After the theme of the competition came out, the law school team held many meetings to discuss design inspiration.
They compiled a lot of pictures about rain, related designs and catwalks on similar themes in the fashion industry. Chenpi is a personal genius. Although he was talking about paddling, he went down privately to inquire about several judges who might be present, found their previous works, and took a good look at their preferences.
"I put together the inspirations and drafts we discussed earlier in this booklet." Xiaoqi walked over weakly and handed out a small booklet to everyone.
Although Le Zhishi was immersed in thinking, the first time she saw her, she gave her an appreciative smile, "You are awesome."
Although Xiaoqi's voice is still small, she feels greatly encouraged, and she is more motivated to do things.
"The style this time I think we still have to be more feminine." Monday sorted out his own draft, "Well, anyway, when I think of rain, it is like Jiangnan Misty Rain."
"That style is too old." Qu Zhi expressed his opinion directly, "If it is this style, it will collide with the group that has the theme of the national style."
I said mournfully on Monday. Xiaoqi raised her hand very cautiously, "If you don't know if it is feasible to start with fabrics?"
"Fabric? You said polyester nylon cloth?" Chen Pi asked her while turning his pen.
Xiaoqi quickly drew some draft lines on her drawing paper and showed it to others. On the drawing paper is a female skirt. The skirt support is replaced by the bamboo pavilion in the ancient Chinese umbrella.
Qu Straight nodded, "You can also use nylon and transparent plastic to make a suit design similar to a raincoat, and it should be fashionable."
"But in this case..." Nan Jia raised a small question, "Will the theme shift from rain to umbrella? And I haven't sorted out a clearer level until now. I feel that some of the inspirations that everyone has put forward, such as The fabric and structure of the umbrella, the texture and color of the rainwater, and the state of the rainy mood are all biased towards the final expression of our work."
Monday also scratched his head, "Anyway, there is no subject, very scattered."
"Yes." Nan Jia pointed out a very important message, "If the show is divided into three stages, the main line must have at least three layers, otherwise it will suffer a lot in the display stage."
"We are not as accurate as the subjects of millennials, national styles, and ah. It is difficult to draw a main line." Chen Pi sighed loudly, and felt the theme of rain more and more difficult. "Ah, I'm so annoying. Destroy it."
Le Zhishi looked at the pamphlet intently, and appeared extremely silent during the discussion. He stared at some of the sketches they had drew before, and found that Xiaoqi and Zhou’s pictures were leaning towards the traditional and Chinese style, with sleeve elements, oiled paper umbrella skirts, and hats, while the tangerine peel and straight paintings were tapered. With a very obvious modern and even future style, nylon fabric, transparent plastic material elements, especially straight lines, most of the works are gray and black base, with high brightness and high contrast fluorescent cyan red, the style is bright.
"Do you want to design cyberpunk art style?" Le Zhishi raised his head and asked her with a straight sketch.
Qu straight nodded, "It just feels that there is always endless rain in cyberpunk works, and it's the kind of gloomy drizzle." After she said that, she looked at the design drafts before Lezhi, with very different styles. , "Isn't it very difficult to integrate, the feeling of design is too far apart."
"Or let's simply, one person, one style." Chen Pi suggested, "For example, Quzhi, we will engage in a group of cyber styles, and Xiaoqi will engage in the style of Jiangnan Misty Rain, together with Monday. Let's put together another one. It's over."
"It's too casual." Zhou said his voice calmly and quietly.
"I also feel that if we really can't get together, we can do three small units separately and just have a little connection."
Le Zhishi lay on the table, closing his eyes to listen to everyone from the left to the right. The word rain was repeatedly mentioned, and it also evoked his memory again and again, from the age of three to nineteen, from the past to the past. now.
Past and present.
"Wait a minute." Le Zhishi opened his eyes and raised his head. The light-colored pupils appeared very bright under the light, "I have an idea."
As he said, he stood up directly, walked around the table to the white board, and pasted everyone's messy drafts on the board with magnets. From Monday's water-sleeved clothes element to Xiaoqi's bamboo pavilion umbrella skirt, to him and tangerine peel The modern style of the painting, the last one is a straight future cyber style.
