Chapter 24

Feng Ruixue here is no different from Feng, the store manager in another time and space. She is meticulous and refined, even though she knows that she needs to redo her look when taking photos. She wears a seasonal new branded scarf around her neck and carries a small handbag, revealing a sparkling diamond studded watch on her wrist.

Feng Ruixue pursed her thin lips, her small chin showing an unhappy trace, and silently found a sofa to sit in a corner, ignoring anyone.

She didn't know Jiang Xiaoyuan, and there had never been a spendthrift named Jiang Xiaoyuan in Feng Ruixue's life in this world. However, she accidentally ended up with Huo Boyu. When they walked in, they were like a submissive crane leading a colorful white faced wild chicken.

The clever cashier extended a finger and fiercely poked the stunned bear photographer. The photographer suddenly woke up from a dream, jumped up, rubbed his hands, and approached, saying, "I'll pour you a glass of water. You can take a look at our work first, choose a few themes, and then the stylist can match the themes to do the styling for the two of you

He reached out and pointed at Jiang Xiaoyuan, successfully drawing the gaze of his estranged ex boyfriend and ex best friend who had pried against her.

Jiang Xiaoyuan remained expressionless, with mixed emotions.

Feng Rui's snowy gaze cast a subtle glance around Jiang Xiaoyuan's attire, both winter and summer. 'Is she a stylist?'

The photographer responded nervously.

Jiang Xiaoyuan's plain face was unconvincing. Feng Ruixue looked at it and felt even more dissatisfied. After a moment of silence, Feng Ruixue said gloomily, "It looks a bit small, okay

She just looks small and takes good care of herself, "the photographer nervously sweated from behind and started talking nonsense," Actually, she's already in her thirties

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "..."

I really want to give him a bear face.

At the moment Jiang Xiaoyuan saw Feng Ruixue, she wished she could run out through the crack in the door, but her footsteps seemed to have taken root and stuck in place, making her laugh and cry at the absurdity of this incident.

How did Feng Ruixue treat her in the past? At that time, when Jiang Xiaoyuan went to her store, she would personally welcome her out. She usually coaxed Jiang Xiaoyuan even better than her boyfriend. Jiang Xiaoyuan said one thing, but Feng Ruixue would never say two. Whenever Jiang Xiaoyuan and Feng Ruixue chat, they are always very happy. In fact, when I think back later, even if their relationship is good, can two truly equal friends never argue or argue? Even if one of them has high emotional intelligence and can solve most of the conflicts, doesn't she have a low mood and don't want to deal with people?

How could one party always unilaterally accommodate the other.

Feng Ruixue must be very tired to be with her, right? Always trying to flatter and flatter.

Now it's better, the feng shui has taken turns. Jiang Xiaoyuan stood, Feng Ruixue sat, Jiang Xiaoyuan had a stiff smile, and Feng Ruixue asked her in person with a look of distrust, 'Is it okay?'.

Huo Boyu ingratiated himself by placing the sample on his lap and flipping through two pages, he was about to ask, "How about this? Hey, you see, isn't this good

Feng Ruixue lowered her head and played with her phone, ignoring him.

The photographer stood beside him with a red face and ears, looking as if sitting on pins and needles, truly deserving of this shaky wedding photography studio.

Huo Boyu coaxed him a few times and became impatient. In the end, the two of them each occupied a corner of the sofa, ignoring each other as if they were not here to take wedding photos, but to apply for a divorce certificate.

The warm air from the air conditioner melted Jiang Xiaoyuan's stiff limbs, and her blank mind slowly regained its strength. She lowered her head and tidied up the makeup tools in the studio.

I don't know if Feng Ruixue from another time and space will eventually come together with Huo Boyu, but sooner or later she will also see the true face of this vase with a white face, right? Will she regret it then? Will she never forget her car accident?

Jiang Xiaoyuan thought she had only been stunned for a short while and was called by the photographer three times before coming to her senses. It turned out that Huo Boyu had already chosen a theme and the two of them were about to change clothes.

The cashier girl, who holds multiple positions such as front desk, assistant, and costume designer, rushed over eagerly to take Feng Ruixue to the women's changing room.

At first, Feng Ruixue remained expressionless, but Huo Boyu approached her with a shy face and bit his ear, saying, "Taking a set of photos in other places can easily cost thousands of yuan, but their family only costs a few hundred yuan. Isn't it just a set of photos? The photos taken in some places are different. Maybe their family looks shabby, but their skills are good. Is it necessary to make them so luxurious? They all look the same when taken

Jiang Xiaoyuan watched coldly, feeling regretful for Feng Ruixue.

Feng Ruixue suddenly threw him away, without even glancing at Huo Boyu, and followed the smiling cashier into the female guest changing room.

The photographer quickly stuffed the selected sample into Jiang Xiaoyuan's arms and whispered, "Take a closer look at this design, please, please, please

He was like a big bear performing along the street begging for honey, groping pitifully at Jiang Xiaoyuan before hurriedly turning to Huo Boyu and leading him to the men's locker room.

In the vast hall, only Jiang Xiaoyuan was left to enjoy the cabinet air conditioning alone, but she remained cold. Looking at the pure white wedding dress in the photo, she felt cold, and looking back on her past and present life, she was also cold.

