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After reading the book, it was time to set the makeup. On that day, the spring was warm and the sun was sunny.
The studio selected two looks for the protagonist, the high-cold and ascetic style and the sunny and salty style. At present, there are an endless stream of male protagonists in the fan circle, and they are inseparable from these two styles. They satisfy most women's fantasies about their love partners.
The high-cold and ascetic style is a solution provided by the styling team hired by Rococo.
The sunshine salt system was requested by Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi has a soft spot for the tone of the screen in "Tokyo Love Story", so she found a Japanese stylist to try to make the web drama have the same texture.
Rococo looked around at the clothes provided by the Japanese team, frowning together.
"I said, this Song Xiaolan is so cold, and you still engage in the salt industry. The audience will definitely not like this clear soup!"
"Oh? Really? What do you like to watch?" Zhao Yi asked her with cold eyes.
"Overbearing president, iceberg beauty?"
Zhao Yi was thoughtful.
"Isn't this the aesthetics of the 1990s? Don't you get tired of watching it?"
Rococo casually replied: "Do you get tired of falling in love?"
The stereotyped domineering president, the iceberg beauty, is always a feminine male protagonist, readers will never get tired of it. It's like falling in love with a handsome and rich man, you won't get tired of it no matter how many times.
What Rococo said made sense, Zhao Yi agreed, and the two entered the studio one after the other.
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The staff pushed three rows of clothes racks back and forth to the studio.
When Zhao Yi went in, Song Xiaolan hadn't come yet. She hadn't had breakfast yet, and saw some steamed stuffed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk and the like on the dressing table, and asked the makeup artist, who said she had bought too much, so she ate them.
Being informal is probably the shortcoming of her glamorous temperament.
After eating a deep-fried dough stick, I still felt that it was not enough. I was about to eat steamed buns. I just took a bite and found out that it was a meat bun, so I frowned.
Luo Ke could see that he kicked over a trash can.
"Meat buns?"
Zhao Yi frowned and spat out the mouthful of steamed stuffed bun, then rinsed her mouth with soy milk, wanted to throw up, but couldn't spit it on the trash can, so she closed her eyes and swallowed it.
The unique smell of the meat buns mixed with meat sauce and oily smoke passes through the throat, making goose bumps all over the body.
Just as he opened his eyes, he wanted to hiss when he saw Song Xiaolan standing at the door.
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He had an indifferent look on his face, but he couldn't hide the disgust in his eyes.
The four eyes meet, cold and glamorous.
It's just the taste of meat buns, as for it?
Zhao Yi didn't feel embarrassed, so she naturally looked away, drank a few mouthfuls of soy milk, and gulped it down.
There was still some milky white soybean milk hanging from the corner of her mouth, every time she grunted and rolled her throat, Song Xiaolan frowned.
What he was thinking, only he knew.
Song Xiaolan came in after Rococo called the aunt who came to do the cleaning to take out the trash can.
Ah Chen, who was following behind him, had a grinning face, and said, "Hi, Director Zhao! I have known you for a long time, and this time we can finally cooperate!"
Zhao Yi felt the smell of meat buns all over her body, and felt very uncomfortable, so she forced a smile.
"Nice to meet you."
"I don't like meat buns either, I don't like the taste."
Zhao Yi gave another official and polite smile, "It's fate, it's fate." Looking at Song Xiaolan who had already sat down and putting on makeup, she remembered what happened when Ah Chen left him in her studio, and asked, "You bring a lot of artists. ah"
Ah Chen: "I can't help it, there are a lot of newcomers who are going to debut recently!"
Zhao Yi nodded, and politely replied: "Well, that's really hard work for you! Sister Hua, how are you?"
"Okay, okay, director Zhao, don't worry, we Xiaolan will definitely not let you down!"
The two of you talked with each other, and Zhao Yi didn't come to the front of the camera until Rococo said that the lighting was ready.
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Song Xiaolan first tried the high-cold abstinence system.
it's too cold.
The makeup artist tied his brown hair into a bun, his bangs were slightly rolled up, his temples were clean, there were no broken hair, and he had a pair of silver stud earrings.
The upper body is a gray silk shirt, and the lower body is black trousers.
Those star-studded eyes were originally lonely, but against the background of this high-cold gray color, it made people feel a sense of distance, as if they would lose their mind if they were an inch closer to him.
Zhao Yi lost his mind.
It's the first time I've seen so many handsome men and beauties who are as unearthly as him.
"How about it? Let me say that the abstinence department is suitable, you see, it can't be released to fascinate little girls?"
Rococo was talking to himself.
Zhao Yi came back to her senses, took the script and pretended to look at it.
Rococo pushed her with an elbow, "Do you think so?"
Zhao Yi raised her eyes, her gaze flickered slightly, "Yes, what you said is correct."
"Then how about you, do you still try?"
"What do you think?"
"I said, no need, let's make this set?"
"To try."
Zhao Yi turned around and said to the stylist standing aside: "It's too cold, let's add some warmer colors."
The stylist had to follow suit.
Song Xiaolan changed her top to a gray striped knitted cardigan with a striped shirt.
Simple and textured, the striped elements of different widths are quite layered, the stitching of the white shirt collar adds a little freshness, and the twill tie is exquisite and elegant, like a person walking out of a painting.
Zhao Yi smiled softly: "It's so good, it's warmer."
Rococo and Ah Chen also nodded.
"It looks good too."
Song Xiaolan stood under the light and looked at Zhao Yi, as if she had put on a filter, and the woman was still smiling under the filter, like a monster.
In order to protect his sanity, he tried hard to imagine her spitting out soy milk.
During the conversation, he didn't look at Zhao Yi anymore, even though Zhao Yi lost his eyes several times, he just didn't answer.
Zhao Yi felt very strange, what do you mean? Talking to the director is so arrogant? Is this how rookies behave?
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During the break, Rococo brought a cup of coffee to Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi thought over and over again, and asked, "Ke Ke, where did Song Xiaolan come from?"
"ah?"
Rococo was stumped by her unreasonable question. Tilting his head and thinking about it for a while, he looked at Zhao Yi with bright eyes: "Don't you know? Sister Hua's newcomer!"
yes! what else? If it was the second generation rich, their father would have already spent money here, why are you still so busy shooting online dramas?
Rococo was so small in his heart that he turned around, and he turned away.
Zhao Yi pulled her back again, hesitatingly said: "I mean" His hands made a gesture of a relationship between a man and a woman
Rococo showed embarrassment: "How do I know"
"Oh, I don't know"
"Why do you care so much about Song Xiaolan! What do you want?"
Zhao Yi looked at her coldly, "I just want to make this show well."
Well, that's all.
Rococo looked at her suspiciously.
"Don't make other people's ideas, you have enough black material, I don't want to clean up the mess for you again."
Zhao Yi didn't bother to talk to her, and couldn't see Song Xiaolan's figure, so she went out to look around, and finally found him in the alley on the first floor.
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He was still wearing the makeup test clothes.
I just watched it in the shed and didn't think much of it.
He stood under the tree, his figure was well proportioned, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on his body, like a halo of light, and everything around him was inferior.
However, he had a thermos in his hand.
Zhao Yi walked over, bent over and tilted her head to look up at him.
"What's in it?"
Perhaps it was because her footsteps were too light. Facing the sudden greeting, Song Xiaolan was slightly taken aback, and looked at Zhao Yi with starry eyes.
Zhao Yi also looked at him.
Xingchen smiled at Nuan.
"Goji berries."
Zhao Yi wanted to laugh, but held back.
It was only later that Song Xiaolan told her that the smile in her eyes at that time was grandiose and she couldn't hide it at all. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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