distorted impression

Jiang Chengyue stared at Lu Xu for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed.It wasn't the kind of polite smile he usually had when he spoke, but he felt happy from the bottom of his heart, and the two tufts of eyelashes at the end of his eyes seemed to reflect light.

Lu Xu was about to ask him if he had finished cooking all the chili noodles in the refrigerator, whether he wanted revenge or murder, when he saw Jiang Chengyue who was smiling happily, he opened his mouth and forgot what he was going to say.

Lu Xu was a little annoyed: "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Chengyue reached out and covered her mouth, "I suddenly felt that Brother Lu, you are actually not that high and difficult to approach."

"Since when have I been superior?" Lu Xu raised his eyebrows.

At any time, Jiang Chengyue said in her heart that the road designer thought that mortals like them might be separated by clouds.

His acquiescence annoyed Lush even more.

This was the case on the first day when Jiang Chengyue moved in. Whenever Lu Xu was unhappy, he would make trouble for him.

So, the next morning, as soon as Jiang Chengyue got up, he was stopped by Lu Xu who was standing by the bookshelf.

"Clean up your books, it's a mess." Lu Xu pointed to the bookshelf.

Originally, there were Lu Xu’s design reference books and a few early copies of "Vogue". After Jiang Chengyue moved in, there were several more "C++" and "Compilation Principles", which were mixed with Lu Xu's books. Together.

"Brother Lu, I didn't misplace them." Jiang Chengyue defended, "I arranged them by page number."

Lu Xu: "?"

Lu Xu casually took the two books on the shelf and opened them. Sure enough, as Jiang Chengyue said, those with fewer pages should be on the left, and those with more pages should be on the right.

"What kind of magical storage method do you have?" Lu Xu said, "Take them all down and put them back together, arrange them by color, and put them together in the same color system."

Jiang Chengyue couldn't understand this arrangement by color, but Lu Xu was the landlord, and he listened to the landlord.

After tidying up the bookshelves, Jiang Chengyue was about to go out, but was stopped by Lu Xu again.

"The clothes hanging in the yard outside are also arranged according to color. They are colorful. Are you setting up some kind of formation?" Lu Xu pointed to the yard.

Lu Xu's clothes are taken out for dry cleaning every day, and Jiang Chengyue is the only one who hangs his clothes in the yard to dry.Jiang Chengyue is good-looking, and he can hold up any kind of clothes, and he doesn't pick the color of the clothes, so every time Lu Xu comes home from the studio, he can find all the colors in the world in the yard.

"Oh, good." Jiang Chengyue put down the drum he was carrying, and hurriedly ran to the yard to dry the clothes again.

Seeing him busy around, Lu Xu felt the tone of being ridiculed last night, and went to the fabric exhibition refreshed.

Jiang Chengyue finished drying her clothes again, took her drumsticks and went out.

Senior sister Fu Youran mentioned earlier that their lead singer can find someone named Sun Muyang. Sun Muyang sang for a while, but because the band was in a downturn, he returned to his family's company to do fabric business.

Today there is a fabric exhibition in the National Exhibition Center in the city, where they can meet Sun Muyang.

The National Exhibition Center and Jiang Chengyue live in a different urban area, and it takes several bus transfers to get there.

"Change 311 to 91 and then transfer to No. 34, let's go directly." Jiang Chengyue, carrying a military drum bag, jumped on an approaching bus.

Meng Zhe, who was about to check the navigation route, put down his mobile phone, and then jumped on the bus: "You can memorize things related to numbers really fast."

"It's okay." Jiang Chengyue said.

I don't know what kind of person Sun Muyang is, and whether he is willing to bring the band back to play again.

The fabric exhibition displays all kinds of clothing fabrics, accessories and a small part of equipment and textile technology. It is a place where fashion designers often come.

For example, Lu Xu, during the annual design and material collection period, will go to all the fabric exhibitions in the city where he is located.

Lu Xu can name all the fabrics and threads on display.

"White translucent gradient organza and black and white velvet chiffon are ordered, remember to replenish the fabrics that are not enough in the studio." Lu Xu's sunglasses covered most of his face, and he said these things to Assistant Wang while walking.

Wang Xue followed his footsteps and recorded them in a stroke.

"By the way, Mr. Lu." Wang Xue said, "When you just returned to China, the villa you bought in Hexi has already been tidied up, and the interior layout is also arranged according to your usual favorite style. It is convenient for you to do design work at home, when do you see moving?"

Lu Xu almost forgot that he bought another house.

"Let's put it aside for now." Lu Xu said, "The old house at home is more design inspiration."

Wang Xue murmured in her heart, not quite understanding the source of inspiration for the great designer.

Jiang Chengyue has never been to the fabric exhibition, but he thinks it is high-end. All kinds of colorful fabrics are placed on the exhibition table, and people keep stopping to appreciate them, either praising the color craftsmanship or the texture.

Jiang Chengyue couldn't understand. There was only one word in his perception of the things on display——

cloth.

At three o'clock, there is a cool guy, 27 years old, with very black hair, wearing a short denim jacket, and a pair of black short boots. He is the lead singer Jiang Chengyue and the others want to invite.

"Is it really possible?" Meng Zhe hesitated, "He doesn't seem to be very good at communicating."

Brother Ku is indifferent, sitting in front of his exhibition stand, with boredom written on his left face, and fast roll on his right face. There are many people coming and going, but his exhibition stand is always deserted.

"Try it, he doesn't look busy anyway." Jiang Chengyue said.