"This is actually a coherent timeline, isn't it?" Lezhishi turned his face to face everyone, "Rain runs through the past and the present. In other words, no matter how the times change and migrate, the rain will fall."
"Rain time!" Nan Jia's face showed a bit of surprise, "I think this idea is very good, time is a good clue that runs through these different design styles." She has even thought about the background music for the catwalk. , "If you follow this order, the folk music styles such as Guzheng and Dizi can be used in the front, and the transition will be towards the future electronic music."
"It's cool." Qu Zhi simply agreed with her idea.
Le Zhishi continued, "If we use time as a transition in the first stage, then in the second stage of the catwalk, in order to give a parallel design concept, I think we can use space."
Xiaoqi asked in a low voice, "Well, is it between countries?"
"Will the scope of the country be too limited?" Qu directly pressed the end of the ballpoint pen, "If it is a space, it should be larger and wider."
Le Zhishi also nodded quickly, "Yes, because I just thought of rain falling in different places, the feeling is different." He tried to describe to everyone, "If it falls in the lake, it will be The dot-like spreading ripples, falling on the glass window, will become transparent lines, falling on the umbrella cloth, and sometimes condensed into beads."
"Clouds and lakes, as well as rain-permeable grass and leaf tips, rain will fall on them. These different locations can be used to create a sense of space for rain. This part can be combined with some creative ideas for fabrics, using craftsmanship and fabrics. I think it’s a plus in design to simulate those spaces."
After speaking in one breath, I didn’t think there was anything at all. When Lezhi was over, I found that everyone was staring at me. I was a little embarrassed. He raised his hand and grabbed his hair, and returned to the usual talkative way, very lightly. With a cry, "These are just some of my immature ideas."
As soon as he finished speaking, the tangerine peel clapped his hands like a seal in the aquarium, "Niu Bian!"
"Is this immature? Then I'm just kindergarten idea." said mournfully on Monday.
Several other people also laughed.
"Time and space, these two design points are great. It is worthy of Lele. Your idea in the previous preliminary contest was also very special." Nan Jia recorded all these. "The design of the show is covered by me, whether it is music. I will give you all my best to do it with the lights."
"The last one is left." After being happy for a while on Monday, he accidentally revealed a little frustration. "The first two sub-themes are so good, and the third is very stressful."
Xiaoqi nodded slightly, "Furthermore, I have to sublimate the subject... It's so difficult, how can the rain sublimate."
This is indeed a very tricky thing.
Compulsory courses will be taken in the afternoon. Everyone temporarily suspended the meeting. The three-round runway has set two rounds of design. It is a very rare breakthrough. At least based on these two schemes, a few people can already start preliminary artwork design.
Nan Jia's illness did not get better due to taking the medicine, and even started to have a fever, but this time Lezhi did not have the opportunity to accompany him to see a doctor, and the companion became straight and straight.
But she didn't ride a motorcycle, which disappointed Le Zhishi because he wanted to see it.
After a whole day of class and the design meeting during the lunch break, Lezhishi felt that his body was hollowed out. When he came out of the classroom, he accidentally knocked to the corner of the fire hydrant in the corridor, and when he walked onto the cherry blossom avenue, he felt dull and painful.
Looking at this familiar road, he thought of the scene when W watched Song Yu, and thought of the little koi that was accidentally stepped on by him, and now he does not know if he has returned to the pond.
Lezhishi hopes that there will be a heavy rain tonight, let him get a shower, and it's best to get some other inspiration. But the rain never fell, and he missed Song Yu more and more.
While eating in the cafeteria, Lezhishi had a poor appetite. After eating half a bowl of porridge, he sat there and sent a message to Song Yu.
[LeLe: I provided a very good idea, and it was readily adopted by everyone, so we finalized the first two rounds of design concepts, and we can start the next step! ]
When it was sent out, he deleted "very good" and "Xin Ran" again, which seemed not so proud.
He feels like a puppy that his owner stays at home alone after he goes to work, and he has to show off to his owner what he does. If a puppy can send a WeChat message, he will probably wag his tail and type a string of words like "I ran back and forth three times with a small toy in my mouth today."
