A post-apocalyptic boss aspires to dominate the entertainment industry

Chapter 81 Final makeup photo

Qin Jue had New Year's Eve dinner with the fans on the other side of the screen.

Half of the dishes are ordered in advance, and the other half are cooked by the chef. Her cooking skills are not very good, and what is funny is that the food she cooks is no different from the take-out food, and it tastes the same in the mouth.

Qin Jue finished eating with a smile.

When it was almost midnight, she stood up and gave the camera to the fireworks outside the window.

【Wuhu! Happy New Year! 】

[I wish Lang Lang a successful career in the new year! ! 】

[Happy New Year~ Does Little Wolf have any New Year’s wishes? 】

Qin Jue's face appeared in a corner of the live broadcast, and he smiled lightly:

"World Peace?"

【Good guy】

【As expected of you 2333】

She smiled without explaining, said goodbye to everyone at a few o'clock, and turned off the live broadcast.

There were no lights on in the room.

Qin Jue leaned on the window edge and jumped lightly, sitting down by the window.

Mentality has always been a mysterious thing. After returning from Dr. Lu, she has tried to relax herself as much as possible to prevent her way of thinking from appearing too mature.

Even so, as she quietly looked at the lights in the distance, she couldn't help but sigh that the peaceful times were so good.

Compared with before, there is no sense of relief, just a rather complicated emotion from an old man who has experienced the smoke and fire of war.

After all, who in the apocalypse can remember the days? They narrowly escaped death this time during the New Year, and they will move camps during the next New Year. There will be new emergencies and crises every day. The most common reunion is to die together.

"Little fox, call the deputy captain and Qi'er..."

As soon as the words came out, Qin Jue was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head.

Alas, habits become natural.

She closed her eyes, leaned her head against the glass and stayed quiet for a while, then stood up and jumped down.

"A Ran, do you want a red envelope?"

In the kitchen, Qin Jue washed away the foam on the dishes and chopsticks and asked with a smile.

"Well--"

The considerate Moriran, who had not disturbed me just now, thought seriously for a few seconds, "I've already given it to you!"

Qin Jue knew that she was referring to the strength of the soul and smiled:

"That's really three years without opening, and three years after opening."

Then asked: "Where is he?"

"Eat it too!" Mori Ran snorted and smiled, "Three years and three years, A Ran received six years of red envelopes!"

Qin Jue nodded with a smile.

It seemed that her dog finally no longer suffered from the overload of soul strength. In this case, she was relieved.

During the time when she and her daughter didn't come back, from the age of fourteen to twenty-four, he had worked hard.

After wiping his hands, Qin Jue stopped playing riddles and returned to the familiar steel bed alone.

"Abba, your current state is not suitable for entering the film and television space." Senran reminded in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter." Qin Jue fastened the restraint belt, "As an actor, you have to be in the show."

Some moments from the past flashed back before her eyes.

Thanks to the reminder from fans, after watching those videos, she recalled a little bit of herself decades ago.

"That's a good idea."

Qin Jue smiled and moved his head to a comfortable position.

Wouldn't it be possible to experience the past a few more times to help her find a mentality more suitable for this age group?

….

Forget it, it’s pointless to deceive yourself.

The smile on Qin Jue's face faded away little by little.

"let's start."

she said softly.

Entering the drama and finding a state of mind are nothing more than excuses.

It's just that the thorn has been stuck in the flesh of my heart all year round. I thought it had healed long ago, but I didn't expect it would still hurt.

Fortunately, there is Mori Ran.

This way, she doesn't have to slowly tear off her nails and leave her fingers with pits.

Senran didn't say anything to persuade him, and took Qin Jue's consciousness into the film and television space.

The actual scene was rippling and changing like water waves, and it was fixed on Qin Jingsheng's irritable face.

…

In mid-February, the crew of "Daytime Rain" resumed work.

He Chang traveled for a week to announce New Year's Eve. He only rested in his hometown for a day and a half on New Year's Eve and rushed back to Ni Province early.

The production team headed by He Xu arrived earlier, and things were 90% taken care of. When the actors arrived one after another, the filming was just about to start.

