Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 44 Is this Yang Chaoyue? I don’t even recognize him

Time was running out, so the two stopped arguing.

Jiang Yang talked about the changes in makeup:

"Makeup, hair, clothes, these all need to be changed. We'll talk about behavior later."

Jiang Yang himself is not good at beggar styling.

By guiding Yang Chaoyue, he can become good at it: "Let's mess up the hair first."

"it is good."

Yang Chaoyue untied the rubber band that tied her high ponytail, and her soft and shiny hair fell over her shoulders.

"Your hair is too smooth and shiny. We need to find a way."

"I can do it, Brother Yang!"

Yang Chaoyue grabbed the old dust from the corner of the wall and rubbed it on his hair, dimming its luster.

Then grab a handful of flour and mix it with the dust to make your hair rough.

Finally, tie your hair loosely with a black headband to create the effect of not having taken care of your hair for a long time.

[Under your care, Yang Chaoyue's ability to create a female beggar's makeup has increased. You have received feedback, and the female beggar's makeup ability has increased by 1.]

"Brother Yang, I don't know how to do beggar makeup." Time was running out, Yang Chaoyue's knuckles turned white as he clutched the script, and the hem of his cheap chiffon skirt was blown close to his calves by the cold wind.

"Is your makeup case in your bag?"

"Here I am."

"You memorize your lines."

Seeing him take out the makeup box from Yang Chaoyue's bag and open the foundation and eyeshadow boxes, Yang Chaoyue was quite surprised: "Brother Yang, do you know makeup?"

"If you don't memorize your lines fluently, no matter how good your makeup is, it will be useless."

Yang Chaoyue stopped disturbing Jiang Yang, closed his eyes, and even breathed very lightly.

While silently reciting her lines, she only felt Jiang Yang applying light foundation and brown eye shadow on her forehead, eye sockets, cheeks, chin and around her nose.

"Lower your head."

Jiang Yang suddenly pinched her chin and ran his thumb, stained with gray-brown eyeshadow, across her cheekbone: "Beggars don't hold their heads high."

"Oh, okay."

Yang Chaoyue responded, lowered his head slightly, and even breathed very lightly. He could only feel Jiang Yang's hot breath mixed with the aroma of flour and wheat blowing behind his ears.

Tiny bumps instantly appeared on her neck, but she held her nerve and didn't dare to move away, for fear of affecting Jiang Yang's makeup application.

After opening his eyes and looking at himself in a small mirror, Yang Chaoyue discovered that his entire face looked dirty as if he had not washed it for a long time.

His eyes looked sunken than usual, hungry and tired, with a blank and confused look to them.

Brother Yang really knows how to put on makeup!
Were you a cashier in a cosmetics store before?
Jiang Yang squatted down and used a velvet brush dipped in foundation and eye shadow to smear on Yang Chaoyue's thigh, simulating the shape of a stain.

The palm of the hand touched the white skin of Yang Chaoyue's thigh, which felt smooth, soft and itchy.

It’s a pity that this snow-white skin will soon be stained.

Yang Chaoyue lowered her eyes and saw flour on Jiang Yang's eyelashes. When the makeup brush swept across the inside of her thigh, Yang Chaoyue subconsciously bent forward, her heart beating faster and faster.

She suddenly remembered the workshop director on the textile factory assembly line who always liked to take advantage of the female workers by giving them instructions.

But Jiang Yang's touch was dry and warm, with a reassuring strength.

Then there were a few tearing sounds.

The hem of Yang Chaoyue's chiffon skirt was torn into several irregular pieces.

Then she lifted the skirt up and tied it at the waist with a hemp rope from the noodle stall, making the skirt look like a short beggar's outfit, revealing her dirty legs.

Then tie the remaining hemp rope around the wrists and ankles. Beggars in ancient times would never have access to a cotton coat to keep warm, and in winter they could only tie these hemp ropes made of straw around their bodies to keep warm.

"How do you remember the lines?"

"remember."

Yang Chaoyue recited the lines written by Jiang Yang fluently.

Kang Wen hasn't come out of the inn yet, he must still be busy setting up the props.

There is still time to prepare.

"Finally, it's about the beggar's manners. I'll just tell you the key points. Remember as much as you can. The beggar hasn't had a full meal in a long time and is weak, so when he walks, he hunches over and drags his feet..."

At the inn not far away on the same street, Yan Min stood in the middle of the lobby paved with rough stone slabs, watching the main door replaced with a double wooden door and the windows replaced with closely spaced mullion windows covered with white paper.

These are doors and windows that are consistent with the Three Kingdoms period.

"It's too new. Can we get old doors and windows? And the window lattice sections are so shiny that you can see people's reflections in them. Where did the people of the Three Kingdoms get the tung oil for polishing?" Yan Min took off the walkie-talkie and talked a few words to the prop instructor, then asked Kang Wen who was looking at the plaque design drawing on the side.

"Director Yan, it's really too late."

Kang Wen had a bitter face: "The filming starts tomorrow, time is too tight, and I haven't even finished auditioning for extras yet. How about making some holes and stains look old?"

"This simple aging process is not realistic, and the audience will feel less immersed." Yan Min frowned.