Song Yu is a good master, and when he quickly returned to Lezhi, he praised him for being great.
Obviously there are only three words, but when Lezhi is happy, I feel dizzy. Taking advantage of his hot face, he had a [missing] emoticon in his hair, which was a poor puppy squatting outside the window.
[Lele: Can you take a picture of you for me? ]
Knowing that Song Yu doesn't like selfies, Le Zhishi quickly added a sentence.
[Lele: It’s okay not to pat the face, whatever, I just miss you so much and want to take a look. ]
After Le Zhishi finished posting, I buckled the phone on the desktop, and my mood became a little bit excited. He suddenly realized that there was a girl on the table not far away that seemed to be watching him, so he lowered his head in embarrassment and took another bite of porridge.
When I swallowed, the phone vibrated. Lezhishi turned it on as expected, and Song Yu really sent it to him.
He really didn't take a selfie, he didn't have the face that Lezhi wanted to see, but his hands.
In the photo, Song Yu's thumb was rubbed with a little dirt, and it was not clean. His long, well-knotted fingers were placed on the pillars of an instrument's fixed tripod. The green veins were slightly convex and the wrist bones protruded. Obviously it is a static picture, and Koke can almost feel it when he knows it, under the thin layer of skin on the back of the hand, the illusion that the muscles and bones move up and down with the joints.
What is different from usual is that his fingers in the photo are a little wet, not too dry, and there is a thin layer of moisturizing and sticky light. Le Zhishi stared at him somehow, and a strange emotion surged in his heart.
Song Yu sent another message, which seemed to be explaining the equipment that appeared on the scene.
[Brother: This is a level. ]
Think about it for a moment while Lezhi.
[Lele: What's on your hands? ]
[Brother: I just put precision lubricating oil on a few instruments. ]
[Brother: The hands are a bit dirty. Is it time to withdraw now? ]
Le Zhishi quickly typed [Don't withdraw], blushing afterwards.
He thought he was really weird. Sitting in the cafeteria alone, he had some conjecture at a soiled hand. Realizing this, Lezhi left with the unfinished white porridge. Before that, he still saved the photo.
The campus gradually sinks into the dark fog of the night, and people and their thoughts can gradually be hidden. Le Zhishi returned to the dormitory, took the two sketchbooks and paintbrushes Song Yu had bought him before, and finally put the unfinished diary in his school bag for a rainy day.
"Where are you going in the big night?" Jiang Yufan opened the door of the dormitory and met Le Zhishi who was about to leave, "Going to book the night again."
"Um... you can say so."
Song Yu gave Lezhishi the room card early and told him that he could go to the apartment at any time, but Lezhishi hardly went there alone. Every time I sit in the co-pilot, I don’t feel how long this section of the road is. It always arrives very quickly. Le Zhishi walked with the navigation for nearly twenty minutes, finally found the neighborhood and went to the apartment building where he was.
A person swiped his card to get on the elevator and opened the door of the room. When Lezhi, he had a slight illusion, feeling that Song Yu would appear at any time, holding him in the hallway.
There is always a good smell on his body, like a warm cover that wraps Lezhishi.
So when Song Yu was away, Lezhishi seemed to be stripped of its shell, alone and cold.
He turned on the light, took a hot bath upstairs, and when he came out in a bathrobe to change his pajamas, Lezhishi opened the closet door and saw his and Song Yu’s two pajamas. He hesitated for a while and took off Song Yu. In her black silk pajamas, she took off her bathrobe and put it on herself in front of the mirror.
The texture of silk and satin sticks to the skin, a bit cold, like Song Yu’s always cold fingertips, loosely draped on his body, and the difference in body shape between them makes this dress unsuitable when it is put on him. It’s weird, unpublishable, and more like a general black cloth for covering. It has its own thoughts. It slid down its shoulders restlessly, and was pulled back by Le Zhishi, covering most of it. Shoulder.
Le Zhishi found that the buttonholes of this pajamas were very small and difficult to button, so he could only open his snow-white chest like this, stand in front of the mirror little by little, slowly pinch the buttons into the hole, and lower his fingers little by little. , Until the folded clothes completely cover the lower abdomen.
