Chapter 94 Changing Clothes on Stage [Part 2]

The word "cross-dressing" is completely unheard of.

"Can you change your makeup anytime you want?" Wang Erniang lifted her foot and pushed away Sun Aqing who was leaning against her back. "I've only ever heard of face-changing. There are a few people in Nanwazi who can do face-changing."

"His face would turn from dark to sunny, from pale to bluish."

Sun Aqing nodded vigorously, "That's right, those men are terribly petty."

Once Wang Erniang speaks, some words can immediately travel from Sangqiao Ferry to Lin'an City.

The five people were talking all at once, making a terrible racket.

These five people were insignificant figures in Nanwazi. The song and dance troupe was called May 5th. The five fingers in front represented the five people, and the five fingers behind represented the dance.

Wang Erniang was a singer and dancer. Li Xia, who was slender, led the dance. Sun Aqing was on the far left. She was very flexible with her arms, but her dance moves were average. The other two were Chen Jie'er on the far right and Qi Liuniang, who was slightly shorter.

Lin Xiushui exhaled a puff of white breath, put on her gloves, and said, "Changing clothes means changing outfits, not putting on makeup."

"How does it work?" Wang Erniang blinked her eyes and grabbed Lin Xiushui's arm, shaking it. "Heavens, I'm really curious. Is it like magic tricks? There are quite a few people in Nanwazi who can do magic tricks, called the Seven Saints Magic."

She counted the magic tricks she had seen on her fingers: "There's hanging an incense burner out of thin air, teaching fish to leap over a knife gate, releasing longevity fruits, conjuring up three large longevity peaches from an empty box, and even a live bird. Ah Qiao, can you conjure up one piece of clothing after another?"

Lin Xiushui didn't call her delusional. After thinking for a moment, she said, "If you can wear it, you can conjure up one piece after another, but don't even think about it for now. I can't make them."

One sentence immediately dispelled Wang Erniang's thoughts.

Inside the shop, Lin Xiushui asked them to sit for a while, then lifted the curtain and went upstairs. She picked out a reversible swivel skirt, light purple in the front and lotus red in the back.

She then found a long jacket she had kept before, which was also reversible in color. However, she had wanted to make alterations to the back of the garment, such as making a color-blocked version, that is, a three-color version. She failed, as it was ugly in a very novel way and was rejected by everyone.

Lin Xiushui picked out the clothes, hung them on her elbows, and carried them downstairs. Facing the intense gazes of the crowd, she put down the clothes in her hands, picked up a corner of the skirt, and said, "We haven't made other styles of skirts yet. Let me show you the swirling skirt first."

She gripped the entire purple skirt, her expression serious, shook it, and turned around. Everyone held their breath, thinking she was about to perform magic, their eyes wide, not daring to blink for fear of missing something.

As expected, Lin Xiushui failed to turn the tables.

Not only did she fail, but she also flung her skirt away, which was then snatched by A-Yun, who had just come in.

"Ah, I get it," Wang Erniang clapped her hands and praised, "So this is what they call disguise, it just disappears from your hands."

Lin Xiushui looked down at her hands in disbelief. The perfect transformation she had envisioned turned into a completely different color, leaving everyone speechless.

It's as shameful as setting off firecrackers in public and then having them go blank.

She gave up on the humiliating display and obediently took the clothes from Ayun's hands, turning the upper body over to check the color and pattern.

Wang Erniang belatedly realized, "You should have said so earlier! I really thought you were going to make the clothes in my hand disappear."

The others looked at her like she was an idiot; they were all clueless, but she was full of wisdom.

"I really want to go to the yamen to guard the gate," Lin Xiushui said, which made Wang Erniang curious again, "Why?"

"That way we can get the seal and shut you up."

Wang Erniang said modestly, "There's no need for such trouble. I haven't reached the point where I need government supplies yet. My mouth is still kept privately."

Lin Xiushui was speechless and decided to ignore Wang Erniang.

After seeing how the clothes changed color when flipped, Lin Xiushui's suggestion of tearing off clothes to change color actually piqued their interest more.

With a tug and a pull, different clothes are produced. Even if it is only in the realm of imagination for now, using other dresses as substitutes for demonstration is still very intriguing and convincing.

Sun Aqing asked, "Is this really free to make?"

There are no free lunches in the sky, only traps.

That's how people are. If something is too expensive, they feel cheated; if it's too cheap, they feel cheap. If it's free, they won't be happy; they'll just think they're being ripped off.

