Jiang Cheng was also quite surprised by the lip model Gu Fei mentioned. Ding Zhuxin and her friends seemed to be both mentally ill. Ding Zhuxin designed the begging uniform, and the pictures that came with it were in a trance and high-quality. He had seen Gu Fei show her the post-production. pictures, all kinds of unpredictable or small fresh copywriting, and her friend is looking for a man to put on lipstick and take pictures...
However, it seems that the money is a lot. For a novice like him who is completely inexperienced, he can almost make up more than half of the money already given to Li Baoguo and about to be given to Li Baoguo after a few days of filming.
Jiang Cheng didn't care if he put on lipstick or not. After all, he even wore a mad primitive. After all, he was a handsome guy with good looks and figure, so he was not afraid of any neurotic dressing. He felt that he would not be able to take a lipstick photo. Hard to see where to go.
"I originally wanted to push the time to the summer vacation," Gu Fei said, "but they are in a hurry and can't wait. I think the time they set is a week before the final exam, will it affect it?"
"No." Jiang Cheng said.
"Where's your review time?" Gu Fei asked.
"Sleep one hour later," Jiang Cheng glanced at him, "Learn a little bit, scumbag."
"I spend most of the fragmented time sleeping." Gu Fei smiled.
After going to Wang Xu's house to eat the pie, it seems that everything has returned to the previous state.
Generally speaking, Jiang Cheng has two ways to deal with things that trouble him but can’t solve. One is to keep thinking about it, thinking over and over again, until in the end, this matter has lost its original power. When I think about it again, there will be a numb feeling, such as those affirmations that seem to never be obtained. After getting used to it, he will no longer feel any more. The other is buried in his heart, never touching it again, and deliberately avoiding , will be really forgotten at some point, such as those cool accusations that never end.
The matter of Li Baoguo, Jiang Cheng used the latter method, this kind of too tragic ending is not suitable for repeated thinking and reappearance, he buried it in his heart, and tried his best not to touch it again.
Li Hui didn't inform him of any news. A few days later, when Li Hui and his sister-in-law came to the school with a receipt for 3,000 yuan, they didn't even tell him the time of Li Baoguo's cremation.
"Wait for me to see," Jiang Cheng stood at the school gate, took a close look at the receipt, and recognized the pile of dog-shit-like words. Fortunately, he was more experienced in dealing with his own words for a long time. After finishing, he took out a box of ink pads from his pocket, which he borrowed from Lao Xu's office before he came out. "Press a handprint, and press it on your name."
"You can't finish it!" Li Hui became furious, "What the hell is your handprint! It's only 3,000 goddamn dollars, you think you got 3 million!"
"Well, the three thousand dollars are just the two of you to get it together," Jiang Cheng sneered, "If you press it or not, the money will not be given to you without this handprint. Someday you will turn around and say that this word is imitated by me. , where am I going to reason."
Li Hui opened his eyes and wanted to move forward, when Wang Xu's roar came from behind him: "What the hell! Is it over? Do you need some brothers to go out and help!"
There were a few people standing in the school gate, Gu Fei, Wang Xu, Lu Xiaobin and Guo Xu. Among these people, Gu Fei knew what was going on, and Wang Xu knew about it. Lu Xiaobin and Guo Xu were both called by Wang Xu. To support the scene, a few people put their faces on the side and slammed into the place. There was a stance that they could push the school gate down to fight at any time. The guards were a little nervous, and Li Hui naturally lost his voice.
"Fuck." Li Hui took the ink pad, dipped it with his thumb, and pressed it on the receipt.
"Okay," Jiang Cheng looked at his fingerprints, and it was quite clear. He took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Li Hui, "Stop it."
Li Hui pressed the fire and rubbed the envelope open and glanced at it. He didn't count, turned and walked away with a dark face.
Jiang Cheng looked at their backs and let out a long sigh of relief.
When he turned around and walked to the school, Gu Fei smiled at him, and he also curled the corner of his mouth.
