cheongsam boy

The once crowded and noisy clothing room is now very quiet, only Gu Zhuo is left, his eyes are fixed on the figure behind the fitting partition curtain, following the crisp sound of bells and tassels colliding, the hazy curve Also follow shake.

This is really tormenting, Gu Zhuo's mouth is dry and his mind is distracted.

But just when he was about to drink some water to calm down, Song Rin's timid voice came from behind the curtain.

Song Rin opened the curtain a little bit, revealing half of her face that had already been put on makeup: "Gu Zhuo, that...the stockings are... a little tight for me, can you give me a size up?"

"Something stuck?" This was the first time Gu Zhuo encountered such a thing, he approached a little closer, "Where is it stuck?"

"That's it...that's it," Song Lin hesitated for a long time and said embarrassedly, and finally felt a little embarrassed, "Don't ask, just go and get me a bigger size."

Hearing this, Gu Zhuo couldn't laugh or cry: "No, BB, these stockings are all one size fits all, where did you get the extra size. Don't worry, can I come in and have a look?"

"I'm not in a hurry!" Song Rin suddenly exerted force on the fingers holding the curtain, "Don't come in, I haven't dressed yet, so don't come in."

"Okay, okay, I won't come in," Gu Zhuo blushed with a smile, he raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and stepped back, "Then you have to tell me where it got stuck, didn't you say it yourself? There is a solution to everything, but you must find the crux before solving it.”

After Gu Zhuo finished speaking, Song Rin remained silent behind the curtain for a long time. The knuckles he was holding were loosened and struggled several times before he heard him feel embarrassed and aggrieved, "It's where the hip is...my sock It got stuck halfway through, and I couldn't lift it up..."

In fact, before Song Rin said it, Gu Zhuo thought about many reasons, such as too thick legs or too short socks, etc., but he never thought it was because of hip.

This is quite unexpected, but when I think about it, it seems to be expected. After all, the ratio of the waist to hip data of Chief Song of his family is not for nothing.

At this moment, Gu Zhuo's mind flashed a lot of hazy fragments. He was a little flustered for a while, and hurriedly looked away and coughed a few times: "Then...then don't wear it for now, I will think of other ways, Change your clothes and come out."

Song Rin responded with a low voice, and then there was another burst of tassel bells ringing, from loud to trembling, Song Rin's figure gradually imprinted on the curtain.

Song Rin took a deep breath: "Gu Zhuo, I'm coming out."

Gu Zhuo couldn't help becoming nervous, his hand hanging on the side of his trousers clenched tightly, and his voice became hoarse: "Well, don't be afraid, I'm here alone."

Song Rin hummed in response, he was still scared and nervous, even though he agreed to Gu Zhuo, he still didn't dare to take that step.

He has never worn women's clothing for others to see, and he dare not look in the mirror when he usually wears it, for fear of seeing a monster who is neither human nor ghost.

This time too, he doesn't know what the effect will be when wearing it. If it doesn't look good, what will Gu Zhuo think of him, and will he hate him because of it?

Song Rin started to think too much again, and fell into a vicious circle of emotions again. His eyes suddenly turned red, and he begged outside through the curtain: "Gu Zhuo, why don't I stop wearing it? You... find a model again, Any one is better than me. I'm a man, I can't wear that feeling, I don't want to ruin your show, ruin this dress, I..."

"Shh, BB," Gu Zhuo touched his cheek through the curtain, and gently stroked, "Don't be afraid, we haven't seen each other before, besides, this cheongsam was originally the size I follow you It’s done, every line fits your body line, no one can perform it perfectly except you. So, don’t worry, don’t be afraid, I’m here, here.”

The curtain could not block the warmth of Gu Zhuo's palm, Song Rin stretched out his hand to hold it, and rubbed his side face obediently against his palm, like a domesticated blue cat.

In the gentle rubbing, Song Rin's other hand quietly pulled the curtain aside, and slowly opened the gap between the two of them little by little.

