Lovely Allergen

Time is getting tighter and tighter. The team of [Little Swallow Wears Pieces] 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 garments.The opening of the show is very important, and it is the first chance to catch the attention of the whole show.

The first set of costumes was co-designed by Xiaoqi and Zhou Yi. In order to reflect the theme, they made the "green coir raincoat" in ancient poetry. The model is also played by Nan Jia herself.

But under the lights of the final rehearsal, the effect of appearing in a coir raincoat was not good enough.Watching the video playback, Nanjia always thought that the green coir raincoat was too plain, and it was more suitable for the next few sets of chivalrous costumes designed by Chen Pi, which could not catch the eye at a glance.

Everyone was at a loss, thinking that the current time was beyond repair, and Xiaoqi could only give suggestions for decorating with flowers.

Finally, Nan Jia raised her eyebrows at Le Zhishi who had been silent all this time, "What do you think? You are a smart little star, think about how to decorate the coir raincoat better."

Le Zhishi lay on the table, twirling his pen, "Give up."

"Ah?" Nanjia couldn't believe it, "Are you actually going to give up?"

"I'm talking about giving up the coir raincoat at the beginning." Le Zhishi sat up straight and said seriously, "I actually have an idea, but I don't know if it's too late. I read a lot of ancient books when I was looking for information, "Sui Shu" In it, it is written that Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty "Taste the hunting and meet the rain, and enter the oil coat from the left and right." This oil coat is actually the raincoat worn by the rich in ancient times."

"Although the idea of ​​walking to the top of the runway and finally taking off the coir raincoat at a fixed point is good, but in fact the clothes on the model are so gorgeous, in terms of identity, they shouldn't be wearing green coir raincoats."

Zhou Yi frowned, "But... how should the oil coat be made, won't it be very sticky?"

Le Zhishi turned his pen, "It's actually not difficult. I read that the silk is soaked in tung oil. After making it, mix it with soil and water and paste it on the clothes. Dry it in a ventilated place and peel it off. It won’t be sticky, and it can still release water, so it won’t be drenched 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." Nanjia agreed, "We still have a lot of silk fabrics. If the effect is good, it will be much more gorgeous than coir raincoats."

Because there are active people like Le Zhishi, Nan Jia and Qu Zhi in the team, they started the plan B plan for the show when they confirmed that there were no mistakes in other processes and only [-] hours before the show. , use previously discarded gold silk to soak golden tung oil to make oil coat.

This process was much more difficult than they imagined. Xiaoqi sewed the oil coat cloak by hand with a sewing machine, but felt that it was not suitable for the bamboo hat. After Le Zhishi modified the design, they decided to adorn the original bamboo hat with a light gold veil. To match the tung oil gold silk cloak.

After brushing three layers of tung oil, Chen Pi and Zhou Yi brought the freshly dug mud from the back mountain, reconciled it with water, spread it on the fixed board, and dried it with a hair dryer and a large electric fan. After waiting for several hours, Nanjia reconfirmed it The bgm and catwalk time of the whole audience are stuck, and the mud shell is only dry.

When Xiaoqi peeled off the mud shell little by little and fluttered the complete cloak on Nanjia, everyone cheered in unison in the preparation room at six o'clock in the morning.

Le Zhishi felt that his skin was getting goosebumps, and he was very excited by the spark of group creation.

It was already 07:30 in the morning after packing up, and they were busy matching all the ready-to-wear and accessories into a set for the convenience of changing models. There are a total of [-] 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 models to the stage twice, and then we have to put on makeup. I guess we won't have much chance to rest until the competition starts." Nan Jia looked at his watch and wanted to talk, but finally I couldn't help but yawned.

Qu Zhi patted himself on the shoulder, "Leave for a while?"

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

Le Zhishi couldn't help laughing, "In order to prevent our beautiful model who opened the show from falling down on the stage, I, Little Swallow, the mental team leader of the floral dress team, allow you to sleep for a while."

"Yes, I allow it too!"

"Sleep, Miss Nanjia."

Let the three girls sleep on the chairs in the preparation room, and the remaining three boys are busy completing the matching, and finally finished all at 10:30.Le Zhishi felt like she was almost cramped, and she didn't want to move anymore, but they still had to lead the model rehearsal.

"Are your parents coming?"

"Come on, I must come to witness my highlight moment!" Chen Pi was very embarrassed, and when he took his arm to abduct Le Zhi, "How about you, Lele?"

"Ah?" Le Zhishi nodded, "If you want to come, I will get tickets for them a long time ago, and I may have to record the whole process."

"Wow, your mother loves you too much."

"Yeah..." Although it's not my own mother.

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

[Lele: Your little boyfriend is about to be crippled. ]

There were a lot of people at the rehearsal. Le Zhishi had been relying on coffee to survive. As soon as he followed them, he heard the drumbeat of the stage speakers, and felt that his heartbeat was not normal.

Originally standing in Nanjia to help confirm the models one by one, but Le Zhishi's heart was beating violently, and he wanted to find a place far away from the stereo and could lean on it.

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

Le Zhishi didn't hear Nan Jia talking to herself, and walked to the door alone, saw the long table for checking tickets, and wanted to lean in, but unexpectedly met someone from Xinchuan College.

Xu Lin, who was in the lead, saw Le Zhishi at a glance, and asked him very arrogantly from a long distance, "Half-race sweetheart, why are you on the order, where are your shrimp soldiers and crab generals?"

Le Zhishi's palpitations were still not calm, so he reluctantly glanced at him, but didn't speak.

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

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

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

The new passer behind him still wondered that he actually said the nonsense about the second place in the game, "No, Xu Lin, it's our rehearsal for a while, don't keep an eye on it."

"I can stare at flowers." Xu Lin held Le Zhishi's arm and dragged him to take two steps outside, "Will you go or not, let me tell you that very few people can give me a ride."

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

"Why are you here?" Le Zhishi's voice was very soft, "Didn't you say the meeting will be open until 12:30?"

"Leaving on the way." Song Yu answered very concisely. Subconsciously, he went to touch Le Zhishi's forehead to confirm that he had no symptoms of fever. Then he glanced at Xu Lin who was standing in front of them, and asked blankly, "Who are you?"

"Ah? I..." Xu Lin withdrew his hand in embarrassment, "I'm his opponent, the kind who would press him on the ground and rub hard."

Song Yu frowned, feeling that the child had some brain problems, so he chose to ignore it, and took Le Zhishi into his arms, "Let's go, go eat something first."

"But I haven't told Sister Nanjia yet..."

"I said, you need to rest now."

Xu Lin, who was ignored, stayed where he was, looking at the backs of the two, angry like a boiling kettle.