Mr. Butler on the catwalk

The brand week of the third week is continuing seemingly smoothly.

The arrangement of this week is that the task day and the training are separated from each other. Except that Sunday is a collective holiday on Christmas Eve, the task is as usual three times; in the second task, the models are asked to take pictures with the animals in the ranch.Seeing that he was being driven outside the city, the Staff sent him a denim jacket, thick haystacks were built on the snow, and the snorting sound of the pony could be heard - the men were all excited to shoot go in process.They twisted their bodies, showed their muscular lines, and showed an unruly image of confronting these animals; they all waited for the employer to bring some special good news, but the final result was beyond most people's expectations .

It turns out that in this task, what the employer is looking for is not a strong man with a sunny atmosphere, but those weak cowboys with a gentle temperament.Single dad Sean was selected for the first time - in his still photo, he is squatting to rescue a rabbit in the snow.It is said that the theme of the employer this year is "gentle natural elements", so Sean's seemingly plain performance was well received.The men complained and complained, but they still cheered up, thinking about making a comeback in the next mission.

Next, the third task required the models to represent the gods in Greek mythology according to their own understanding.Even Travis, who has always been joking, tried his best to put on a serious expression, carrying the trident with all his strength to show the majestic Poseidon.In a solemn atmosphere, Nafario, who was very exaggerated and grotesque, got the highest score. LGM announced the reason deeply, saying that the hirer of the task was Vivienne Westwood; the Queen Mother wanted naturally Iconoclastic* As a performer of parody style, such a result may not be surprising——

…It is five o'clock in the evening on December 22nd, and the temperature is 26 degrees Fahrenheit.More than half an hour ago, the evaluation of the third task had just ended, and the men were now scattered to remove their makeup and change their clothes, and they were going to drive back to the model's house in ten minutes.

In the backstage, Rivers put a light sweater on his head, and made a "hang me" grimace at Luo Lin: "You saw that Fario knew that he was No.1. The expression? He's crying! He's crying like a little girl! And saying 'I didn't let daddy down', is he really a man from the mafia?"

Luo Lin took off the soft white robe on his waist and smiled with a good temper: "He also worked very hard. Although it would be embarrassing, it is not incomprehensible."

Rivers snorted: "But this week's task is really annoying-my performance that I thought was good is always being compared by inexplicable people. To be honest, I really want to put the person who designed the task Pull it out and beat it."

Naturally, Luo Lin would not care about such a childish speech.He shook his head with a smile and tied his hair behind his ear.Rivers may be puzzled, but Luo Lin believes that this task trend is expected.The tasks of the brand week are more and more vague, and the intention is to let the brand find the spokesperson who most naturally fits its own style.In addition, different styles can allow those models with unbalanced strengths to show their demeanor, reduce the gap between them, and increase the intensity of the competition.As a result, the situation can become less dominant, and more possibilities have been added——

If such a situation is edited into a TV program, it will make the audience more involved, right?

In the last two missions, Luo Lin tried hard to add dramatic elements on the basis of his true performance.He knows that what he is good at performing is a clean, pure and simple style, but he has always been lacking in grasping the absurd and weird expressions.Sith has taught him that his pure personal style does not conflict with the latter - what he needs is a determination to "let go of his emotions".

Luo Lin worked hard in this direction, and thought he had made corresponding progress.However, in these two missions, since LGM's purpose is to balance the forces of all parties, his performance is only stable in the upper middle.Luo Lin readily accepted this result, but when he was chatting with Zhang Yishan earlier, he happened to see a string of numbers on the other party's notepad that made him a little concerned.

... Zhang Yishan seems to be out of spirit recently, and Luo Lin felt like he was forcing a smile when he spoke.Such a Zhang Yishan would often be distracted, Luo Lin felt that it was not good to remind him all the time, so he stood quietly by the side.Just now when Zhang Yishan was in a daze, his wrist was slightly lowered, and the notebook in his hand appeared in front of Luo Lin's eyes.

It was a hand-drawn form with a string of names and numbers scrawled on it.A star was marked next to Luo Lin's name, and the number was 1780—that was the total score he had obtained so far.The numbers are in descending order. Below Luo Lin is Rivers, and above are Portway, Sasha, Aikawa and Alfred.Such a ranking is considered normal, but Luo Lin looked at the difference between No.2 Aikawa and Alfred, and suddenly felt a little strange.

How could there be a difference of nearly 300 points?

After the third week passed, the gap between everyone was shrinking.The point difference between Sasha and Portway is only 10 points. How come Alfred's lead is still so obvious?

Obviously at the end of the second week, the difference between Aikawa and Alfred was only 80 points——

"Sorry, ah, Xiao Luoluo, did you say anything just now?"

Zhang Yishan seemed to wake up at this moment, and smiled apologetically at Luo Lin.Luo Lin shook his head and told him that he was going to change clothes.

However, Luo Lin still couldn't help thinking that Alfred's score was indeed a bit strange.In this week when everyone else's performance had ups and downs, he was firmly in the top three—the top three with a very small difference from No.1.Luo Lin even had the illusion that it wasn't that Alfred couldn't take the first place, but that he didn't want to take the first place because he was afraid of attracting attention.