The costumes in the wild chicken photography studio are really disgusting. Anyway, when Feng Ruixue came out, her eyebrows were twisted to death, and goosebumps were freezing on her bare shoulders. With Jiang Xiaoyuan's understanding of her, her patience had probably reached its limit.

The cashier kindly suggested, "Why don't you put on your scarf first? I'll go get it for you

Don't touch! "Feng Ruixue blurted out, probably not intending to endure any longer. Her disgust was exposed openly," Your clothes are so dirty

The cashier's face turned into a tomato.

Feng Ruixue didn't want to give anyone face anymore, "she said fiercely," I brought my own cosmetics, I don't need your things

After she finished speaking, she took out her small handbag and took out a makeup bag from inside. She glanced at Jiang Xiaoyuan and asked impolitely, "Do you know how to use it

With Jiang Xiaoyuan's personality, upon hearing this provocation, she had to go berserk, but she didn't.

Because as she approached Feng Ruixue, Jiang Xiaoyuan noticed something she hadn't seen clearly earlier - such as Feng Ruixue's seemingly high-end branded makeup bag, which was actually a gift from a cosmetics counter, given away with any eyebrow pencil. There is also Feng Ruixue's diamond studded watch that looks frighteningly valuable. Jiang Xiaoyuan doesn't understand the movement, but she can tell at a glance that the colored gemstones on the twelve hour scales on the dial are incorrect. The genuine watch is arranged in a clockwise direction, starting from bright red and transitioning with rainbow colors. Miss Feng's watch is arranged inside out, and the trademark above the dial has a slightly raised tail, like a hidden mockery.

Feng Ruixue's sparkling brand name, apart from the relatively cheap scarf, surprisingly has nothing real.

In an instant, Jiang Xiaoyuan's resentment towards her disappeared into thin air. She just casually counted the cosmetics in Feng Ruixue's bag and said calmly, "Okay

With these words, Jiang Xiaoyuan picked up Feng Ruixue's lipstick again, opened it and looked at it: "The color is bright. I think your lips are thin, which is more suitable for a down-to-earth matte lipstick. There is one in the shop. If you don't mind, I will use a cotton swab to color you."

Feng Ruixue stared at her for a moment, but when she saw that Jiang Xiaoyuan had no response, she angrily gave up.

As soon as Jiang Xiaoyuan touched the cosmetics, she felt like a fish in water. She completely regarded Feng Ruixue as a large-sized doll, and her gaze was always focused on a certain part of her face, without even making eye contact with Feng Ruixue.

In another time and space, Feng Ruixue asked her, "Why do we need so much superiority to survive?" Now, Feng Ruixue in this time and space has given her the answer with a lofty attitude and a pseudonym all over her——

Because I know in my heart that I am not outstanding, and I understand what kind of person I am, I greedily search for endless superiority from all aspects, creating a false impression that I am not the same person as you, in order to conceal my fear of mediocrity and incompetence.

"It's so sad." Jiang Xiaoyuan pitifully lifted Feng Ruixue's face, and carefully dragged the thick lipstick from her lips with a cotton swab, as if meticulously depicting a flower blooming in flames. She thought, "We two fools."

Jiang Xiaoyuan showed off her twelve point skill and gave Feng Ruixue an impeccable makeup. At the same time, she lowered her hair and skillfully pulled through the styling water, demonstrating the new ability she had learned in the hair salon.

The photographer, whose head was about to touch the beam of the house, watched from the side, tears welling up in her eyes as she thanked the heavens. She felt like she had hit a stroke of luck - even though he was a rough and inexperienced man, it was clear that Jiang Xiaoyuan had a much higher level of skill than the makeup artist in their store. She seemed to be familiar with the customer's face as well as her own, trying to make the most of the rough and refined elements, which made the mosquito net like tattered wedding dress even more upscale.

Feng Ruixue didn't expect this makeup artist with a bare face and unkempt appearance to be so amazing. She stared at the mirror for a long time and then turned to ask Jiang Xiaoyuan, "Where did you learn makeup

Jiang Xiaoyuan wiped her hands and answered without looking up, "Wild Road

Feng Ruixue scrutinized her carefully for a moment, then hesitated and asked, "Have I seen you somewhere before? I always feel a bit familiar

After saying this, she also felt something was wrong and quickly added, "No, I didn't mean anything else

Jiang Xiaoyuan smiled silently and finished Huo Boyu's makeup three times and five times. She watched as the clumsy photographer eagerly invited them to the photography room.

Jiang Xiaoyuan sat in the air conditioning and sunlight, casually flipping through the fake and cheap samples, waiting to do the next set of styling, recalling her forgotten teenage years.

Before studying abroad, when her father asked her what she wanted to learn in the future, she blurted out without hesitation, "Study art

Unfortunately, she ultimately failed in her studies and only became a playboy who loved dressing and makeup.

Now that the extravagance has disappeared, she looks back on her fleeting life after a long sedimentation, but it is impossible to reminisce anymore.

She still owes Qilian more than 4000 yuan, enduring the tedious work at a hair salon and occasionally being pulled to the opposite studio as a foreign aid, even as a means of adjusting her life.

By the time she saves enough money to buy winter clothes, it's probably time for spring.

What is art and is it related to her for half a penny?