Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 87: Continuous output, a mysterious fate?

The next morning, when many people were still asleep, Jiang Qing had already finished his morning run and returned to the hotel, where he quickly had breakfast in the restaurant.

He happened to meet Coconut Jay and took his van to the crew.

The moment I got off the car, the salty sea breeze blew towards me, carrying the shouts of the prop team. Two containers converted into dining trucks were breathing in the aroma of coffee, and clapperboards were stacked on top of metal barrels like a dangerous building.

"Good morning, President Jiang!"

An intern holding a reflector came into view while jogging, with foam board debris still on the ends of his hair.

Jiang Qing moved aside to avoid the shaky equipment rack and caught a glimpse of Liu Haocun who was putting on makeup three meters away.

The wrist she was drawing her eyebrows with suddenly trembled, and the eyebrow pencil left a small tail at the corner of her forehead.

"Be careful."

Jiang Qing handed over the tissue with a faint smile on his face.

"Ouch~ it's all my fault for being clumsy"

Liu Haocun observed for a while and saw that Jiang Qing seemed to be fine, so he slowly let go of his worries.

She didn't expect Jiang Qing to be so popular. Until now, the term "Jiang Qing Sihai" is still on the hot search list.

Of course, "Qingcunzhilian" is also attached at the end.

"Don't the crew have a stylist?"

Jiang Qing glanced around and didn't seem to see the stylist.

This was different from what he knew.

"I have almost finished filming my scenes. I will only be filming in the afternoon and evening. I am here now to observe the filming of other teachers in the crew and learn from them secretly."

"The stylist sister hasn't come yet, so I'm just doing some simple painting myself."

Liu Haocun smiled, looking gentle, innocent and well-behaved.

If Jiang Qing hadn't known what she did last night, he would have almost believed her.

"Teacher Liu is very studious."

He smiled and praised her, then walked past her.

Liu Haocun was stunned and quickly got up to catch up with him.

"Dr. Jiang, you don't have to be so polite. Everyone calls me Haocun, you can call me that too."

She followed Jiang Qing closely with her hands behind her back, looking up at him with a smile.

Jiang Qing turned his head and looked at her, his eyes slightly raised.

This girl is really interesting. Everyone in the crew calls her "Mr. Jiang" and mostly addresses her as "you".

Only she had been calling him "Dr. Jiang" since the first time they met, and now she had changed from "you" to "you", making the address more intimate.

"Ok."

He responded with a smile.

The corners of Liu Haocun's mouth turned upwards, and the arc became deeper.

They came to the dressing room. Jiang Qing glanced around and randomly found an empty seat to sit down. Liu Haocun still sat next to him very naturally.

The dressing room was converted from a private room in a fishing restaurant, and the menu of "Salt and Pepper Mantis Shrimp 88 Yuan" was still left on the peeling wall.

After sitting for a while, Liu Haocun's eyes rolled around and he suddenly stood up and left.

The plastic stool in front of the mirror had just been wiped for the third time by the staff when Liu Haocun leaned against the door frame and handed Jiang Qing a cold iced American coffee.

"I deliberately didn't add sugar. Would you like to try it, Dr. Jiang?"

Jiang Qing raised his eyebrows slightly and took it with a smile.

"Thank you."

He didn't expect that she also knew about his habit. It was obvious that she had worked hard that night.

“Cun Cun is biased!”

Shen Teng squeezed in shaking his thermos cup, and the wolfberries made a dull sound when hitting the bottom of the cup.

"I asked you for ice yesterday but you said you didn't have any."

Liu Haocun's cheeks felt slightly hot, and he tried to organize his words to refute.

At this time, the female makeup artist came in with a tool box to help the situation.

"Mr. Jiang, try the makeup first?"

She shook out a peacock-blue silk shirt, and the palm leaves embroidered in gold thread at the collar danced in the morning light.

"Okay, trouble."

Jiang Qing nodded in response.

Liu Haocun walked forward and touched it with a curious look on his face.

"This material is very prickly."

She muttered with her face tilted up, her fingertips lingering on the hem of Jiang Qing's shirt, as if she wanted to iron every wrinkle into the texture.