Lin Xiushui folded her clothes and said, "Of course I want money, but not in this way."

"If you can stand out at the Winter Warmth Festival wearing the clothes I made, I can build an even bigger brand."

They didn't ask for money from them, but the money would come in another way.

Wang Erniang chuckled awkwardly, "You might be making a losing deal."

The other four did not refute her words. After all, if they were somewhat famous in Nanwazi and could win the favor of the crowd, they would not have panicked and listened to Wang Erniang's suggestion to ask Lin Xiushui for advice on their clothes.

Based on their singing and dancing skills, even if they dance for two years, it will be the same. In Nanwazi, they are usually given the last few performances, and they will perform again when the venue is about to close.

Back then, lanterns were lit, creating a blurry light and shadow, and even though everyone was drowsy, they could still appreciate a hazy, dreamlike beauty.

Lin Xiushui was skeptical. After the tailor Jin arrived, she went out with the others to Nanwazi. As they walked, she said, "We'll discuss it after we've seen your singing and dancing and the other people's skills."

Changing costumes on stage, from her original clothes to a different set of clothes in a short time, was just Lin Xiushui's initial idea.

Whether this will be implemented will depend heavily on the singing and dancing skills of Wang Erniang and her four companions.

When they reached the empty stage at Nanwazi, Lin Xiushui found a spot at the very back to watch a few people dance. After watching for a while, she couldn't help but turn her head to look elsewhere, pinching her chin and frowning in thought. Apart from their graceful figures and swaying postures, they had no advantage over the other people at Nanwazi. They were beautiful the first time you watched them, a bit bland the second time, and boring the third time.

Lin Xiushui called it a uniform kind of beauty.

In contrast to them were Zhao Qilang, who taught birds; female sumo wrestlers Zhuangshandao and Tidaoshan; Qin Langzhong, who performed with insects and ants; and so on. Even compared to the song and dance performances of other professions, Lin Xiushui had seen several performances in Nanwazi, including sword dances, machete dances, flower drum dances, spinning dances, and even foreign dancers, called Wufanle and Xuecuwu.

She sat in the audience, watched carefully, then turned to face Wang Erniang, who looked anxious, and pointed to her brow with her hand, saying, "Your eyebrows are almost curled into a figure eight."

“After seeing how they danced, you won’t regret it, will you?” Wang Erniang slapped her leg. “I told you you agreed too hastily.”

Lin Xiushui felt that talking to the parrot Cuihua was much better than chatting idly with Wang Erniang.

However, in the eyes of the others, Lin Xiushui was indeed acting rashly, as if she hadn't thought things through at all.

But for Lin Xiushui, she had thought about it for a long time. Ever since she couldn't sell clothes in Lin'an in September, she had been thinking about trying different approaches and methods.

After making the lotus petal skirt and reversible clothing, she also gained different ideas in clothing design. Based on her previous memories, she tried to make bolder attempts here, and it wouldn't be a big deal if she didn't succeed.

However, despite having many ideas, those who came to her for clothes making were generally unable to accept overly novel alterations. She could only make the three traditional styles for skirts: pleats, ruffles, and swirls. Even when she tried to make Song-style trousers a little less baggy, many people told her that such alterations were inappropriate and that they simply didn't like them.

Therefore, this chance encounter was a breakthrough opportunity for Lin Xiushui.

She denied it when Wang Erniang said that she had agreed too hastily.

"I really didn't," Lin Xiushui looked away from the whirlwind dance on stage, at the faces of several people as young as her, filled with worry and anxiety. She took off her sky-blue hood, revealing a smile, and said, "Why do you say that?"

"Actually, I think it's a good thing that it doesn't have any unique features."

"Uh, is that a compliment? Saying the opposite of what you mean?" Li Xia couldn't help but speak up. Although she agreed with the statement, she was stubborn and refused to admit that they really had no special characteristics, otherwise they wouldn't be unknown in Nanwazi.

Wang Erniang was quite frank, "Indeed, those who make good roast duck can be named by everyone, such as Sun's, Li's at Chenmenkou, and the one in the alley west of Sanshui Bridge. We are the ones that can't be named, and are collectively called roast duck shops."

“I think you look like a roast duck,” Li Xia said, unable to bear it any longer, and grabbed Wang Erniang’s head.

While nodding to avoid the question, Wang Erniang happily admitted, "Thank you, then I must be the most delicious one."

