Chapter 76

Except for a few protagonists, other low-ranking actors share a dressing room.

Artists who have their own makeup artists change their costumes and start to make up.

After Yunheng skillfully changed into the costumes, he sat aside and waited for the stylist arranged by the crew to make up and style other artists.

At this time, Yun Putao was still in kindergarten.

Yunheng took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to the class teacher, asking about Yun Putao's situation in the kindergarten, and asked the class teacher to take some photos of the little guy for her.

Looking at the little guy with a cool expression and a fart face on the phone, Yun Heng couldn't help but a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, someone tentatively asked, "Are you Yunheng?"

Yun Heng raised his eyes slightly, and pressed the phone to a black screen as if casually.

She looked at the girl in front of her calmly. She was wearing a court lady's dress with two braids, looking innocent and youthful.

"Is there something wrong?" Her words were equivalent to admitting that she was Yunheng.

"I'm your fan." The girl looked happy, as if she wanted to grab her arm, but she didn't know what to think, and retracted her hand awkwardly.

Yun Heng raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, her fan?

"I became a fan after watching the video of you fighting in the bar." The girl cupped her face in admiration, "You're cool and A, I really like you."

Yunheng twitched the corner of his mouth: "Fighting is not a good behavior."

The girl nodded again and again: "I know, I want to be a civilized person."

Yunheng didn't detect any malice in the girl, so his indifferent tone slowed down a bit: "Civilized people, do you want to introduce yourself?"

"My name is Zhao Minqi." The other party said in surprise, "I didn't hear that you, Sister Yun, also participated in this play. I played a little court lady. Who are you playing, Sister Yun?"

Yun Heng patted the seat next to him, and motioned for the other side to sit down too: "Ning Yuan."

"I think you're perfect for the role."

Yun Heng squinted at her narrowly: "The film is still being filmed, how do you know that I am suitable for this role?"

"Intuition." Zhao Minqi said with a smile, "My intuition is very accurate."

"How accurate is it?" Anyway, Yun Heng chatted with the other party when he had nothing to do.

"If you do multiple-choice questions in the exam, you can at least get half of them right."

Zhao Minqi didn't like reading when she was a child. She almost guessed during the exam. Although she basically didn't do the big questions, she could get half of the multiple-choice questions right by using three short and one long to choose the longest method and her own intuition. .

The subsequent experience made Zhao Minqi trust her intuition even more.

While the two were chatting, most of the other actors had already done their styling and put on their makeup.

At this time, someone came over and shouted: "Brother Zelang and the others are short of a stylist, which one of you will go there?"

One of the stylists raised her hand, and she followed him.

Then, there is only one shared stylist left.

And there are still seven or eight people waiting for styling.

There is also a time limit for taking makeup photos.

Zhao Minqi thought of the scene manager to inform everyone about the sequence of taking makeup photos, and the character Ning Yuan happened to be in the front.

She glanced at Yunheng worriedly: "Sister Yun, are you the third one to take a makeup photo?"

Yunheng clicked his tongue lightly, and frowned.

The remaining stylist was still styling another actor.

Zhao Minqi: "Sister Yun, what should I do?"

Yunheng didn't speak, but took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, and found the chat box with a picture of a pig.

yh: [Brother Qin, can you help me? ]
Qin Haji: [Say. ]
yh: [I need a stylist and makeup artist. ]
Qin Haji: [Now? ]
yh: [#小猪点头.GIF#]
(End of this chapter)

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