Shen Teng suddenly choked on laughter while holding the thermos cup, and his face was full of wrinkles.

"Girl, this flowered shirt is a costume, not a groom's outfit."

"Brother Teng!"

Liu Hao stomped his feet at him in dissatisfaction.

Jiang Qing smiled and shook his head, then went into the simple fitting room and changed into a floral shirt and suit pants.

"Oh, you really look like a nouveau riche."

As soon as he walked out of the fitting room, he was teased by Shen Teng.

Jiang Qing spread his hands at him without comment, and sat in front of the mirror at the stylist's signal.

This was indeed his first time trying on such fancy clothes.

"No, it's just a holiday style, quite relaxing."

Liu Haocun walked behind Jiang Qing and commented with a smile.

"Oh, you girls just look at the face. If I were to wear it, I would definitely not say that."

Shen Teng curled his lips and staggered away.

Liu Haocun raised his little fist at his back in a pretentious manner, looking like he was showing his fangs and claws.

Jiang Qing smiled, slowly closed her eyes, and took a nap during this break.

Seeing this, Liu Haocun's eyes moved, and he stopped talking. He sat quietly aside, took out his mobile phone, and opened the Zhihu Q&A about "How to quickly close the distance with the opposite sex".

Time passed by unknowingly, and when the comb teeth with the scent of hair wax penetrated into the black hair, Jiang Qing saw another self in the mirror.

A neatly trimmed mustache ran along his jawline, and his forelock was pushed into wavy shapes with hair gel.

"Nowadays, many young actors are reluctant to grow beards, fearing that their age will be used as an excuse by other actors' fans."

The female stylist, who looked to be in her thirties, looked at Jiang Qing in the mirror and spoke softly, without stopping her hands adjusting her hair.

"In fact, growing a beard can add a mature and stable temperament to men."

"Beards are like traces of time, which can make men look more reliable and responsible."

"A well-shaped beard will enhance a man's temperament. It is like a thick book. Every line and every beard hair tells a story, making people want to read it and understand it."

"For example, successful middle-aged men with carefully trimmed beards display a strong presence and decisiveness in business situations, exuding a mature charm that is admired."

"For example, Mr. Jiang, your temperament is already outstanding. If you add this beard, no one would believe you are just an ordinary person."

"It's like some actors in the industry. As soon as they appear in a film or TV show, everyone knows they must be the richest one."

The female makeup artist talked freely and looked at Jiang Qing in the mirror with a very satisfied smile.

"Wow! Dr. Jiang, this really shows the charm of a mature man!" Liu Haocun suddenly came closer, clapping his hands like a seal, with starry eyes.

"The styling teacher has good skills."

Jiang Qing looked at her in the mirror and smiled, not taking the little girl's exaggerated body language seriously.

"No, it's not like that. It really feels different."

Liu Haocun puffed out his lips and argued softly.

The Jiang Qing in front of him was completely different from the gentle and reserved one before he put on makeup. He had a much more mature and elegant air, which was very attractive.

Just like what the stylist said, he is already a successful person in everyone's eyes, and with this outfit, his charm value skyrockets!
At this moment, the door curtain was suddenly lifted by the sea breeze.

"Absolutely awesome!"

Han Han bit the unlit cigarette and slapped his thigh, looking at Jiang Qing with surprise in his eyes.

"It feels just like the overseas Chinese from Southeast Asia in the 1990s!"

Liu Haoran's mobile phone camera popped out from behind him, and the "click" sound of the flash instantly scared away the seagulls outside the window.

Liu Haocun suddenly leaned over and approached Jiang Qing, holding the powder puff.

"Dr. Jiang, here."

The scent of mint mixed with sunscreen drifted towards Jiang Qing as she moved, and she gently rubbed the tip of her thumb under his earlobe.

Jiang Qing raised the corner of his eye and followed her movements.

"It got hairspray on it."

She seemed unaware of the intimacy of this action, even though Jiang Qing was leaning back.

"How can this be a tower repair worker?"

Shen Teng walked in again, shaking his thermos cup, looking relaxed and on vacation.

"This is clearly a wealthy man planning to buy out the entire fishing port."