The softness fell into the palm, and at the moment when the four eyes met, Gu Zhuo saw Song Rin's whole picture.

Song Rin's facial features were already feminine, but the light makeup softened his tough lines. The eyeliner was replaced with diamonds, connecting from the end of the eye to the forehead. As he raised his eyes, it was extremely sultry.

The whole cheongsam fit his body perfectly, and the enamel blue silk fabric stretched tightly around his hips and abdomen, outlining a round and imaginative curve.

From the high slit on one side to the bottom of the side straddle, the bell tassels between the slits move and sway along with it, and the long white jade-like legs can only be glimpsed occasionally alternately.

And the ringing of the bell is like the murmur of the Western Regions, the sound of the bell is accompanied by Gu, and it sinks into the ears.

Gu Zhuo was almost dazzled by the scene in front of him. At this time, Song Rin was like a mermaid swimming in the deep sea, swimming towards him with thousands of miles of sea water. Suddenly, the mermaid fell into his arms, and he was also caught by the sea water. Gently and domineeringly engulfed, and fell into a dream of psychedelic dementia together with him.

Looking at Gu Zhuo's dazed and obsessed expression, Song Rin's heart finally fell to the ground, all worries and worries disappeared at this moment.He didn't ask if it looked good, because Gu Zhuo had already given him the answer.

Song Rin walked over, wrapped her arms around Gu Zhuo's neck, stepped on his leather shoes, and said with a smile, "My feet are cold, what shoes should I wear?"

The weight on his body brought Gu Zhuo back to his senses, and he realized that Song Rin hadn't put on his shoes yet.

Gu Zhuo hurriedly returned to his senses, he immediately carried Song Rin into his arms, walked to the dressing table beside him, and put the person on it.

The cheongsam tailor-made for Song Rin really perfectly outlined his figure. Gu Zhuo looked at the lines in the makeup mirror in front of him, and couldn't help reaching out and pressing on the taut and blooming embroidered flowers. .

Song Rin was frightened and screamed, and hugged Gu Zhuo more tightly. Gu Zhuo snickered, and then opened the gift box on the side, which contained a pair of satin high-heeled shoes. are similar in color.

Under Song Rin's surprised gaze, Gu Zhuo took out the high heels, then half-kneeled in front of Song Rin, held up his feet, and put the high heels on for him.

The high heels fit unexpectedly, like this cheongsam, tailor-made for Song Rin.

Song Rin looked at the high-heeled shoes on her feet, looked at Gu Zhuo's eyes brightened by the satin surface, and understood everything in a daze.

He couldn't help the red eyes: "You are, when did you prepare?"

"I have been preparing for a long time. I thought I would surprise you with the layout of the venue after the show is over, but it seems good to take it out in advance now." Gu Zhuo smiled, lifted the hem of the cheongsam, and put his hands on the ankle bone, all the way up along the white jade-like texture, "I have prepared others, do you want to see?"

In fact, this cheongsam and this pair of high-heeled shoes are already enough preparations—Song Rin was pleasantly surprised. Now hearing that Gu Zhuo has other preparations, Song Rin feels that besides being happy, it is also more heart-warming, because the details are so precious. .

It's just that Gu Zhuo's behavior is not as precious as his words, full of frivolity.

Song Rin was a little ashamed by the trouble, he bent his knees against Gu Zhuo's approaching shoulder: "Stop making trouble, let's finish the show first."

"I'm not messing around," Gu Zhuo pretended to be serious, he took out a water-based soft pen out of nowhere, "I'll give you the things I prepared for you later, now, let's put on the socks first. "

"Still wearing it?" Song Rin asked in surprise, he didn't quite understand what Gu Zhuo was thinking, "Isn't it impossible to wear it, what else should I wear?"

Hearing Song Rin's question, Gu Zhuo blinked mysteriously: "It's not wearing clothes, to be precise, it's painting."

