distorted impression

All night, when Lu Xu was changing the design of a brand logo N&D monogram shirt on the screen, Jiang Chengyue sat on the carpet next to him, cleaning his cymbals.

Jiang Chengyue didn't speak, and his movements were very light. If it wasn't for the occasional rustling of the cloth scraping against the crash cymbal, Lu Xu could hardly feel his movement.

At the very beginning, when he realized that he had to live in the old house with Jiang Chengyue, Lu Xu's unhappiness was visible to the naked eye. He was afraid that Jiang Chengyue would interfere with his design work. None of it worked.

Instead, he now hopes that Jiang Chengyue will disturb him.

But Jiang Chengyue seemed to only see his drums and cymbals.

Lu Xu suddenly thought that during the nights when Jiang Chengyue was out all night and didn't come home, it was said that he slept with his drum set in his arms.

Lu Xu suddenly had a problem with the drum kit.

Jiang Chengyue's pocket money was spent on these parts and equipment, and he would rather eat steamed buns than treat these things badly.He was putting away the snare drum, took out the sticks and began to polish, when he heard Lu Xu call his name, he smelled the bitter smell of black coffee when he looked up.

"I like your drum stick so much, wipe it every day?" Lu Xu's voice came from the direction above his head.

Jiang Chengyue was stunned for half a second by his question, and nodded: "I like it."

Lu Xu snorted, opened his fingers, grabbed the drumstick that hit his head, looked around, but couldn't see how it was superior to him.

He imitated Jiang Chengyue's drumming action, and tapped Jiang Chengyue's heart twice.

"Brother Lu." Jiang Chengyue came over and showed him, "Hold it like this, and you're holding a fork like that."

Lu Xu: "..."

Jiang Chengyue's hand had just taken the alcohol cotton, and it was still slightly damp. When he tried to correct Lu Xu's movements, he left a fleeting wet mark on the back of Lu Xu's hand.

The alcohol evaporated quickly, and there was a small coolness on the back of Lu Xu's hand, which only relieved for a moment, and the overwhelming wildfire came back again.

Lu Xu heard from Song Jun that although Jiang Chengyue didn't learn it systematically, but learned wild ways from here and there, his jazz drum skills are solid, not inferior to professional level.

Although Jiang Chengyue is proficient at playing drums, he has never taught anyone.

He really likes me, he is willing to teach me every step of the way, Lu Xu thought to himself.

"By the way." Lu Xu said, "I told you earlier, do you still remember that the first print model shoot with Andy Chen is scheduled for tomorrow?"

"I won't forget. Tomorrow is free during the day, and there will be a road show that has already been reported tonight." Jiang Chengyue took back the drum stick, "But Mr. Chen didn't give me the location and specific time of the shooting. Can Brother Lu help me?" Shall I ask?"

"No need to ask." Seeing his seriousness, Lu Xu thought it was cute, raised his hand and rubbed his head, "I'll take you there tomorrow."

Lu Xu sat back at the table and continued to work on the design of the monogram shirt.

Jiang Chengyue sat on the ground and touched the spot where Lu Xu rubbed just now——

I don't know what kind of shit luck he stepped on, but brother Lu seems to be a rare pleasing to the eye when he sees him these two days.

In the morning, he misplaced the book and was restless all day, but Lu Xu didn't care about it at all.

The same goes for the clothes he hangs in the yard. Lu Xu hasn't asked him to sort them by color for a long time.

But it's a good thing that Lu Xu doesn't get angry and doesn't make trouble.

Jiang Chengyue moved a little bit, leaned against the corner of the table, brushed against the light of the desk lamp on Lu Xu's desk, turned on Cubase, and began to change an arrangement just written yesterday.

The next morning, Jiang Chengyue stood at the dining table in the small kitchen, looking at the extra German breakfast on her table, feeling a little flattered.

"Isn't that good, Brother Lu?" Jiang Chengyue asked Xiang Xiang, swallowing, "How much steamed buns is this worth?"

The German-style breakfast is rich. On the side of the plate is whole-wheat bread fried with butter, sliced ​​smoked sausage, and cheese on the side.

Lu Xu doesn't know how to make breakfast, and someone will deliver these every day.

"Don't eat your steamed buns." Lu Xu said, "Look at your skinny, it doesn't look good in photos."

In fact, Jiang Chengyue is not bad, she looks thin when she is dressed, she has flesh when she takes off her clothes, she looks like she won't hurt her hands when she is hugged, and it is impossible for someone who can be seen by Chen Andi and put all his heart into signing him as a plane model.

