After the theme of the competition came out, the law school group held many meetings to discuss design inspiration.

They have compiled a lot of pictures about rain, related designs and catwalks in the fashion industry similar to the theme. Tangerine peel is a personal genius. Although she is talking about paddling in her mouth, she privately asked several judges who may attend, found their previous works, and carefully examined their preferences.

"I have sorted out all the inspiration and drafts we discussed before into this booklet." Xiaoqi walked over weakly and sent everyone a small manual.

Although Le Zhishi was immersed in thinking, he immediately showed an admiring smile at her, "You are so awesome."

Although Xiaoqi's voice was still small, she felt very inspired and became more motivated in doing things.

"I think we should be more gentle and fairy in this style." Zhou Monday sorted out the draft at his hand, "Well, anyway, when I think of the rain as if it were the mist and rain in Jiangnan."

"That style is too old." Qu Zhi expressed his opinion very directly, "If it is this style, it will be a match for the group with the Chinese style theme."

Monday said ok. Xiaoqi raised her hand cautiously again, "If you don't know if it's feasible to start with the fabric?"

"Fabric? You said polyester nylon cloth?" Chen Pi asked her as she turned her pen.

Xiaoqi quickly drew some draft lines on his drawing paper and showed it to others. On the drawing paper was a women's skirt, which was replaced by bamboo pavilions in ancient Chinese umbrellas, "such as cloth such as oil cloth, embellished on the skirt..."

Qu Zhi nodded, "You can also use nylon and transparent plastic to make a raincoat-like suit design, and the fashion sense should be good."

"But in this case..." Nan Jia raised a small question, "Will the theme shift from rain to umbrellas? And I have not yet figured out a clearer level. 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 rain, and the mood state of the rain, are more inclined to the expression form of our works in the end."

Monday also scratched his head, "Anyway, there is no theme, it's 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 levels, otherwise it will be a disadvantage in the display stage."

"Our themes are not as accurate as those of the millennium style, and they are not as accurate as those of the millennium style. It is difficult to figure out a main line." Chen Pi sighed loudly, and felt that the theme of rain was tricky, "Ah, I'm so annoying, let's destroy it."

Le Zhishi looked through the booklet alone, and seemed particularly silent during the discussion. He stared at some of the sketches they had drawn before and found that Xiaoqi and Zhou Monday's pictures were both traditional and Chinese-style, such as water sleeve elements, oil paper umbrella skirts, straw hats, tangerine peel and Quzhi's paintings were very obvious modern and even futuristic styles, nylon fabrics, transparent plastic materials, especially Quzhi. Most of the works were gray-black bases, paired with high brightness and high contrast fluorescent cyan red, with a distinct style.

"Do you want to design the art style of cyberpunk?" Le Zhishi asked her with Qu Zhi's drawing.

Qu Zhi nodded, "I just feel that there is always endless rain in Cyberpunk's works, and it is that kind of gloomy drizzle." After saying that, she looked at the design drafts in front of Le Zhishi, and the styles were very different. "Isn't it difficult to integrate? Everyone's design feeling is too far apart."

"Or we'll just do it, one style alone." Chen Pi suggested, "For example, Qu Zhi, just have a group of match styles, and Xiao Qi will have a Jiangnan mist and rainy style, and we'll have a pair of other ones together."

"It's too casual." Zhou Yi kept his voice calm and his voice was very small.

"I also think that if you really can't integrate it together, just make three small units separately and just have some connections."

Le Zhishi lay on the table, closing his eyes and listening to everyone's sentences left and right. The word "yu" was mentioned over and over again, and it also evoked his memories over and over again, from three to nineteen years old, from the past to the present.

Past, present.

"Wait a minute." Le Zhishi opened his eyes and raised his head. His light-colored pupils looked very bright under the light. "I have an idea."

As he said that, he stood up, bypassed the table and put everyone's messy drafts on the board with iron-sucking stone, from the elements of the water-sleeved straw raincoat on Monday, to Xiaoqi's bamboo pavilion umbrella skirt, to the modern style of his and tangerine peel paintings, the last one is the Quzhi Future Cyber ​​Style.

"This is actually a coherent timeline, right?" Le Zhishi turned his face to everyone, "Rain runs through ancient and modern times. In other words, no matter how the times change and migrate, the rain will fall."

"Rain time!" Nan Jia's face showed a little 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 show. "If you follow this order, you can have folk music styles such as guzheng and flute, and transition to electronic music that will eventually turn to the future."