He suddenly thought that if Song Yu put on this pajamas, it would be difficult to untie it.
The phone on the table shook suddenly, and the sound was very loud, interrupting Le Zhishi's fantasy. He walked over to see that it was sent by Song Yu.
It turned out that he had sent a message as early as an hour ago, asking Lezhishi to also send him a photo, but Lezhishi was busy packing up his things and did not reply.
So he posted another one just now.
[Brother: Your actions are very unfair. ]
Lezhishi thought he was really cute, reminding him of the feeling of feeding oranges and marshmallows. If you give marshmallows more food, the oranges will be unhappy, and they will use their paws to grab his wrists when pouring dog food. .
But he didn't want Song Yu to know that he was wearing his pajamas, which was strange. After thinking about what to take, Le Zhishi's eyes finally fell on his legs before he had time to wear pajama pants, more precisely, his knees.
Obviously, I felt it was just a knock, and there was no particular pain, but now he realized that his knee had been knocked out with a small bruise, which was a little purple, and when the water was too hot during the bath, the skin became swollen. Pink full of water.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his long white legs bare. In order to get his knees closer to the camera, he tipped that foot, while the calf muscles and toes that appeared in the shot were tight.
After sending it out, I didn't get a response for a long time. Le Zhishi put on his pajamas and found that he was quite long and was stepped on from time to time when he walked.
Song Yu was not there, he decided to secretly paint on his bed, anyway, this cleanliness would not know. Le Zhishi took out the photo book and pencil from his bag, got into Song Yu's quilt, and drew on his stomach.
He scribbled out some lines of the costume, and didn't have much inspiration, so he started to fish, and opened the old picture album one by one, and it was full of Song Yu. He had never calculated seriously in the past, but now he really drew a lot of Song Yu’s hands, the hands holding the pen, the hands when riding a bicycle, and he fell asleep on the desk with his arms hanging down casually. Hands at the table.
Le Zhishi found that he really looked like a puppy. If Song Yu really stretched out his palm to him, his first reaction might be to catch him cleverly.
The second reaction is probably to lick his palm.
With hindsight, he realized that he was breathing a little too much, so he was lying under the quilt, but his face was buried in the painting, his dry lips rubbing unconsciously against the cold painting paper.
This quilt is like a sponge soaked in swelling, soaked with the smell of Song Yu, the familiar smell on the skin, and some kind of unnamed hormone. Le Zhishi was lying in his pajamas, as if being pressed from behind by Song Yu, wrapped up.
His respiratory tract seemed to be gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and it became extremely difficult for the normal flow of oxygen. Song Yu's face became clearer in his mind, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.
The reaction of the body is not influenced by him.
But Le Zhishi was convinced that he was not pathologically over-breathing at this moment, but because he missed Song Yu. Perhaps it is both. Missing made him unable to restrain his emotions and his breath.
Song Yu is like a lagging robot. When Lezhishi was already inconvenient to reach out to confirm the news, he sent a response to the photo of his knee injury.
[Brother: How did you do it? ]
[Brother: You took this kind of photos on purpose? ]
Le Zhishi panted, stretched his hand out the quilt and opened it, and then gave up a little without replying. He didn't know what kind of "this kind of picture" was.
In just two or three seconds, Song Yu called. Lezhishi never refused, even if he knew that the moment was not appropriate.
As soon as the call was connected, Song Yu on the other end of the phone repeated the question in a relatively calm tone, but Le Zhishi found that his breathing was too loud and anxious, almost covering Song Yu's voice.
The quilt was very hot. He tried to restrain it a little and put his head on the pillow Song Yu had slept on, but it was the opposite. A layer of sticky sweat appeared on his forehead. Lezhishi's throat made a gasp sound, like the whimpering and gasping of a small animal when he was sick.
At first Song Yu thought something had happened, but the voice was different from the illness he was familiar with.
And his tone has also changed subtly, very low, conveying a strong sense of control through the space and the electric wave.
"When Lezhi, what are you doing?"
The author has something to say: Dirty hands and bruised knees are good