Mr. Butler on the catwalk

Chapter 3

The elevator door opened quietly, and the camera was positioned at the foot.In the darkness above his head, a dazzling white light flickered violently twice, leaving afterimages in his eyes.Rivers narrowed his eyes slightly.

His fingertips were cold, but his cheeks were hot.Blood is boiling slowly, from head to toe.Like a cold-blooded animal being thrown into the tropical rainforest, this inexplicable enthusiasm made his mind go blank.Lifting his foot, he took the first step—click, the wooden heel touched the surface of the glass-made walkway, making a crisp sound.

There is a second pause.Then before he took the second step, a rock song without a prelude suddenly sounded——

-- "Famous Lastword" by MyChemicalRomance.

"Famous Last Words".

Rivers' mouth curled up in a fleeting, imperceptible smile, with some eerie grandeur.He took his second step, then the third step, and the fourth step. He walked down step by step, and the speed gradually became faster.

His blond hair was dyed black early in the morning, connected to a long wig, and together with straw straw, was braided into countless waist-length braids.His pale brows were nowhere to be found—his brows, covered in hard wax-like pencil, were rough in shape, brown-gray, with blunt edges.The contours around the eyes are completely wrapped in black, insulated from any delicate details.His skin has been smeared with ointment, and the exposed skin is a color between brown and wheat.

He no longer looked like a cherub hanging in a church, only the smell of a beast emanated from him.

The denim shirt he was wearing was of extremely thick texture, black with a patina color, and the side buttons were in the shape of gears.Now the top three buttons are loose, so the audience can see the texture of the solid chest muscles - the skin on the chest is smooth, and the outline of the upper ribs can be seen faintly.Around his neck was a braided straw rope wound three times over a heavy bolt—the weight dragged the rope down so that the bolt sinker fell right into the neck socket where the collarbones met, and the rope It faintly sank into the skin, as if wanting to quietly strangle the wearer to death.Looking down, he found that he was wearing a pair of linen trousers, which were not too wide, nor did they deliberately tighten the line.The black paint-like vertical lines seem to have been painted on it by hand, with shades and broken lines, coupled with careless stitching, exuding an air of indifference.

With his hands in his pockets, Rivers stepped down to the beat of the drums in the tune.The electric guitar accents, and Rivers grinned one side of his mouth in a mischievous smile.However, the smile was weird and indescribable because of the clenched teeth.

— Few would dare to play the tune Rivers had chosen on the runway.

The sense of layering is extremely rich, with several stages of explosions, subsection-like interruptions, and continuous changing themes.It's a distracting piece that doesn't fit the runway.The solo of the electric guitar can make people take off the scene in an instant, and no one knows why Rivers chose this song.

Under the stage, Luo Han frowned: "This song..."

Gordon still looked up at the stage: "...Heissending amessage." Before Luo Han could ask again, he continued to explain, "Listen to the lyrics."

lyrics?Only then did Luo Han belatedly realize that this song can be regarded as a crazy and desperate confession.

……

That's when I realized I can't keep you

But where is your heart?

But where is your heart?

but your heart—

I understand that no matter what I say,

I can't even change your mind

can't change your mind

immutable

……

Life is so hard and I'm so weak

Love is so hard and I have nothing to say

……

The emotions gradually piled up in the song continue to rotate, and will soon reach the peak climax.The soreness surging in his chest almost overwhelmed Rivers, and he tried hard to continue pulling the corner of his mouth aside.This is his most important stage, no matter how stupid he is, he will not cry on this stage.

He chose this song because he thought it was a clean break with his hopeless unrequited love.But the result seems to have the opposite effect-every accent is a heavy hammer, and every line of lyrics is a needle point, sinking into his flesh without interruption.Even fragments of short memory are matched to the background music, taking his final revenge on him.

...the man helped himself across the icy river.The temperature falling on my left shoulder reminded me of a soldering iron, but because it was an illusion, I didn't leave some scars that could be commemorated.

He shed tears at the wound on the man's foot, but the other party just said nothing, and then let out a gentle sigh.

That person once sat on the back seat of his motorcycle, and because of his sudden acceleration, he suddenly put his arms around his waist.The man's surprised voice sounded eerily tingling.It seemed that a butterfly fluttered its wings in his body—it was such an erratic, soft and sweet feeling.

Luo Lin.This was that person's name, and he never knew whether he pronounced it correctly, so he exhausted all his strength, pressed the tip of his tongue to the palate, and repeated it twice.He almost wanted to bite himself, but he couldn't copy the light feeling when Luo Lin introduced himself.

He doesn't speak his language.He can't get close to him.He watched him smile at him, and hurriedly stretched out his hand, but the other party didn't want his hug.

