The lip model that Gu Fei mentioned Jiang Cheng also felt quite surprised that Ding Zhuxin and her friends seemed to be crazy. Ding Zhuxin designed a beggar uniform, and the pictures matched were very vague and very stylish. He had seen Gu Fei's pictures for her later pictures, various unfathomable or fresh copywriting, and her friends wanted to find a man to wear lipstick to take photos.

But it seems that the money is quite good. A novice like him who is completely inexperienced can almost make up for the money he has already given Li Baoguo and is about to give Li Baoguo a few days to film.

Jiang Cheng didn't care whether to apply lipstick or not. After all, he even wore crazy primitive people. After all, he was a handsome guy who was good-looking and had a figure and was not afraid of all the crazy things. He felt that it would not be difficult to see where he took a lipstick photo.

"I originally wanted to push my time to summer vacation," said Gu Fei. "But they are anxious and can't wait for me to see if the time they set will have an impact on the week before the final exam?"

"No." Jiang Cheng said.

"Where are your time to review?" Gu Fei asked.

"Splitting time plus one hour late," Jiang Cheng glanced at him, "Learn to be a bit shit."

"I spend most of the fragmented time on sleeping." Gu Fei smiled.

After going to Wang Xu's house to eat the pie, it seemed that everything was back to its previous state.

Generally speaking, Jiang Cheng has two ways to deal with things that trouble him but cannot solve. One is to think about it constantly and repeatedly. In the end, the matter has lost its original power. When he thinks about it, he will feel numb. For example, those affirmations that seem to never be obtained. After getting used to it, he will no longer feel anything. The other is to bury it in his heart, never touch it again, deliberately avoid it, and will really forget it at some point, such as those calm accusations that never end.

Jiang Cheng used the latter method to think about Li Baoguo. This overly tragic ending is not suitable for repeated thinking and reappearance. He buried these in his heart and tried hard to never touch them again.

Li Hui would not inform him of any news. A few days later, Li Hui and his sister-in-law came to the school with a receipt worth 3,000 yuan to find him to get the money. They didn't even tell him the time for Li Baoguo to cremate.

"Wait, let's see," Jiang Cheng stood at the school gate, took the receipt and looked carefully, and recognized the pile of dog-like words. Fortunately, he had a lot of experience in his words. After reading it, he took out a box of ink paste from his pocket. This was borrowed by him in Lao Xu's office before he came out. "Press a handprint and press it on your name."

"Are you finished?" Li Huihuo was so angry, "What kind of fucking handprints! Just 3,000 yuan, do you think you got three million!"

"Well, you two will come together for only three thousand dollars," Jiang Cheng sneered, "If you press it or not, you won't give it to you without this handprint. One day you turn your face and say that this word is imitated by me, where can I go to reason with it."

Li Hui glared at the sight and wanted to move forward. Wang Xu's roar came from behind: "What's the matter? Is it over? Do you need brothers and others to go out to help!"

There were several people standing at the school gate, Gu Fei, Wang Xu, Lu Xiaobin and Guo Xu. Among these people, Gu Fei knew what was going on. Wang Xu knew about it. Lu Xiaobin and Guo Xu were both called by Wang Xu to support the scene. Several people put on their faces and stood up. They had a kind of stunning posture that could push the school gate out to fight at any time. The guards were a little nervous, and Li Hui naturally had no sound when he looked at it.

"Fuck." Li Hui took the ink paste, dipped it with his thumb, and pressed it on the receipt.

"Okay," Jiang Cheng looked at his fingerprints, and he was quite clear. He took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Li Hui, "Diandian."

Li Hui pressed the fire and opened the envelope and took a look, but didn't count, turned around and left with a dark face.

Jiang Cheng looked at their backs and breathed a sigh of relief.

When he turned around and walked to the school, Gu Fei curled his lips and smiled, and he also curled his lips.

After relaxing, he was a little sad. Li Hui seemed to have no feelings for Li Baoguo's death, and he was even confident when asking for money. He really couldn't understand what kind of mentality this was.

