Chapter 111

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The clothing for Mu Yun required a lot of careful design, with every appearance of his in the book meticulously depicted. He had a preference for white, so all his costumes carried the ethereal aura typical of cultivators, with wide robes and flowing sleeves.

If Qin Lu, wearing a black hoodie, looked refreshingly youthful, he transformed completely after putting on the long robe.

Ancient costumes complemented temperament the most. Qin Lu's slender figure stood tall and quiet, appearing like a character from the book come to life.

In reality, these layered costumes were not easy to pull off, demanding a high standard from the actors' physique. Even a normally slim figure, once dressed in several layers of inner and outer garments, might appear bulky. Conversely, if too thin, the presence might seem sparse, unable to embody the majestic aura of a cultivator.

Qin Lu was just right in every aspect. There was no discord, and one could genuinely feel the difference in temperament between him and an ordinary person.

As Tang Yutang looked over when he glanced in her direction, she couldn't help but feel her heart race.

Maintaining her professional demeanor, after a brief introduction with Qin Lu, she arranged for him to take a seat in the makeup room.

Makeup and costume were integral; one couldn't be compromised without affecting the other. With Qin Lu achieving a stunning effect solely through costumes, one could only imagine the outcome once the complete makeup was done and the final portrait was captured.

She observed Qin Lu's facial contours up close, selecting the right foundation and eyebrow shape. Perhaps except for makeup artists, few people had the opportunity to examine him so closely. With his eyes closed, his thick black lashes fell gently, and his delicate, faintly shaped brows were unique.

Taking advantage of the work, Tang Yutang took a moment to marvel. Qin Lu's skin didn't require much concealing, especially at the age of seventeen, which could be considered the prime of youth. Although she had worked with many crews before, and many first or second-tier actresses would have their own makeup artists, lesser-known actors, especially males, and those with less popularity, usually relied on the crew's makeup artists. Thus, she had already done makeup for quite a few artists.

The nature of an artist's work often led to frequent day-and-night shifts and long periods wearing makeup. Finely edited or filtered images didn't resemble real people; they presented flawless skin, whereas in reality, stars were just ordinary people, often with visible pores and fine lines, especially under the strain of late nights and almost twenty-four-hour makeup wear, often worse than normal people.

This was why many stars spent one to two hours on makeup before going out each day, and the salaries of top makeup artists were exceptionally high, with one-time makeup costing up to five figures.

Having seen the truth behind many "masks," Tang Yutang couldn't help but marvel at Qin Lu's skin.

Youth was truly wonderful! A handsome guy who was young, handsome, and had good skin was a treasure for makeup artists!

Tang Yutang couldn't help but get excited. After carefully observing Qin Lu's facial contours, she designed makeup suitable for him and in line with his role based on his bone structure.

Qin Lu didn't know how long had passed, but he was patient. He had grown accustomed to this process, and in most cases in his previous life, makeup was a kind of rest for him, allowing him to relax for a while.

The wig fitting process actually took longer. Despite experiencing it many times in his previous life, Qin Lu still didn't quite like the feeling.

To firmly fix and make it look more like an actor's real hair, the glue would be very tight. By the time summer came, sweat would gather inside the wig, making it very uncomfortable, and it had to be worn all day because removing it was troublesome.

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