In the only short piece of audio left on the Internet, he heard Sun Muyang sing, with clear enunciation and smooth notes, such an emotional singing voice, and a good voice that seemed to be kissed by heaven, Jiang Chengyue felt that he formed a band When, must have the lead singer.

"Hello." Jiang Chengyue stood in front of the exhibition stand.

Brother Ku rolled his eyelids, glanced at him, and said nothing.

"I'm not here to buy cloth." Jiang Chengyue said truthfully.

Brother Ku's eyeballs moved, and Meng Zhe hurriedly stood in front of Jiang Chengyue, for fear that Brother Ku would be unhappy and beat him up.

"I've heard your song." Jiang Chengyue continued, "We all like it."

Sun Muyang finally said the first word of the day: "Oh."

This person is really cool, Jiang Chengyue thought.

"I'm the drummer of the Sichuan-Chongqing folk band Yuzu Bingxue, but Yuzu has disbanded and I'm reorganizing the band now." Jiang Chengyue said, "Can you join us? Don't worry, you can check our level first Let's make a decision."

"No." Sun Muyang spat out a word.

"Okay." Jiang Chengyue lowered her head in disappointment, turned around to leave, and just took two steps when she heard what the people behind said.

"No, it's not impossible."

Jiang Chengyue: "..."

"Don't go." Sun Muyang thought he was going to leave, and blushed with anxiety: "I, I don't want to sell, I'm selling cloth."

Sun Muyang: "I, I know, grapefruit... Bingxue."

Jiang Chengyue: "..."

Oh.

Brother Cool kept a straight face and left a contact information for them, meaning to contact them later and talk about it in detail.

During this period, Meng Zhe was scolded by his father on the phone, telling him to go back and sell crayfish immediately.

"Grass." Meng Zhe was scolded bloody, "Just wait until the crayfish are off the market, I'll go back first."

Jiang Chengyue was left unattended and was not in a hurry to go home. He walked around the fabric exhibition several times and didn't understand it, but he thought it was quite interesting.

As far as he knew, Lu Xu's work seemed to be related to these things. He looked down for his phone and wanted to take a video to show Lu Xu, but he didn't look at the road for a while, and bumped into someone.

The man was much taller than him. Jiang Chengyue still lowered his head, and the bridge of his nose just hit the other's chin.

"Jiang Chengyue?" The person he bumped into asked.

Hearing a familiar voice, Jiang Chengyue looked up, and saw a pair of highly recognizable blue eyes through a thin layer of tears.

Lush?

No, it hurts too much.

Tears are about to fall.

Jiang Chengyue ran away, and when he passed by Lu Xu, his sleeve still scratched lightly on Lu Xu's cuff.

He stood in front of the bathroom mirror and wiped away the tears that accidentally fell from his eyes with a tissue.But it was too late, the area around the eyes and the end of the eyes still turned red, accompanied by a slight itching.

Jiang Chengyue looked into the mirror and sighed a little.

His physique is really annoying.

He felt ugly, so instead of looking for Lu Xu, he slipped through the back door of the fabric exhibition, found a secluded park, sat in the shade by the lake, and waited for the redness around his eyes to fade.

Lu Xu froze in place.

Leaving aside why Jiang Chengyue appeared here, after seeing him, what was this kid running for?

It's like seeing some monster that eats people.

Lu Xu reflected on what he had done from last night to this morning, and there were indeed a few things that were not very plausible.

In addition to the deliberate criticism this morning, there was also last night.

Jiang Chengyue seems to really need the job of a graphic model.

When he almost deleted Chen Andy's invitation, Jiang Chengyue's eyes could not hide a little frustration.

He is actually not professional in shooting graphic models, but Chen Andy's domestic fashion resources are not bad.When it comes to plane models, Andy Chen can handle it.

Lu Xu understood.

Designer Lu stayed at the fabric exhibition site for an extra hour, and sure enough, he squatted on a certain scholar who heard the news and blocked him at the door.

"What are you doing?" Andy Chen asked, "You run the fabric exhibition, can I not enter?"

"No." Lu Xu pointed to the coffee shop opposite the expo, "Talk about it in the past?"

"What are you talking about?" Andy Chen was wary.

"Jiang Chengyue."

"Oh, that's fine." Chen Andy has a few domestic fashion magazines on hand. Apart from admiring them, he also really wants to invite Jiang Chengyue to cooperate. After all, Jiang Chengyue plays drums well, and he can also provide personal experience and background stories for the magazines. , with strong plasticity.

"Chen, you pay for that cup of coffee yourself." Lu Xu ordered two cups of coffee and said, "I can promise Jiang Chengyue to cooperate with you, but I have conditions."

"Why are you so picky?" Chen Andy got excited, "Then tell me, and you will be satisfied."

Lu Xu: "Yes."

Lu Xu: "First, you don't participate in the selection of clothing. I will do this part. The brand does not limit you."

Andy Chen gritted his teeth: "Okay."

Lu Xu: "Second, you don't participate in the location selection, I will provide the shooting location."

Andy Chen gritted his teeth: "Okay."

Lu Xu: "Third, if you don't participate in the shooting, I will find the photographer, and I will determine the pose."

Chen Andy gritted his teeth: "."

Lu Xu: "The fourth..."

"Wait." Chen Andy had no teeth to bite, he raised his hand, "Then ask the designer Kyle, what did I participate in this process?"

"Well, let me think about it." Lu Xu lowered his head and sipped his coffee, paused for a few seconds, and said seriously, "You can, pay a salary."

Andy Chen: "?"