Tong Anzhi greeted Qingcheng to sit next to her to chat.
After Qingcheng sat down, she saw that the makeup artist continued to apply makeup to Tong Anzhi's face, carefully and meticulously adding brush strokes.
The makeup artist took the time to praise a green orange: "Your skin is so good. What did you learn? Your temperament looks good."
"Thank you. I studied drama directing."
Tong Anzhi asked, "A drama director? Did you come here to be interested in Kunqu Opera?"
"Uh." Qingcheng can't figure out how to answer. It seems impolite to say that she is not interested in front of other actors, but she will not lie, "I actually don't know much about Kunqu Opera, and I'm here to meet the world today."
"Haha, then I will try to make you have a good impression of Kunqu Opera." Tong Anzhi thought of something, and added, "I thought you were here for Su Po, he has gained a lot of fans recently, and he envy me to death. ."
"No." She said calmly, because it really wasn't.
The makeup artist smiled and said, "I brought my sister to Mr. Su to ask for an autograph. She was so excited that she almost cried."
Tong Anzhi said: "Super is really gentle and kind to fans, but to us, his mouth can sometimes be poisonous."
The makeup artist didn't believe it: "How come, I think Mr. Su is a gentleman."
"That's all an illusion."
Qingcheng watched his eyes, nose, nose, and heart on the side, and listened as still as a mountain.
Because Tong Anzhi was wearing makeup, he couldn't keep talking, so he basically just talked occasionally.
After the makeup was done, the makeup artist gave her a patch on her head. Qingcheng watched all the way, and felt that it was really not easy for opera actors. When everything was done, Tong Anzhi stood up and moved the lotus step lightly, no matter the face or the posture, it seemed to make people feel that they had traveled back to ancient times.
She walked in front of Qingcheng, Huiji smiled and asked, "Is the thrush deep and shallow?"
Qingcheng, as a talented student in the directing department, entered the show quite quickly: "Yun likes clothes and flowers, and the spring breeze blows on the threshold of Revlon. Beautiful."
Tong Anzhi Wanfu: "Thank you for your kindness and kindness. Thank you very much."
Qingcheng hurriedly supported Tong Anzhi's arm and said, "May you know my heart."
It made the other two laugh, and the makeup artist said, "Is it the first time you two meet today?"
Gong Hao was almost done shooting here, he put away the guy and said to Qingcheng, "Let's go, let's shoot Su Po."
Qingcheng naturally didn't want to go to Su Po's dressing room, but thinking that Tong Anzhi might still need to prepare before the performance, she stopped bothering her and said to Tong Anzhi, "Then I'll go out first, and I'll see you later. wonderful performance.”
"Okay."
So, Qingcheng followed Gong Hao out the door.
As soon as she went out, Qingcheng said, "I'm not going to see the male protagonist." She shook her phone and said, "I have something to do. Let's watch it on stage later."
Gong Hao didn't think about it and said, "That's fine."
But there's something really wrong with Green Orange - the phone is dead.
She looked around and saw that there was only a socket in the corner beyond the ironing board. The costumes that had been placed on the table had been taken away, so she walked over, took out the charger from her bag, and leaned against the corner of the table to start charging.
She clicked on Weibo and swiped, looked at cats and dogs, looked at jokes and food, and finally didn't know what was wrong, so she searched for "Supo", and a bunch of similar names popped up, but soon She found the person she was looking for, because he had a lot of fans, and he was still V.
Qingcheng looked at the head portrait of "Kunqu Opera Xiaosheng Su Po"—a back figure in a costume and standing in the backlight. After hesitating for a while, she clicked in. I scrolled down a few articles, all of which were drama news. For example, the latest one said: Tonight, wait for you. The attached picture is a nine-square grid filled with posters and stills of "The Story of the West Tower". In her opinion, this content is very stylized, but the fans in the comment area responded very naughty, something like "I'm here, the male god marry me", something like "Tonight, teach you to be sympathetic"...
Qingcheng closed the comments and continued to brush his Weibo. There is no one here at the moment, so she simply sits by the table and brushes.
His Weibo was launched two years ago, and there were only a hundred or so posts in total, and it didn't take long to get to the bottom.
His first post was: I'm Super, where are you
Qingcheng thought boredly, I am no more than thirty or forty meters away from you.