang a perfectly fitting fake smile.

Jiang Yang smiled and nodded at Zhao Jinmai: "What kind of makeup do you want to wear?"

"Just cover my dark circles and put on some light makeup, thank you."

Zhao Jinmai stepped forward and paused as she was speaking.

The smile on his face froze and gradually faded.

After carefully looking at Jiang Yang's face for a few seconds, a smile suddenly blossomed on her face, and her teeth were exposed: "You you you...you..."

Jiang Yang felt a little uneasy when he heard Zhao Jinmai mention "you" several times.

Recognized?

If he really recognized her, it means his makeup was a failure.

"What's wrong with me?" Jiang Yang asked.

Hearing Jiang Yang's broad and deep voice, the smile on Zhao Jinmai's face froze again.

wrong.

Not this voice.

She took a few steps closer, quickly scanned Jiang Yang's facial features, and her pupils dilated slightly.

The facial features are very similar.

The face shape is different. After not seeing him for a few days, I have become a little blurry about the appearance of the brother from McDonald.

In the space, you can see each other's photos.

They are all non-mainstream photos, ugly and embarrassing, completely different from the other person's temperament in McDonald's.

"You look a lot like a friend of mine. He should be a few years older than you." Zhao Jinmai blurted out.

"Daughter, speak Mandarin!" Hu Lin sat down on the sofa and reminded her.

Zhao Jinmai hastily changed the subject: "What I meant is that you and a friend of mine look a lot like each other."

"is it?"

Jiang Yang knew what was going on.

Even Zhao Jinmai didn't recognize him, which shows that his image change is acceptable.

Jiang Yang smiled and asked, "What's his name?"

"He, he's trash."

The smile on Jiang Yang's face froze, and he glanced directly at Hu Lin who was sitting on the sofa.

Hu Lin is very good at handling things.

She knew that the little guys on the crew were difficult to deal with.

A lot of negative news about celebrities comes from the mouths of low-level staff members of the crew.

And it was indeed the daughter who spoke inappropriately: "Daughter, apologize to them!"

"Sorry, brother, I slipped up."

Zhao Jinmai apologized sincerely.

At this moment, she was sure that she had definitely recognized the wrong person.

The makeup assistant in front of me is particularly petty. I clearly wasn't scolding him, but someone else, so why is he angry?

But this is the crew.

You can't lose your temper, otherwise it will affect your reputation in the industry.

This is something she must pay attention to on her acting career.

I'm scared of being scolded.

The precocity of child stars is not a talent, but the price of survival.

Zhao Jinmai sat in front of the dressing mirror, put her schoolbag aside, and leaned back in the chair.

Take the opportunity to get some sleep.

Last night, while my mother was asleep, I played Candy Crush on the computer and overdid it. When I woke up, it was already three o'clock.
The time when my mother is asleep every day is a rare moment of freedom for me.

My mother woke me up at six o'clock.

So tired.

Jiang Yang glanced at the cosmetics on the table.

Concealer, primer, and liquid foundation are all available.

It’s not difficult to cover up dark circles and put on light makeup.

He put his cell phone on the table in case there was any news from Yang Chaoyue and Huang Lei that he would not be able to receive in time.

First use the orange-pink concealer, lightly tap Zhao Jinmai's tear trough, and pat it with your fingertips.

Use a concealer brush to draw an inverted triangle vertically to avoid applying to the bags under the eyes.

Then use a liquid concealer that is one shade lighter than Zhao Jinmai's skin color, draw a line on the tear trough, and pat it lightly with a sponge.

"Hmm, that feels good!" Zhao Jinmai murmured, "You're much more professional than the makeup assistant on my previous set."

"Really? Thank you." Jiang Yang smiled.

Is it really important to be comfortable when putting on makeup? It's not a massage.

Most likely, she felt that what she said before was inappropriate and wanted to ease the relationship with him.

"Sorry, I just said rubbish, it wasn't directed at you, I was cursing someone else, that guy..."

Zhao Jinmai felt it necessary to remedy the situation.

This is to prevent this makeup assistant from spreading rumors that I was disrespectful to others on the crew.

I thought for a while, but couldn't think of how to describe the McDonald's brother. Thinking back to the time I saw his space, there was always a sense of disconnection between his real image and his image:

"That guy is a non-mainstream person."

Jiang Yang said nothing and applied foundation to Zhao Jinmai with an expressionless face.

Apply primer to the middle of your face to create a visually plump effect and visibly brighten your complexion.

Hu Lin's cell phone rang.

It’s Wang Jun calling.

After answering the phone and chatting for a while, Hu Lin stood up and said, "My girl, Director Wang will be here soon. He thinks highly of you. I'm going to go talk to him about your schedule first. After all, you still have to study and can't stay on set all day. Director Wang needs to coordinate with you to adjust the pace. After you finish your makeup, go straight to the audition area. Teacher Huang Lei will be there later."

"Good mother."

Hu Lin had just left.

When Zhao Jinmai saw Jiang Yang's cell phone on the table, she suddenly became alert.

She gave a sweet fake smile: "Brother, do you want to use your phone now?"

"No, I'm putting makeup on you."

"Can you let me play for a while? I don't need to do anything else, just log in to QQ and check my space."

"You play."

"Thank you, brother."

Jiang Yang unlocked his phone, logged out of his QQ, and handed it to Zhao Jinmai.

Zhao Jinmai logged into her QQ, clicked on Jiang Yang's profile picture, and sent a message: "Today I met a guy who looked exactly like you. What a bad luck! He made my mom scold me. I'll talk to you in detail when I have time."

It is not convenient for crew members to play with their mobile phones for a long time, and if it gets out, it will affect their reputation.

From a young age, we should not only control our smiles, but also our words and actions.

Brush a few spaces.

Log out of your QQ.

While putting the phone on the table, Zhao Jinmai saw that the other party's QQ password was automatically logged in, so she helped the other party log in.

Just about to put it on the table.

The phone vibrates.

Find out a message: [Chibi Maru-chan: I ran into a guy today who looked a lot like you. What a bad luck! My mom scolded me. I'll tell you more about him later when I have time.]
Zhao Jinmai's pupils dilated slightly in an instant.

He felt his back strength and leaned forward to confirm the content of the message.

Did you really just post it yourself?

Why did it appear on the makeup assistant’s mobile QQ?
Her neck stiffened and her throat rolled.

there is only one truth.

She looked back, tilted her head, raised her voice, lowered her eyebrows in confusion, and asked tentatively:

"Little guy, is it really you? I'm your Candy Crush master. My mom is gone, so stop pretending to be a fool."
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