Speaking of this, Gu Zhuo raised the water-based soft pen in Song Rin's hand: "When silk stockings were first popular, they were still a luxury item, and ordinary people couldn't afford them. At that time, when silk stockings were worn on the legs, a black line would appear on the back of the legs. seams, so those women who love beauty will draw a black line on the back of the leg to pretend that they are wearing stockings."

"Later, silk stockings were no longer a luxury item, but this black thread became fashionable, and some international shows still use this concept."

Gu Zhuo followed the words and drew gestures on Song Rin's body, as if he was trying to restore the scene at that time for him. The black line that became a fashion classic was drawn all the way to the back of the leg.

Song Rin couldn't help tightening his legs slightly, he blinked in panic and said, "Can it still be like this?"

"Yes," Gu Zhuo laughed until the gold chains on his glasses were shaking, "I want to draw you some stockings, after all, you can't wear ordinary ones, Chief Song."

"Gu Zhuo!" Song Rin kicked him on the shoulder in embarrassment.

Gu Zhuo took advantage of the situation, clasped Song Rin's ankle with his hand, and rubbed it: "Okay, okay, I won't bother you anymore, I'm serious, I'll draw two lines for you, it's no better than you wearing those hard-wearing clothes Stockings are fine."

"I just... can't I not wear it!" Song Lin bit her lip and struggled.

"No, it won't be perfect if you don't wear it," Gu Zhuo was decisive. He got up and put his arms around Song Rin, turned him around by pressing his shoulders, and said in a coaxing tone, "Soon, just two black lines , I will finish the drawing soon, you just need to stand still."

Song Rin was taken aback by his sudden standing up, and hurriedly supported the glass mirror. When he realized it, Gu Zhuo had already placed his whole body between the dressing table and his warm breath. It was a dilemma. It really was a choice. No chance was given.

The satin was lifted, and Song Rin exclaimed, "Gu Zhuo! Don't..."

"It's okay, it's okay." Gu Zhuo bit off the cap of the pen, flicked the pen twice to shake the ink to the tip of the pen, "I'll just draw a few times, my hands are very steady, and I don't use a ruler when I usually draw samples It’s just a straight line, don’t worry, I’ve practiced it, and it’s very fast.”

"Is this a question of not having practiced before?" Song Rin cursed in a low voice, struggling to pull down the corner of the cheongsam, "Gu Zhuo, the show will start soon, be serious."

Gu Zhuo rolled up the cloth and pressed it with his pressing weight: "I'm very serious, very serious, it's all for my catwalk. Baby, don't move around, the fabric is easy to wrinkle, you Don't mess up your clothes, when the time comes...you'll be able to figure out something."

"Gu Zhuo!" Song Rin was furious at his slapstick words, "You! You! Get out!"

"Hey, I'll get out when I'm done painting," Gu Zhuo was as good as he was, and he blew into Song Rin's ear before he started, "Baby, this is called art. You are dedicating yourself to art, and it's worth it."

Gu Zhuo was really crazy. Song Rin was molested by him, and he almost didn't bring it up, but when he really wanted to throw away his self-cultivation and scold others, a little cold touch made him trembling and silent.

The tip of the black ink pen draws on the white jade-like skin texture, and the makeup mirror is covered with sometimes thick and sometimes thin water mist, and the whitened fingertips tightly grasped traces on it.

After the painting was finished, Song Rin felt more tired than running [-] in the physical test in college.On the other hand, Gu Zhuo, with a face full of satisfaction and comfort, is really the face of a villain after his scheme succeeds.

Song Rin pushed him away angrily, jumped down from the table, and pulled down the slit that reached to his waist: "You are really...really, rascal! Sepi!"

Where does this come from, Gu Zhuo thought to himself, but he couldn't show it, he hurriedly threw away the soft pen, and gave Song Rin a smooth hair: "Yes, yes, yes, I'm a scoundrel, I'm a pervert."

After scolding here, Gu Zhuo hurriedly broke the conversation, he took another gift box that was placed aside, and put it in front of Song Rin: "Okay, BB is not angry anymore, look at this, this is also for you prepare."

