Qian Yan

Chapter 14

In a daze, spring Shanghai turned into snowy New York.

Snowflakes fell one after another, covering the whole earth.Standing in the snow, Yan Weiran felt a little cold.She tightened her coat and saw the person standing opposite.

"Miran, let's go, I'll take you to visit her." He stretched out his hand towards her, brushing the scattered snowflakes from her hair tenderly and lovingly.
"This matter... really has nothing to do with me." She looked at him, her tone was a little weak, but she still couldn't hide her anger, "You know the things I use, they are definitely genuine, they are definitely within the warranty period, they are absolutely They are all packaged and taken in a strictly standardized manner, and all the tools are absolutely cleaned, how could it be my makeup that caused her allergies?"

Seeing her angry look, he smiled and put his arms around her shoulders, and said, "Of course I know it's none of your business, but you also know that living organisms are so wonderful, maybe the same thing, this time I'm not allergic, next time But I’m allergic. Well, then I’ll go back and do another ten sets—no, one hundred double-blind tests, to clear your grievances, okay?”

His smile was still in front of his eyes, and the woman's hateful face couldn't wait to appear in front of her.In a trance, Yan Weiran found himself sitting in the hospital, the woman in front of her was covering her rash-covered face, and anxiously told her about the urgent matter that she had to deal with, sincerely and sincerely.

However, Yan Weiran clearly saw the bruised and purple fangs gradually appearing under the other's allergic rash.This made Yan Weiran, who was standing opposite her, terrified, but her throat seemed to be choked, and she couldn't cry out at all, she could only stand up suddenly, and ran out as if fleeing.

In the hospital yard, he caught up with her, took off his coat, and put it on her head.He dragged her across the snowy path and found the car parked in front of the hospital.

It was cold and the car started but hadn't melted the snow that had accumulated on the windshield.

While sitting in the car waiting for the ice and snow to melt, he held Yan Weiran's stiff hand, breathed lightly for her to keep warm, and asked, "Why don't you help her?"

When the heater in the car was just turned on, she still felt a little cold on her body, even if the faint white breath from his mouth was on her fingers, it didn't make her feel very warm.So she drooped her eyelashes, looked at his hands and said nothing.

He has a pair of particularly beautiful hands, white and slender, stable and strong, and the slightly raised knuckles when holding her hand seem particularly secure.

Because his hands are holding her so tightly, his lips are gently breathing on his hands to help warm her up, and his drooping eyelashes are staring at his frozen red fingertips with concern, so she is not too worried. Angry, he took a long breath and said, "I never thought that she would have such an allergy and make such a big deal out of it. After all, she is also my good friend. How can you help?"

He raised his head and smiled at her, stretched out his right hand to hold her body close to him, and pressed his warm forehead against her cold forehead: "She is so allergic now that she can't see people at all, but the situation at the company It's really urgent, and she has to show up. I think Europeans and Americans can hardly tell the appearance of us Chinese, not to mention that you are already similar in size and age, and you don't even need to make it too detailed-look, do you want to help? she?"

She understood what he meant, but hesitated a little: "But... I don't like to pretend to be your childhood sweetheart, talking and doing things like her."

"Is it really unwilling, or do I smell vinegar?" He kissed her forehead tenderly, and smiled, "It seems that my decision is correct-I booked a plane ticket for my parents to come to New York at the end of the month, I also booked a seat in your favorite restaurant, and this time, I will officially introduce you to them."

He always knew how to coax her best.Hearing his gentle voice, Yan Weiran grasped his hand anxiously and sweetly: "Ah? Seeing the parents, could it be...too soon?"

"No, actually, the first time I saw you, I knew you were my partner for life. Now, I can't bear it anymore." He also smiled at her, and raised his hand to gently rub her hair Si, whispered in her ear, "So my dear Unran, you are so familiar with her, and your makeup skills are so good, it's such a simple thing to show up as her substitute. It's just a matter of little effort."

Just a little effort.

With the words still in his ears, Yan Weiran suddenly opened his eyes, and saw the dazzling blue sky outside the window.

The dream seems to have gone away, but those horrible scenes are still vivid in her mind, which still makes her hair stand on end.She stumbled up, poured a glass of water and poured it down, and went to the balcony to bask in the sun to calm her panting.

She came back, and she was no longer in that terrible dream.

She is now in her own styling studio, in a secluded corner of Shanghai.

The studio is a small duplex building.The whole downstairs was opened up to make a powder room full of floor-to-ceiling glass and mirrors, which is open and bright.Upstairs is the unstained private space, two small rooms, a bedroom and a living room, plus a large balcony with a lazy sofa, so that she can sunbathe in it anytime and anywhere when she is tired.

A beautiful home, the only downside is that the monthly rent makes her feel a lot of pressure.

So after escaping from the dream and returning to reality, she sat on the balcony, and a moment of hesitation flashed in her mind.

I don't know if it was a stupid decision for me to simply refuse to cooperate with Huanyu, the largest entertainment company in China, and even refute Wei Zexi face to face.

However, the bones on her body are still reminding her of the unforgettable lessons she once had.

So she gritted her teeth and said to herself: "If it's gone, it's gone, at least I'm still alive, at least I won't be unable to live!"

As if reminding or agreeing with her opinion, the sound of the mobile phone alarm clock rang quickly.

"At 10 o'clock, Feuillage try on makeup."

I glanced at the time, it was already 9 o'clock.She let out a long breath, turned off the reminder on her phone, took a deep breath, and patted her face a few times to wake herself up.

After washing up, she went to the dressing room downstairs, quickly put on a light makeup for herself, then checked the makeup box, and set off immediately after confirming that it was correct.

When passing the cake shop at the intersection, she bought a cup of hot milk and a box of sandwiches.Her current body is so fragile, she must be well protected, otherwise, how can she live up to her vow to live well.

Driving to the building where Feuillage is located, she parked the car in the underground parking lot, checked that the time was still 10 minutes away, then finished her breakfast and put on her lip makeup in 5 minutes, and then went upstairs.

Feuillage's Ms. Tu, who is in contact with her, is in a hurry. She is in her forties and is not married. The time is from 11:30 to [-]:[-], it mainly depends on everyone's makeup speed and restoration speed. The makeup is done by the makeup master in Paris. The photos have already been sent. The first few makeup artists are preparing, so hurry up .”

"Okay." She answered neatly.

Show makeup artists generally have three levels, the lowest level is the makeup assistant, who assists the makeup artist to make up and helps; the second is the makeup artist, who is responsible for making up and styling the models.The highest level is modeling design, which can independently design and determine the makeup and styling of models, and present their own works, which become one of the most important parts of a big show.But this time, Yan Weiran hopes to get a job as a makeup artist, preferably the chief makeup artist for this big show.

Just as she walked into the dressing room, she immediately saw an unusually conspicuous figure in the crowd.It was a mixed-race beauty with a deep outline, a gorgeous face, and a height of 1.7 meters [-]—it was Pandora, who had been in the same ward with her in New York back then.

When she met in the hospital half a year ago, she had drawn a character eyebrow with one stroke. Half a year later, she was sitting at the dressing table with a decent appearance, and she seemed to be a makeup artist.

(End of this chapter)