"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 order to give a parallel design concept, I think space can be used."

Xiaoqi asked in a low voice: "Is that between countries?"

"Will the country scope be too limited?" Qu Zhi pressed the end of the ballpoint pen, "If it is space, it should be larger and wider."

Le Zhishi also nodded quickly, "Yes, because I just thought that the rain fell in different places, and that feeling was different." He tried to describe it to everyone, "If it fell in the lake, it would be a dot-like ripples. It would fall on the glass car window and turn into transparent lines, falling on the umbrella cloth, and sometimes it would condense into beads."

"The clouds and lakes, as well as grass and leaf tips that penetrate rainwater, rain will fall on it. These different places can be used to create a sense of space for rain. This part can combine some ideas for creative reconstruction of fabrics and use craftsmanship and fabrics to simulate those spaces. I think it is also a plus in design."

After saying it in one breath, I didn't think anything was wrong. After the end, Le Zhishi found that everyone was staring at him and was a little embarrassed. He raised his hand and grabbed his hair, and returned to his usual easy-to-talk look. He whispered lightly, "This is just some of my very immature thoughts."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chenpi clapped his hands like seals in the aquarium, "Niu Pi!"

"Is this not mature yet? Then I'm just the kindergarten idea." said Monday dejectedly.

The others laughed too.

"Time and space, these two design points are great. It's worthy of being Lele. Your ideas in the previous preliminary round were also very special." Nan Jia recorded all these, "I will give me the show design, and I will give you all my strength in whether it's music or lighting."

"The last one is left." After a while of happiness on Monday, I accidentally showed a little despair. "The first two topics are so good, and the third one is under great pressure."

Xiaoqi also nodded slightly, "And, we have to sublimate the theme... It's so difficult, how to sublimate the rain."

This is indeed a very tricky thing.

We will have to take compulsory courses in the afternoon, and we temporarily suspended the meeting. The three-round catwalk will set up two-round design plans, which is a very rare breakthrough. At least based on these two plans, several people can already start the preliminary artwork design.

Nan Jia's illness did not improve due to taking medicine, and even began to have a fever. However, this time Le Zhishi had no chance to accompany him to see a doctor, and his companion became Qu Zhi.

But she didn't ride a motorcycle, which disappointed Le Zhishi because he wanted to see it very much.

After a whole day of class and lunch break design meeting, Le Zhishi felt that his body was hollowed out. When he came out of the classroom, he accidentally hit a corner of the fire hydrant in the corridor. He only started to hurt slowly when he walked onto Sakura Avenue.

Looking at this familiar road, he thought of the scene when he saw Song Yu from W, and thought of being accidentally stepped on by him. Now he didn't know if there was any little koi back to the pond.

Le Zhishi hopes that there will be a heavy rain tonight, so that he can get some other inspiration, and it is best to get some other inspiration. But the rain has not fallen, and he misses Song Yu more and more.

While eating in the cafeteria, Le Zhishi had a bad appetite. After eating half a bowl of white porridge, he sat there and sent a message to Song Yu.

[Lele: I provided a very good idea, and it was happily adopted by everyone, so we finalized the design concepts of the first two rounds and can start the next step of work!]

When he sent it out, he deleted "very good" and "happy" again, and he didn't seem so proud.

He felt like a puppy who stayed at home after his master went to work, and he had to show off everything he did. If the puppy would send WeChat messages, he would probably wag his tail and excitedly type a string of words like "I ran back and forth with a small toy in my mouth today."

Song Yu is a good master. He quickly returned to Lezhishi and praised him for being very powerful.

There were only three words, but Le Zhishi was so happy that he was dizzy. He took advantage of his hot face and sent a [miss you] emoticon pack, which was a poor puppy squatting outside the window.

[Lele: Can you take me a photo of you?]

Knowing that Song Yu doesn't like selfies, Le Zhishi added a quick sentence.

[Lele: It’s okay not to pat your face, whatever, I just miss you very much, I want to take a look.]

After Le Zhishi finished sending the phone, he put his phone on the desktop and became excited little by little. Suddenly, he realized that a girl seemed to be looking at him on the table not far away, so he lowered his head awkwardly and took another bite of porridge.

When I swallowed it, my phone vibrated. Lezhi was looking forward to it, and Song Yu really sent it to him.

He really didn't take selfies, didn't have the face that Le Zhishi longed to see, but his hands.