"We're not shooting a movie, so we don't need to be so picky about the details of the props. It's too expensive."

Kang Wen was really helpless.

He was called in, and after finishing the inn's furnishings, he followed Yan Min to review the lobby tables and chairs. The wardrobes in the guest rooms had to be replaced with double-leaf wardrobes, and the iron pots, spatulas, spoons, and other utensils on the kitchen stove had to be rust-free.

These furniture items that are typical of the Three Kingdoms period may not all be included in the filming process.

It’s no wonder that the production crew of “Extreme Challenge” is always short of funds. With such strict requirements, it costs a lot of money.

If it were any other variety show director, he would have gotten away with it long ago.

Who would go through so much trouble? Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all share the money we saved?

This is Yan Min's style of directing variety shows, paying great attention to the audience's senses.

"You say I'm nitpicking, what's wrong with you?" Yan Min glanced at Kang Wen.

He wrote down a few key points for the set designer, then turned around and said to Kang Wen, "Your standards for selecting extras are much higher than mine. Isn't it a waste of money to spend on extras?"

"That's different. The audience is watching the interaction between the characters. The interaction between the MC guests and the extras is also a big attraction. The two extras signed by Canxing today are very good, one male and one female. They are waiting for my audition at the noodle stall."

“Which noodle stall?”

"It's the noodle stall on this street. They don't use a wood stove, they use coal. Anyway, you can't see it when you take the photo."

"Hey, go, go, stop talking so much. Go and try your part. I've heard you say it several times. Come over here as soon as you're done."

Yan Min waved his hand and drove Kang Wen away.

Turning back to watch Kang Wen walk out of the inn, he pondered, "During the Three Kingdoms period, affected by the war, ordinary people had few ways to run businesses. Were there any noodle stalls?"

Yan Min took out his cell phone to look up information.

If it doesn't conform to the historical background, the noodle stall must be removed. Kang Wen would not oppose him on such a small matter.

Kang Wen just stepped out of the inn and looked towards the noodle stall. His expression seemed to be suddenly frozen and his eyes widened.

The two extras found bricks and wooden boards from somewhere and set up a table for diners in front of the noodle stall.

The water in the pot has boiled, and steam is rising in the cold wind.

Jiang Yang was wearing an apron and standing in front of the stall with his sleeves rolled up. The muscles of his forearms rose and fell with the rolling pin, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his skin.

Skillfully rolling out the dough.

At first glance, he is obviously playing the role of a noodle stall owner.

There was a small bowl of cooked noodles next to the stove.

It is worth noting that Jiang Yang's face is dark and his skin is rough, as if he has been exposed to wind and sun outdoors for a long time.

"She was so clean just now. Has the makeup artist been here?"

surely not.

The makeup artist won’t do makeup for extras easily because they haven’t passed the audition yet. They don’t have the time.

In other words, it was Jiang Yang and the girl named Yang Chaoyue who tinkered with it.

It really took some thought.

The dough for rolling out the noodles has been proofed and is placed on a floured chopping board. Jiang Yang is rolling it into thin sheets with a rolling pin, trying to roll it as evenly as possible.

"It seems this kid really knows how to roll noodles."

As they got closer, Kang Wen was quite absorbed in watching. If Jiang Yang were dressed in ancient clothes, it would look very natural.

What about that girl?

Why is Jiang Yang the only one here?

Only then did Kang Wen notice that a figure walked out from the propped-up dining table, near the alley.

He was hunched over, his steps were unsteady, and his hands were dirty.

His clothes were tattered, especially the cuffs and hems, which were torn into dirty black strips of cloth. His wrists and ankles were tied with hemp ropes, and his hair was disheveled and tied into clumps.

The face was unclean and looked dirty.

"Is this the girl named Yang Chaoyue?"

If Kang Wen had not carefully looked at Yang Chaoyue's stained thighs several times to confirm that he was not as skinny as a beggar, he would have thought that Yang Chaoyue, who was timidly walking towards the noodle stall, was a beggar who had sneaked into the film and television city.

no way.

Makeup and hairstyle can be changed in a short time, but body shape cannot be changed.

Kang Wen was quite surprised that Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue's makeup could be completed to such an extent in such a short time, especially Yang Chaoyue.

Kang Wen narrowed his eyes and stared at her fingernails, where there were real vegetable leaf scraps stuck in the cracks of her nails.

The knuckles were an unnatural bluish-white from being curled up for so long.

This must have been done with makeup. Being able to notice such details made Kang Wen even more curious about what the performance of the two would be like.

Kang Wen put his hands behind his back and walked over slowly. He met Jiang Yang's gaze and asked, "What are you selling?"

"Sir, I'm selling noodles. A bowl costs two cents. You can add any side dishes you want. For three cents, you can get minced chicken." Jiang Yang folded the rolled dough and grinned at Kang Wen.

"Give me a bowl of the cheapest clear soup noodles. There's constant war and no crops can grow in the fields, so how can we afford to eat meat?" Kang Wen responded.

Yang Chaoyue, who was hunched over and pretending to peek at the cash box of the stall, had his wrist trembled slightly.

Especially when he noticed that Director Kang passed by, sat down at the propped-up table, and was looking at him sharply, Yang Chaoyue knew that the audition had begun!

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