Lin Xiushui covered her face with her hood and chuckled softly. After she finished laughing, she explained, "If it doesn't have any unique features, it's like the white cloth in the hands of us tailors—the easiest to alter and make stand out."

She then got to the point, "Since you asked me for advice and said you were not satisfied with your costumes, I watched everyone's dance today and sat here for half a day looking at other people's costumes. The biggest problem is that they are too bland."

Sun Aqing touched her slender face, found the mirror hanging on her body, picked it up and looked at it closely, "What do you mean by too light? My makeup today is indeed not heavy, I've run out of rouge."

"By 'light,' I mean that the clothes are too plain. Blue, white, cyan, and pink are all light and elegant colors that make people look very refined. Especially when I sit in front of you, the patterns on the clothes will look even more exquisite," Lin Xiushui said, glancing at the clothes of the group. They were all light blue.

She said, "But I was sitting in the last seat, about two meters away from your stage. I couldn't see the little details on the clothes at all, and I didn't have that feeling of being able to stare at you intently as soon as you came out."

"On stage, if you want to stand out, your clothes must be brightly colored, the brighter the better. Stages not only take away makeup, but also color."

Li Xia argued, "This light blue is the most suitable color for us. It complements our skin tone and makeup without looking too bad, and it's also pleasing to the eye for the audience. We're not suited to wearing reddish clothes; they make us look too dull."

Lin Xiushui has been making clothes for so long and has seen all kinds of people. She knows what colors suit each person.

She said confidently, "No need for red. For the upper body, you can keep your original light blue, or even deepen it to sky blue or azure blue. For the lower body, add orange, yellow, and purple to the skirt."

Colors are something that's hard to imagine just by talking about them, let alone clothing styles. No matter how eloquently Lin Xiushui described them, no one could understand her unique designs. Being an outsider, Lin Xiushui gave up on explaining and said, "Let's discuss it again after my designs are finished."

It was freezing cold, and the stage was open-air, making everyone's heads shiver. Lin Xiushui left, carrying the expectations of the group with her.

To turn verbal ideas into tangible reality, it's useless to talk to laymen; you have to talk to your peers.

As Lin Xiushui walked back, several bridal sedan chairs passed by her, accompanied by music and fanfare. Ever since she started doing business with the Wang family's rental shop and sold about twenty wedding dresses, Lin Xiushui would glance at any wedding procession she encountered on the street to see if it was a dress she had made.

However, she was only seen once. She stood in front of the house for a while, and the homeowner thought she was a guest of the wedding party. They invited her to come in and sit down. She did not refuse, went in, gave a gift of several hundred coins, blessed the newlyweds, and had a meal before coming out.

Looking back, she guessed she was hungry that day.

She braved the wind all the way back, and when she arrived at the shop, it was already dark. After the winter solstice, it got dark even earlier. She didn't insist on keeping the tailor Jin to discuss things with her. Instead, she asked Ayun to give her the key, and she would lock the door herself.

With the door half-closed, Lin Xiushui sat inside, picked up a small piece of paper, held a pen in one hand, and conceived her ideas. She moved the blanket up to cover her legs and lit the candle.

As the daylight faded from the room, leaving only flickering candlelight, she remained motionless, pondering whether to alter her clothes or leave her upper body unchanged while creating a more colorful dress for her lower body.

The act of tearing off clothes and changing costumes while dancing is a major highlight and can quickly attract everyone's attention. If Lin Xiushui were to do it, she would divide the clothes into two completely different types, which can grab everyone's attention in an instant.

But in Wang Erniang's dance troupe, that wouldn't work at all. People wouldn't stare at it for a long time. The highlight of the costume change was that the clothes changed in the blink of an eye. Once the blink of an eye was over, it was as if the burden was gone and the performance ended abruptly.

As for changing the lower body skirt, Lin Xiushui was relatively more confident. She had made too many skirts. She could combine the lightness of gauze skirts, the drape of silk skirts, the color matching of two sides of swirling skirts, and the irregularity of lotus skirts that broke through the shape of the dress to create a very beautiful big skirt on stage.

Completely abandoning pleats, folds, and swirling skirts, it creates a large skirt with a wide range of rotation and multiple layers. The skirt has a beautiful arc when it spins, with different colors on each side, changing color as it moves, like opening and closing flower petals.