After Li Baoguo's affairs were over, everything seemed to be over. Jiang Cheng buried the matter in his heart, and even Pan Zhi did not tell him. If Pan Zhi never mentioned this person again, he would probably never take the initiative to talk about it.

Life and death, it feels very magical to think about it.

A person disappeared like this, from one topic of conversation to another. After leaving the steel mill streets, no one knew that such a person had existed, and no one knew that this person left like this.

How he lived and how he died were all in the distant memories of those poorly few people.

Jiang Cheng suddenly felt that he was so scary. Where he came from, how he lived, how he struggled, how he worked hard, and where he was going in the end was just a story that no one knew.

Only you know, whether to go up or down, you are the only one.

Old Xu, who was like an old hen, went to talk to him for another week. The topic was not Li Baoguo, but the final exam that was about to come in one week.

Jiang Cheng looked at Lao Xu and suddenly felt that the uncle's emotional intelligence had improved strangely.

"How is your review?" Lao Xu asked him, and handed him a kraft paper file bag. "These are some papers I have found for you. Do you have time to do it?"

"Well," Jiang Cheng took the file bag, "It's okay. I'll have to ask for leave for two afternoons this week and tell you in advance."

"Please leave?" Lao Xu looked at him, "What's the matter?"

"It's a private matter." Jiang Cheng said, "I'm going to apply lipstick to make money, Mr. Xu."

"Can you tell me?" Lao Xu asked again.

"No." Jiang Cheng refused very simply.

"You kid," Lao Xu sighed, pondered for a while, then asked with a very affectionate smile, "Do you have any difficulties with money? I can apply for it for you."

"No, no, I have no difficulties," Jiang Cheng said quickly, "No need to bother teachers, schools and the country."

"What a good kid," said Lao Xu, thinking about it again, "Then let's get a donation in the class."

"Mr. Xu!" Jiang Cheng felt that Lao Xu's emotional intelligence could not even be praised in his heart. He saw that it had slipped to the end. He looked at Lao Xu with great sincerity and almost burst into tears. "I really don't lack money. I have money. Really, ten million! Ten million! Don't worry about me in this matter, I beg you."

"Okay, okay," Lao Xu nodded, and immediately added, "If you have any difficulties, you must tell me."

"I will say it." Jiang Cheng also nodded vigorously.

Lao Xu did not ask Jiang Cheng why he asked for leave again, but he approved it when he asked for leave, but

Jiang Cheng sat in the taxi and glanced at Gu Fei next to him: "Did you take a leave or skip class?"

"Absent from class," Gu Fei lowered his head and played with the mentally retarded love elimination, "How could Lao Xu agree if I asked for leave?"

"Does he know we're going out together?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Are you afraid he knowing?" Gu Fei said, "It's okay, don't you ask for leave tomorrow afternoon? I'll just not go all day tomorrow."

"Fuck," Jiang Cheng frowned, "I'm not afraid that he will know that I will come out with you, I'm afraid that he will ask you for help if he knows."

"I got it," Gu Fei smiled, and gently hit his leg, "I have a hundred answers."

Jiang Cheng sighed: "Then don't skip class tomorrow morning."

"Yes." Gu Fei nodded.

Jiang Cheng didn't say anything anymore. Yu Guangli looked at Gu Fei's side face, wanting to say something, but he felt that there was nothing to say. Gu Fei's state of being always wandering outside of school and peers made him feel that something was wrong, but he really couldn't think of something wrong.

He wanted Gu Fei to be like all his classmates, but it was obviously impossible. He hoped that the people around him would see that Gu Fei was not just a poor student who loved to miss classes, but Gu Fei seemed to have no interest in people seeing his own shining points.

This feeling of being unreliable at both ends makes him feel very uneasy from time to time.

He reached behind Gu Fei's back and pinched his waist.

