After Xu Qiao came in, eyes were glued to him from all directions.
The stylist who brought Xu Qiao over pushed out a row of clothes, took out a red dress and handed it to Xu Qiao.
The thin material has a high color saturation, and combined with the exaggerated embroidery and sequins, it looks a bit cheap.
Li Feifei was feeling somewhat apprehensive. It was such a cold day and wearing such clothes was like wearing nothing at all.
The stylist pointed across the street and said, "The dressing room is over there. Do you want my help?"
"Thank you, I'll do it myself." Xu Qiao's eyes curved into a crescent, and he glanced at Li Feifei beside him, "Fei Fei, wait here for me."
The dressing room was built temporarily because there was not enough space, so the dressing room was arranged on the other side and shared with the crew next door.
Hooking his fingers on the clothes hanger, Xu Qiao walked to the locker room. There were not many people in there at the moment. He entered the room in the corner, slid the door latch down and closed it.
After taking off his down jacket, a chill came over him. Xu Qiao also took off his sweater and thermal underwear, leaving only his underwear, and began to change into the red dress.
This dress was not only thin and light, but also very slippery. I couldn't hold it in place with one hand when I put it on, and it kept sliding down my shoulders.
When I put on my clothes and tied my belt, the door behind me that was closed suddenly shook. I don't know how it opened, and a gust of cold wind came in.
When Xu Qiao heard the voice, he turned around and saw a man in his twenties standing outside.
He is very tall, with broad shoulders, a thin waist and long legs. He is dressed in ancient costume, wearing a moon-white robe that is well-cut and exquisitely embroidered, and a high-end gray cashmere scarf around his neck that doesn't match his appearance.
Judging from the thin down jacket on his arm, his wig removed and his wet short hair, he must have come here to change clothes after filming.
Xu Qiao raised his chin slightly and reminded him: "There should be other dressing rooms, right?"
The other person's sharp eyes looked Xu Qiao up and down.
Xu Qiao's thin red dress fell halfway to her waist, leaving her shoulders and back mostly exposed. In the dim light of the dressing room, her dress looked a bit like the warm color of mutton-fat jade.
Noticing that his eyes were fixed on her bare back, Xu Qiao calmly pulled her clothes in place.
He said nothing, casually pushed up the wet short hair that had fallen on his forehead, and turned away.
Xu Qiao saw him leave and closed the door again.
When I lowered the door buckle, I found that the buckle was very loose. The door must have slid down by itself and then opened.
After tidying up his clothes and putting on his down jacket, Xu Qiao opened the door and walked out of the small room. After taking just two steps, his foot stepped on a hardwood sign.
He moved his feet and saw that it was a wooden sign with a rope on it. He picked it up and saw that it said: For Xu Siyi only.
Standing up, Xu Qiao noticed that there was a nail on the locker room door where the sign should have been hung.
"Xu-Si-Yi." Xu Qiao repeated in a low voice, remembering that Li Feifei had told him before joining the crew that Xu Siyi was in the crew next door.
So this dressing room is not a public one, it is Xu Siyi’s exclusive dressing room.
So the young man just now—
Xu Qiao took out his cell phone and typed the name into the search bar. The webpage jumped and the man who appeared in the picture was indeed the one from before.
In the picture, he has superior facial features, and he looks down at the camera with his chin raised, which gives a very oppressive feeling.
After continuing to look through the encyclopedia and the latest news, Xu Qiao had a rough idea of how popular this person was now.
Occupying half of the entertainment industry's traffic, it seems that it is undergoing a transformation this year, with fewer news reports, but its status in the entertainment industry is still something that I cannot achieve now.
Now, he is playing a Taoist master in the neighboring TV series "Hundred Ghosts".
…
No matter from which perspective, as someone in the circle, my behavior of not knowing the other party was extremely abnormal.
After hanging the sign back on the nail, Xu Qiao took a look at it and walked out.
Back in the dressing room, Li Feifei took the sweater and thermal underwear from Xu Qiao's arm. Seeing that his down jacket was empty except for the thin layer of red clothes, she couldn't help but ask worriedly, "Are you cold, brother?"
"Not bad." Xu Qiao nodded to the stylist in charge of him, indicating that he could start.
The stylist is a young girl. It's a rare opportunity to have a face as outstanding as Xu Qiao's to show off her talents, so she is eager to try and is very excited.
First, the stylist took the custom-made wig for Jin'er and used a brush to stick it on Xu Qiao little by little. When the wig was done, she looked at Xu Qiao without blinking, and praised him.
When the black hair falls down, it has a sense of ancient charm.
Even without makeup, Xu Qiao's skin is fair and bright, and the delicate luster makes the stylist envious.
Such good skin does not need foundation or concealer, and can fully withstand the test of high-definition cameras. The black hair falls down like flowing clouds, making the face look even more clear and delicate.