He Chang shivered and got out of the nanny's car. The thick down jacket made him look like a fat seal from a distance. When he walked into the shed with fast and broken steps, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The studio was a temporary filming studio that was requisitioned from a garage. It was equipped with background cloth and lighting for the actors to take makeup photos.

He Chang took off his coat layer by layer next to the warm air. He was weak and afraid of the cold. Now his face was red from the cold and his eyelashes were frosted. The person in charge of today's photo shoot asked the makeup artist to stand by first.

"Okay, sorry."

He Chang trembled and thanked her repeatedly, holding Nuan Baobao and rubbing his face repeatedly.

He was not idle during the process of recovering his body temperature. He glanced here and there, trying to find a familiar figure.

"Sister Xu, isn't Teacher Qin here?"

He Chang hesitated and turned to ask the makeup artist.

During the Chinese New Year, he and Qin Jue discussed their rivalry on Feixun. The other party sent him a whole compressed package, which included everything from character biographies to plot analysis of the script. The postscript was "for your reference." This was an understatement that scared He Chang half to death.

After struggling repeatedly, he asked anxiously, "I don't know how to thank Teacher Qin." The other end only replied:

"If you hold me back, I'll kill you."

He Chang:! ! !

Then he added: "Just kidding."

He Chang:......

Ying.

My little sweetheart.

Although he was "intimidated", he must be grateful for this real help. He Chang knew how to repay his kindness, so he looked for Qin Jue as soon as he entered the door.

But for some reason, makeup artist Xu Ying also trembled subconsciously after hearing his question.

"That it."

Xu Ying put on a forced smile and pointed weakly.

He Chang looked along blankly.

where?

He squinted his eyes and searched carefully among the group of people. He suddenly looked away and shuddered suddenly.

Although he only saw it for a moment, the visual impression of this moment was deeply imprinted on his retina, and He Chang was so shocked that he took two deep breaths.

He was an extremely thin young man with short light brown hair, a dark red sweater paired with gray-blue sweatpants, his legs were as thin as sticks, his ankles were exposed, and his complexion was pale.

He sat quietly on the bench, with his back hunched and shaking his legs. He had a very ordinary aura. Apart from his slightly sickly skin, there was nothing eye-catching about his appearance. To put it bluntly, such people can be found everywhere, to the extent that you can tell at a glance, “Oh, this person is a scum at the bottom of society.”

From that silhouette, many keywords can be thought of. For example, "poor grades", "not studying well", "bastard", "loser", etc., can become negative material for parents to educate their children with little modification.

But these are not what scare He Chang the most.

When he looked at Qin Jue, no, when he looked at Mo Sen, the man turned his head slowly, as if an ordinary person had noticed the gaze of others slightly slowly.

On that face with fixed makeup, the eyebrows were thick and messy, the eyelids were bulging, the ends of the eyes were tilted down, and the brows were habitually wrinkled, forming a very common depression above the bridge of the nose. The distance between the eyebrows, eyes, and the bridge of the nose is very close, which does not appear weird, but adds a sense of gloomy oppression for no reason. When looking at the person, it will give people the illusion that he/she is being stared at.

The skin quality is not good, including the two nasolabial folds, which look aged. The cheekbones are slightly high, the cheeks are thin and sunken, and the lips are a dark purple color that is very conspicuous on the white skin, giving him a more sickly look.

From his face to his figure, from his clothes to his temperament, he is extremely ordinary. He is gloomy and cold. Even if he suddenly falls to the ground while walking, everyone will say - "Ah, this kind of person really can't survive", and then or Passing by in a hurry, or kindly calling the police and asking someone to collect the body.

He Chang lowered his head tremblingly, and squeezed the still hot surface of the Nuanbao tightly with both hands.

He knew the script by heart and knew why.

I also know what kind of person Moson was before he was hurt.

At that time, like any ordinary boy in high school, he didn't like studying very much. He had a smile on his face, and his eyes would light up when he talked about the games and stars he was interested in.

Guilt and fear gripped He Chang's heart, squeezing him so hard that he could hardly breathe.

Tian Gang was the last snowflake.

The avalanche of school bullying buried Mawson into the icy abyss, making him what he is now.

He is the victim.

So does Tian Gang.

He is the perpetrator.

So does Tian Gang.

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