Yin Zheng, who had come in at some point, squatted in front of the makeup mirror, trying to hold back his laughter, and looked Jiang Qing around.

"I bet two bags of spicy noodles that the extras will definitely want to take a photo with you, Mr. Jiang, this afternoon."

He gently poked Jiang Qing's peacock blue silk shirt on her shoulder with his fingers and pinched it twice.

"This pattern reminds me of a giant squid I encountered while surfing."

"It's obviously Aquaman who's here!"

Qiao Shan held up his mobile phone to record the video, and the camera swept across Jiang Qing's wavy hair style solidified by hairspray.

"This guy, shouldn't he be paying for all the consumption at the nightclub?"

He said with an exaggerated grin.

"Aren't the teachers' statements getting more and more outrageous?"

Jiang Qing smiled and shook his head, and caught a glimpse of the prop team outside the door piling the clapperboard on the iron barrel to a new height.

He suddenly remembered that when he passed by the equipment rack before, the foam crumbs on the ends of the staff's hair looked like some kind of distress signal.

"Does Dr. Jiang want to rehearse his lines?"

Liu Haocun came over with a smile on his face again, with the corners of the script rolled up into the shape of a flower bud about to bloom.

Shen Teng glanced at her and suddenly slammed the thermos cup on the table.

"Director Han asked me to guide the newcomers. President Jiang, don't you mind letting me give you some guidance?"

He pulled over a folding chair and sat astride it, resting his chin on the back of the chair and raising an eyebrow at Jiang Qing.

"Of course not. I'll have to trouble Teacher Shen Teng then."

Jiang Qing nodded slightly to him, and they both smiled knowingly at the same time.

"Let's do an impromptu segment. You're going to convince me to invest in your coconut processing plant."

Shen Teng casually gave a scene.

Jiang Qing looked thoughtful and twirled his neatly trimmed beard.

This action reminded Liu Haocun of the pen spinning action he performed during an open class at the University of Science and Technology of China. Now that it was in a different form, it was really hilarious.

Hmm~ quite a contrast.

"Look at this coconut shell..."

Jiang Qing suddenly brought the props on the table to Shen Teng with a smile as warm as spring breeze.

"In fishing villages, it's fuel; in craft shops, it's ornaments."

He turned his wrist slightly, and the sunlight moved between the cracks in the coconut shell.

"Just like connections, only when placed in the right place can..."

"stop!"

Han Han suddenly left and came back.

"Brother Teng, don't teach me blindly. The scene tonight requires a sense of bluffing and bravado."

He pointed at Liu Haocun.

"Hao Cun, go help President Jiang with his lines. You don't have any scenes in the morning anyway."

Liu Haocun's eyes lit up instantly, and his whole body was instantly radiant with energy.

"Got it, Director!"

She saluted Han Han solemnly.

Shen Teng gave Jiang Qing a helpless look, then he smiled and tilted his head to indicate that it was okay.

Then, Liu Haocun took Jiang Qing towards the fishing port, looking up at him from time to time, with the corners of his mouth unable to suppress their upward curves.

"Does Dr. Jiang know that Ye Zi and I share the same birthday?"

She skipped on the fine sand on the beach and spoke suddenly as if inadvertently.

Jiang Qing looked up at her, a hint of surprise on his face.

“I just found out about this.”

He told the truth.

This kind of coincidence is indeed rare.

"You didn't expect that, right? We also met you, Dr. Jiang, one after another."

Liu Haocun's eyes suddenly became hotter than the sun.

"Is this a kind of fate?"

The words seemed to have a hidden meaning, causing Jiang Qing to pause slightly.

As he stopped, Liu Haocun suddenly turned to a new page in the script.

"I think adding the tie-adjusting action here would be more natural."

Before Jiang Qing responded, she tiptoed closer.

The familiar smell came towards him again. When his fingertips were about to touch his collar, Jiang Qing placed the script horizontally in front of him.

"No, I like things to be planned."

Jiang Qing looked straight into her eyes, with a faint smile in his eyes.

Liu Haocun tried hard to maintain a smile on his face, but his hand holding the script suddenly tightened.

Not far away, the surging waves crashed into white foam on the shallows.

(End of this chapter)