Lovely Allergen

After the competition theme came out, the law school team had many meetings to discuss design inspiration.

They compiled a lot of pictures about rain, related designs and catwalks of similar themes in the fashion industry.Chen Pi is a fine person, although he talked about paddling, but he went to inquire about a few judges who might be present, found their previous works, and carefully investigated their preferences.

"I put all the inspirations and drafts we discussed before into this booklet." Xiaoqi walked over weakly and distributed a small booklet to everyone.

Although Le Zhishi was immersed in thinking, the first time she saw it, she still gave her an appreciative smile, "You are awesome."

Although Xiaoqi's voice was still small, she felt greatly encouraged and became more motivated to do things.

"The style this time, I think we still have to lean towards soft and beautiful, more fairy." Zhou Yi tidied up the drafts in his hand, "Well, anyway, when I think of rain, it is like Jiangnan Misty Rain."

"That style is too old." Qu Zhi expressed his opinion very directly, "If it is this style, it will collide with the group that got the national style theme."

Sadly on Monday, I said okay.Xiaoqi raised her hand cautiously again, "If it's possible to start with the fabric?"

"Fabric? You mean polyester nylon?" Chen Pi asked her while turning his pen.

Xiaoqi quickly drew some draft lines on her drawing paper and showed them to others.On the drawing paper is a female skirt, and the bustle is replaced by a bamboo pavilion from an ancient Chinese umbrella. "For example, fabrics such as oilcloth are used as embellishments on the skirt..."

Qu Zhi nodded, "You can also use nylon and transparent plastic to make a suit design similar to a raincoat. The fashion sense should also be good."

"But in this case..." Nan Jia raised a small question, "Will the theme shift from rain to umbrella? And I haven't sorted out a clearer level until now. I feel that some inspirations from everyone, For example, the fabric and structure of the umbrella, the texture and color of the rain, and the emotional state of the rain, all of which are more inclined to the expression form of our final work."

Zhou Yi also scratched his head, "In short, there is no theme, very scattered."

"Yes." Nan Jia pointed out a rather important piece of information, "If the show is divided into three stages, the main line must have at least three floors, otherwise it will be very disadvantageous during the display stage."

"Our kind is not as accurate as the themes of millennium, national style, etc., and it is difficult to sort out a main line." Chen Pi sighed loudly, feeling that the theme of rain is more and more difficult, "Ah, it's so annoying, Destroy."

When Lezhi read the brochure intently, he was extremely silent during the discussion.He stared at some of the sketches they had drawn before, and found that the drawings of Xiaoqi and Zhou Yi tended to be traditional and Chinese, with water sleeve elements, oiled paper umbrella skirts, and bamboo hats, while the drawings of Chen Pi and Qu Zhi were more traditional. With a very obvious modern and even futuristic style, nylon fabrics, transparent plastic elements, especially straight and straight, most of the works are gray and black as the base, with high-brightness and high-contrast fluorescent cyan red, with a distinctive style.

"Do you want to design a cyberpunk art style?" Le Zhishi raised her head and asked her with a straight sketch.

Qu Zhi nodded, "I just feel that there is always endless rain in cyberpunk works, and it is that kind of gloomy drizzle." After she finished speaking, she looked at the design drafts in front of Le Zhishi, and the styles were very different. , "Isn't it difficult to integrate? The feeling of everyone's design is too far away."

"Or let's just have a style for each person." Chen Pi suggested, "For example, Qu Zhi, we can make a set of cyber style, and Xiaoqi can make a Jiangnan Misty Rain style, and we will be together on Monday. Let's make another one It's over."

"It's too casual." Zhou Yi said in a low voice with a deep voice.

"I also think that if you really can't integrate together, you should do three small units separately, and just have a little connection."

Le Zhishi lay on the table, closed his eyes and listened to everyone's left and right sentences. The word rain was repeatedly mentioned, and it also repeatedly aroused his memory, from the age of three to 19, from the past to the present .

past, present.

"Wait a minute." Le Zhishi opened his eyes and raised his head, his light-colored pupils were very bright under the light, "I have an idea."

As he said that, he stood up directly, walked around the table to the whiteboard, and pasted everyone's messy drafts on the board with a magnet, from Monday's water-sleeved coir raincoat element, to Xiaoqi's bamboo pavilion umbrella skirt, to him and Chen Pi The painting is in a modern style, and the last one is a futuristic cyber style.

