Time is getting tighter and tighter. The [Little Swallows in Flowers] team is almost too busy to sleep. They spend a lot of time working all night to make accessories and make final adjustments to ready-made clothes. The opening of the show is very important for the entire performance.

Grab the first opportunity to catch eyeballs.

The first set of costumes was co-designed by Xiaoqi and Zhou Yiyi. In order to reflect the theme, they made the "green coir raincoat" from ancient poetry. The coir raincoat was worn under the costume of the Tang Dynasty, and the headdress and dress were all Tang style.

The model is also acted by Nanjia herself.

But under the lights of the final rehearsal, the effect of appearing in the green raincoat was not good enough. Watching the video playback, Nanjia always thought that the green raincoat was too plain and more suitable for the later sets of knight-style costumes designed by Chen Pi, which could not catch the eye at a glance.

Effect.

Everyone was at a loss, thinking that time could not fix it now, and Xiaoqi could only give suggestions of decorating with flowers.

Nanjia finally raised his eyebrows at Le Zhi, who had been silent all this time, "What do you think? You are so smart, think about how to decorate your coir raincoat better."

Le Zhi leaned on the table, turned his pen, and said, "Give up."

"Ah?" Nan Jia couldn't believe it, "You will actually give up?"

"What I'm talking about is giving up the raincoat at the beginning." Le Zhishi sat up straight and said seriously, "I actually have an idea, but I don't know if it's too late. I read a lot of ancient books before when I was checking information, such as "Book of Sui"

It says that Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty said, "When it rains while hunting, he enters the oilcoat from left to right." This oilcoat is actually the raincoat worn by rich people in ancient times."

"Although the idea of ​​walking along the catwalk to the top and taking off the green raincoat at the final point is good, in fact, the clothes under the model are so gorgeous, and based on their status, they should not wear green raincoats."

Zhou Zhou frowned, "But...how to make the oil coating? Will it not be sticky?"

Le Zhi turned around and said, "Actually, it's not difficult. What I read in the book is to soak silk with tung oil. After making it, mix soil and water and paste it on the clothes. Dry it in a ventilated place and peel it off. In this way, the oil coat

It won't stick, it can be drained, and it won't be soaked by the water on the stage. We can try to reproduce it." He lowered his head and looked at his watch, "There is still time."

"This is good." Nan Jia agreed, "We also have a lot of silk fabrics. If the effect is good, it will be much more gorgeous than the coir raincoat."

Because there were people in the group who were full of action, such as Le Zhi Shi, Nan Jia and Qu Zhi, they made sure that there were no errors in other processes and started planning the show with only twenty hours before the competition catwalk.

, using previously discarded gold silk and soaking it in golden tung oil to make oil coatings.

This process was much more difficult than they imagined. Xiaoqi used a sewing machine to sew the oil coat cloak by hand, but felt that it did not match the bamboo hat. With Le Zhishi's modified design, they decided to embellished the original bamboo hat with a light golden veil.

Pair it with a tung oil gold silk cloak.

After applying three layers of tung oil, Chen Pi and Zhou Zhou brought freshly dug mud from the back mountain, mixed it with water, spread it on a fixed board and dried it with a hair dryer and a large electric fan. They waited for several hours until Nan Jiadu confirmed it again.

The entire BG show was delayed until the clay shells dried.

When Xiao Qi peeled off the mud shell bit by bit and put the complete cloak on Nan Jia, everyone in the preparation room at six o'clock in the morning cheered in unison.

When he was happy, he felt goosebumps rising on his skin. The spark of group creation made him excited.

It was already 7:30 in the morning when everything was packed up. They were busy matching all the ready-made clothes and accessories into sets to facilitate the models to change. There were thirty sets in total, ten sets for each sub-theme, and the amount of work was not small.

"There is a rehearsal at noon. We have to take the models to the stage twice, and then we have to put on makeup. I guess there won't be much chance to rest until the competition starts." Nan Jia looked at her watch and wanted to speak. Finally

I couldn't help but yawn.

