The Almighty Men’s Clothes Boss is a Girl

After making a fuss for a while, a staff member came in to ask An Chen to go out.

The last scene was about to start, and Ji Xuan and the other three followed behind. When they arrived at the place, An Chen stared at the setting in front of him and was stunned for a moment.

"Uncle Xia, you're amazing." An Chen found Xia Jin's direction.

It was a big tree, a tree that had lost all its leaves long ago, but now it was covered with flowers.

"The props team worked on it for two days, and the flowers were all bought at the flower shop. It's amazing."

Looking at the tree, Xia Jin was not usually satisfied, so he hurriedly asked people to get everything ready and waited for the filming to start.

Now that An Chen was taken away by the stylist again, Xia Jin suddenly had an idea, and after discussing with the screenwriter, he found a stylist. After receiving the settings, the stylist began to torment An Chen.

The stylist and make-up artist took things and began to work on An Chen's face, but they were not doing makeup, but painting.

I was tossing and fumbling here, and I was looking for things in the warehouse on the other side of the production team. After searching for a long time, I finally found what Xia Jin wanted in a small wooden box.

"Director, I found the half-face mask." Chao Xiajin, a staff member of the props team, walked over excitedly holding the things.

"Add chicken legs to your box lunch, hahaha, send it to An Chen's stylist." After Xia Jin finished speaking, he continued to adjust the position of the camera.

An Chen could clearly feel the pen brushing across his face, it was numb and itchy, but as he was painting, An Chen almost closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"You're done!" An Chen heard the voice of the makeup artist and the high-fives of the two.

An Chen opened his eyes, and the self in the mirror was quite different from before. His facial features remained the same, but there was something extra on the left cheek. This was the shape that the two of them had drawn for a long time.

It looks like bloodshot and pattern, it can also be said to be a pattern made up of bloodshot, in short, it looks very distinctive and has a different aesthetic feeling.

"It might be scary if it grows on other people's faces, but it's really just right for you." The makeup artist didn't hesitate to praise her.

"Almost forgot, there is this mask. Director Xia asked someone to find it out on purpose." The stylist put the mask on An Chen's face, but he didn't wear it too tightly, which was also explained by Xia Jin.

This mask is also very special, unlike others, this golden mask is only a quarter of the size of the face, just covering the side of An Chen's face.

The makeup artist who put on An Chen's makeup had also learned special effects makeup before, so the things they painted just now were really lifelike, just like the effects that came with An Chen's face, without any added bluntness feel.

After the scene is ready, it will be here. It's time to start shooting. An Chen is already in his position and ready.

"An Chen's 278th mirror for the first time, start!" Chang Ji knocked on the board, and then retreated to the side.

It was another early spring, at the beginning of a season full of hope, Mu Ci sat under a tree and rested with his eyes closed.

Suddenly I felt my nose itchy, and when I opened my eyes, I found that the petals from the tree had floated to my body, and the small white flowers were clean.

This is a forest where almost no one passes by, and it can be regarded as a quiet peach blossom garden without being disturbed.

Mu Ci held the sword, folded his hands in front of his chest, and leaned lazily on the tree trunk, letting the petals float on his body.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, Mu Ci's head was lying on his shoulder, half of the mask on his left cheek had slipped off, and the patterns around his face were faintly visible.

The whole forest was still silent, not even the sound of birds chirping, the camera gradually receded, stretching the frame until Mu Ci's figure became a blur.