"This is actually a coherent timeline, isn't it?" Le Zhishi turned his face to face everyone, "Rain runs through the past and the present. In other words, no matter how the times change and move, the rain will always fall."

"Rain time!" Nan Jia's face showed a bit of surprise, "I think this idea is very good, time is a good clue that runs through these different design styles." She has even thought about the background music of the catwalk , "If you follow this order, you can start with folk music styles such as guzheng and flute, and transition to electronic music that is biased towards the future at the end."

"It's cool." Qu Zhi briefly agreed with her idea.

Le Zhishi continued, "If we used time as a transition in the first stage, then in the second stage of the catwalk, in order to give a parallel design concept, I think space can be used."

Xiaoqi asked in a low voice: "That, is it between countries?"

"Will the scope of the country be too limited?" Qu Zhi pressed the end of the ballpoint pen, "If it is space, it should be larger and wider."

Le Zhishi also nodded quickly, "Yes, because I just thought that the feeling of rain falling in different places is different." He tried to describe it to everyone, "If it fell in the lake, it would be The dot-like ripples, falling on the glass window, will turn into transparent lines, falling on the umbrella cloth, and sometimes condense into beads."

"Clouds and lakes, as well as grass and leaf tips that penetrate rainwater, rain will fall on them. These different locations can be used to create a sense of space for rain. This part can be combined with some creative ideas for fabrics. Use craftsmanship and fabrics to Simulating those spaces, I think it is also a plus in design.”

I finished speaking in one breath, I didn't think there was anything wrong at first, but when I was over, I realized that everyone was staring at me, and I was a little embarrassed, raised my hand and scratched my hair, and returned to my usual easy-talking manner, very lightly "It's just some immature thoughts on my part."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Pi clapped his hands like a seal in the aquarium, "Nice!"

"Isn't this immature? Then I'm thinking of kindergarten." Zhou Yi said sadly.

Several others also laughed.

"Time and space, these two design points are great. As expected of Lele, your ideas in the previous preliminary round were also very special." Nan Jia recorded all these, "I entrust the design of the show, whether it is music Or the lighting, I will do my best for you.”

"The last one is left." Zhou Yi was happy for a while, and then accidentally showed a little frustration, "The first two sub-themes are so good, but the third one is so stressful."

Xiaoqi also nodded slightly, "Moreover, I have to sublimate the theme... It's so difficult, how can the rain be sublimated."

This is indeed a tricky business.

In the afternoon, there will be compulsory classes. Everyone has temporarily suspended the meeting. After three rounds of catwalks, two rounds of design plans have been decided. This is already a very rare breakthrough. At least according to these two plans, several people can already start the preliminary draft design.

Nan Jia's illness didn't get better after taking the medicine, and she even started to have a fever. It's just that she didn't have the opportunity to accompany her to see a doctor this time, and the companion became Qu Zhi.

But she didn't ride a motorcycle, which made Le Zhishi very disappointed, because he wanted to see it very much.

With a whole day of classes and a design meeting during lunch break, Lezhi felt that his body was hollowed out.When he came out of the classroom, he accidentally knocked on the corner of the fire hydrant in the corridor, and he didn't feel dull pain until he walked on the cherry blossom avenue.

Looking at this familiar road, he thought of the scene when W was watching Song Yu, and the little koi that was accidentally stepped on by him, and now he didn't know if he had returned to the pond.

Le Zhishi hopes that there will be a heavy rain tonight, let him get wet, and it is best to get some other inspiration.But it didn't rain, and he missed Song Yu more and more.

When eating in the cafeteria, Le Zhishi had a poor appetite, so after eating half a bowl of porridge, he sat where he was and sent Song Yu a message.

[Lele: I provided a very good idea, and it was accepted by everyone, so we have finalized the design concept of the first two rounds, and we can start the next step! ]

When he sent it out, he deleted the words "very good" and "Xin Ran", which made him seem less complacent.

He feels like a puppy who stays at home alone after his master goes to work, and he has to show off to his master for everything he does.If the puppy can send WeChat, it will probably wag its tail excitedly and type a string of words like "I ran back and forth three times with a small toy in my mouth today".

