But Jiang Se has very good skin, so she has to rely on the makeup artist's skills.
She first applied primer on Jiang Se, and then selected a foundation and brushed it on. This was a big job, as she had to apply it on not only the face, but also the neck, arms, fingers and legs.
When applying the base, one must also pay attention to the evenness and depth of the color. The makeup artist and his assistant spent more than ten minutes in total to complete this work.
No one knew when Zhao Rang came. When he came earlier, Jiang Se had her eyes closed while putting on makeup. When she opened her eyes, she saw him hugging her chest and looking at herself in the mirror. He was obviously satisfied with Jiang Se's pale and lifeless face and nodded.
However, the makeup artist looked at Xia Chaoqun, who was crossing her arms, with some concern. Even though she didn't say a word, her aura was already very strong just by standing there.
Jiang Se is an artist under her. This kind of makeup makes her look older than before, which is a damage to the artist's image. The makeup artist was worried that she would find fault and stop her, but until her first job was completed, no one from Xia Chaoqun to Mo Anqi and even Jiang Se stopped her.
This made the makeup artist breathe a sigh of relief, and he picked up an eyeshadow brush. After thinking it over, he applied shadow around Jiang Se's eyes and some lavender shadow on her lower eyelids to create the feeling of a little bit of eye bags.
She had lost a lot of weight, and her face became smaller, which made her eyes look even bigger. Coupled with the faint bags under her eyes, she immediately looked older and more tired.
"Very good." Zhao Rang looked at it for a while and nodded with satisfaction.
The mirror showed the image of a tired, thin woman with loose hair. Because of the makeup on her eye bags, she looked much more decadent. Zhao Rang thought for a moment and said, "Add a few more fine lines, and," he walked around and pointed in the direction of Jiang Se's eyes:
"Make the dark circles heavier."
After losing her daughter, Zhang Yuqin must have had trouble falling asleep. The script also mentioned that she had insomnia all night long and couldn't fall asleep at all. She always heard her daughter calling her sweetly in her dreams: "Mom."
So she suffers from severe insomnia and her dark circles are very noticeable.
The makeup artist nodded, feeling a little reluctant to touch up this originally beautiful face.
Once the shadow was applied, her complexion became even more gray, and she looked a little gloomy. Her blush was mainly dark brown. After finishing her makeup, Jiang Se looked at herself in the mirror again. Her facial features were still the same, but she gave people a completely different feeling.
“Pay attention to your hair, too.”
After Zhao Rang was satisfied with the makeup, his eyes fell on Jiang Se's hair. She had well-maintained hair, but what Zhang Yuqin needed least was maintenance, especially after her daughter's accident. She had no time to care about her image, so the hairstylist first clipped Jiang Se's hair into a mess, and then tied it into a bun for her, with a few strands falling on her forehead. At Zhao Rang's signal, the makeup artist even took out the gray-white mascara and carefully applied it a few times between Jiang Se's hair to create the feeling of a few strands of white hair, trying her best to meet Zhao Rang's requirements in terms of details.
By the time she finished cleaning up and putting on makeup, it had been nearly two hours. The sun was shining brightly outside. Jiang Se sat for a long time, stretching her hands.
The crew members have already started moving. She looked at the script. In order to make her lips look dry and dehydrated, Jiang Se did not dare to drink a sip of water from morning till now, no matter how thirsty she was.
After the crew members confirmed that everything was correct, Zhao Rang made a gesture, and the script supervisor shouted over the loudspeaker, Jiang Se walked to the position where he was going to enter the camera at the beginning and indicated that he was ready.
This time it was just a test shoot. Jiang Se followed the positioning from yesterday, and the extras also followed. The lighting technician memorized the positions of several people, and the photographer adjusted the lens and confirmed that everything was correct. She touched up her makeup again, and the rehearsal lasted until after one o'clock in the afternoon before the official shooting began.
Due to the shooting location and lighting, in addition to the sound-collecting microphone, the recording assistant arranged a wireless headset for her and carefully hid it in her clothes to facilitate the adjustment of the sound output later. After that, he left the performance circle.
In fact, Jiang Se hasn't had a drink of water since she got up in the morning. It's past noon, and with this makeup on, she hasn't finished filming her scenes for the day, so naturally she can't eat.
She slowly walked into the camera, imagining how Zhang Yuqin looked when she stepped into her former residence, with her head lowered and her shoulders drooping a little, making her look even more dejected.
The neighbors around her walked slowly past her, as if they recognized her and were greeting her, but she was like a wandering soul, turning a deaf ear to the greetings.
These people looked at her with sympathy in their eyes, and she knew that they felt that something had happened to her Zhuzhu.
The photographer carried the equipment and sat on a makeshift dolly, sliding to take pictures of her face.
Zhao Rang was sitting in the distance and saw Jiang Se's face through the viewfinder. At this moment, her eyes were lifeless, like a wandering soul.
In Liu Ye's studio that day, Zhao Rang actually saw her improvisational performance. Her acting with Liu Ye at that time showed that she was not just a vase, which made Liu Ye agree to work with her.
But Jiang Se's performance at this time was not worse than hers then, and was even better.
That dejected feeling seemed to come from the bottom of her heart and spread out from the inside out. The camera was aimed at her face, capturing all her expressions. The wind blew her hair, and her steps were heavy. Even in the nearly twenty-second long shot, she didn't blink, and maintained herself in a state of emptiness, but with her lips tightly pursed, blending indifference with stubbornness, showing a woman who was like a walking corpse who had lost her soul to the fullest!
"Very good!"
Zhao Rang clenched one fist and hit her other palm. She also paid attention to details, such as her faint breathing, her unusually heavy footsteps, and even her loose and ill-fitting old clothes. Her depression was fully displayed without her having to express it in words.
"OK!"
Zhao Rang waved his hand and without wasting any time, he went straight to the next part of filming.
The next part is that she returned to the Deng family and had a conversation with Deng Hai.
Everyone around knew that something had happened to the Deng family. Something had happened to Zhuzhu, the only daughter of the Deng family. From the moment she knew about the accident, Zhang Yuqin went home less often. Over the past few months, she had run all over the neighborhood, looking for Zhuzhu's whereabouts.
When she was thirsty, she would just drink some water; when she was hungry, she would buy something to fill her stomach. The reason she was still alive was entirely because she wanted to find out the whereabouts of her daughter and was determined to see her alive or dead.
She returned to the Deng family. The door of her home, which she had not seen for several months, felt somewhat familiar yet somewhat strange.
In the past, Zhuzhu would move a small table and do her homework outside while waiting for her to come home. (To be continued)