But when Jiang Chengyue heard Lu Xu said that taking pictures might not look good, she was afraid that her graphic modeling career would die at the starting line, so she quickly picked up the robin egg blue milk cup next to her: "Then I will cook noodles for you next time." eat."

Jiang Chengyue didn't realize how high-end the collaboration Chen Andifang offered was until he followed Lu Xu into the shooting location.

He thought that the shooting of a plane model was just to put on the clothes specified by the other party and pose in a small room. He immediately told Lu Xu about this idea, and Lu Xu asked him with a straight face that he must not take such a job.

The studio that Lu Xu chose is in the urban area, very close to the place where Jiang Chengyue is going to perform at night. It is a large studio of about 120 square meters, surrounded by various light stands that Jiang Chengyue cannot understand, and even a fitting room There are 3 prepared.

Ever since Lu Xu walked in, Nancy Deer's royal photographer Xu Xu standing beside Andy Chen had been sizing up the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy next to Lu Xu.

The boy had obviously never seen such a magnificent shooting location. He was curious but unrestrained, surprised but not humble. The clothes on the boy were ordinary, even a little out of class, but no one in the industry found it ugly, only the pair of When you look at it with the eyes of a young deer, people can't help but think of forests and clear springs.

"He is suitable for the clean and fresh style." Xu Xu, the photographer, said, "I can shoot as I see it, and I will make money."

"Not necessarily." Andy Chen, who had watched Jiang Chengyue's live once, shook his head because he was kidnapped by Lu Xu to be a butcher, "Look at Lu Xu's appearance."

"I wanted to ask just now, the photographer is me, the venue is Deer and Nancy, and the modeling producer is Kyle. Where did you come from?" Xu Xu asked.

Andy Chen didn't really want to pick up the conversation.

"What's your name?" Xu Xu really wanted to say a few words to Jiang Chengyue.

"Jiang Chengyue..." Jiang Chengyue, who was talking to Lu Xu with her head up, said, "I don't know how to ride..."

"From now on, let's take a leisurely ride on the moon." Lu Xu said casually.

"...that's fine too." Jiang Chengyue said.

Brother Lu's Chinese is so good that he can already recite poems, so he won't be needed soon.

Jiang Chengyue had never seen a formal shooting occasion, and novelty was his first feeling when he saw this studio.But he didn't look around and fumble around, but was arranged by Lu Xu to sit down on the high stool, listening to Lu Xu holding the notebook and directing the surrounding staff to do it.

"The skin is so good." Wang Xue said enviously, "Does Brother Chengyue have any good methods?"

Jiang Chengyue tilted her head and thought for a while: "Eat more spicy food?"

Before coming to this city, everyone around him ate chili peppers, and their skin became more and more juicy.

After coming here, the most unbearable thing for him is not being poor, but putting sugar in the dishes, even tomato scrambled eggs with two bites of sugar, it is a cult, but Lu Xu seems to like it very much.

Wang Xue shrank her neck, thinking that the people who are pleasing to Designer Lu are really unfathomable.

"Go and get the clothes over there, and contact the outdoor shooting site to get them ready as soon as possible." Lu Xuzhi asked the chief assistant to work, then turned to Jiang Chengyue, put the tape measure around his neck, and pushed The gold-rimmed glasses temporarily placed on the bridge of the nose pointed to the shooting plan, "Come on, let me tell you about the shooting idea."

Jiang Chengyue knew that Lu Xu was an independent designer of a famous international brand, and also knew that he was often invited to supervise the production of clothing styles, and was forced to change clothes twice by Lu Xu, but he had never seen Lu Xu's appearance in a formal workplace.

The shooting plan was in Lu Xu's hands, it was just a thin piece of paper, Jiang Chengyue went over to look at it, and there were only two lines of English written on it——

"The earth's sacrificial fireflarees"

"scatterringsparksinflowers."

(The jungles of the earth kindled a sacrificial fire, and weaved scattered sparks into flowers.)

"This is?" Jiang Chengyue didn't understand the thinking of the great designer.

He knew it was a poem, but he didn't know how Lu Xu would interpret it in terms of design. He seemed to always be unable to keep up with Lu Xu's design ideas.

Previously, Lu Xu didn't elaborate that he would personally supervise the styling for this two-dimensional shooting.

"This poem comes from Tagore's "Liu Ying Ji"." Lu Xu said, "This is the source of inspiration for the shooting. I will make a slightly different interpretation. Just cooperate with me."

"Our teacher Kyle has also decided on the theme of the spring and summer show next year. It's Liuying." Wang Xue said after going to get the clothes. "I'm looking forward to how Kyle's Liuying theme will break the rules."

