To Make He Yu Regret

On the first day Jiang Xiaozhen came to the university, He Yu asked for leave to pick her up.

The skill of painting has already brought income to Huyu. In the past two years, he saved up money, took the driver’s license and bought a car.

Seeing He Yu from the driver's seat, Jiang Xiaozhen couldn't help but exclaimed: "What have you done in the past two years?"

He Yu saw Jiang Xiaozhen and was equally exclaimed: "What did you do to your face?"

The big round face of the washbasin, the dead white with gray, a layer of pink floating on the surface of the cheeks; the eyebrows are thick, as if drawn with a brush; the black cement pastes the eyes, and the thick one One is as clear as how many can be counted.

"I'm thinking about going to college. I have to dress up and learn some makeup techniques from my mother."

Jiang Xiaozhen smiled stiffly at He Yu, blinking his eyes obviously strenuously.

"Before I got off the train, I put on makeup several times, don't you think...not good-looking?"

He Yu scratched the back of his neck and did not answer.

Jiang Xiaozhen read what he meant.

After getting in the car and driving out for a while, she turned to ask him.

"Is there any water in your car? I feel uncomfortable, so I should wipe it."

He Yu handed Jiang Xiaozhen an unopened bottle of mineral water.

Taking out the paper towel from her pocket, she moistened the paper towel with water and rubbed it directly on her face.

When the red light stopped, He Yu looked at Jiang Xiaozhen, and was startled by her face.

The makeup was rubbed, and she was like a ghost crawling out of the overturned palette.

Jiang Xiaozhen hissed in pain. She herself used too much energy to wipe her face as a table. After this severe rubbing, her face hurt fiercely.

"Is the makeup removed originally like this?" He Yu looked uncomfortable for her.

"No," Jiang Xiaozhen recalled her mother's usual practices, and said, "You must have makeup remover, makeup oil, and makeup cotton."

"Did you not bring it?"

Jiang Xiaozhen shook her head.

"Then don't wipe it, I'll take you to the mall to buy it." He Yu turned around.

Therefore, Jiang Xiaozhen, who carefully painted full makeup on the train to see He Yu, received the first gift from He Yu on the first side of the train, which was a set of makeup remover products.

When they were shopping, the cabinet sister was helping a girl with makeup.

Big eyes, tall nose, cute little cherry mouth, and every touch of color that makeup adds to the girl's face is just icing on the cake.

He Yu stared at the pretty girl, staring intently.

Behind him stood a handsome guy. The girl was shy and timid, looking in the mirror from time to time, and the voice of communicating with the cabinet sister was much louder.

Jiang Xiaozhen glanced at them. Then, she took out the products she bought at the counter and silently removed her makeup in the mirror.

Go back to the car.

Jiang Xiaozhen is still looking in the mirror constantly.

Compared to when I saw him before, she said less.

"Jiang Xiaozhen," He Yu asked bluntly, "You don't seem to be happy?"

"Yes?" She rubbed the edge of the small mirror and looked at herself in the mirror sadly.

She probably worked so hard to put on makeup and wiped it all off, so she felt a pity. He Yu guessed so and asked Jiang Xiaozhen: "Do you have any cosmetics?"

"Brought it."

While talking, they reached their destination.

He Yu stopped the car and suggested tentatively.

"or……"

He unfastened his seat belt and suddenly moved closer.

Jiang Xiaozhen shrank subconsciously.

He stared straight at her face, she swallowed, her panic eyes rolling.

"I'll try and put on makeup for you."

"Huh?" Jiang Xiaozhen nodded after taking a moment to react, "Okay."

She spread out her cosmetic bag on her lap, and it was full of make-up from her mother.

Facing the bottles and cans, He Yu asked one by one what they were used for.

"You said you want to help me with makeup, I thought you know this." Jiang Xiaozhen suddenly felt that He Yu was not very reliable.

"I don't understand at all." He picked up a plate of shining powder and recalled how it was used in the mall. After taking some fingers, he was going to wipe Jiang Xiaozhen's eyes.

Although she only learned a little bit from her mother, she also saw that He Yu's approach was wrong.

"Should you put on foundation first, then eye shadow?" Jiang Xiaozhen dodged his hand.

He Yu listened to her very much and immediately went to find: "Which foundation is it?"

"Forget it..." Jiang Xiaozhen sighed: "Make-up can't save me. My mother has very good make-up skills. She can't do anything about my face."

He Yu was unwilling to see her self-defeating appearance, found out the foundation by herself and held it in her hand.

"Maybe I am better than your mother?"

He didn't know where he got the theory, and he was confident: "I can paint, I can paint good people, and my makeup skills are not bad."

She had to believe him.

Jiang Xiaozhen's big face became He Yu's canvas.

She doesn't have a makeup brush, sponge egg, and he paints all the base makeup by hand.

Ice-cold foundation, ice-cold concealer, his hands are warm, but the temperature is different from her skin. Jiang Xiaozhen was tense, her eyes closed tightly, very uncomfortable.

Perceiving that He Yu hadn't moved for a while, she opened her eyes a little bit.

There was not enough light in the car, and He Yu's index finger held up his chin, his eyes wandered over her face, carefully examining her facial features.

Jiang Xiaozhen was also watching him quietly.

I can smell the reassuring, light soap scent on him. Being so close makes his eyebrows delicate. With long eyelashes covering his eyes, he tilted his head slightly with a thoughtful look.

"Close."

Hearing this, she closed her mouth quickly.

"I mean the eyes."

"Oh."

Her peek was discovered.

"Do you want to turn on the air conditioner?"

Fixing his eyes on her cheeks, he said, "You look a little hot."

With eyes closed, Jiang Xiaozhen shook her head vigorously, her face flushed.

The last step is to put on lipstick.

He Yu announced that he was done, Jiang Xiaozhen could open his eyes.

He handed her the mirror.

Holding the mirror and looking left and right, Jiang Xiaozhen's expression didn't seem very good.

"..."

He Yu confided in his belly drafts, ready to admit to her that painting is different from makeup, and he really doesn't know how to do it.

"Pump."

Unable to hold it back, Jiang Xiaozhen burst into laughter as he pointed to the mirror.

"I'm so ugly!"

He Yu worked it for a long time, and it was even uglier than she had done before.

He carefully painted her to make her eyes smaller, her skin yellower, her nose more collapsed, and her mouth red enough. So, when she glanced over, her face was a stubborn, earth-colored desert, and that extremely bright red mouth was like a vicious piranha, grabbing the focus of attention, making it unforgettable.

"My face is so powerful! How can I be so ugly?"

She couldn't stop laughing, winking and looking in the mirror, making fun of her ugliness.

He Yu looked at Jiang Xiaozhen and wanted to make an objective evaluation of her appearance.

Close at hand, she curled her eyes with a smile, grinning with teeth, giggling like a crowing chicken.

This is Jiang Xiaozhen. Her smile was different and brilliant, she looked at a different kind of vividness, and there was a soft light on her face.

"You are not ugly..." he murmured.

Jiang Xiaozhen believed that he had a ghost.

"Don't comfort me," she patted him on the shoulder, joking with him in a good mood: "Doctor, I know you did your best."

In the end, Jiang Xiaozhen did not remove her makeup again, and walked into her university campus with this face.

Everyone in the Academy of Fine Arts seems to look better than ordinary people.

And Jiang Xiaozhen was not overwhelmed by the brilliance of handsome men and beauties.

Among the crowd, she was the ugliest and most outstanding.

No matter how beautiful the beauty is, people can only see her at first sight.