...It would be great if we could meet sooner.If only I could grow up a little more.In this way, the other party will not use strange reasons to prevaricate, and will not give himself even the slightest chance.

When he was still fantasizing about being with Luo Lin, he sometimes repeatedly recalled the scene of meeting Luo Lin for the first time.The end of his nose was the smell of his own motorcycle exhaust. He stepped out of the car and knocked hard on the door of the bus.The car door opened, and among all the people with blurred faces, he saw at a glance the only empty seat and the man with a surprised expression beside the empty seat.The man originally propped his chin with his right hand leaning against the window, but he showed a surprised expression because of his arrival—the mouth was slightly opened, and the bangs almost covered the eyes, like a defenseless child.

look at him.

If this is a movie, then this must be the scene of destined lovers meeting.

How ironic.

……

Among the audience in the audience, apart from Gordon and Luo Han, not many of them were aware of the deep meaning of this song.They were puzzled by such a selection, but they were finally immersed in the atmosphere created by Rivers.

It's not because of a specific action, but because of Rivers' expression from beginning to end, something that makes people breathless is conveyed.Thick, depressing, sad.

Gordon frowned.This kind of personal emotion is not something that professional models should do.This will divert the focus from the clothes, which is one of the taboos on the stage.However, Rivers tried his best to suppress the breath, and inexplicably suppressed the surging rhythm of the background music, unifying the atmosphere on the runway for his use, which was extremely moving and shocking.

Don't know if it's good or bad.

At this moment, the background music suddenly paused slightly.The electric guitar and drum beats were all quieted down, and the male voice in this piece was hoarse and said silently——

I saw you lying next to me, so I said what I thought I would never say.Because of you I have nothing to fear awake, asleep or dead.

 … Rivers came to the end of the passage, disappearing into the shadow of the spiral staircase.His eyes hurt so much that he blinked while bowing his head.Because it was in the shadows, no one could see his expression.

His walk was complete, as if he was saying goodbye to someone.

……

There is only one person who has not finished walking the stage.

In the printed roster in the hands of the audience, Alfred's name was clearly printed with "retirement".However, there are not a few people who still look forward to this person's appearance—this group of people showed a very disappointed expression after the words "Alfred retired" were printed in the bottom aisle.But this disappointment didn't last long, because what awaited them was the so-called grand finale.

In the end, what kind of character will appear?

All background sounds returned to silence.All four corridors were shrouded in darkness again.Then slowly, the aisle at the top gradually turned dark red from one end.

A very inconspicuous dark red, dotted with dots on the aisle.Only when the camera is zoomed in carefully can it be seen that it is the decorative rocks on the walkway, and the dark red light is revealed from the gap.Faint, but with a flickering streamer, it reminds people of red-hot molten iron.

The audience held their breath and raised their heads.

The light is getting brighter, but it still maintains a dim taste.The elevator door was still closed, but the background music was slowly playing.Distant electronic drum beats and hallucinatory echoes, as if someone is gradually approaching.

The camera's lens is aimed motionlessly at the elevator door.Then, watching the figure gradually rise up through the transparent door, and then as the elevator door was fully opened, the person in the elevator took a step at a leisurely pace.

Seeing the face of the person under the camera clearly, the audience in the audience suddenly fell into a brief moment of surprise, and this surprise turned into a moment of silence.

The man's hair was shaved extremely short on both sides, leaving only a little length on the top of his head.There is only simple modification of the eyebrows, no eyeliner, no eye shadow tracing.There are no shadows on both sides of the bridge of the nose, and the lip line is the most common color.The lips seemed to lose some blood, but they were still unexpectedly real.

Facing the camera, Luo Lin opened his eyes.

Under the stage, He Shiwei almost stood up.He held the armrest of the seat tightly, resisting the urge to get up.

Luo Lin's eyes should be invisible.However, in the close-up of the camera, the eyes did not seem to lose focus.Black eyes, black pupils, and an indescribably stern aura.

...it seems like a different person.

No mid-length hair, no gentle breath.No dramatic makeup, no neutral metaphors.Luo Lin seemed to have turned into a piece of basalt, which was born with edges and corners.This made him stand on the stage like a black barrier.There is no deliberately masculine scent, but unexpectedly masculine.

...The camera lens is from top to bottom, carefully observing the clothes.

The jacket is made of well-wrapped black leather, and the epaulettes are buckled on the shoulders, pulling the shoulder line into a straight line.The style of slanted opening and double-breasted black mother-of-pearl buttons are very similar to the style of military uniforms.The meticulous tailoring properly highlights the shoulder width and waistline, but there is no rigid sense of restraint.However, looking down, the hem of the jacket no longer looked like a military uniform.

