Horror: There is joy in the opening of the coffin, and the ball is brought to the end

Chapter 1147 Black Sunday (66)
Siemens stood next to He Kaifeng in a shiny suit and dress, frowning and shrugging, showing a look of helplessness on his face.

Siemens is the host of today's celebration concert.

"Then I'll go look for them first, or I'll ask other students to help you draw it first." I said to Dong Chuhan.

Dong Chuhan looked at me deeply, "Your makeup skills are better than anyone else. I don't like defective products. I'll wait for you!" After he finished speaking, he smiled, very softly and affectionately, and there was a mysterious indifference in his eyes. Measurement.

But I couldn't help but feel ashamed. Why didn't I know that my makeup skills were good?

Then, Siemens ran over and pulled me away, while Dong Chuhan watched me leave.

When I came to the backstage corner, I wanted to look for the host's script book. Siemens stopped me and said, "No need to look for it. The script book is here! We were afraid that he would pull you behind and eat you, so we made up an excuse." You take it away."

"But wouldn't he become suspicious?" I said.

"It doesn't matter so much, the performance is about to start. No need to put on makeup, just ask him to come on directly." He Kaifeng was a little impatient. He was the kind of person who wouldn't be surprised when the mountain collapsed.

"Yes, I'll call him." Siemens said, turned around and ran out.

Two minutes later, Siemens came back and said to us angrily: "He actually said that unless Mr. Ye invites him, he will not perform on stage."

He Kaifeng looked at me and hesitated for a moment, but did not say what he wanted to say.

"Okay, I'll go." I said proactively, opened the curtain and walked to another backstage room, and they followed me silently.

In another backstage room, Dong Yuhan's already long face stretched even longer. When he saw me coming in, he immediately stood up and said to me: "They said that you don't need to make up, but I like you to make it up for me, or not. I won't act anymore."

"Okay, I'll put it on right away." This is what he asked for. Don't regret it when the time comes. I have no makeup skills at all.

I held the makeup box in one hand and the brush in the other, and swiped the brush on Dong Chuhan's face. I concentrated on swiping and painted carefully. When I finished painting, I wiped the sweat from my forehead and was satisfied with my masterpiece. He nodded.

"Okay, that's it." I said and closed the makeup box, "Let's go out and perform!"

Dong Chuhan looked at himself in the mirror, his face filled with pride, "Let me just say, your makeup skills are the best in the world."

After saying that, he stood up, suddenly turned around and hugged me tightly, "Wish me a successful performance?" Then he kissed me gently on the forehead, then opened the curtain and walked out.

My body was stiff during the whole process. When I turned around to look at the swaying curtain, I quickly reached out and wiped the saliva on my forehead vigorously. It felt like it was poisonous.

Then, looking at the lack of a bunch of blush in the makeup box, he said to himself: "This guy surnamed Dong is very sick! I painted his face like a monkey's butt/butt. Say it looks good."

The celebration officially began, and Siemens kicked off the concert with his lively and humorous hosting style. "The following is a piano solo by Teacher Dong Chuhan. Please invite Teacher Dong Chuhan!"

The audience immediately burst into warm applause, and the "audience" was very cooperative.

When the red curtain slowly opened, a piano was placed on the left side of the stage. Dong Chuhan sat in front of the piano, first bowed slightly and nodded to the audience, and then started to raise his hand to play the piano.

Siemens served as the host and was waiting in the corner to the left of the dance.

(End of this chapter)