Are you trying to tease me [Entertainment]

"Hey, the two who are squatting, get up!" Fu Lang was so busy backstage at the show, but in a blink of an eye he saw the two finale performers squatting in a corner and biting their ears, his eyes turned dark with anger, "Dating love Don't talk about it here!"

"Ah, don't worry, don't worry." Ye Yuanxi put his arms around Yu Fengqiao's shoulders, raised his head and smiled at Fu Lang, "I'm just looking for feelings for Teacher Yu."

Fu Langcai looked at the two of them lazily, and after a blank look, he just threw a box in his hand into Yu Fengqiao's hand: "Hurry up and put it on."

Ye Yuanxi grabbed the box and opened it first, and found a pair of black earrings lying inside.

"Hey, the pierced ears of young people in our society are finally coming in handy." Ye Yuanxi smiled and patted Yu Fengqiao, "Turn your head around, brother will wear it for you."

Yu Fengqiao's ears were pierced because of the shooting of a previous movie.He seldom wears this kind of decoration in his normal life, but this time in order to meet the show effect Fu Lang requested, Yu Fengqiao still donated his ears for free.

"Tell me if it hurts you." Ye Yuanxi rubbed his earlobe, straightened up, carefully removed the plug behind the earring, and slowly poked the silver needle into Yu Fengqiao's earlobe carefully.

There was no expression on Yu Fengqiao's face. Apart from frowning uncomfortably at first, there was no special reaction throughout the whole process.

Ye Yuanxi, on the other hand, squatted halfway, wrestling with the little thing in his hand as if he was facing a big enemy.

The consequence of not wearing earrings for a long time is that Yu Fengqiao's ear hole has almost been closed long ago, and now he is almost poking him a new one with a needle.

Although Yu Fengqiao didn't say anything, Ye Yuanxi was afraid of his pain.

He was so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe, and he didn't even notice that the photographer holding the camera had arrived behind them.

Yu Fengqiao saw it, but didn't say anything. After smiling with the photographer, she continued to lower her head obediently, so that Ye Yuanxi could pierc his earrings.

Fu Lang's design style is the same as his person's, delicate and glamorous, with a touch of evil in the fairy air, very contradictory, but very contradictory.Therefore, the models he screened are basically as pale and thin as him, with a standard world-weary face, with almost no facial features, and everything is for the clothes on his body.

But Yu Fengqiao and Ye Yuanxi, the two special guests, were really eye-catching, and their aura was too strong.In order to better fit his own brand style, Fu Lang put a lot of effort into the accessories of these two people.

After finally putting earrings on Yu Fengqiao, Ye Yuanxi moved up to him and blew on his red earlobes distressedly: "But don't say it, it's really pretty to look good."

Yu Fengqiao's complexion was fair in itself, but after putting on makeup, the strange blue-gray color in her eyes was highlighted even more, crystal clear and translucent, contrasting with the shining black earrings on her earlobes, she was simply not like an ordinary person.

Yu Fengqiao lowered his head, letting Ye Yuanxi help him organize his clothes.

After being embellished with exquisite makeup and accessories on his body, he had already put away his original cool and elegant temperament in the show, and now his eyes are flowing, only a little laziness and sloppyness remain.

Like a noble young master who just came out of a banquet, he rolled up the cuffs of his shirt lazily, carelessly, but full of dignity and arrogance could be revealed in his bones.

"Old Comrade Yu." Looking at Yu Fengqiao who was so calm and relaxed, Ye Yuanxi bit his lips, "I seem to be a little nervous."

Fu Lang's battle to establish a brand was very big. The press conference hadn't started yet, but the outside was already full of artists and celebrities, and countless media had been invited.

As long as he and Yu Fengqiao dared to walk out here side by side, they would basically kick open the cabinet door.

Yu Fengqiao smiled and shook her head: "I'm not nervous when you're here."

My whole world is standing by my side, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Then you can lead me out later, okay?" Ye Yuanxi looked at him seriously, "Otherwise I'm afraid."

outfield.

Luo Jia found his seat according to the instructions on the invitation letter, gathered his coat and sat down carefully, trying to leave the side of his face with better lines for the media standing behind.

He was very unsure whether this invitation letter was sent to him by Fu Lang himself, because this position was really, really good.

Seeing that the old domestic movie queens who have established themselves in the international fashion circle are all sitting in the second row, Luo Jia always feels that... the central position in the first row is a bit unsettling for him.

He just turned his head to talk to the other party, but found a familiar figure walking beside him.

"Lang is really considerate." Mr. Will smiled and sat down in his seat, talking with a lady next to him, "I'm really curious about his works."