Song Yu was a good host, and he quickly returned to Le Zhishi, praising him for being amazing.

Obviously there are only three words, but when I knew it, I was so happy that I was dizzy.Taking advantage of his hot face, he sent out an expression pack of [missing you], which was a poor puppy squatting outside the window.

[Lele: Can I take a picture of you? ]

Knowing that Song Yu doesn't like taking selfies, Le Zhishi deliberately added a sentence.

[Lele: It's okay not to slap your face, whatever, I just miss you very much and want to take a look. ]

When Le Zhi finished posting, he put his phone on the table, and his mood became a little bit excited.He suddenly realized that there was a girl on the table not far away who seemed to be looking at him, so he lowered his head in embarrassment and took another mouthful of porridge.

While swallowing, the phone vibrated, Le Zhishi opened it expectantly, and Song Yu really sent him a message.

He did not take a selfie, he did not have the face he longed to see when he was happy, but his hands.

In the photo, Song Yu's thumb was rubbed with a little dust, which was not clean. His slender fingers with well-defined knuckles rested on the pillar of a certain instrument's fixed tripod, with slightly protruding veins and protruding wrist bones.It's obviously a static picture, but Ke Lezhi can almost feel the illusion that under the thin layer of skin on the back of the hand, the muscles and bones move and rise with the joints.

What was different from usual was that his fingers in the photo were a little wet, not too dry, with a moist and sticky sheen.Le Zhishi stared at him for some reason, feeling a strange emotion in his heart.

Song Yu sent another message, as if explaining the equipment used in the scene.

[Brother: This is the level. ]

Think for a moment when you know.

[Lele: What did you get on your hands? ]

[Brother: I just applied precision lubricants to several instruments. ]

[Brother: My hands are a little dirty.Is it time to withdraw now? ]

Le Zhishi quickly typed [Don't withdraw], and blushed a little afterwards.

He felt that he was really strange, sitting alone in the cafeteria, having some kind of imaginings about a soiled hand.Realizing this, Le Zhishi left with the unfinished porridge. Before that, he still saved this photo.

The campus is gradually plunged into the dark fog of night, and people and their thoughts can be gradually hidden.When Le Zhi returned to the dormitory, he took the two sketchbooks and brushes that Song Yu had bought for him before, and finally packed the unfinished diary in his schoolbag as a precaution.

"Where are you going at night?" Jiang Yufan pushed open the door of the dormitory, just in time to meet Le Zhi who was about to leave, "Going to hire another night."

"Well...you can put it that way."

Song Yu gave Le Zhishi the room card very early on, telling him that he could go to that apartment at any time, but Le Zhishi almost never went alone.Every time I sit in the co-pilot, I don't feel how long the road is, and I always get there very quickly, but I realize that the road is actually not short, and it's a bit detoured.Le Zhishi walked with the navigation for nearly 10 minutes, finally found the community, and went to his apartment building.

One person swiped his card to get on the elevator and opened the door of the room. When Le Zhi had a slight illusion, he felt that Song Yu would appear at any time and hug him at the entrance.

There is always a good smell on him, like a warm hood that wraps Lezhishi.

So when Song Yu was not around, Le Zhishi seemed to have been stripped of a layer of shell, lonely and cold.

He turned on the light, took a hot bath upstairs, and when he came out to change into his pajamas in his bathrobe, Le Zhi opened the closet door and saw his and Song Yu's two sets of pajamas. He hesitated and took off Song Yu's pajamas. She took off her bathrobe and put it on herself in front of the mirror.

The texture of the satin sticks to the skin, and it feels a bit cool, just like Song Yu's fingertips that are always cold, and it hangs loosely on his body. The difference in body shape between them makes the clothes always feel inappropriate when they are draped on him. It’s weird, I can’t see the type of publication, it’s more like a general black cloth for covering, it has its own thoughts, it slid down from the shoulder restlessly, and was dragged back by Lezhishi, covering most of the exposed skin Shoulder.

Le Zhishi found that the buttonholes of this pajamas were very small and difficult to button, so he could only stand in front of the mirror with his snow-white chest open, and slowly squeeze the buttons into the hole bit by bit, fingers down bit by bit , until the closed clothes completely cover the lower abdomen.