However, the excellent skin and bone structure make it difficult to put on makeup.
The stylist was a little hesitant, fearing that his skills were not up to par and that he would end up ruining the beauty of the face.
She placed the makeup brush against Xu Qiao's chin and examined him, thinking about the charming and flamboyant character of Jin'er in the play. After considering for a long time, she finally started to put makeup on him.
After applying and taking a long time to finish her makeup, Xu Qiao looked at herself in the mirror and frowned slightly.
The makeup is too heavy. Although she looks beautiful, I always feel like something is wrong.
A lot of contouring was used, the stylist wanted to cover up his masculine features and make his lines softer, so that he would look more like a woman. Although his contours were more delicate and softer than those of the average male star, he was not a real woman after all.
The stylist looked at Xu Qiao in the mirror and felt a little ashamed. It wasn't that she didn't look bad after the makeup. After all, she was good-looking and it wouldn't look any better no matter how much makeup she put on.
But now when I compare before and after, I find that she doesn’t look as good with makeup as Xu Qiao without makeup, which is really uncomfortable.
She coughed lightly and spoke uncomfortably: "This... Oh, let me put on makeup again! I may not be good at cross-dressing."
"No need to cross-dress. He is a prostitute, not a whore." Xu Qiao looked at himself in the mirror, with the corner of his lower lip curled up beautifully, "I'll try it myself."
The stylist had little experience and her skills were immature, so it was already good enough if she didn't make any mistakes. Asking her to do more would be too much of a hassle, so Xu Qiao thought it would be easier to do it herself.
"Brother, you can also put on makeup?" Li Feifei was a little surprised.
The stylist was also stunned for a moment, hesitating: "We will be taking the final makeup photos soon. If you don't do it well, it will be too late for me to redraw it."
"It's okay, it'll be quick." The dressing table was equipped with all the tools. Xu Qiao picked up the makeup remover cotton pad between two fingers, soaked it with makeup remover water, and slowly wiped off the overly heavy makeup on her face.
The people who were secretly watching Xu Qiao from the side felt that there was an indescribable flavor in his movements.
After removing the makeup, her face returned to its original purity, transparent and radiant under the light. The stylist came over to help wash her face and did the skin care routine.
While gently applying skin care to Xu Qiao, she asked worriedly, "Are you really doing it yourself?"
Xu Qiao nodded, a slight smile making him look extremely innocent.
He was once the most popular courtesan in the capital, and every move he made was full of charm, and his eyes were full of seductiveness. Countless people fell at his feet and spent a fortune to get close to him.
Xu Qiao knew very well how to make the most of one's face.
Jin'er is feminine and charming, with the pliability and handsomeness of a young boy. She looks completely like a woman, which is not a good choice.
Glancing at the messy bottles and jars on the dressing table, Xu Qiao picked up an eyebrow pencil and carefully traced and re-outlined his eyebrows.
The stylist was sitting on the side, feeling a little unconvinced that Xu Qiao was showing off, but as he watched, a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.
Xu Qiao's movements were a bit awkward at first, as if she hadn't touched makeup tools for a long time. Then she found the feel, and her movements became skillful. She outlined the eyebrow shape in a few strokes, with the tail of the eyebrow raised, creating a shallow, seductive arc.
It took more than ten minutes to complete the entire makeup.
Xu Qiao looked at herself in the mirror with black hair and red lips, and raised the corner of her mouth. She glanced at Li Feifei and the stylist who were watching from the side and said, "How is it?"
He had a clear and clean appearance, but this glance was beautiful and charming, with an indescribable charm in it.
There is both feminine gentleness and youthful handsomeness in his eyes and brows, blurring the line between gender. When he smiles, he looks a little worldly, just like Jin'er standing in front of him.
The stylist swallowed and nodded, unable to speak.
When Xu Qiao walked back to the set, Jiang Wen was explaining the play to the male and female leads.
The male lead is Si Cheng, a freshman at the Academy of Drama, who has just come of age. He was born as a child star and is known as the national younger brother, and has a good reputation among the public.
The female lead is Zhang Yinghui, who is older than Xu Qiao and Si Cheng. She is a girl from Sichuan and has been working in the film and television industry for several years, playing numerous minor roles. This is her first time playing the female lead.
"Si Cheng, Chun Yuyuan is a man with inner contradictions. When faced with the heroine's true feelings, he is delighted on the one hand, but terrified on the other hand—Why are you in a daze!"
As Jiang Wen was talking, he noticed that Si Cheng's eyes had gone blank and he was staring blankly to the side. He rolled up the script and tapped him on the forehead in a bad mood. Jiang Wen turned his head and followed Si Cheng's gaze.
When his eyes met the red color, Jiang Wen's eyelids twitched and a tingling sensation as if being pricked by a needle came up from somewhere.
At the side, many staff members also stopped their work and looked at Xu Qiao with some surprise. There was silence all around.
