Lovely Allergen

Time is getting more and more tight. The team of [Little Swallows in Huayi] is almost too busy to sleep. They spend a lot of time all night rushing to make accessories and make final adjustments to the ready-made clothes.The start of the show is very important, for the entire show is the first opportunity to catch the eye.

The first set of costumes that appeared on the stage was designed by Xiaoqi and Zhou Yi. In order to reflect the theme, they made the "green clothes" in ancient poems. The clothes under the clothes were dressed in the Tang Dynasty style, and the headwear and dress were all Tang style. The model is also taken by Nan Jia himself.

But under the lights of the final rehearsal, the effect of playing in a dress is not good enough.Watching the video playback, Nan Jia always believes that the green clothes are too simple, and are more suitable for the later sets of chivalrous style costumes designed by Chenpi, which can not achieve the effect of catching the eye at a glance.

Everyone was at a loss, thinking that the time could not be remedied, and Xiaoqi could only give suggestions for decoration with flowers.

At last Nan Jia raised her eyebrows when she faced Lezhi who had been silent, "What do you mean? You little wise man, you can think about how to decorate your clothes."

Le Zhishi lay on the table and turned around, "Give it up."

"Huh?" Nan Jia couldn't believe it, "Are you going to give up?"

"I'm talking about giving up the clothes at the beginning." Le Zhishi sat upright and said seriously, "I actually have an idea, but I don't know if it will be too late. I read a lot of ancient books when I checked the information, "Sui Shu". It was written in Sui Yang's "Taste of hunting and rain, and go into the oil coat from left to right." This oil coat is actually the rain coat worn by the rich in ancient times."

"Although walking along the runway to the top and taking off the clothes at the final point is a good idea, the clothes in the models are actually so gorgeous, and they shouldn't wear the clothes in green."

Monday frowned, "But... what do you want to do with oil coats? Isn't it sticky?"

Le Zhishi turned around and said, “It’s actually not difficult. What I read in my book is to soak silk silk with tung oil. After making it, use a mixture of soil and water to paste on the clothes, dry it in the shade in a ventilated place, and peel it off. It won’t be sticky, you can let in water, and it won’t be soaked by the water on the stage. We can try to reproduce it." He looked down at his watch, "There is still time."

"This is not bad." Nan Jia agreed. "We still have a lot of silk fabrics. If the effect is good, it will be much more gorgeous than the fur."

Because there are people full of action like Le Zhishi, Nan Jia, and Qu Zhi in the group, they started the planB plan for the show when they were only 20 hours away from the catwalk after confirming that there were no errors in other processes. , Use the discarded golden silk silk to soak golden tung oil to make oil coat.

This process is much more difficult than they thought. Xiaoqi used a sewing machine to sew the oil coat cloak by hand, but felt that it was not suitable for the hat. Under the modified design of Lezhishi, they decided to put a light gold veil on the original hat. To match the tung oil golden silk silk cloak.

After brushing the three layers of tung oil, the dried tangerine peel and the mud that had been dug from the back mountain were transported on Monday. They were reconstituted with water, spread on a fixed board and dried with a hair dryer and a large electric fan. They waited for several hours, and waited for Nanjia to reconfirm it. The bgm and catwalk time stuck in the audience, and the mud shell was dried.

When Xiaoqi peeled off the mud shell little by little and put the complete cloak on Nan Jia leisurely, everyone cheered in unison in the preparation room at 6 o'clock in the morning.

Le Zhishi felt that his goose bumps were all up, and the spark of group creation made him very excited.

It’s already 7:30 in the morning after everything has been packed. They are busy matching all the ready-to-wear and accessories to make it easy to change models. There are 30 sets, ten sets for each sub-theme, and the amount of work is not small.

"There is a rehearsal at noon. We have to take the model to the stage for two trips, and then put on make-up. It is estimated that there will not be too many opportunities to rest at the beginning of the game." Nan Jia looked at his watch and wanted to talk. Can't help but yawn.

