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After eating the apple, she took out a tissue and wiped her hands. Wen Yueling smiled and said, "Let me see what your dress looks like, so I can decide what makeup to wear with you."

Song Huanxi was kind and was about to take out the gown when Wen Yueling stopped her again: "Let's go to your house! Get dressed first, then put on makeup, so as not to make the clothes dirty!"

Song Huanxi nodded. That's true. The last time she played a cameo role as an Arab beauty, she put on clothes first and then put on makeup.

Wen Yueling's house was a bit far from hers, and it took the two of them more than half an hour to arrive in the Ding Ding car.

Song Huanyun hasn't come back yet, and Song Huanxi is not worried. The second child only likes to fight wits with her, and he is more reliable when doing business.

After entering the bedroom and changing her skirt, Wen Yueling couldn't help but widen her eyes with a look of astonishment even though she saw more beautiful costumes. She grabbed Song Huanxi's hand and spun it around several times in a row.

Only then did Song Huanxi realize that when she turned around, the hem of her skirt flew up, as if surrounded by layers of waves.

Wen Yueling praised: "This skirt is very suitable for dancing!"

Song Huanxi nodded in agreement. She was in a missionary school, rehearsing dramas, and learned a little basic of Western dance, but tonight she is not going to make a fool of herself.

Wen Yueling sized her up again, and said with a smile: "This dress is more westernized, and it doesn't match your classical beauty. I'll try to deepen your outline to make your facial features look more three-dimensional—"

Song Huanxi blinked and said sincerely: "Sister Ling, you are so talented! The owner of this dress is a mixed-race beauty with three-dimensional features!"

Wen Yueling laughed loudly: "Then it seems that we have found the right direction! Come on, this makeup will probably take a long time!"

Primer, powder, blush and eye shadow are especially labor-intensive, and the bridge of the nose is highlighted——

An hour later, Song Huanxi looked at himself in the mirror, a little unbelievable——

It didn't look like the heavy makeup she had imagined at first, like the Arab beauty she played.

The makeup is not heavy, but the facial features look different again!

Song Huanxi leaned close to the mirror, observed for a long time, and gradually realized: This is to deepen the contours of the facial features!

If her original facial features were like a hilly area, which was more delicate, then now there are high mountains rising from the ground, three-dimensional and distinct.

She was beautiful and gentle before, but now she is more heroic and heroic.

Song Huanxi praised excitedly: "Sister Ling! You are so amazing, you can turn decay into magic!"

Wen Yueling laughed dumbfounded: "It's so amazing! It's because of your foundation, I'm just icing on the cake!"

"By the way, what is this?"

Wen Yueling curiously held up the paper bag, which was originally packed in a dress bag.

Song Huanxi glanced at it and said with a smile, "It's a few violets. I'm going to wear them on my head for decoration."

Wen Yueling let out a cry, opened the paper bag, looked at the three small violets, a whimsical idea suddenly appeared, she suddenly raised her head, and looked at Song Huanxi: "Ah Huan! How about we make violets into earrings??"

Song Huanxi was startled: "How?"

Wen Yueling rubbed her hands excitedly: "Just leave it to me!"

As she said that, she took out a pair of ear clip earrings from the makeup box, removed the pearls decorated on them, and took out two thin fishing lines, carefully passed through the flower bases, and tied the fishing lines to the ear clips.

In a blink of an eye, a pair of flower earrings was completed.

Song Huanxi took a good look at it, and when the earrings were finished, her eyes lit up: "Sister Ling, you can do everything, you are too good!"

Wen Yueling smiled: "Our makeup is not only for painting faces, especially in costume dramas, we also have to wear hair accessories for the actors. These tinkling things are easy to damage, so you can buy new ones if they are not damaged. As time goes by, you will be able to make some small things by yourself!"

It's really the best in everything!
Song Huanxi felt emotional in his heart, and he was full of praise. Wen Yueling was full of praise, and then he gave her a princess head: some hair from each temple was tied behind her head, and the rest of the hair was tied into long curls. Finally, a third violet was pinned on it.

Song Huanxi held his breath and looked at himself in the mirror, just like a western princess walking down from a medieval oil painting.

The next second, Song Huanyun screamed and jumped over, like a monkey in Malaysia, jumping around beside her. It was obvious that the second child wanted to touch her, but was afraid of being beaten.

Well, the second child's premonition is right, if she dares to do it, Song Huanxi dares to do it - it has nothing to do with what clothes she wears!
Wen Zai stood timidly at the door, looked and looked with his head tilted, his immature face was full of doubts, obviously, Wen Yueling's makeup was too successful, and Wen Zai was completely confused: This sister who looks very much like a big sister, is she really a big sister!
Song Huanxi couldn't help laughing, squatted down slightly, and stretched out his hand: "Wen Tsai, it's my sister!"

Wen Zai's eyes lit up, and he rushed towards Song Huanxi like a small cannonball, but when he was about to rush into Song Huanxi's arms, he stopped abruptly, touched the skirt carefully, and looked up at Song Huanxi: "It's so beautiful!"

Tong Yan is the most unscrupulous and truest, and Song Huanxi smiles even wider: "Wen Zai is also very handsome!"

Song Huanyun hurriedly said, "What about me, what about me?!"

Song Huanxi: "..."

Wen Tsai has already answered: "Second sister is not as good-looking as eldest sister!"

Song Huanyun: "..."

Wen Yueling couldn't help but giggle while watching, "Huan, your siblings are so funny!"

Song Huanxi shook his head helplessly, pulled the angry second child over, and pointed to the pouting girl in the mirror: "Look for yourself, do you think it looks good?"

Song Huanyun glanced at the mirror, then turned her face away, Gu Jing felt sorry for herself for a moment, and laughed through tears: "It's so pretty!"

After a pause, she added: "At least she looks better than Chen Jiazhu!"

This time, Wen Tsai nodded without rebuttal.

Well, the second sister is not as good as the eldest sister, but she must be better than the outsiders!

The little boy's aesthetics are as simple as that, they are completely arranged according to distance and closeness.

Seeing that it was getting late, Song Huanxi sent his second child to cook and left Wen Yueling to eat together.

After eating, Wen Yueling left.

It was getting dark, but Pei Yuanyang never showed up. Song Huanxi knew that most Western-style dinners were late, but it was already past seven, and if Pei Yuanyang didn't come to pick her up, he would be late.

Song Huanxi took a deep breath, put aside her anxiety, took out a pen and paper, and began to record what she saw and heard this week—this is also a habit she developed after realizing that her shortcoming lies in her lack of experience.

……

Clearwater Bay Studios.

In the huge studio, there was silence, and in the originally bustling studio, it was even darker.

Only the office building was brightly lit, but no sound came out.

Pei Yuanyang held the first draft of the script of the Red Mansion, and a group of directors and editors waited quietly for the results of the review by the boss.