The red dress wrapped around his body, and the smile on his innocent face was blatantly ambiguous.
The highly saturated red color can make people with slightly darker skin look so tacky that even their own mother wouldn't recognize them. However, when worn on Xu Qiao, it makes her face look even whiter and more attractive, revealing a beauty that is both pure and sexy, like a beautiful blooming rose.
The bright red sleeves and the hem of the skirt fluttered lightly, attracting people's attention.
He is Jin'er, and no one is more suitable than him.
She is wantonly ostentatious, gorgeous and decadent to the core, blooming to the point of rotting.
This is Jin'er.
I have to say that she does have a face that a heroine in an idol drama should have. Her non-aggressive temperament makes it easy for people to like her at first sight, and there is no sense of incongruity in her playing the silly and sweet heroine.
Guan Han put the back of her hand on her cheek, sighed, looked at her agent with watery eyes, pouted and complained: "My face is almost dry from baking."
The manager was related to Guan Han and doted on her. Upon hearing this, he took the little suns a little further away and poured her a cup of hot water: "The conditions are not good, there is nothing we can do. Come on, Hanhan, drink some water. Let's go back and put on a facial mask."
Jiang Wen leaned to one side, and the irritation in his eyes could hardly be suppressed.
He looked at Guan Han who was surrounded by the little sun, and then looked at Si Cheng, Zhang Yinghui and other leading actors who were sitting aside, holding their not-so-hot hot water bags and silently flipping through the script. He felt very angry.
Guan Han's agent didn't say a word and asked people to bring all the small suns they could see to Guan Han's side. The only few in the crew were all offered to her, and even the one that Jiang Wen had specially left for Si Cheng to dry his clothes was taken away.
Although Jiang Wen usually scolded Si Cheng and the others, the children performed with real heart. Although he didn't say anything, he was satisfied in his heart.
Seeing Si Cheng's clothes soaked with cold water, and the child reading the script without a word of complaint, Jiang Wen was furious, and the photographer standing next to him was trembling with fear, afraid of being affected.
Jiang Wen's face was gloomy, and he suddenly looked at the young photographer. The photographer shuddered and asked cautiously: "Director?"
Jiang Wen raised the corner of his mouth with a forced smile, and under the photographer's horrified gaze, he reached out and held the hand that was controlling the direction of the camera.
The young photographer stammered, rather uncomfortably: "Director, what are you doing..."
Seeing his wavering eyes and tangled expression, Jiang Wen was stunned for a moment and said unhappily, "What are you thinking about?"
After a pause, Jiang Wen whispered, "Turn on the machine."
The photographer nodded in confusion and turned on the camera, not knowing what Jiang Wen was going to do.
Jiang Wen held his hand and moved it slightly, controlling the direction of the camera, sweeping across Guan Han, Si Cheng and others. The camera, which lasted less than ten seconds, was deliberately out of focus, and the camera was shaking, making it look like it was just randomly sweeping across.
"Okay, let's close it." Jiang Wen's gloomy expression faded a little, "Save this part, and don't tell anyone else."
The photographer hesitated for a moment, responded, and then asked hesitantly: "Director, what are you doing..."
Jiang Wen didn't answer him immediately, as if he was lost in thought. After a while, he sneered, "In case it comes in handy."
The photographer didn't dare to ask any more questions. He took a piece of dry cotton cloth to wipe the camera. When he looked up, he happened to see Xu Qiao who had returned from the dressing room.
In order to keep warm, the makeup artist originally planned to wrap him tightly with several layers of plastic wrap, but because it would somewhat affect his body shape, Xu Qiao refused and just put on a flowing white dress.
The already quiet set became even quieter when he walked out.
Guan Han and her agent were chatting and laughing, and their voices became increasingly abrupt in the extremely quiet studio. Sensing that something was wrong, Guan Han raised her head and looked in the direction of everyone's gaze.
The person who came out from the corner, his sleeves fluttering layer by layer, his skirt like a fluttering butterfly. He raised his head and looked at me with indifferent eyes, which reminded me of a black glass ball immersed in ice water.
Her white dress was whiter than snow, her figure was slender, her waist was thin, and her black hair fell behind her. She truly gave off an air of immortality.
The original novel uses sentences like "as if a light cloud covers the moon, as if snow is blown by the wind", "her figure is slender and graceful, and her height is just right." to describe Fairy Meng Xuan, comparing her to the Goddess of Luo River, describing her as unparalleled beauty with a stunning appearance.
Guan Han is certainly pretty, as evidenced by the popularity of several youth idol dramas she starred in. But it would be more accurate to describe her as the beauty of the class next door when she was in school.
She is fresh and attractive enough to be liked by others, but she is not fairy-like or spiritual, and she does not have the aloof and otherworldly temperament that a fairy like Meng Xuan should have.