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Jiang Xiannian's role in the drama "A Midsummer Night's Dream" is the second female lead - Helena.

It was a bit late when they went to borrow clothes, and the staff in the costume management room were about to get off work, so they asked them to roughly choose a set to take back for a try, and if it didn't work, they would change it.

After dinner, Jiang Xiannian took out the clothes he borrowed from school, carried them to the cloakroom downstairs.

One of the characteristics of Helena's character is her tall stature, and the costumes customized by the costume management room are relatively large, and Jiang Xiannian's thin body fits them just right.

But after all, it was women's clothing, and it was very uncomfortable to wear. With a slight movement, it revealed a large area of ​​fair skin from the collarbone to the chest.

Jiang Xiannian pursed his lips, looked in the mirror and didn't know how to solve it.

Xu Ziyou's WeChat call came at this time, Jiang Xiannian pressed the answer button, tilted his head slightly, and talked on the phone with his shoulder and chin: "What's wrong?"

"Xiannian...I..."

It may be that the signal in the cloakroom is not good, the sound is intermittent, and the buzzing electric sound cannot be heard clearly. Jiang Xiannian carried the clothes with one hand, opened the door with the other and walked out.

In the living room, Ji Baicen was playing a game. The soft ironed sweater outlined the broad shoulders, the sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and the muscles of the forearms were smooth.

Seeing him coming out, he cast a casual glance.

Jiang Xiannian nodded as a greeting, but the game controller in the opponent's hand fell to the floor with a "slap".

The whole person seemed to have been given a fixed charm, and he sat on the sofa and looked at him without blinking.

Jiang Xiannian showed doubts on his face, and his fine and long eyelashes fluttered gently.

Ji Baicen's Adam's apple slipped, he quickly picked up the handle, and turned his face to look without looking at him.

Jiang Xiannian touched his neck.

Maybe I am not suitable for women's clothing.

Fortunately, he didn't have any transvestite fetishes.

Xu Ziyou's voice in the receiver became clear, and Jiang Xiannian looked away from Ji Baicen.

"Ahhh, Xiannian, can you hear that?"

"I just said that Hermia's clothes are too small, I can't fit them in, and I'm really ugly in women's clothes, too ugly, I'm afraid I'll bid farewell to take off my clothes forever, and I'll never look for them again. I have a girlfriend. And Brother Yu can’t wear his clothes, so what should I do?”

"I sent you a photo, take a look."

Jiang Xiannian frowned slightly as he looked at the picture in the dialogue box.

Xu Ziyou was a few centimeters shorter than him, which just fit Hermia and Helena's settings, but Hermia's clothes were too small for Xu Ziyou.

Even though Xu Ziyou himself was thin and thin, wearing Hermia's clothes and wearing tight bands around his body, he felt extremely uncoordinated.

Jiang Xiannian: "It doesn't matter, there is still time, we choose another clothing series."

The choice of costumes in a drama is very important. It must not only fit the story, but also keep it tidy. You cannot dress one person like "Journey to the West" and the other like "Modern Girl" when you are on the same stage

If Xu Ziyou and Li Minyu both changed, he, Xu Ziyou and Shen Xingwang would also change to the same series of clothes.

Just thinking about it, Li Minyu initiated a group chat, Jiang Xiannian hung up to chat alone, Jia and Xu Ziyou joined the group call.

Ji Bocen has always disliked seeing men wearing women's clothing, but after Jiang Xiannian came out of the fitting room, his peripheral vision and attention seemed to be unable to shift his attention, and it fell right on Jiang Xiannian.

From the slightly frowned brows and the conversation, he could vaguely guess that he must have encountered some kind of trouble, but he didn't know the specific situation.

Seeing that Jiang Xiannian was about to go upstairs, he hurriedly coughed:

"Jiang Xiannian, I want to eat ugly oranges."

Hearing his words, Jiang Xiannian turned his long legs up the stairs, went to the kitchen and brought an ugly orange, and put it on the tea table next to Ji Baicen.

Ji Bocen: "How can I eat while playing games?"

Jiang Xiannian looked at him suspiciously.

"It's not you—"

The word "you" which was alienated and polite subconsciously blurted out, Jiang Xiannian changed his words in time: "Brother, do you want to eat?"

Ji Baicen cleared his throat, not consciously looking for trouble, and motioned for Jiang Xiannian to sit beside him: "Peel it off, feed me."

Jiang Xiannian didn't respond to the fact that he wanted to feed his employer, so he blocked his own Mai in the group chat and said to Ji Baicen, "Wait a minute, I'll get the earphones."

Ji Baicen's old god is there, and he is anti-client: "It's not necessary."

"No matter how loud your voice is, it won't affect my game play."

Jiang Xiannian glanced at the sword-wielding villain whose blood had bottomed out several times on the TV screen, thinking that no matter how hard he fought, he would lose, so it didn't matter.

He didn't mean to avoid Ji Baicen himself. Hearing what he said, he pressed the PA button, put the phone on the table, and listened to Li Minyu and the others discuss while peeling oranges.

"The clothes we borrowed are already in the largest size in the series suitable for "A Midsummer Night's Dream."

"I remember that students of the School of Performing Arts can apply to the Costume Management Office for custom-made performance costumes when necessary?"

"Yes, it is possible, but the process is more complicated. You have to fill in the application form, review, review in the court, place an order, and wait for the clothes to come out. It may take three months, and the time is too late."

When the roommates were talking, Jiang Xiannian was bringing a piece of orange to Ji Baicen's mouth, one of them didn't pay attention, his fingertips brushed his lower lip, and a little bit was sucked in.

A soft and warm strange touch spread along the fingertips, and then disappeared quickly, as if being lightly pricked by something.

Jiang Xiannian withdrew his hand calmly, moved his eyes down, and looked at Ji Baicen who hadn't noticed the whole time.

Obviously it is a typical thin lip, but the lips are convex and three-dimensional.

Unbelievably soft.

Just as he was thinking, Ji Baicen suddenly dropped the handle and looked back at him: "Did you choose British clothing from the 16th century?"

Jiang Xiannian looked away: "Yes."

Ji Baicen tapped his index finger on the back of the sofa, muttering in a low voice as if lost in thought: "The background of the story of "A Midsummer Night's Dream" is the ancient Greek era."

Jiang Xiannian sat aside and kept quiet.

Ji Baicen said: "So it doesn't matter if you wear classic clothes from the ancient Greek era."

Jiang Xiannian raised his eyebrows upwards, his black and white eyes were clear and bright.

The authorities are fascinated.

Previously, because "A Midsummer Night's Dream" reflected the social morality of England in the 16th century, and countless predecessors also wore it this way, they had preconceptions about the choice of costumes.

Ji Baicen grabbed his wrist and led him to the second floor. He took out a piece of neatly folded smooth rectangular fabric from the shelf, unfolded it with his hands and compared it to Jiang Xiannian's body, and took out a few pins.

Jiang Xiannian cooperated with Ji Baicen's movements, raised his arms when he approached, and let him fix the fabric on his shoulders.

"In ancient Greece, there was a style of clothing called 'Invisible Form'. Through basic methods such as draping and winding, the clothes can maximize the characteristics of the human body..."

The young man's usual flamboyant face is dyed with a dazzling seriousness between youth and adult, with a focused expression, superior brow bones, and perfectly shaped lip peaks that move slightly with the opening and closing of the upper lip.

His eyes fell on the corners of Ji Baicen's ruddy lips, Jiang Xiannian was inexplicably distracted.