Qu Zhi patted his shoulder and said, "Cuddle up for a while?"

Nanjia glanced at her and was about to lean up, but got up halfway, sat upright and patted his face, "No, I will sleep soundly."

Le Zhishi couldn't help but smile, "In order to prevent our beautiful show opening model from falling out of energy on the stage, I, the spirit leader of the Little Swallow Dress Group, allow you to take a short nap."

"Yes, I allow it too!"

"Go to sleep, Sister Nanjia."

Let the three girls sleep on the chairs in the preparation room, and the remaining three boys were busy completing the matching. Finally, they were all finished at half past ten. Le Zhi felt that he was almost cramped and moved.

They didn't even want to move, but they still had to take the models to rehearsals.

"Are your parents coming?"

"Come on, you must come and witness my highlight moment!" Chen Pi was very shy and used his arm to crook Le Zhi, "Where are you, Lele?"

"Ah?" Le Zhishi nodded, "If you want to come, you should ask me to get tickets for them early, and I may have to videotape the whole process."

"Wow, your mother loves you so much."

"Yes..." Although she is not her biological mother.

In the end, he couldn't help but send a message to Song Yu, even though he knew that Song Yu would have a morning group meeting today.

[Lele: Your little boyfriend is almost exhausted.]

There were a lot of people at the rehearsal. Le Zhishi relied on coffee to stay alive. As soon as he followed them, he heard the drum beats from the stage speakers and felt that his heartbeat was not normal. He was sweating all over his body and had a reaction similar to heart palpitations.

I originally stood in Nanjia to help confirm the models one by one, but Le Zhishi's heart was really beating so hard that he wanted to find a place where he could lean on and be away from the speakers.

"Eh? Where are the boys from Guanxiu..."

Le Zhi didn't hear Nan Jia talking to himself. He walked towards the door alone. He saw the long table for checking tickets and wanted to lean on it. Unexpectedly, he met someone from Xinchuan College.

Xu Lin, the leader, saw Le Zhi at a glance and asked him arrogantly from a distance, "Mixed-blood sweetheart, why are you alone? Where are your soldiers and generals?"

When Le Zhi felt his heart palpitations still lingering, he barely glanced at him and said nothing.

Seeing his pale face, Xu Lin also felt strange, "What's wrong with you? You haven't eaten." He came closer and touched Le Zhishi's arm with his finger, "Is it okay? Your face is so pale.

Are you born so white or are you sick?"

Le Zhi felt that his mind was not normal, but he didn't want to say it, "I'm fine."

"Really or not? No, your body comes second in the competition. I'll take you to the hospital."

The new passer behind him was still puzzled that he actually said nonsense about being second in the competition, "No, Xu Lin, we will rehearse in a while, don't you keep an eye on it."

"I can spot flowers." Xu Lin held Le Zhishi's arm and dragged him two steps out. "Whether you want to leave or not, I tell you there are very few people who can give me a ride."

"No need, I'm fine, I just drank too much caffeine." Le Zhishi broke away from his hand and his feet went weak, but was caught by another person. When he looked up, he saw Song Yu's face,

I still think I saw it wrong.

"Why are you here?" Le Zhishi's voice was very soft, "Didn't I say that the meeting will be open until half past twelve?"

"Left midway." Song Yu answered concisely. He subconsciously went to check Le Zhishi's forehead first to confirm that he had no symptoms of fever. Then he glanced at Xu Lin standing in front of them and asked expressionlessly,

"Who are you?"

"Ah? I..." Xu Lin retracted his hand in embarrassment, "I am his opponent, the kind who will push him to the ground and rub him hard."

Song Yu frowned, feeling that there was something wrong with the child's brain, so he chose to ignore it and took Le Zhishi into his arms, "Let's go, let's go get something to eat first."

"But I haven't told Sister Nanjia yet..."

"I told you, you need to rest now."
Chapter completed!