After relaxing, he felt a little disappointed. Li Hui didn't seem to have any feeling about Li Baoguo's death, and he was very confident even when he asked for money. He really couldn't understand what kind of mentality this was.
After the Li Baoguo affair was over, it seemed that everything was over. Jiang Cheng buried this matter in his heart, and even Pan Zhi didn’t tell him. If Pan Zhi never mentioned this person again, he probably would never take the initiative to talk about it. this matter.
Life and death, I think it's amazing.
A person just disappeared, from one kind of talk to another kind of talk, out of the streets of the steel factory, no one will know that such a person has existed, and no one will know that this person is. Leave like this.
How he lived, how he died, exists only in the distant memories of the pitiful few.
Jiang Cheng suddenly felt that he was frighteningly small. Where did he come from, how did he live, how he struggled, how he worked hard, and where he was going in the end, it was just a story no one knew.
Only oneself knows whether it is up or down, only oneself.
It took another week for Lao Xu, who was like an old hen, to find him to talk. The topic was not Li Baoguo, but the final exam that was coming in a week.
Jiang Cheng looked at Lao Xu, and suddenly felt that the uncle's emotional intelligence had strangely improved.
"How's your review going?" Lao Xu asked him and handed him a kraft paper file bag, "Here are some papers I found for you, do you have time to look at them?"
"Well," Jiang Cheng took the document bag, "It's alright, I have two afternoons off this week... Let me tell you in advance."
"Ask for leave?" Lao Xu looked at him, "What's the matter?"
"Yes... a private matter." Jiang Cheng said, I'm going to put on lipstick to make money, Mr. Xu.
"Can you tell me?" Lao Xu asked again.
"No." Jiang Cheng simply refused.
"You kid," Lao Xu sighed and asked with a kind smile after thinking for a while, "Are you having trouble with money? I can help you apply..."
"No, no, I don't have any difficulties," Jiang Cheng said quickly, "I don't need to trouble the teacher, the school and the country."
"What a good boy," Lao Xu said, and thought about it again, "Then let's get a donation in the class..."
"Mr. Xu!" Jiang Cheng felt that Lao Xu's emotional intelligence couldn't even be praised in his heart, but it slipped to the bottom, and he looked at Lao Xu so sincerely that he almost burst into tears, "I'm really not short of money. , I have money, really, 100 million! 100 million yuan! Don't worry about this for me, I beg you."
"Okay," Lao Xu nodded, and immediately added, "If you have any difficulties, you must tell me."
"I'll tell you." Jiang Cheng also nodded vigorously.
Lao Xu didn't ask Jiang Cheng the reason for his leave, but when he asked for leave, he approved it, but...
Jiang Cheng sat in the taxi and glanced at Gu Fei next to him: "Are you on leave or absent from school?"
"Quit," Gu Fei lowered his head and played with the mentally retarded love elimination, "I asked for leave, how could Lao Xu agree."
"Then did he know that the two of us went out together?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Are you afraid he will know?" Gu Fei said, "It's okay, don't you ask for leave in the afternoon tomorrow? I'll just not go all day tomorrow."
"Fuck," Jiang Cheng frowned, "I'm not afraid that he will find out that I came out with you, but I'm afraid that he will find out about it and ask you again."
"Understood," Gu Fei smiled and bumped his leg lightly against his, "I have a hundred kinds of answers."
Jiang Cheng sighed: "Then don't miss class tomorrow morning."
"En." Gu Fei nodded.
Jiang Cheng didn't speak any more. He looked at Gu Fei's profile from the corner of the corner and wanted to say something, but he felt that there was nothing to say. Gu Fei's state of being always outside of school and his peers made him feel that there was something wrong with him. The place is wrong, but I really can't think of anything wrong.
He wanted Gu Fei to be like all his classmates, but it was obviously impossible. He hoped that the people around him would see that Gu Fei was not just a scumbag who loved to skip school, but Gu Fei didn't seem to be interested in being seen. own sparkle.
This feeling of being unable to rely on both ends makes him feel very uneasy from time to time.
He put his hand behind Gu Fei and squeezed his waist.