He suddenly had a thought, if Song Yu put on this set of pajamas, it should be difficult to untie.

The mobile phone on the table vibrated suddenly, and the sound was very loud, which interrupted Le Zhishi's fantasy. He walked over and saw that it was Song Yu.

It turned out that he had already sent a message an hour ago, asking Lezhishi to send him a photo, but Lezhishi was busy packing his things and did not reply.

So he just sent another one.

[Brother: You are doing things very unfairly. ]

Lezhi felt that he was really cute and reminded him of the feeling of feeding oranges and marshmallows, but if there was more food for marshmallows, Tangerine would be unhappy and would paw at his wrist when pouring dog food .

But he didn't want Song Yu to know that he was wearing his pajamas now, which was very strange.After thinking about what to shoot, Le Zhishi's eyes finally fell on his legs before he had time to wear pajama pants, more precisely, his knees.

It was obvious that it was just a knock, and it didn't hurt too much, but now he realized that a small bruise had appeared on his knee, with a slight purple color, and the water temperature was too hot when he took a bath, and his skin became swollen. Watery pink.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his long white legs were bare, and in order to bring his knee closer to the camera, he tiptoed that foot, and the calf muscles and toes that appeared in the photo were all tensed.

After sending it out, there was no response for a long time.When Le Zhi put on pajama pants, he found that he had grown a lot, and was stepped on from time to time when he walked.

Song Yu was not around, so he decided to paint on his bed secretly, anyway, this clean freak wouldn't know.Le Zhishi took out a photo book and a straight pencil from her bag, got into Song Yu's quilt, and drew on her stomach.

He sketched some clothing lines, but he didn't have much inspiration, so he started to fish, and opened the old picture albums, looking at them one by one, and they were full of Song Yu.In the past, he had never seriously calculated it, but looking at it now, he really drew a lot of Song Yu's hands, the hand holding the pen, the hand when riding a bicycle, and he fell asleep on the desk, with his folded arms hanging down freely. Hands at the table.

Le Zhishi realized that he really looked like a puppy. If Song Yu really stretched out his palm to him, his first reaction might be to obediently hit him up.

The second reaction was probably to lick his palm.

He belatedly realized that he was breathing a little too much, so he lay prone under the quilt, his face buried in the painting, and his dry lips rubbed unconsciously against the cold drawing paper.

This quilt was like a sponge soaked to the point of swelling, soaked in Song Yu's smell, the familiar smell on the skin, and some unnamed hormone.Le Zhishi was lying inside in his pajamas, as if being oppressed by Song Yu from behind and wrapped up.

His airway seemed to be clenched tightly by an invisible hand, and the oxygen that could have flowed in normally became extremely difficult.Song Yu's face became more and more clear in his mind, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

The body's reaction is not under his control.

But Le Zhishi was convinced that he was not pathologically hyperventilating at this moment, but just because of missing Song Yu.Perhaps it was both, the longing made him unable to restrain his emotions, nor could he restrain his breath.

Song Yu was like a slow-moving robot. When Le Zhishi was inconvenient to reach out to confirm the message, he sent a response to the photo of the knee injury.

[Brother: How did you do it? ]

[Brother: Did you take this kind of photo on purpose? ]

Panting for breath, Le Zhi stretched out his hand to open the quilt, and then gave up on himself and didn't reply. He didn't know what kind of "this kind of photo" was.

In just two or three seconds, Song Yu called. Le Zhishi never refused, even if he knew that the moment was not suitable.

As soon as the call was connected, Song Yu on the other end of the phone repeated the question just now in a relatively calm tone, but when Le Zhi realized that his breathing was too loud and too urgent, it almost covered Song Yu's voice.

It was very hot in the quilt, he tried to restrain himself a little, and buried his head on the pillow Song Yu had slept on, but it had the opposite effect, his forehead was covered with sticky sweat.There was a sound of gasping in Le Zhishi's throat, like the whimpering and panting of a sick animal.

At first Song Yu thought something happened, but the sound was different from the one he was familiar with.

And his tone also subtly changed, very low, conveying a strong sense of control through space and radio waves.

"When you know, what are you doing?"

The author has something to say: Dirty hands and bruised knees are both good () Oh, what a young couple in different places