Chapter 74 The First Show
Before the show officially began, all the chandeliers in the show hall were dark, with only flash lights and screen lights adding some brightness to the show hall.
The show was held in the lobby on the first floor of the hotel. The walls were magnificent and the ceiling was arched with colorful Baroque murals.
Jiang Yanyu and Luo Qinglin's seats were on the right side in front of the designated area, while the left side was the media's seat. Before the show officially started, the shutter sounds and flashes continued, taking pictures of the two of them.
The air conditioner was on in the show, and Luo Qinglin was bare-legged. It was so cold that goose bumps appeared on his legs.
Luo Qinglin originally wanted to rub his skin with his palms to generate heat and reduce the cold, but the "guns and cannons" beside him kept flashing. If he moved without considering the consequences, in a few minutes, the Internet would be full of photos of him rubbing his legs.
But it’s really cold!
Luo Qinglin placed his hands on his legs, sat upright, and tried to warm his legs with the warmth of his palms. Although it couldn't dispel the cold, it was better than nothing.
Jiang Yanyu put down his phone, glanced at Luo Qinglin, leaned in and asked, "Are you nervous? When you entered the venue just now, there were so many cameras filming, but you were not afraid. Why are you getting nervous now that you're in the venue?"
"I, I'm cold..." Luo Qinglin said with a trembling voice.
When Jiang Yanyu heard this, he put his hand on Luo Qinglin's leg to test the temperature. Sure enough, the skin on his leg was ice cold, almost the same temperature as the room temperature.
"Why is it so cold?" Jiang Yanyu frowned and rubbed his thigh gently with his palm.
Soon, there was a buzz of discussion on the left, and the frequency of shutter sounds suddenly increased.
Luo Qinglin didn't dare to look to the left, and immediately grabbed Jiang Yanyu's wrist and whispered, "Stop touching it, someone is taking pictures!"
In the dim light, the flash was extremely dazzling.
Jiang Yanyu raised his head and glanced at the media reporters. Instead of restraining himself, he became even more aggressive and put his other hand on Luo Qinglin's leg.
"What are you doing?" Luo Qinglin said with his eyes wide open.
"Aren't you cold? I'll warm you up. You won't be cold anymore if I rub you more." Jiang Yanyu said confidently.
Not only the media were paying attention to the two, but the guests and audience around them were also secretly observing them.
In particular, the French people who were sitting close to the right, after seeing Jiang Yanyu's actions, they smiled ambiguously at Luo Qinglin.
Now his legs were no longer cold, but Luo Qinglin felt his cheeks getting hot and he felt so ashamed that he wanted to dig a hole in the ground to crawl into.
If it was just to dispel the cold, it would have been fine. Jiang Yanyu's hands moved from the thighs to the knees as if out of control, and even scratched the knee pits, deliberately tickling Luo Qinglin.
This vixen will act like a hooligan whenever she gets the chance.
Luo Qinglin stood up straight, looked straight ahead, looked indifferent, and pretended nothing had happened.
After rubbing for a while, when the temperature on his legs was the same as his palms, Jiang Yanyu stopped and asked, "Is your baby still cold?"
"I'm not cold, I'm so hot, take your hand away quickly." Luo Qinglin lowered his voice, as quiet as a thief.
Jiang Yanyu chuckled, took back his hand to unbutton his windbreaker, and put the windbreaker on Luo Qinglin's legs, "This way you won't be cold."
The windbreaker carried Jiang Yanyu's unique minty scent and body temperature. The skin wrapped in the windbreaker gradually became hot, as if it was burning.
Luo Qinglin grabbed the sleeve of his windbreaker and rubbed it quietly. After a while, he raised his hand again and put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed.
Sure enough, there was a faint minty scent on my fingertips.
The smell was not as strong as when he was in Jiang Yanyu's arms, but when he thought that Jiang Yanyu's fragrance was embedded in his skin, and maybe his legs were also full of the scent of mint, Luo Qinglin felt his heart burning.
The windbreaker moved slightly, rustling.
Hearing the noise, Jiang Yanyu turned his head and saw Luo Qinglin wrapping his windbreaker tightly, so he asked, "Are you still cold?"
Luo Qinglin froze for a moment, then continued to wrap it tightly and replied, "It's okay, I was just afraid that the heat would dissipate."
"It's over now, I'll keep you warm again," Jiang Yanyu put his hand on Luo Qinglin's leg again and coaxed him gently, "Wear long pants from now on, I won't let you catch a cold again."
"No need!" Luo Qinglin refused without thinking.