"He always has so many exquisite little ideas." The middle-aged lady next to him is the manager of another famous brand, speaking English with an Italian accent, chatting with Mr. Will with a smile, "But he won't show in the future It's such a pity, I heard that Laura originally wanted to invite him to the spring and summer show."

"In any case, his show will definitely not disappoint us." Old Will shrugged, "He also said that he prepared a big surprise for us this time. Refuse to disclose."

"Ah, I listen too... Hey, the little boy next to you has been looking at you for a long time, is he saying hello to you?"

The sudden interruption of the interesting topic made Will a little unhappy. He frowned and turned around, looking at the young man beside him uncomfortably.

A rather small Asian man, dressed neatly and uninspired, not very flattering.

It was Will, who finally set his sights on the man's face.

oh god.

who is this.

Old Will couldn't hold back the smile on his face anymore, and instantly began to bury Fu Langlai in his heart who was still boasting without thinking just now.

To arrange such a shabby person beside him, Fu Lang probably didn't deliberately scare him into coming.

Almost everyone in the industry knows that Old Will is an out-and-out face controler, and he only controls fresh and youthful looks.The brands he has launched in recent years, whether they are luxury goods or fast fashion brands, are also mainly aimed at young people.

"Hello, Mr. Will." Luo Jia couldn't hide the excitement on his face.

Unlike Old Will who was full of displeasure, now Luo Jia had no thought at all about who sent him the invitation.

All he can think about now is that his chance to stand up has finally come.

Although he lost this season's endorsement, Will has more than one brand in his hands. As long as he can build a bridge with him, there is no international market that can't be opened!

It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him to have such a close contact with Will.

He ignored Wu Jing's objection to watch the show, and there was nothing wrong with it.Wu Jing's needless worries really got in the way.

"I'm Luo Jia, the Luo Jia who has cooperated with your brand before." He smiled brightly, and stretched out his hand to shake Will's hand.

"Luo Jia?" Will squinted his eyes, and repeated the name he seemed to have some impressions with some hesitation.

He doesn't work with Asians much, firstly because there are not many Asian artists appearing in the international market, and secondly...he can't always remember their names.

God knows why they have such awkward names.

Will sighed, looking at the young man with a flattering smile in front of him in the dim light of the show, feeling unhappy.

He did have an impression of this person, but that impression was not very good.

Because just a few days ago, Yu Fengqiao mentioned this person to him.

Who is Yu Fengqiao?

Others are proud of being the darling of the fashion circle, but this person is famous for his indifference to the fashion circle.

How many designers have shown kindness to Yu Fengqiao, how many brands have invited him to watch shows, and want to sign his endorsement.

But helplessly, this young master who grew up in all kinds of high-end and exclusive tailors has a high vision. Except for a few top luxury endorsements, he has always been insensitive to other brands.

The reason for his evasion is also very simple and sincere, because he has been on the set all year round, and he doesn't need many private clothes, and the dresses for formal occasions are monopolized by a few specific brands, so other brands really don't have that expensive share. The endorsement fee is necessary to find him.

This made Old Will, who had always admired him very much, really brood.

You know, since Yu Fengqiao debuted, he has taken a fancy to this young man at a glance.But he also knew in his heart that with Yu Fengqiao's background and the resources he possessed, there was no need to cling to him, so he could only take a proper look at it from a rational distance.

Yu Fengqiao's personal relationship with everyone in the circle was not good, so when he came to find him, Old Will was almost taken aback.

Unexpectedly, after preparing for a long time, he finally ushered in the meeting with Yu Fengqiao.

As soon as the other party opened his mouth, he told him that the spokesperson for his brand was not well selected.

"I had some, um, not a pleasant contact with him. I feel that his image and character may be far from the effect you want. I came here because I wanted to give some kind reminders to my friends. He doesn't fit your brand."

What Yu Fengqiao said was indeed correct.

Old Will looked at the person in front of him who already had crow's feet in the corner of his eyes, and raised his eyebrows in displeasure.

He did not personally participate in the selection of the spokesperson, but he also saw the person's profile and photos when he signed.

It had to be said that the person in front of him was not at all similar to what he had seen before.

Such a myth of immortality in China, the first love of the nation that countless girls admire.

Fortunately, he had the nerve to say it.

It's true that he likes young people, but he also really appreciates beauties who have been polished by time.

It's a pity that this so-called pure male god is nothing.

He is no longer young, but he doesn't have any temperament of a mature man.

He thought that his innocent and affectionate appearance seemed immature and innocent, but he didn't know that in the eyes of others, it was just a disgusting posturing.