Alfred carefully and comprehensively adjusted his personal style and performance as if he had understood the needs of the employer.Then he kept a low profile and resolutely opened the gap with everyone.

The question is, is it really possible for him to anticipate those needs?

... Now Luo Lin has changed back to his original clothes.He shook his head, telling himself not to think about it.

When thinking about things, Luo Lin's movements will slow down.Rivers had already been dragged away by Luke and the others. Before leaving, he seemed reluctant to see Luo Lin take off his clothes completely.Luo Lin couldn't laugh or cry at such Rivers. Although he thought he was cute and childish, he felt a little heavy in his heart.

Rivers was a kid, but he wasn't stupid.Maybe it's because I'm afraid that those serious emotions will bring a burden to me, so I keep looking stupid all the time.

Luo Lin sighed, hung up the faded clothes, and subconsciously tidied up the mess made by others.

The person who had been waiting by the door also came in at this time, keeping a distance of half a room from him, picking up the messy things in the room and rearranging them.

Luo Lin didn't speak to him.

Finally, before leaving, Luo Lin stopped by the door and said, "Thank you for the flowers you sent me when I was hospitalized."

The man's expression was hidden in the shadow of the peaked cap, and he replied: "...En."

When Luo Lin took another step, he heard him say hoarsely, "What can I do for you?"

Luo Lin closed his eyes and opened them again, without looking back, he said:

"...I'm fine now. You don't have to look at me all the time. If this continues, you will be tired too... Duan Fei."

Duan Fei didn't answer.Luo Lin walked towards the end of the corridor. Although the room was still filled with warmth, he unconsciously wrapped his coat tightly.

……

In the early morning of December 23rd a heavy snow fell.Travis jumped out early in the morning to build a snowman, and then unexpectedly found that the door was blocked by snow.

... You must know how many steps there are in front of the house they live in, which are much higher than the ground.

This discovery made Travis kick the door open excitedly, and then dragged Luke to roll on the snow.At dawn, the men learned that the customary trail running torture had been cancelled.

"Heavy snow and a proper Christmas holiday - these two things put together, I really can't bear to let you go to the cold again. Besides, I want to tell you a good news: tomorrow, I invite Happy Christmas Eve with your family and loved ones! Applause, lads!"

Standing in the living room, Sith delivered the welcome announcement.Luo Lin was really excited - but actually thinking about it, his only relative was his mother who was thousands of miles away, and no matter what she said, it was impossible for her to come.

This idea was later confirmed by Sith, but before Luo Lin was disappointed, Sith also added: "She can't come to see you, it doesn't mean you can't see her face. This sentence may sound strange, but You have to trust me, tomorrow you will be satisfied."

Luo Lin then smiled, and his eyes showed warm arcs.

On this day, the staff of the training camp rang the doorbell and delivered big bags of ingredients.The turkey and stuffing are carefully wrapped in oiled paper, and the air is filled with a rich aroma of cinnamon.The tall cedar was sent horizontally into the high-ceilinged living room, and Luke carried Sean to hang the silver star on the top.Colin, who has always been honest and homophobic, seemed to be so moved that he began to sing the gospel under the fir tree——

Away from stressful training and competitions, the men are finally realizing that they are approaching what, for most, is the most important holiday of the year.

...Christmas is coming.

Relaxed vibes and soft warmth surround this expensive New York mansion.And in the short evening before dark, Portov and Luo Lin came out of the model's house and walked slowly along a snow-cleared road towards the setting sun.

Neither of them spoke.

It took a long time for Portovey to turn his head and said stiffly:

"I asked you to come out with me, but I didn't say anything... Sorry, you must find it very boring."

Luo Lin smiled and shook his head: "How could it be, it's good to be able to stay so quietly."

Bodewei nodded his head clumsily and violently, walked a few more steps, and suddenly stopped in the middle of the street.

Seeing that he didn't follow, Luo Lin looked back at him suspiciously.

Portov took a deep breath, walked up, and took Luo Lin's hand.

Luo Lin turned his head to the side, showing a puzzled expression.

Bodewei pulled Luo Lin's hand closer, his breathing became more rapid, and his eyebrows frowned helplessly on his serious face.

Luo Lin laughed: "What's wrong?"

Portway showed a desperate expression, and after looking around, he tried to open his mouth with difficulty.

What he finally said was, "We... let's play snowballs."

……

The two tall men squatted down on the corner of the street.Portway's jaw was stiff, and a murderous expression appeared on his face.However, Luo Lin saw him frantically trying to squeeze Fuxue tightly, and suddenly felt that the man in front of him might be flustered now.

Although he didn't know what it was for, Luo Lin stretched out his hand and put it on Botov's hand.The Finn looked up, eyes wide open, lips parted slightly.

Luo Lin gently separated Botovish's fingers, and said with a smile, "Take it easy? I don't think you can make a snowball with such force..."

It was only then that Portovey came to his senses, he responded, and then seriously buried himself in the fortification of making snowballs.Luo Lin looked at it for a while, then gathered up the snow in his hands, pressed it firmly, and rolled it gently on the ground.