She hesitated to put pen to paper, letting the ink drip down. She felt something was missing; even if she made it, it would be a monotonous beauty, not as appealing as the lotus skirt she had made.

What exactly is missing?

In places like Nanwazi, the puppetry profession alone can produce string puppets, spear puppets, and even more outstanding gunpowder-powered puppets, linking puppets with gunpowder and fireworks. Each fireworks display can be unexpectedly novel, and even if it's repetitive, the anticipation of watching it erupt repeatedly doesn't diminish.

When it comes to clothing, why can't we have bolder and better attempts that make people want to see it a second and third time after seeing it once, and even if they've seen it many times, they won't find it boring?

She firmly believes that she can find a different path.

Lost in her own thoughts, she didn't notice that it was already dark. She blew out the candle, packed her things, and just as she was about to go out, she ran into two firefighters who had already begun their night patrol.

"Miss Lin, why aren't you going home so late?" the short firefighter greeted her. "We saw that your shop was lit up and the door was open, so we were just about to knock and ask."

Another, slightly overweight firefighter added, "Be careful with fire. Even though you're close to the river, cloth is easily ignited, so you should still be cautious."

"But don't worry, we'll investigate this area very thoroughly," the short firefighter added. "We have to thank you for the fire truck; we transported water very quickly and put out several fires."

Lin Xiushui, carrying a lantern, was a little surprised. "I gave this to you?"

Fat Qian Huobing laughed and said, "That's right, don't try to hide it. One is from Shuiji, and the other is from Sangqiaodu. We've all been saying that you delivered the peace cart well, hoping that both Sangqiaodu and Shuiji will be peaceful."

"Don't worry, although things haven't been peaceful lately, especially around the year-end, with many bandits, we're on high alert and won't let anyone steal anything."

Lin Xiushui was suddenly overwhelmed with indescribable emotions; even though she had left, she could still hear them from other people.

The cold wind at night no longer seemed so biting.

She was still wondering where Chen Jiuchuan was.

The answer is, just outside Lin'an.

Because Lin Xiushui received a letter delivered by a special person early in the morning, along with a package.

She was a little puzzled at the time. Could it be that Zhang Lianhe had sent something from Lin'an again? The address was in Lin'an.

Upon slowly opening the package, I found a packet of honey ginger and a packet of dried ginger.

She slowly opened the letter, then closed it again. It said something about Zhang Lianhe.

It's Chen Jiuchuan.

Lin Xiuping calmed her heartbeat, unfolded the letter, which read, "You said you would report that you were safe and sound. I would report that I was safe and sound every day before I arrived in Mingzhou."

Before even leaving Lin'an, we've arrived at Yuhang County. Two local specialties are quite famous here: one is honey ginger, made with Yuhang purple ginger and pickled in honey, which is a bit spicy; the other is dried ginger, which is good to eat more of in the cold winter.

Guess where we'll be tomorrow?

Lin Xiushui sat there, recalling a story from the Tang Dynasty that Sizhen had told her when she was embroidering bamboo.

It is called "Bamboo Brings Peace".

The story goes that during the Tang Dynasty, there was a man named Duke of Wei who served in Taiyuan, the northern capital. According to him, there was a temple called Tongzi Temple there, and in the temple grew a clump of bamboo. Bamboo was not easy to grow in the north and was a rare commodity. The monks in charge of the temple would check on the bamboo and report its well-being to the temple every day.

Lin Xiushui didn't expect that Chen Jiuchuan would understand even though she didn't say it.

She truly started from Lin'an, arriving at a different place each day, relying on people from that place to send messages and supplies to report that she was safe. Even if there were delays, they would eventually reach her.

Later, she even received two identical letters because there was no mail delivery available in the area, so he sent them from two different places.

Lin Xiushui had never known so clearly the course of a person's life.

From Sangqing Town to Lin'an, then along the tributaries, from the Grand Canal all the way to the Yuyao River, stopping in Shaoxing, and then to Mingzhou.

The tributaries along the way, in each letter, transformed into the character "川" (river), and then flowed back to her.

Letters arrived one after another, along with local offerings and gifts. Each time she opened one, it was a way of letting her know she was safe and sound, and another way of wishing her good fortune in this way.

During these busy days of designing and changing clothing styles, Lin Xiushui always felt a heartfelt joy from receiving letters and packages at different times every day or every other day.

Peace and hope come from all directions.