"Now may not be a good time to chat." Will smiled gentlemanly, ignoring Luo Jia's outstretched hand, "The show is about to begin."

Luo Jia, who was planning a lot of words and wanted to cry with Will, was caught by such a long paragraph, as if someone had suddenly pinched his throat.

"Sir...I." He spoke again, trying to win some chances to speak.

"Let's talk about it later, shall we?" Will raised his hand and waved, his tone impatient, "I'm here to see the show."

When the time came, all the lights in the show were dimmed, and the people who were chatting also stopped tacitly, and collectively turned their attention to the center.

There are jagged branches above the catwalk, and in the middle of the branches is a hazy moon.

The violin solo played slowly, and the first model walked out of the darkness stepping on the rhythm.

The theme color of Lin Lang's first season is mainly dark colors. The makeup on the faces of the models on stage is very light. The body is exquisitely cut, but although the color is depressing, the details are decorated with sparkling jewels. The costumes set off perfectly.

Fu Lang's design style is very similar to his own.

Not bright, not lively.

He is like a person who has lived in a dark castle all year round, dull and depressing, but with a luxury and grace that is hard to ignore.

The gems of various colors on the clothes are not tacky at all, but like beautiful stars shining in this dark space.

The people in the front row moved closer one after another, using the equipment in their hands to take pictures of the details on the clothes.

When entering the second part, the style of the music slowly changed, as if it had shifted from a beautiful night at night to late at night. It was generally quieter and deeper, but there were some slight noises in the dark.

The other colors on the runway are also slowly disappearing, and the only thing left is a large black.

But what appeared instead of gemstones was the exquisite embroidery that appeared on the clothes, from only appearing on the cuffs to spreading across the entire piece at the end, blood red, bright yellow, emerald green, these conspicuous colors are decorated on the black base, as if in the dark night All kinds of beauty that are willing to bloom in the middle.

Will kept shooting with his mobile phone, and sometimes stopped to discuss Fu Lang's designs and ideas in a low voice with the lady next to him, looking very serious.

From the beginning to the end, he never even glanced at Lorgar.

Luo Jia pinched his own cuffs and frowned tightly.

He wasn't interested in the show itself, and at this juncture, he wasn't even interested in taking a few photos.

The actresses in the second row and other domestic artists had noticed him when he spoke just now, and they were talking in a low voice at the moment.

Lorgar couldn't hear what they were saying, but it always seemed like they were talking about himself.

When people doubt themselves, they always feel that the whole world doubts them.

Although he is a well-deserved big name in China, the number of fans is unbelievably huge.

But he has always held an inferiority complex that he dare not admit.

Especially in such international high-end fashion occasions, he always feels that others are looking at him, and he always feels that the eyes of these people make him invisible, making him feel... that he is still the fledgling who is looked down upon by everyone because of his poor background college students.

Who saved him at that time?

It's Xi Yuan...

Probably his.

Not watching Jinxiu, Luo Jia's mind began to be in a trance.

He is like a god half suddenly descended into his own world, he drives him to class, to audition, always finds some exquisite restaurants but he goes to experience, and will take him to see exhibitions and go shopping on weekends Go to an art gallery.

At that time, Xi Yuan was very young, talented, suave, romantic and uninhibited.

Luo Jia almost looked up at him as an unattainable existence.

What was Dan Xiyuan like at that time.

Probably like the sun tearing apart his clouded life.

The music suddenly sounded at this moment, interrupting Luo Jia's thoughts.

He looked up in confusion, looking at the now empty runway.

There are more elements involved in the background music, like being confused, struggling, and gathering strength.

The dense drumming builds up and the number of participating instruments increases until the very end.

A big drum interrupted the complicated music.

The whole place was silent.

After a while, a grand symphony suddenly sounded, and the lights on the stage were instantly turned on accordingly.

The previously silent moonlight and stars disappeared, replaced by the white light of dawn tearing apart the darkness.

From the light source, a black shadow slowly walked out.

The white light was very dazzling, and everyone could only see the vague figure of that person, tall, slender, and straight.

Everyone held their breath, watching the slender figure with halo slowly walking towards them.

The people who are close have already screamed, making all the people who are sitting far away and can't see clearly feel like they are sitting on pins and needles, trying to lean forward to see more clearly, wanting to see who it is, it can actually cause That faux pas but a riot.

But in everyone's expectation, that person stopped.

He turned sideways, reaching back with his hand.

In the huge bright light, another figure gradually appeared.

Everyone saw two hands clasped tightly in mid-air, and the person who walked out first bent down and printed a kiss on the back of the other's hand.

Then, the whole show was bright as day in an instant.

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