Ding Zhuxin, the friend who is looking for a male lip model, is a fat middle-aged woman. However, although she is fat, her temperament is very good. She wears glasses and is quite elegant. It looks different from those who grab gold jewelry in the mall and go abroad to dance square dance.

"The little boy now," Fat sister looked at him, "It's really better than the other. I didn't meet any of them when I was young, but now I can see them."

"Thank you sister." Jiang Cheng said.

"Thank you for your hard work," said the fat sister, "You guys are busy, I'll go out and take a walk with Gu Fei, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard." Gu Fei responded while pretending to the camera.

"How about asking you to help you shoot another day?" asked the fat sister.

"No." Gu Fei said.

"Oh, I can't even answer this answer," the fat sister smiled, "Okay, you guys are busy, I'll leave."

After the fat sister left, there was a designer and a makeup artist in the studio. She looked very familiar with Gu Fei. The makeup artist girl also took a while to take care of Fei's photography assistant.

"Aren't you putting on lipstick?" Jiang Cheng leaned on the chair, feeling the makeup artist sticking layers after layers on his face, "Why should the face be so thick?"

"You can't just pat your mouth," said the makeup artist with a smile. "Actually, you don't have to dress so thinly when patting clothes, but these are all close-ups, you can stick to it."

"Oh." Jiang Cheng responded, stretched his legs and closed his eyes.

I originally thought that I would just give Dabai a face and then apply a little lipstick on my mouth. As a result, Dabai spent a long time painting. After Dabai was brushing Dabai and then thrusting his eyelids. Jiang Cheng was already sleepy these days and staying up late to review for the final exam. His eyelids were brushed over and over again, and tears were almost falling.

"Your eyes look so good," said the makeup artist, "it's much better than those that you do specifically."

"What is the descending point?" Jiang Cheng also asked.

"It's just dog eyes." The makeup artist smiled.

"What is dog eyes?" Jiang Cheng was confused.

"He is not completely dog-eyed, he looks pretty cool and cute," said the designer, "It's quite stylish."

"Yes," the makeup artist nodded, "I don't have to draw his eyes specifically."

Jiang Cheng gave up the idea of ​​continuing to ask questions because the makeup artist started to draw eyeliner on him, and he couldn't stand it anymore: "Wait and wait."

"Discomfortable?" The makeup artist stopped.

"I can go to the movies for a crying scene right now," Jiang Cheng turned to the beginning and looked at Gu Fei, "Give me a tissue?"

Gu Fei had been sitting while playing with the camera. He didn't pay much attention to the progress of Jiang Cheng's makeup. Jiang Cheng suddenly turned his face. He reached out to hand the tissue while scanning Jiang Cheng's face. The hand holding the camera almost threw the camera to the ground.

To be honest, Jiang Cheng felt unfamiliar with makeup. Although his lips had not been treated yet, the feeling of highlighting his eyes caught his eyes.

He has heavy eye makeup. He usually sees such makeup on the street. Not to mention a man or a girl, he can't stand it, but when he looks at Jiang Cheng, he doesn't feel that way.

Perhaps it was his powerful boyfriend filter. When he saw Jiang Cheng like this, his heart beat sharply. After Jiang Cheng took the tissue, he poured himself a glass of water, took two mouthfuls, and swallowed his heart back.

The makeup artist continued to put on makeup for Jiang Cheng. He no longer had the mood to continue playing with the camera. He took the camera and began to stare at Jiang Cheng's face intently.

Gu Fei has known this makeup artist for a long time. He often meets him when taking photos for people. A little girl who works part-time on the TV station has a very high makeup level.

She put on makeup for other people. Gu Fei felt that it was not so obvious. When he put on makeup for Jiang Cheng, he noticed that all the advantages of Jiang Cheng’s facial features were carefully reflected by her eyes, nose bridge, and face shape.

And lips.

Jiang Cheng's lips usually look like that, but now he has just finished the bottom of the game and he has already seen the beauty.

"What, are you going to take the behind-the-scenes this time?" The makeup artist stopped his work and glanced at his camera.
To be continued...