Such a situation caused Portovey to show an expression of chagrin on his face.The silence continued, and the setting sun slowly set.Not long after, Luo Lin pushed a round and white snowball in front of Portov.

Portov looked at Luo Lin.

Luo Lin was a little embarrassed, but he still said, "The first snowball I made in my life... is for you."

Potway seemed to have failed to understand the meaning of this sentence, and his eyebrows furrowed even more.Luo Lin quickly waved his hand, as if he thought it was strange that he was so childish—"Sorry, I don't know what I was thinking just now... Just ignore me..."

Portway stared at the snowball almost fiercely.When Luo Lin really didn't know what to say, Bodewei suddenly pushed the snowball in front of him.

"It's mine."

Luo Lin froze for a moment, then smiled while holding the back of his neck: "En".

Botov put his hands on Luo Lin's gift, and heard Luo Lin say: "...I feel very lucky to be able to come to this training camp."

"I didn't have any real friends before. It was because of work, I couldn't get in touch with others."

"I've always wanted to have a friend who is about the same age and can do things together. Although it's okay to be alone, but it really feels a little lonely."

"So I'm really happy to be here and meet someone like you. It doesn't matter if you don't talk, as long as you stand together, you feel very relaxed."

"When we first met, you asked if we could be friends. At that time, it felt good."

"Although it's strange to say that..." Luo Lin squatted on the ground, hugging his knees with his arms, and smiled a little shyly: "But I used to be very envious when I saw people who were brothers on TV. Now when I see you, it seems You probably know how it feels."

Bodewei lowered his head and listened to Luo Lin's whispered words, his expression did not change, but he could tell from his expression that he was listening very seriously.

At the end Luo Lin said: "I'm sorry for talking so much...but I really hope that even if the training camp is over, we won't lose contact."

Portway nodded, not much, but hard.

Luo Lin patted the snow on his pants and stood up: "It's getting dark... Let's take a walk, or go back here?"

Bottwei said flatly, "Can you go back first?"

Luo Lin was taken aback for a moment, and said a little uneasy: "...Did I make you angry?"

Portov raised his head and looked at Luo Lin seriously: "No. I assure you that's not the case, I won't lie to you. But I want to stay here alone for a while, please."

Luo Lin did not refuse, although his expression was hesitant and hesitant.He turned and walked slowly back down the darkening street.

But Botov kept squatting until he could no longer hear Luo Lin's footsteps.

... Then he sat on the ground, picked up the snowball that Luo Lin had given him, and closed his eyes.

His hands held the snowball tightly, and the freezing temperature made his fingertips turn blue first, and then turn red again.

The melted snow turned into water and slid into his sleeve, causing his arm to lose temperature little by little.

The ball of pure white snow melted away little by little, and what was left in the end was not all water, but a translucent, small, clean-looking ice cube.

It was dark already.Portway opened his eyes and held the ice cube up to the street lamp.This man smiled, not the usual stiff expression when trying to smile, the curvature of the corners of his lips is natural, but if you look carefully, you will feel that his eyes are very sad.

Portway took one last look at the ice cube, then opened his mouth and took it in his mouth.

It's really cold, it's been cold to the heart.

Portovey closed his eyes again, tightly closed.

It wasn't until the whole body was completely cold, and there seemed to be nothing left of the original snowball, that Portovy supported himself from the ground with his hands.

His eyes were red, and his expression was fierce as usual.He was like a sad, lumbering beast.Although he was embarrassed, he didn't cry, even though he had to go alone on the way back.

The author has something to say: Long time no see...I'm really sorry.A lot has happened in the last two weeks.When I wanted to update, the old problem left before recurred. When I rested for a week and wanted to update, I felt that there seemed to be a bug in the plot, so I repaired a part of the follow-up outline.While revising, I thought: "If someone who really knows how to write doesn't need to change the outline at all, there is no pressure for a truly talented person to update [-] a day, so you are a loser..." As I thought about it, I felt that my own Existence is really worthless, but it’s even worse if you don’t write, so I started writing under a lot of pressure... Fortunately, the result this time was better than I expected.As a person who is pessimistic by nature and has great self-pressure, choosing to write such a thing is really self-abuse.I will think about "Why are there fewer messages this time", "Where is the ID I have been seeing before", or "Someone pointed out the problem to you again, you idiot", etc... Including the agreed to return the reader's message, But because of JJ convulsions, his sister couldn't go back! ! !What a cheat! ! !Daddy must be pissed off! ! !Don't put your middle finger up, everyone, I really saw your comments seriously! !I also remember the new names, from the newcomer Xiao Baozi a few times ago to the biscuit Zhuo Qing recently, to Xiao Feilin who has been walking all the way, and everyone who has never left! !There are too many to write! !I kneel down for you guys! !After talking so much, I just want to shout that brother is back! ! !I, I, I, I am a good-for-nothing, but my name as a beast will not be dimmed! ! !Updating is stress-free, right? ! !Get up again after you get frustrated! ! !Anyway, after this article is over, I, I, and I will become immortals too! ! !Dad is very handsome, that's it, let's go! ! !