As Lu Xu’s domestic design assistant, Wang Xue spends most of her time in China and sometimes flies abroad to assist Lu Xu. She knows that Lu Xu never talks about design concepts with models, and usually the design concepts appear on the exhibition page together with the works of.

But Lu Xu patiently told Jiang Chengyue about the source of inspiration.

Jiang Chengyue has never read "The Collection of Fireflies", but he knows that this collection of poems praises such insignificant things as fireflies and dewdrops, those dust particles that are not seen and appreciated, but can shine alone.

He was actually looking forward to what kind of clothes Lu Xu would put on him.

Jiang Chengyue: "..."

He saw it.

Wang Xue had a large white garbage bag in her hand.

"Why are you pouting?" Lu Xu saw his subtle emotions at a glance, "The expression muscles are quite rich, don't wear this garbage bag. Come with me and I will teach you how to wear it."

Jiang Chengyue breathed a sigh of relief, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Lu Xu chose two non-show men's clothes from NancyDeer in early spring this year. The design is not simple. It is a light pink that rarely appears in Lu Xu's design, but compared to Jiang Chengyue, who was forced to wear by Lu Xu before. That dress is already well-groomed, and the shape of the top and trousers can be seen.

"I said how pure it is." Xu Xu, the royal photographer of the Lu family, said.

"Lu, wear a suit of the same color? What do you think?" Andy Chen couldn't help talking, "There is no bright spot."

"I want you to tell me." Lu Xu glanced at him sideways, held up the clothes to swatch on Jiang Chengyue, and motioned Wang Xue to hang the clothes on the plastic mannequin.

"The cuff on the left, burn it with a lighter, it will probably burn here." Lu Xu lightly drew a line on the cuff with a pen, and said to Wang Xue, "Let your colleague come, don't hurt your hand."

"Then the right shoulder, the position of the left knee, the side of the waist, the trouser legs on both sides..." Lu Xu looked at Jiang Chengyue and drew the positioning line with a special stroke.

The tongue of flame wrapped around the expensive fabric, and small sparks popped out, which were accurately extinguished, leaving curled black edges on the cherry-colored fabric.

Jiang Chengyue stared blankly at them changing their clothes. Every spark might be worth his food for a month.

He couldn't understand this operation, but Chen Andy, who just said that there was no bright spot, suddenly took out a small notebook and started to take notes.

"Use battle-damaged makeup for makeup." Lu Xu turned his head and told the makeup artist, "Here..."

Lu Xu swiped his index finger under Jiang Chengyue's eyes: "Here, draw a scratch."

Jiang Chengyue blinked, feeling itchy when Lu Xu touched her.

"Then on the forehead, on the cheeks, properly draw the effect of soot, and on the clothes." He took a deep look at Jiang Chengyue, "Anyway, don't make him too clean."

So, Jiang Chengyue was tossed by Lu Xu and put on the cherry blossom-colored clothes that looked leaky. The makeup artist painted wound makeup on his face, shoulders and knees. After treatment, it looked like two scars from being whipped by branches, and the surrounding skin became whiter.

Jiang Chengyue looked at herself in the mirror. The originally clean clothes were scorched to tatters, wiped with soot, and the under eyes were also scratched.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the soil was about to fall off. He didn't know why Chen Andi and Xu Ke were hissing like a fan behind them, and there was a phenomenon of person-to-person transmission.

"We will wait to shoot in a dead wood forest, and we will process the scene into a forest burned by a wildfire in the later stage." Lu Xu bowed his head and explained a few words to Jiang Chengyue.

"Then I am?" Jiang Chengyue asked.

"The trees sacrifice to the fire, and you are the flower, the last flower that the fire cannot bear to devour."

Hua stared blankly at the mirror, feeling so ugly.

Lu Xu pushed Jiang Chengyue into the car, and the shooting team rushed to the location.

Jiang Chengyue lowered his head and pressed a few words on his phone. Lu Xu accidentally caught a glimpse of Jiang Chengyue sending group messages.

[Bamboo shoots]: Today is cloudy, and I'm going to the suburbs to take pictures. [position]

He watched as Jiang Chengyue copied this sentence a dozen times and sent it to more than a dozen friends, many of whom Lu Xu had never heard of.

Lu Xu: "..."

He thought that Jiang Chengyue only reported the itinerary for him alone, and showed him all the trivial and boring daily life, and only shared it with him.

result……

Jiang Chengyue didn't seem to like him that much either?

Lu Xu glared at Jiang Chengyue who was sitting next to him unhappily, and straightened his back.

"I'm straight again." Lu Xu thought to himself.