Ding Zhuxin's friend who is looking for a male lip model is a fat middle-aged eldest sister, but although she is fat, she has a very good temperament. Wearing glasses is quite elegant. At first glance, she is like those who rob gold ornaments in shopping malls and go abroad for square dancing. Different.
"The little boy now," the fat sister looked at him, "it's really better than the other. When I was young, I didn't meet any of them, but now I can see them all the time."
"Thank you, sister." Jiang Cheng said.
"It's hard for you," said the fat sister. "You guys are busy, I'll go out for a walk... Gu Fei, it's hard for you."
"It's not hard." Gu Fei replied while installing the camera.
"How about asking you to help make a set another day?" the fat sister asked.
"No." Gu Fei said.
"Hey, this answer, I can't take it anymore," the fat sister smiled, "Okay, you guys are busy, I'm leaving."
After the fat sister left, there was still a designer and a makeup artist in the studio. They seemed to be very familiar with Gu Fei. The makeup artist girl also took care of Fei's camera assistant for a while.
"Didn't you put on lipstick?" Jiang Cheng leaned back on the chair, feeling that the makeup artist had applied layer after layer of smear on his face, "Why do you have to apply such a thick smear on your face?"
"Then you can't just shoot a mouth," the makeup artist said with a smile. "Actually, you don't need to be so thin when you shoot clothes, but these are all close-ups, so stick with it."
"Oh." Jiang Cheng responded, stretched his legs, and closed his eyes.
Originally, I thought that I would just brush my face, then put some lipstick on my mouth and it would be done, but I ended up doing it for a long time, and after brushing my eyes, I had to toss my eyelids. Jiang Cheng had been very sleepy for the last few days to stay up late to review for the final exam. Yes, the eyelids were brushed again and again, and the tears were coming down.
"Your eyes are so beautiful," said the makeup artist, "much better than those specially made."
"What do you mean down to?" Jiang Cheng also asked.
"It's dog eyes." The makeup artist smiled.
"...What are dog eyes?" Jiang Cheng was at a loss.
"He's not quite the dog's eye. He looks very tugging and bad, and he doesn't go cute," the designer said next to him. "It's very cool."
"Yes," the makeup artist nodded, "I don't need to draw his eyes specially."
Jiang Cheng gave up the idea of continuing to ask questions, because the makeup artist started to draw his eyeliner, and he couldn't bear it any longer: "Wait, wait..."
"Uncomfortable?" The makeup artist stopped.
"I can go to the crying scene right now," Jiang Cheng turned to look at Gu Fei, "Give me a tissue?"
Gu Fei had been sitting and playing with the camera. He didn’t pay much attention to the progress of Jiang Cheng’s makeup. At this moment, Jiang Cheng suddenly turned his face. His hand almost dropped the camera on the ground.
To be honest, the feeling of Jiang Cheng putting on makeup was quite unfamiliar. Although his lips had not been processed yet, it just happened that the protruding eyes caught his attention.
The eye makeup is quite heavy. I usually see this kind of makeup on the street, let alone a man, but a girl. He can't stand it, but when he looks at Jiang Cheng, he doesn't feel that way.
Maybe it was his powerful boyfriend filter. When he saw Jiang Cheng like this, his heart beat faster. After Jiang Cheng took the tissue, he poured himself a glass of water, took two sips, and swallowed his heart back.
The makeup artist continued to apply makeup to Jiang Cheng. He was no longer in the mood to continue playing with the camera. He took the camera and began to focus on Jiang Cheng's face.
This makeup artist, Gu Fei, has known each other for a long time. Usually, I often come across a little girl who works part-time on a TV station. She has a very high level of makeup.
Gu Fei didn't feel so obvious when she put makeup on other people. When he put makeup on Jiang Cheng, he noticed that all the advantages of Jiang Cheng's facial features were meticulously expressed by her, such as the eyes, the bridge of the nose, and the shape of the face.
And lips.
Jiang Cheng's lips usually look at it... That's it, but now he has only just gotten to the bottom of it, and he has already seen the beauty.