In the photo, Song Yu's thumb rubbed a little dust, which was unclean. His slender fingers were placed on the column of a fixed tripod of an instrument. The blue veins were slightly convex and his wrist bones were protruding. It was obviously a static picture, but when Coke knew it, he could almost feel the illusion that the muscles and bones were undulating with the joints under the thin skin on the back of the hand.

What is different from usual is that in the photo, his fingers are a little wet, not too dry, and are covered with a layer of moist and sticky light. Le Zhishi, somehow, stared at him, and a strange feeling surged in his heart.

Song Yu sent another message, as if explaining the instrument that appeared on the camera.

[Brother: This is the level.]

I like to think for a moment.

[Lele: What is on your hands?]

[Brother: I just applied precision lubricating oil to several instruments.]

[Brother: The hands are a little dirty. Is it too late to withdraw now?]

Le Zhishi quickly said [Don't withdraw], and then blushed a little afterwards.

He felt that he was really strange. He sat alone in the cafeteria and had some imagination in his dirty hand. Realizing this, Le Zhishi left with the unfinished white porridge. Before that, he saved this photo.

The campus gradually fell into the dark fog at night, and people's thoughts could be gradually hidden. Le Zhishi returned to the dormitory, took the two sketchbooks and brushes that Song Yu had bought for him before, and finally prepared to put the unfinished diary into his schoolbag.

"Where are you going to go to in the middle of the night?" Jiang Yufan pushed open the dormitory door and happened to meet Le Zhishi who was about to leave. "Go to pay the night again."

"Well...can be said that."

Song Yu gave Lezhishi a room card very early and told him that he could go to the apartment at any time, but Lezhishi had almost never been alone. Every time he sat in the co-pilot, he didn't think the road was too long. He always arrived very quickly, but when he walked, he realized that the journey was not short and it was a bit traversing. Lezhishi walked towards the navigation for nearly twenty minutes and finally found the community and went to the apartment building where he was.

When a person swiped his card to get on the elevator and opened the door of the room, Le Zhishi had a slight illusion, feeling that Song Yu would appear at any time and hugged him in the entrance hall.

He always smells very nicely, like a warm cover that wraps Lezhishi.

So when Song Yu was away, Le Zhishi seemed to have a layer of shell stripped off, lonely and very cold.

He turned on the light, went upstairs to take a hot shower, and when he came out to change his pajamas in his bathrobe, Le Zhishi opened the wardrobe door and saw him and Song Yu’s two sets of pajamas. He hesitated for a moment, took off Song Yu’s black silk pajamas, took off his bathrobe and put it on himself in the mirror.

The texture of silk was a little cool when it was pressed against the skin, just like Song Yu's always cold fingertips, and it was loose and loose on his body. The difference in body shape between them made the clothes feel unequal and strange when they were draped on him. They couldn't see the style, and they looked like a piece of general black cloth for covering. They had their own ideas, and they slid down from their shoulders restlessly, and were pulled back by Le Zhishi, covering most of their shoulders.

Le Zhishi found that the buttonholes of this pajama were very small and difficult to hold, so he could only open his snow-white chest, stand in front of the mirror, slowly pinch the buttons and stuff them into the hole, and turn his fingers down little by little until the closed clothes completely cover the lower abdomen.

He suddenly had an idea that if Song Yu was wearing this set of pajamas, it would be difficult to untie it.

The cell phone on the desk suddenly shook, and the sound was very loud, interrupting Le Zhishi's fantasy. He walked over and saw that it was Song Yu who sent it.

It turned out that he had sent a message an hour ago, asking Le Zhishi to send him a photo, but Le Zhishi was busy packing things and did not reply.

So he just posted another one.

[Brother: You are very unfair to do things.]

Le Zhishi thought he looked very cute, which reminded him of the feeling of feeding oranges and marshmallows. If you give more marshmallows, the oranges would be unhappy and would use their paws to smear his wrists when pouring dog food.

But he didn't want Song Yu to know that he was wearing his pajamas now, which was strange. After thinking about what to do, Le Zhishi's eyes finally fell on his legs that had not had time to wear pajamas, or more precisely, his knees.

It was obvious that he felt that he had just knocked it for a while and it didn't hurt particularly, but now he realized that a small piece of bruise had appeared on his knee, which was not obvious at all. The water temperature was too hot when he was taking a shower, and his skin turned into a pink full of water.

He sat by the bed, his two long white legs were bare. In order to get his knees closer to the camera, he tiptoed on his feet, and his calf muscles and toes appeared on the camera were tight.
To be continued...