In fact, these past few days have been a time of great anxiety for Lin Xiushui, as she is currently preoccupied with the clothing design. The Winter Festival is at the end of the month, and there are not many days left for her to provide the design drafts, and she still has to make the clothes.

She thought about it from morning till night every day, and discussed it with the tailors she had hired in the shop. Since she sold wedding dresses before, she had hired an embroiderer and two tailors.

Later, they recruited two more embroiderers and one tailor, but they couldn't find suitable candidates. In the end, they had to settle for two less suitable candidates and found five skilled seamstresses to help mend clothes.

This time, she arranged for everyone to discuss it together.

"Do we really have to change clothes?" The embroiderer Li Qian was a little puzzled. "I think we can change into several different outfits. The reversible swivel skirt can be changed back and forth, and the colors can be varied. It's actually quite nice. There's no need to go to such great lengths."

“No, the skirt is too fitted, it’s too tight and won’t allow for free movement while dancing,” Lin Xiushui rejected the idea. “If you have to change into multiple outfits, they have to be really unique. Would you be interested in something with a regular style?”

Li Qian was speechless. She wasn't really interested. If she wanted to see this kind of clothing, she could go to a clothing store and look around. Entering Nanwazi would cost money.

Shuiqin strongly agreed with Lin Xiushui, saying, "We say that brothels and theaters are full of extraordinary people and all sorts of talented individuals. Singing and dancing are really nothing special, unless you dance like the foreigners from outside."

"If you can do a disguise like a magic trick, and change into a variety of clothes, you have a great advantage."

“There’s just one thing: we need to have a clear direction,” Shuiqin said. She had worked her way up in Nanwazi before and was much more familiar with the ways of the place than an outsider like Lin Xiushui.

“Like a variety show, there are all sorts of plays, with each character playing a specific role and the theme of the play being sung. Even if people have heard it over and over again, they are still willing to pay for it. But when it comes to song and dance, it’s too weak. Everyone just jumps around like they’re all cut from the same mold.”

"Instead of discussing how to incorporate costumes into their songs and dances, let them decide on the songs themselves first. They must dance to this song; otherwise, even if we do it well, it won't match."

Lin Xiushui was a little silent, her fingers tapping lightly on the table. She had thought about it; she wanted to break through the framework and not use a specific theme to make clothes.

Like the lotus flowers, oil-paper umbrellas, or clothes for cats and dogs, fixing the clothes in a frame and wanting to make them outstanding requires a lot of effort each time, and there are many times when the results are not satisfactory.

When there are few restrictions on how to perform, we return to the old ways.

However, after revising and rewriting many times, she always felt something was wrong. After thinking for a long time, she realized that she really needed a clear theme. It didn't matter if she was bound by a framework for now, since freedom was also square, but there would always be a pen to break through.

Returning the question to the spinning Wang Erniang, she quickly tossed it to Li Xia, saying, "I don't like this hot potato."

"Eat, eat, all you do is eat," Li Xia said angrily. "Look how fat you've become! You won't be able to fit into the new clothes later. I'll have A Qiao return them to you."

Wang Erniang glanced at her sideways, "Hey, don't wrong me. I didn't steal any food. Is there no justice or law? Can't I even have a little craving?"

The two bickered, which Lin Xiushui was used to. She sat there drinking tea, waiting for them to stop.

After things calmed down, everyone finally rummaged through their less-than-stellar repertoire, dancing and gesturing wildly, like spiders weaving a web.

Li Xia finally decided, "Let's dance the Butterfly Lovers Dance."

"Butterfly Loves Flowers" is a very famous ci poem title, and Lin Xiushui thought it was very suitable.

The appropriate way to express their feelings is that their movements are not decisive, but their arms move very gracefully, entwining with their clothes, which can express a tender and affectionate feeling.

With the imagery in mind, Lin Xiushui could do much more, and she immediately had a multitude of ideas.

She's become quite skilled at making floral dresses through years of experience, but she's never made butterflies before.

In order to make suitable clothes, she read many poems about butterflies and flowers, and felt that the most fitting one was not Liu Yong's famous line, "My clothes grow looser, yet I have no regrets, for I am wasting away for her."

Instead, it is Yan Shu's poem: "Chrysanthemums by the railing are shrouded in sorrowful mist, orchids weep with dew, the silk curtains are lightly chilled, and swallows fly away in pairs."

Especially the line, "I wish to send you a letter, but the mountains are high and the waters are wide, where can I send it?"

She also had a deeper feeling.