Although Song Rin was ashamed and annoyed, she couldn't be angry for long in the face of Gu Zhuo's persuasion with a smile.He glared at Gu Zhuo bitterly, but followed his words with his hand, and opened the gift box in front of him.

As soon as the gift box was opened, at that moment, Song Rin seemed to have seen all the lights and prosperity of the flower market at night during the Lantern Festival in the Song Dynasty.

It was a flower crown.Almost at the first glance, Song Rin recognized the material on it - extremely precious blue shells were used to match the corolla made of layers of gold-covered shellfish.

Around the corolla was a golden phoenix holding a bead curtain. Song Rin lifted the corolla, and the length of the bead curtain just hung down to the front of the neck.

No wonder, no wonder Gu Zhuo assured that no one would recognize him. Once the corolla is worn and the beaded curtain is covered, no one can get a glimpse of the person inside.

Gu Zhuo took over the corolla, tidied up the bead curtains, and said softly: "Originally, this corolla was intended to relieve your stress, but I didn't expect that the willows and willows would be planted inadvertently, and it would play such a big role in today's place. But it's okay, fateful arrangement."

Having said that, Gu Zhuo lifted up the tidied flower crown and hung it on Song Rin's head. He lowered his eyes and smiled, "Shall I put it on for you?"

Song Rin raised her head, looked at Gu Zhuo through the swaying bead curtains, saw the gentle light of encouragement in his eyes, surrendered instantly, bent her neck slightly, and let Gu Zhuo wear the flower crown for herself.

It's like, in ancient Europe, the pope crowned the monarch as the king.

As soon as the corolla was put on, Gu Zhuo couldn't help picking up the curtain, and kissed Song Rin's neck.

The lipstick was kissed off, and the lip color was rubbed to reveal the bright red of petals.

But Gu Zhuo couldn't steal the fragrance for a long time. When the two were still entangled, the staff outside the door couldn't wait to knock on the door, reminding Gu Zhuo that it was almost time.

This interruption just woke up the two of them, Gu Zhuo hurriedly let go of Song Rin, and tidied up the bead curtains and clothes for him.

Then he bowed his hands behind his back and invited, "Let's go, my closing model."

Seeing his gentleman's salute, Song Rin chuckled, and put his hand into his palm: "Okay, my designer Gu."

The two walked to the backstage hand in hand. When they arrived, the models were almost halfway through. Song Rin looked out through the partition, seeing the rows of gazes and the uninterrupted flashing lights, nervous and anxious Feelings surged in an instant.

Gu Zhuo, who was standing by the side, noticed the change in his mood. Gu Zhuo held his hand tightly, and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, I will be with you. When the time comes, you can just stare at the straight line on the runway. Just go, I'm right by your side, don't be afraid."

In the show, the designer can choose to come out after the closing model, or choose to be with the closing model. Fortunately, there is an alternative model, otherwise Song Rin really dare not go on stage alone .

Song Rin smiled back at him: "Should I take a catwalk later?"

"Not necessarily." After all, Song Rin is not a professional, and Gu Zhuo was afraid of self-defeating, so he reached out and patted Song Rin's waist, "Didn't you practice waltz posture, just walk with your shoulders on your shoulders."

The waltz frame is indeed related to the model's posture to a certain extent. On the current catwalk, it is true that the requirements for catwalks are not as strict as before. Each model has gradually formed its own unique style of walking.

Thinking of this, Song Rin's nervousness was eased, he held Gu Zhuo's hand tightly, and waited for the last moment with him.

The heartbeat gradually became consistent through the overlapping of the palms. With a reminder from the staff, the door in front of the two was slowly opened, and the bright light on the runway continued to expand on their faces.

While covering his whole face, Gu Zhuo's hand secretly exerted force, holding Song Rin's hand, facing the light, step by step towards the end of the incandescence.

The author has something to say: It has been changed fourteen times, and the storm is crying.I really want to cry.I cried, I really cried, it was so annoying.

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