The front is short and the back is long. This design mostly appears in women's clothing. The only classic design seen in men's clothing is the tuxedo.However, the back hem of this top spread all the way down, even hanging to the ground.The part that fell on the ground was red with fuzzy edges, like a flickering and dim flame.

But how did the black part of the jacket transition to the red hem?

A close-up of the hem from behind answers this doubt.From the middle and lower part of the hem, the black leather material seems to be torn by external force, revealing flawed holes.The black part seems to be gradually swallowed up by the red jumping out of the hole, so that there is a complete and narrow line of dark red where it lands.

Two interlayers are used to create such an effect—the first time is to stack multi-layered deep red tulle under the leather material, and in the torn holes of the leather material, the light and thin gauze material reveals a little loose cut outline, It looks like the outline of a flame.The interlayer is made very thin, and a dark red color is chosen to eliminate the cheap feeling that the small-scale use of tulle may bring.The second interlayer is at the landing of the hem: the stack of tulle is not enough to resist the original texture of the leather top, so a very short layer of satin is connected to the lower end of the thinned and torn leather.This burnt red satin material is only slightly wrapped around the edge line, but it is an important touch in the sense of completion.

These technical details will be the focus of discussions in major fashion magazines after the show.However, such clothes fall into the eyes of the audience, and they have a more emotional understanding.

The lava-like decorations on the aisle seem to have become the medium to ignite the jacket at this time.The dragging hem has been swallowed by the hot surface, and the edge of the hem, which seems to be charred, reminds people of letter paper burning on a candle.However, the tongue of flame would not stop its pace of spreading upwards. Under the heat, the clothes were vainly decomposed, leaving a burning hole with flames around the edges.The spreading flame swayed slightly with Luo Lin's steps, showing a quiet aggressiveness under the dim light.

Luo Lin's lower body is a pair of tightly covered black trousers, matched with knee-high black leather riding boots.There is some loose room at the opening above the knee, but the lower it goes, the more it shows the shape of Luo Lin's legs.There are dark patterns on the riding boots that can only be found through careful observation - starting from the toe of the shoe, the sides are carved with rock-like patterns.Rough, deep, with a natural roughness to the polished part.And the higher it went, the lighter the pattern became, and finally the depth of the pattern could not be seen at the opening.

Such a design makes Luo Lin look like a human figure made of black lava—his body has been shaped into a tall and handsome sculpture, and his feet are still submerged in the lava, carrying Traces of his birthplace.

At this time, Luo Lin's image was no longer similar to the previous perception of him.

Luo Lin slightly retracted his jaw, quietly looking directly in front of him.The sword eyebrows pressed against his indifferent eyes, giving a faint sense of coercion.

The light source obliquely in front cast a small dry shadow under the tip of his nose.There was no emotion in his eyes, no proclamation, no incitement, clear and clear at a glance, without even an innocent connotation, just cold and sober.His lips were closed, but his teeth were not clenched -- he was silent, but there was no sign of resistance.His side face did not show any tight lines, because he still felt comfortable under the inspection of everyone's eyes.

Unmoved.

Luo Lin walked all the way without deliberately conveying any information.He has a sense of pure coercion, but it is not for the purpose of intimidating the group of outsiders who witnessed his appearance.He didn't make any emotional expressions such as joy, fear, disdain, etc., nor did he need that.

He was born on this lava, and the location of the lava became his boundary.The lava under his feet was instigated by him to surge outward, and it was he who was going to open up the territory.In the dim scene, the boundaries of the territory he can rule become blurred—and his aura gradually spread to the entire space, silently capturing new subjects.

……

He Shiwei stared fixedly at the stage, only watching Luo Lin's moving figure.

He was originally anxious, worried, thinking about ten thousand out of ten thousand, one out of ten thousand out of ten thousand.However, those doubts had completely dissipated now, and only Luo Lin's existence was left in his eyes.

Such a pure and powerful aura is a shock that only those present can experience.You can't take your eyes away.You can't take your eyes away.

The man on the stage is pure.He has lost all traces of the past, and has nothing to do with words such as meekness, softness, and even toughness.Standing on the stage, he is a pure strongman.His fearlessness seems to be rooted in his soul, so his path is unstoppable.What stands in his way, he will destroy - you believe so baselessly.

Who is this guy?

……

On the stage, in Luo Lin's opened eyes, he could see flickering and dim spots of light.

This is good enough.He knows nothing can stop him.there is nothing.

The author has something to say:

Well, the second part is finished!

There is a transitional chapter before the ending, which will be released within two weeks, everyone remember to read more.The survey on customization will also be released in the next chapter, and I will do it if it exceeds a certain amount.

By the way, I registered on Sina Weibo a while ago, and my name is Mr. Reed, everyone is welcome to find me to play ha ha ha ha ha ha.

【Part Three: The Dust Settles】