distorted impression

Lu Xu flew to Hong Kong the next day and visited a well-known designer who was his close friend.

The designer's surname is Zhou and his name is Wade. Like Lu Xu, he graduated from Parsons School of Design and has his own fashion boutiques in New York and other places.

"I haven't seen you for so long. Are you here to discuss design ideas with me?" A friend came from afar. Designer Zhou was overjoyed and warmly entertained him.

"Of course not." Lu Xu denied it mercilessly.

Zhou Weide came out three years ago, which is known in the industry.

"...You suddenly feel that there is something wrong with your sexual orientation?" Zhou Weide asked, "Do you have a sexual orientation? I always thought that you didn't seem to be interested in relationships."

In the past, there were many male and female models in the industry who wanted to climb the road. How many people posted them openly and secretly, but they were all pissed off by the genuine and pure German straight man smell.

"You know what, Kyle?" Wade Zhou said, "I've said long ago that there's one thing missing from your designs, love. You haven't been in love with anyone, so you don't love your work, you just Think of them as works."

In fact, last week, Lu Xu didn't believe in love yet.

Anyone who spends his life before the age of five or six amidst his father's roar and his mother's suppressed cries is unlikely to believe in love.

Lu Xu felt that emotion was a superfluous thing a long time ago, and he never felt that it had any necessary connection with clothing design.

"Get to the point, don't talk nonsense." He leaned back on the chair, moved his index finger leisurely, and signaled Zhou Weide to stop his tirade, "I'm asking about sexual orientation."

Seeing his virtue, Zhou Weide gave Lu Xu a headache, and pushed a bunch of photos of male models for Lu Xu to look at: "Do you feel it? Do you like it? I'll send them all to you later, so you can take a look."

Lu Xu turned two pages and found it boring.

"Nothing," he said. "It's not interesting."

"None of them are interesting?" Zhou Weide asked, "Do you think it's ugly or do you have other ideas?"

Zhou Weide even took out his own collection of pictures, but he didn't expect this person to be indifferent.

"It's not ugly, they all look human." Lu Xu closed the computer, "Just for these, I don't have that kind of worldly desire."

"Fuck off." Zhou Weide said angrily, "Then you are a gay fart."

Jiang Chengyue was not idle either, he and Meng Zhe sorted out a few songs written by the band themselves, preparing to make the band's first album.

Two record companies had contacted him before, but the scale of the other party was small, and the recording equipment and venue were irregular, so they were not reliable.

He checked the information and contacted a relatively large record company in this city.

On the third day after the contact, the family asked him for photos and rehearsal videos of the band members, and Jiang Chengyue packed them together and sent them over. The other party responded quickly this time, saying that they would make an appointment with him alone in the near future.

Jiang Chengyue sat on the steps of the door, with a notebook spread out on his knees, and was immersed in writing the band's development plan. When the door sounded behind him, he didn't pay attention, and continued to write and draw on the paper.

His neck suddenly felt itchy, he raised his hand to touch it, and touched something cold and soft.

It is the soft ruler that Lu Xu hardly leaves his body.

Jiang Chengyue didn't need to look back to know that Lu Xu was probably looking down at him, and the soft ruler hanging around his neck fell down and scratched his neck.Jiang Chengyue smiled inwardly, grabbed the end of the soft ruler and pulled it, and the ruler fell into his hand.

"What are you doing?" Lu Xu bent down and knocked on his head.

The soft ruler with the red scale wound loosely around Jiang Chengyue's wrist a few times. Jiang Chengyue raised his hand, wanting Lu Xu to take the ruler away by himself.

However, Lu Xu was also amused by him, grabbed both ends of the tape measure, and held it like this, holding his right hand in mid-air.

A long time ago, Lu Nian bought him a small puppet. At first, he liked the sense of control when holding the puppet's rope, but within a week, he felt that this kind of control without resistance was no fun. The little puppet He was quickly thrown into the corner.

Jiang Chengyue was not a puppet, and would not let him manipulate him obediently, but would protest quietly.

"Brother Lu, let go." Jiang Chengyue shook his hand, "I'm writing."