"Why, do you want to take a backstory this time?" The makeup artist stopped what he was doing and glanced at his camera.
"En," Gu Fei responded, still looking at Jiang Cheng in the camera, "I kept it myself."
"Don't shoot blindly," Jiang Cheng opened one eye and looked at him, "It's not finished yet..."
Gu Fei pressed the shutter, and Jiang Cheng looked very sexy with only one eye open.
"Your uncle," Jiang Cheng cursed, then asked after a while, "What kind of?"
"I can't remember." Gu Fei said.
"Can't remember what?" Jiang Cheng was stunned.
"What is my uncle?" Gu Fei said.
"...Fuck," Jiang Cheng cursed again, "I asked you what I am like!"
The makeup artist held a small brush and couldn't stop laughing for a long time.
"Beautiful." Gu Fei replied solemnly.
A lip makeup, because it had to be matched with the whole, took an hour to complete, and the makeup artist also said that it was fast. Jiang Cheng didn’t know whether to believe it or not.
"Okay," the makeup artist finally swiped his face twice with a brush like sweeping the floor, and stood up, "you can start shooting."
"Awesome," the designer stared at Jiang Cheng's face for a while, "That's how it feels."
"Can I look in the mirror?" Jiang Cheng asked.
The designer stepped away from the mirror. Jiang Cheng never looked at the mirror. He suddenly glanced at it and was shocked.
"Fuck!" He turned around and stared at the three people in front of him, feeling that his expression must be horrified, "What the hell!"
"Aren't you used to it," the designer said with a smile, "it's very beautiful, and it's not feminine, it's very sexy like a man."
Jiang Cheng didn't particularly understand the state of a man with deep and shallow lipstick, but after glancing at Gu Fei, Gu Fei gave him a thumbs up, and he suddenly felt relieved.
Although he felt that Gu Fei would give a thumbs up even if he painted a piece of shit, but the affirmation from Gu Fei made him let go of his worries.
"Let's get started," Jiang Cheng said, "I'm going to finish my work... I'll do my homework review."
This sentence probably made the makeup artist and the designer a little unimaginable. He stood in front of the light, and they both responded together: "Oh!"
Gu Fei felt that the Force in his body was recovering. He had photographed a lot of handsome guys and ass models, but when facing Jiang Cheng's face, the desire that came from the depths of his heart would come out little by little. , Xixixi Susuo along the seven meridians and eight meridians slowly stretched under the skin.
Click.
A slightly raised face.
Click.
With disdain raised the corners of his mouth.
Click.
contemptuous look.
Click.
Jiang Cheng sneered arrogantly.
The sound of the shutter sounded like the rhythm of desire, and every Jiang Cheng's frozen face pushed him a step toward the toilet.
When the set was finished, and when he was about to change his lip makeup, Gu Fei put down the camera, turned around and went to the toilet.
As soon as he entered the toilet, he was leaning against the wall and facing the urinal before he began to calm down, when he heard footsteps, and then the figure flickered.
"You're here to jerk off," Jiang Cheng leaned against the door with his arms crossed, and said in a low voice, "Are you here to lower the flag?"
"Fuck," Gu Fei turned his head to look at him, "are you here to watch the fun, or are you here to help?"
"It must be watching the fun." Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes and laughed happily.
"Is there any humanity?" Gu Fei went over and pushed him against the wall.
"This boy," Jiang Cheng poked his finger on his chin, "Now if you kiss me, everyone outside will know."
Gu Fei thought for a while, then lowered his head and kissed him in the crevice of his neck.
"I warn you," Jiang Cheng hugged him, "If you dare to bite, I will dare to beat you."
Gu Fei raised his head with a smile: "This young man, who is full of handles all over his body, dares to provoke him?"
"I just came to comfort you." Jiang Cheng smiled.
"Brother Cheng," Gu Fei lowered his voice, "I want to ask you something."
"Huh?" Jiang Cheng looked at him.
"You said to play a big one on your birthday," Gu Fei looked at him, "How old is it?"