distorted impression

Lu Xu reached out and rubbed Jiang Chengyue's hair: "I owe you money, and I will obey you."

In the beginning, he actually wanted to drive Jiang Chengyue away.

But when Jiang Chengyue really said that he was going to leave, Lu Xu felt as if he had been unilaterally abandoned, lost the initiative, and felt a little empty in his heart.

This sense of loss of control made him uncomfortable.

"Call them next time and tell them that you are my younger brother, you know?" Lu Xu said, "Let them not delay and come to me directly."

Jiang Chengyue's clothes were half wet, but the snare drum was not wet at all.

He flipped through a black and white cotton pajamas from the closet, put it on, and took a towel to wipe his hair.

"The clothes you are wearing look... pretty." Lu Xu said with difficulty while pinching his nose.

"Really?" Jiang Chengyue's eyes were bright, as if she jumped up all of a sudden, "I think it looks good too."

Lu Xu turned his head and looked at the floor with squinted eyes. For some reason, he always felt a little flattering at that moment.

So, he looked in the mirror and cast aside the self just now.

"Where did you go this afternoon?" Lu Xu asked, "What happened to the back of your hand?"

There was a small bruise on Jiang Chengyue's hand, which was conspicuous because of her fair skin.

"I had a fever again after noon, so I went to the hospital." He told Lu Xu about the forced infusion in the afternoon, and by the way, complained about the nurse sister who wanted to add him on WeChat after getting the wrong needle.

"You're not in good health, can you still bargain with the doctor?" Lu Xu convinced, "I'm free tomorrow, and I'll accompany you on a day trip to the hospital."

"No need?" Jiang Chengyue's eyes widened.

This is a luxury item for walking, and it emits a dazzling light all the time when it is taken out.

"It's just a bed companion, am I not worthy?" Lu Xu raised his eyelids and asked him.

"Accompany...accompany you." Jiang Chengyue corrected, "Or accompany."

Jiang Chengyue not only has to go to the hospital tomorrow, but also invites someone to play drums at the bar on Wenchuang Street in the evening.

The person he wants to compete with is Chen Ruhui, and Li Sui, who plays guitar, has already helped them get in touch. It is said that he learned drums at a music academy abroad, and he is a returnee.

Hearing about the comparison, Chen Ruhui agreed immediately, and immediately said that the most despised are amateurs like them who learn by hobby.

Jiang Chengyue was very attentive when he was speaking, so that when he tilted his head sideways to tell Lu Xu about the band, the movement of wiping his hair would slow down, and he would raise his hands in mid-air without feeling tired.

Lu Xu thought his movements were slow, so he took the towel from his hand and wiped his hair for him.

Jiang Chengyue's skin seemed to be very delicate, and when a slightly rough towel was wiped gently, it turned reddish. The towel in Lu Xu's hand rubbed Jiang Chengyue's neck several times intentionally or unintentionally, leaving a scarlet bruise. one slice.

"It hurts." Jiang Chengyue shook his head lightly, "Take it easy."

"Sorry." Lu Xu said without sincerity, withdrew his hand, leaned over and blew gently on his neck.

The warm air passed by, Jiang Chengyue felt a little itchy, she turned her head slightly to avoid it, her left cheek hit Lu Xu's palm, Lu Xu pushed his head lightly, and straightened his head.

Jiang Chengyue was drenched in the rain, and his cheeks were slightly cool. Lu Xu's palm was pressed for a while longer, and it felt softer than any material he had kneaded.

The video of Xu Nuojin's red carpet beauty is still on Weibo's hot search, Jiang Chengyue just opened Weibo, clicked in and saw this.

Lu Xu praised his beautiful clothes, Jiang Chengyue felt that he had to reciprocate, and praised Lu Xu's works in friendship: "This irregular white dress is so beautiful, they all said that Xu Nuojin looked like an angel in it, and her head was even more beautiful. There is an aura, and the skin seems to be glowing."

"Halo? That's the round light above her head, plus a camera aperture, do you want it? If you want, I can take a picture for you." Lu Xu said nonchalantly, "The skin glows, and you need to fetch water continuously Light needle and ultra-thick base makeup."

Lu Xu: "Your skin is quite good, I don't recommend you to use this."

Jiang Chengyue: "..."

Jiang Chengyue saw someone talking about Lu Xu on Weibo, so she clicked in to read it, and after a while, she asked, "Who is Andy Chen?"

"Andy Chen? Andy?" Lu Xu said, "Barely considered a designer, he is a good learner."

Lu Xu got angry when he mentioned Chen Andy, but seeing Jiang Chengyue sitting upright and posing as if he wanted to hear, he had to say a few more words: "I graduated from the same design school as me, and my grades are not as good as mine, and my works are not as good as mine." Not as good as me, probably because he choked him. Since then, he has learned what elements I use. Last year in Paris Fashion Week, I couldn’t hold back. "

Jiang Chengyue: "..."

Then you are too damn good to brag about this kind of thing.

"Weibo said that he has also returned to China." Jiang Chengyue held up his phone to show Lu Xu.

"I'll just go back. The country is so big, how can we still meet." Lu Xu said disdainfully, "We really met, and he is the one to be afraid of."

Jiang Chengyue was stared at by several nurses during the infusion in the hospital the day before, and today he brought a handsome mixed-race guy with blue eyes. The nurses looked straight and passed them several times back and forth. Second-rate.