There are many patterns for butterflies. A pattern that is completely covered with butterflies is called the Hundred Butterflies Pattern. Melons, vines and butterflies make up the Melon and Butterfly Pattern. Two butterflies intertwined above and below each other represent a happy reunion, and so on.

Lin Xiushui personally doesn't really like making clothes from whole butterflies; she prefers butterfly wings. The more fake and dreamy the butterfly, the more beautiful it is; the more realistic it is, the more frightening it becomes.

She longed to separate the wings and make them into wing back ornaments that she could wear on her back, but she was troubled by the lack of suitable wire that could be bent freely, and that it was not suitable for her graceful dance movements.

"It would be a pity to give up," Lin Xiushui muttered as she flipped through the thick pattern book. "How can we make the wings without using wire or a bamboo frame?"

She racked her brains. The floral dress was already ordered, and she had someone make it, but the butterfly design was still nowhere to be found.

One after another, butterfly wings leaped onto the paper. She drew very detailed outlines, some with green and blue patterns, some with pink and blue arcs, and the wings had long, thin tails. Some were open and closed, and some were closed. But she struggled to translate them into clothing.

Wang Yuelan said she had gone mad with desire, and when asked what she wanted to eat, Lin Xiushui blurted out, "Butterflies."

“I won’t stop you if you want to eat it,” Wang Yuelan said, spreading her hands. “Where am I supposed to find you a butterfly in the dead of winter?”

"Let Xiaohe conjure one for you."

Today, Xiaohe is wearing a red, wide-sleeved shirt. She really admires wide-sleeved shirts; when she swings the sleeves, she feels like a fairy.

However, there are very few children's shirts with wide sleeves on the market; most are straight-sleeved or narrow-sleeved. She begged Lin Xiushui to make her one several times.

Upon hearing Wang Yuelan's words, Xiaohe quickly stood up. She knew how butterflies flew, and wearing a loosely draped shirt, she flapped her wings up and down, circling around Lin Xiushui.

"Sister, do I look like a butterfly?"

Lin Xiushui was already annoyed by her, and not being able to figure it out was already bad enough, but then there was this little brat who turned into a butterfly, which only made things worse for her.

Lin Xiushui glanced at it and froze, muttering to herself, "It looks just like it, so much like it."

"Xiaohe, move your arm a little more, make a bigger movement."

Xiaohe waved her arms vigorously, her wide sleeves rising and falling, and in Lin Xiushui's eyes, the movement resembled the fluttering wings of a butterfly.

Overjoyed, she grabbed Xiaohe's hand and said, "Good butterfly, thank you for your hard work. Go and play now."

After saying that, he walked into his room without looking back, his mind filled with thoughts of how it could be done, how the large sleeves could turn into butterfly wings.

She muttered to herself, "There are two large sleeves, and the butterfly wings also happen to be two when they are separated. How can this not be considered destiny?"

Wang Yuelan, who was peering through the doorway, heard these words and her heart skipped a beat. "Oh no, they've all been led astray by the butterfly and are talking nonsense."

Lin Xiushui was very clear-headed; she was completely immersed in her art and couldn't extricate herself.

She didn't sleep all night, and the more she thought about it, the more excited she became. She drew a clothing sample that was almost perfect for her, which not only matched her desired transformation but also fit the butterfly perfectly and fulfilled the imagery of butterflies loving flowers.

She didn't even show it to everyone; she wanted to keep this stunning moment to herself. She actively selected various materials and secretly started cutting and sewing. Despite the freezing weather, she didn't feel cold anymore; everything felt like spring had arrived, and her stiff fingers began to revive.

In the process of making her clothes, the butterfly had two sets of clothes, one plain and one gorgeous. Tearing off the plain one revealed the gorgeous butterfly outfit underneath, completing a metamorphosis and transforming into a butterfly.

Butterfly Loves Flowers is usually described as a love story between a man and a woman, but she believes that in the narrative of song and dance, infatuation, reluctance, and pain can be transformed into another form of metamorphosis.

This outfit was striking even in its initial design, with sleeves resembling fluttering butterfly wings. Once completed and released, it became one of Lin Xiushui's most famous works.

Lin Xiushui also put a lot of thought into this dress and planned a wonderful stage performance.

No one can forget how unforgettable that day was; even the five actors who performed it underwent a permanent transformation, no longer unknown.

All of this began at the start of the mild winter event at the end of November.

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