"What is written, I don't know it, read it to me?" Lu Xu said.

Jiang Chengyue felt that he had failed as a Chinese teacher, the better he taught other people's students, the better his brother Lu seemed to learn.

It is clear that Lu Xu had a tendency to improve his Chinese before, and he could even speak a few words in Sichuan dialect, but recently, it seems that since listening to his live that day, Lu Xu's Chinese seems to have been reinvented.

However, there are also good things.

Lu Xu's eagerness to learn has increased, and he will ask him some Chinese expressions from time to time.

"The band's development plan, gather fans of short videos first, and prepare the album quickly." Jiang Chengyue read the words on the paper to Lu Xu, "I'm going to meet the person in charge of a record company next week..."

Lu Xu's laptop on the workbench rang, and Lu Xu was looking through Jiang Chengyue's notebook, so he asked someone: "Go and see what it is?"

Jiang Chengyue was summoned away.

"Brother Lu." Jiang Chengyue went to see it, and said in the room, "It's a message from a person named Wade Zhou, and the file name is Inspiration."

"Inspiration?" Lu Xu couldn't remember when he asked this person for inspiration.

Lu Xu: "..."

week?

not……

"Don't turn it on!" Lu Xu said.

However, it was too late, the moment the mouse clicked on the compressed package, the file was automatically decompressed, and pictures of various catwalk male models were neatly arranged in front of Jiang Chengyue's eyes, and the outfits of spring, summer, autumn and winter were all collected.

This appearance, this figure, is probably a little worse than his brother Lu.

"Wow." Jiang Chengyue couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Lu Xu scolded the surname Zhou hundreds of times in his heart, and when Jiang Chengyue praised him, he became a little angry for no reason. , is not worth mentioning."

As expected of a straight man, Jiang Chengyue thought.

In this situation, only this damn straight man can be so calm and expressionless, only thinking about work, and his mind is as calm as water.

Jiang Chengyue had a band rehearsal tonight. Just after dusk, he stood in front of the mirror and randomly picked clothes for himself.

For the first time, Lu Xu didn't say that his clothes were ugly, but just sat on the high stool behind him and kept looking at him.

Lu Xu usually stares at people, but he doesn't stare at the process of changing his clothes.

Jiang Chengyue was a little uncomfortable being stared at by him, her ears were slightly red, and she lowered her head to hang up the silver-white jingling punk-style metal rings on the corners of her jacket one by one.

When he was in Chengdu before, he was dragged by his friends to have his ears pierced. He had never worn earrings, and he wanted to try it today.

"You, why don't you wear your right ear?" Lu Xu asked.

"Ah?" Jiang Chengyue was taken aback, thinking that Lu Xu probably didn't understand, so he gave Lu Xu a science introduction, "Wearing the right ear shows that sexual orientation is crooked."

No one would go out of their way to show off that they are crooked.

The light in Lu Xu's blue eyes dimmed a little.

Jiang Chengyue didn't have to walk one kilometer to the subway station today. Sun Muyang got a motorcycle from Li Sui, and the two drove the motorcycle to the door of the old house to pick up Jiang Chengyue.

Sun Muyang didn't talk much, so Jiang Chengyue greeted him very simply. Jiang Chengyue raised his hand and gave him a high five.

Jiang Chengyue handed the army drum to Li Sui, sat on the back seat of Sun Muyang's motorcycle, and waved at Lu Xu: "Brother Lu, I'm leaving."

The motorcycle sped away.

Brother Ku held back for 10 minutes, feeling his back getting chills just now when he was glanced at by a pair of blue eyes.

"You, your brother." Sun Muyang asked.

Jiang Chengyue: "Huh?"

Are you talking about Lucy?

"He opposes, opposes you playing with us?"

"Nothing." Jiang Chengyue said.

Lu Xu is not such a person.

"Then why did he keep staring at us just now?" Li Sui also asked.

This, Jiang Chengyue didn't even think about it, he was stared at all afternoon.

There is a message from Lu Xu Gang on the phone——

[kyle]: Don't just high-five anyone. :)

Jiang Chengyue: "...?"

This damn straight man is so fucking lenient.