Lu Xu had never been to this kind of centralized infusion hall, so he put more than a dozen paper towels under the stool, and then sat down condescendingly.

This hospital is close to the university town, and most of the people sitting in the infusion hall are students with major colds and fevers.

"A handsome guy with thick face, do you have colored contact lenses? Or do you really have blue eyes?" Jiang Chengyue heard the two little girls behind him discussing, "It's so pretty."

Not long after, a girl stood in front of Lu Xu: "Hi handsome guy, may I add..."

"It's not cosmetic contact lenses. It's a mixed race of two generations. It's genuine." Lu Xu, who was drawing clothing renderings, said without looking up, "I won't join Weishang."

Jiang Chengyue: "...?" Good guy, he already knows about Weishang.

Jiang Chengyue was infusing with one hand, and it was inconvenient to play GarageBand with one hand, so he put down his phone and turned sideways to watch Lu Xu draw a picture.

He didn't know much about the design industry, but he often saw Lu Xu writing and drawing in the workshop on the first floor, or repeatedly gesturing on the plastic model with a soft ruler.Lu Xu was very focused on his work, with a tape measure hanging around his neck, and there was a faint bitter taste of black coffee in the workshop.

Usually at such times, when he went downstairs lightly, he would see Lu Xu's profile with a deep silhouette under the light.

"What are you looking at?" Lu Xu asked, "Interested?"

"I don't understand." Jiang Chengyue said truthfully.

The drawing on the tablet looks like a skirt, but Jiang Chengyue can’t understand it. She only knows that after a few strokes with the pen in Lu Xu’s hand, the skirt becomes three-dimensional and the material of the fabric can be seen. .

"The effect picture is refinement, showing the characteristics and texture of the fabric, so that people who see the picture can understand it at a glance." Lu Xu turned the pen in his hand and tapped on the tablet, "You Looking at this place, we need to emphasize the fold changes..."

Lu Xu usually draws manuscripts, either in a studio with comfortable ambient lighting, or in a mountain villa with beautiful scenery. He has never drawn in such a crowded place. I don't know if it is because of the scene or because of Jiang Chengyue. The speed of the upper hook line is getting faster and faster.

"The bottle is out of medicine, don't shout, and the veins are about to bleed, what's the matter with you as an escort?" The head nurse came over, pulled out the needle by pressing the back of Jiang Chengyue's hand, and asked Lu Xu, "Foreigner, hello? Can you understand Chinese, huh? What are you doing here?"

"Understood." Lu Xu was wronged, "Wrong, wrong."

Jiang Chengyue had never seen him being scolded like this before, so she secretly laughed.

When they were about to leave, a parent passed by with a crying child in their arms. The child's shoes accidentally kicked Jiang Chengyue's shirt. The woman couldn't hold the child firmly and almost threw the child to the ground.

Lu Xu stretched out his hand, took the five or six-year-old girl, put it on the ground, and raised his hand to help the little girl wipe away her tears: "Why are you crying, don't cry."

The little girl was bewitched by his beautiful blue eyes, grinning, unable to cry.

The parents thanked them and hurriedly carried the child to get an injection.

Jiang Chengyue took two steps back, afraid that she would be stained with tears.

It was only when Lu Xu wanted to turn around to pull someone back that he realized that Jiang Chengyue had retreated five meters away.

Lu Xu: "?"

There were still several hours before Jiang Chengyue's evening performance, he put a piece of medical tape on the back of his hand, and followed Lu Xu to the workshop of the NancyDeer branch.

When they got out of the elevator, the people in the branch kept secretly looking at Jiang Chengyue——

"Who did Teacher Lu bring?"

"It looks so cute, like a little idol, with a very milky appearance, but the clothes are not very good."

"I don't know, don't ask, don't ask, just work hard during working hours."

Jiang Chengyue had never been to this kind of place before. The surrounding lights were bright, and every few steps was a mirror. Rows of hangers hung all kinds of clothes, and walking around were people dressed by designers.

"You made an appointment at night, that drummer named Chen?" Lu Xu asked.

"Ah, yes." Jiang Chengyue remembered that Lu Xu had been watching when he sent the message yesterday.

Chen Ruhui's remark that he was poor and rustic was caught by Lu Xu just in time.

Jiang Chengyue's shirt was kicked by a child at that time, and now it is still stained with mud, Lu Xu looked at it and said, "Change it, here are some simple ones that you don't need, I'll make them for you, not rubbish bag, it won’t be uglier than him.”

When Lu Xu usually makes decisions, he doesn't know how to ask others' opinions. After he finished speaking, he took a soft ruler from the workbench and went to measure Jiang Chengyue's waist.

"Mr. Lu." When Wang Xue, the design assistant, came in, he happened to see the big boss taking a tape measure and measuring the hip circumference of the boy standing in front of him, "...Miss Chu invites you to have dinner at Victoria Rose Hotel at 20 o'clock."

She said the name of a domestic female star, and put an invitation letter smelling of perfume and a rose on Lu Xu's workbench.

"Yes." Lu Xu replied, "Go."

Assistant Wang: "?" You fucking date, right? I'll go?

Lu Xu: "Her position is not worthy of meeting and cooperating with me face to face."

Wang Xue: "..."

Jiang Chengyue: "..."