Qu Zhi patted his shoulder, "Let's take a while?"

Nan Jia glanced at her and was about to lean up, but got up in the middle, sat upright and patted her face, "No, I will sleep soundly."

Le Zhishi couldn't help but smile, "In order to prevent our beautiful show models from falling off the stage, I, Xiao Yanzi, the spiritual leader of the floral dress group, allow you to sleep for a while."

"Yes, I allow it too!"

"Sleep, Nan Jia sister."

Let the three girls sleep on the chairs in the preparation room, and the remaining three boys were busy completing the match, and finally finished them all at ten thirty.Le Zhishi felt that she was almost cramped and didn't want to move, but they still had to take the model to rehearse.

"Are your parents coming?"

"Come on, I must come to witness my highlight moments!" Chen Pi was very stunned, and when she turned her arm on the crutches, "Lele, how about you?"

"Huh?" Le Zhishi nodded, "I want to come, so long ago I asked me to get them tickets, and I might have to video the whole process."

"Wow, your mother loves you too much."

"Yeah..." Although not his mother.

In the end, he couldn't help sending a message to Song Yu, even though he knew that Song Yu was going to hold a morning group meeting today.

[Lele: Your little boyfriend is almost gone.]

There were so many people at the rehearsal site. Lezhishi had relied on coffee to continue his life. After following them, he heard the drumbeat of the stage sound, and felt that his heartbeat was not normal, he was sweating all over, and he had a reaction similar to heart palpitations.

I originally stood in Nanjia to help confirm the models one by one, but Le Zhishi was really heartbeat, and wanted to find a place where I could lean away from the speakers.

"Huh? Where's the boy who closed the show..."

Le Zhishi didn't hear Nan Jia talking to himself. He walked to the door alone and saw the long ticket-checking table. He wanted to lean on, but he didn't expect to meet someone from Xinchuan Academy.

Xu Lin, who was in the lead, saw Le Zhishi at a glance, and asked him very proudly after a long distance, "Mixed-blood sweetheart, why are you alone, where are your shrimp soldiers?"

Le Zhishi's heart palpitations were still unresolved, so he barely glanced at him, and said nothing.

Seeing his pale face, Xu Lin also felt weird, "What's wrong with you? Didn't eat." He moved closer, and his finger touched Lezhi's arm, "It's okay, your face is so pale. Is it born so white or is it sick?"

Le Zhishi felt that his mind was not normal, but he didn't want to say, "I'm fine."

"Really? No, second in the game, first in body. I'll take you to the hospital."

The new passer behind him also wondered that he actually said the second nonsense of the game, "No, Xu Lin, it's our rehearsal for a while, don't you stare."

"I can stare at the flowers." Xu Lin took Lezhishi's arm and dragged him out for two steps. "If you can't go, I tell you that few people can take me a ride."

"No need, I'm fine, I just took too much caffeine." Le Zhishi broke away from his hand, his feet were soft, but was caught by another person. When he looked up, he saw Song Yu's face. I also felt that I was wrong.

"Why are you here?" Le Zhishi's voice was very soft, "Didn't it say that it will be open until half past twelve?"

"We left halfway." Song Yu answered very concisely, and subconsciously went to check Lezhishi's forehead to confirm that he did not have a fever. Then he glanced at Xu Lin who was standing in front of them and asked blankly. "who are you?"

"Ah? I..." Xu Lin retracted his hand in embarrassment, "I am his opponent, the kind that will press him on the ground and rub him hard."

Song Yu frowned, thinking that the child had a problem with his brain, so he chose to ignore it and took Lezhishi into his arms, "Let's go, let's eat something first."

"But I haven't told Sister Nan Jia..."

"I said, you need to rest now."

Ignored Xu Lin stayed in place, looking at the back of the two, as angry as a boiling kettle.