Lovely Allergen

Time is getting tighter and the [Little Swallow Wears Flower Clothes] team is almost too busy to sleep, spending 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. It is the first opportunity to catch the eye for the whole show.

The first set of costumes that appeared on the show 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 costumes, 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 wearing a dress is not good enough. Watching the video playback, Nan Jia always thinks 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 decorating with flowers.

At last Nan Jia raised her eyebrows when she faced Lezhi who had been silent, "What do you mean? You are a little wise and multi-star, just think about how to decorate the 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 too?"

"I'm talking about abandoning 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 Emperor's "Taste the hunting and catch the rain, and enter the oil coat left and right." This oil coat is actually the rain coat worn by the rich in ancient times."

"Although walking along the catwalk to the top and taking off the clothes at the final point is a good idea, the clothes in the model are actually so gorgeous that they shouldn't wear green clothes from the standpoint of identity."

Monday frowned, "But...how do you make oil coats, won't they be sticky?"

Le Zhishi turned around and said, “It’s actually not that difficult. What I read in the book is to soak silk silk with tung oil. After making it, mix it with soil and water and paste it 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, 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 such as Le Zhishi, Nan Jia and Qu Zhi in the group, they confirmed that there are no errors in other processes, and they started the planB plan for the show when they were only 20 hours away from the catwalk. , Use the discarded golden silk silk to soak golden tung oil to make oil coats.

This process was 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 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, and they were spread on a fixed board and dried with a hair dryer and a large electric fan. After waiting for several hours, they waited for Nanjia to confirm again 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 unanimously 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 was already 7:30 in the morning after all the things were packed. They were busy matching all the ready-to-wear and accessories to make it easy to change models. There were 30 sets in total, ten sets for each sub-theme, and the amount of work was not small.

"There is a dress rehearsal at noon. We have to take the model to the stage for two trips, and then we have to put on makeup. 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 again 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 also allow it!"

"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 they all finished it by half past ten. Le Zhishi felt that she was almost cramped and didn't want to move, but they still had to take the model to rehearsal.

"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?" Lezhishi 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 but send 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 about to be scrapped. ]

There were so many people at the rehearsal site. Lezhishi had relied on coffee to continue his life. As soon as they followed them, they heard the drumbeat of the stage speakers, and felt that their heartbeat was not normal. They were sweating all over and 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's self-talk. 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 Xin Chuan College.

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 and crabs?"

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, the second in the game, the body first. I'll take you to the hospital."

The newcomers 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 hands, 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 midway." Song Yu answered very concisely, and subconsciously went to check Lezhishi's forehead to confirm that he did not have 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 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 go eat something."

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

"I said, you need to rest now."

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