Not well behaved

Chapter 18 Artwork

Cheng Rang worked overtime all night yesterday and followed until the end before going home exhausted.

Chen Zhun could always find the moment when Cheng Rang was at her most decadent, and then he would take her to the shower head at her house and pour her water on her. He would also give her a full schedule of work, so that she had no time to think about it.

Chen Zhun said that Cheng Rang was the most charming when he was drunk and flirting, although Cheng Rang didn't know if Chen Zhun was scolding her.

She rarely had a good night's sleep, but was awakened by the ringing of the phone.

Cheng Rang turned over in displeasure and wanted to press the phone, but he was afraid that it was the father of the recent fundraisers. Who couldn't live with money?

Cheng Rang frowned and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Cheng Rang?"

Cheng Rang rubbed his hair, his tone revealing impatience. "Which one?"

"I am Shen Xin."

Cheng Rang's mind suddenly sobered up a lot, and this extremely long-standing name was always deeply remembered in her mind.

Because in the long history of Cheng Ren's life of more than [-] years, there were only a few people who treated her sincerely.

In the past, her friends wanted to please her, but later, because of their colored glasses, they did not want to be friends with her.

"what happened?"

"I need your help with something."

"You said."

"My boyfriend recently accepted a clothing manuscript. There was a photographer who liked his clothing style very much, but there was no inspiration in their matching, and the clothes were not completely perfect, so he needed a good model."

"I wish you could come."

"Ok."

Shen Xin on the other end of the phone was stunned for a few seconds. She probably didn't expect Cheng Rang to agree so happily. In fact, Cheng Rang didn't know why, but she agreed without thinking.

Shen Xin is a candy given to her by God many years ago.

She ate the candy, but rejected it because it was too sweet, and never looked at it again.

Over the years, Cheng Rang has never had a friend, so she doesn't want to live up to her only candy.

Shen Xin was not polite either. "I'll send you the address and we'll meet to discuss it in detail."

"Do you need makeup?"

"No, the plan hasn't been finalized yet, but to be honest, although I don't know what you look like now, when I see the design concept and model, I think of you when I was 19."

When Cheng Rang arrived, he was only wearing the simplest baseball uniform, ultra-short jeans, and his long black hair was scattered on his shoulders.

She only wore light makeup, which was not as charming as she looked under the artificial light. Her eyebrows were not lazy, but added a bit of charm.

Qi Mu's eyes sparkled at the first sight of Cheng Rang, and so did the photographer. They were sure that this was the inspiration they wanted.

Cheng Rang recognized this face.

"Zimu?"

"It's not easy for Dame Cheng to still remember me."

What Qi Mu said was not about drinking, but rather blaming Cheng Rang for forgetting about people like them in the past eight years, and Cheng Rang didn't care about him.

"Let's get down to business."

At this time the photographer stood up and wanted to shake her hand.

"Hello, you can call me Wuming, I'm a photographer."

Wuming is a somewhat morbid photographer with plain appearance and disheveled hair. He is a famous eccentric in the photography circle because his works are always popular, but he never accepts one appointment to shoot.

Rather than saying that he is just a photographer, it is more accurate to say that he is a paranoid artist.

Cheng Rang nodded. "You can call me G."

Shen Xin came out and took Qi Mu's arm, smiling at Cheng Rang. "I really found the wrong person. You seem to be more beautiful."

That year, Cheng Rang had an immature childishness and a hostility from having just interacted with society. Now that she had grown up, the pain on her body was covered up, and her childishness was completely gone, but she was still cold and ruthless, which made her People feel mysterious and hard to get close to her, but they can't help but walk towards her.

"Let's take a look at the clothes." Shen Xin opened the curtain, and behind it was a suit.

Or maybe it can't be considered a suit. The left side of the suit is completely black, and the lower right side is pure white. The connection is irregular and complete, but just right. There are a few strings of tassels on the shoulder pads, and there are a few vivid three-dimensional butterflies lying on the clothes.

If it's too much, it'll look rustic and cheap, if it's too little, it'll be too ordinary.

Cheng Rang's eyes were completely attracted.

Really feel.

Shen Xin could see the surprise in her eyes. "Qi Mu originally worked in decoration design. Recently, for some reason, he became obsessed with clothing design. He said that every piece of clothing should have its own life. This is his first work."

"It feels great, what do you need me to do?"

"You don't need to do anything. You just need to try on this dress. Then, Wuming would like to ask you to take some photos. The theme of this dress is called bloom. Wuming wants to take photos in the desert. It may take you about three days. As for time, price, etc., you just need to set a price."

Shen Xin was wearing a floral dress. She was as gentle as a lake, but her speech had a clear purpose and was not muddled. Qi Mu had raised her very well in the past few years.

"If it's money, there's no need. I like this dress very much. Finally, can you give it to me?"

Saiki spoke. "No, this dress is just a prototype, not the final product. After the design draft is improved, the finished product will be produced. This dress will be destroyed, and I will not give the finished product to anyone."

Cheng Rang thought for a while. "Okay, I'm also very interested in what you guys are talking about. If the final film is ideal, I would like to use it as a promotional poster for my next music festival, is that okay?"

Shen Xin was a little afraid of Wuming's stubbornness, but Wuming rarely relaxed and nodded. "Can."

Cheng Rang tried on the dress, and it fit unexpectedly, as if it was tailor-made for Cheng Rang. When Cheng Rang put it on, the dress seemed to be immediately given life.

Perhaps it was because of Cheng Rang's lackluster makeup today that this dress actually lost her original sense of splendor, and even had a hint of decadence.

Qi Mu was thoughtful.

"Can you wear more exaggerated and gothic makeup?"

This is quite professional and catchy. "I'm a DJ."

Qi Mu closed his eyes and imagined Cheng Rang after makeup, and then opened his eyes.

"I need to take some photos of you, Cheng Rang, do you have any ideas?"

Cheng Rang took a closer look at his face. "I think this dress shouldn't be called bloom, but more like withering."

Wuming suddenly clapped his hands.

"Yes, I thought of it."

The three of them looked at him like a fool.

"This is not withering or blooming, but blooming after withering."

Obviously, no one understands.

"G, you don't want to put on makeup that day. I want to take photos, wear makeup, and then paint on the scene. It must be in sharp contrast. Oh no, I will make an appointment with a makeup artist for you. I want you to wither, but be tenacious, and then bloom again. "

Although Wu Ming's words still seemed crazy, Qi Mu and Cheng Rang seemed to understand a little bit.

Artists and half-hearted artists always have a little bit in common.

"I understand, three days, I'll finalize the draft in three days, and the clothes will be ready in about half a month. Sorry, excuse me, I'm going to do some sketching."

After Qi Mu finished speaking, he went upstairs. Shen Xin smiled apologetically at them. Inspiration always comes and goes at a moment's notice.

"G, can you move your hair?"

Cheng Rang's face was slightly distorted. "You want to cut my hair?"

"No, just bangs. I want you to cut your bangs straight."

Xu Nuo thought about it. "Can."

Wuming showed a satisfied smile. Cheng Rang looked at this satisfied face and had only one sentence in his mind.

No wonder they say there is only one step between an artist and a mental illness.

"Okay, we'll see you in half a month."

(End of this chapter)