"Why? Do you like this style?" Jiang Yanyu raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise.
"Yeah...I like it."
Of course Luo Qinglin didn't like it, but he was even less likely to answer that he was addicted to Jiang Yanyu's minty scent and wanted to cover his body with it.
"No, I won't be there to watch the show with you in the next few days. If you feel cold again, do you have to borrow someone else's clothes to put on your legs?" Jiang Yanyu asked back.
His thoughts were disturbed by the warmth from the windbreaker, and Luo Qinglin almost forgot that today was the only day he would watch the show with Jiang Yanyu.
"Then...it's better to wear long pants." Luo Qinglin said.
"But if you really like this style, I'll ask Emma to find you some trousers in the same style?" Jiang Yanyu asked.
How to wear trousers in this style? Is he wearing a feather duster?
Luo Qinglin shook his head and quickly refused, saying, "No, I still want to try every style."
Jiang Yanyu stared at Luo Qinglin's profile for a moment, secretly curled the corners of his mouth, then turned on the screen and continued to look at his phone.
At 6 p.m. Paris time, the lights in the show came on on time.
Starting from the lights behind the scenes, the chandeliers lit up one by one, like stars scattered among the murals, flying all the way from behind the scenes to the front of the stage.
"The Fountain of the Villa d'Este"① began to play, and the piano sounded as light as the tinkling of a spring, dreamy and clear.
Etoile's show officially began. Luo Qinglin held his breath and raised his mobile phone with others to record the upcoming scenes.
The first female model entered barefoot, wearing a pure white fishtail skirt inlaid with countless tiny diamonds. When the hem of the skirt moved, it was like the light in the ripples of water, sparkling.
Models appeared one after another, and as the music reached a climax, the piano music became more passionate and the colors of their skirts became darker and darker.
The skirt changes from pure white at the beginning to dark blue at the end, just like the gradual change from day to night.
The only thing that remains unchanged is the small diamonds embroidered on each skirt, like the dazzling stars in the universe, which never go out.
The piano music gradually stopped and "The Fountain of the Villa d'Este" came to an end.
The last soft arpeggio ended, and there was silence for only a second. Then the urgent sound of violin came out, and the passionate "Carmen Fantasy"② started playing from the middle.
As the sound of the violin progressed, the model's dress gradually changed from dark blue to fiery red. The luxurious diamonds disappeared, replaced by delicate and low-key embroidery.
This was Luo Qinglin’s first time watching a fashion show up close. Every skirt seemed to have life, swaying and dancing.
There was a constant clicking sound next to my ears, and it was obvious that the media staff were busy with their work for news, self-media, magazines, and themselves.
The melodious violin sounds were like singing, the models walked lightly on the catwalk, and their skirts were gorgeous, but Luo Qinglin's attention was not on the show.
Luo Qinglin suddenly remembered that at about the same time last year, he was also squeezed among the group of media reporters, taking pictures of the models and Jiang Yanyu.
At that time, Jiang Yanyu was the shining star on the show, and he was just a person standing in the audience, with no connection with the star.
And now, Jiang Yanyu's palm was still on the windbreaker, and the warmth penetrated through the fabric and seeped into his skin.
If only the stars could always land beside him and not drift away, how nice it would be...
Luo Qinglin held the phone in one hand and secretly put down his right hand, hanging it 10 centimeters away from the back of Jiang Yanyu's hand.
His hands were suspended in the air, with neither the courage to put them down nor the willingness to pull them back.
You coward, Luo Qinglin despised himself in his heart.
The sound of the strings in the speakers became more and more passionate, and the overtones of the violin were like birdsong, getting faster and faster, just like Luo Qinglin's thoughts, becoming more and more confused.
The back of Jiang Yanyu's hand seemed to be emitting heat, which rose to Luo Qinglin's palm, as if inviting him to put his hand down.
Bang!
Just as Luo Qinglin was secretly conflicted, Jiang Yanyu suddenly raised his hand, and the back of his hand hit his palm unexpectedly, making a loud noise.
Luo Qinglin was startled by the noise and immediately wanted to pull his hand up, but Jiang Yanyu was faster and grabbed his hand in an instant.
Luo Qinglin didn't dare to move. His eyes looked straight ahead, his left hand still holding the phone upright, his body stiff.
Jiang Yanyu curled the corners of his mouth calmly, took Luo Qinglin's hand and dragged it into the pocket of the windbreaker on his leg.
As "Carmen Fantasy" came to an end, the sound of the violin strings in the music became more and more rapid, playing several notes per second.
In the pocket of his windbreaker, Jiang Yanyu inserted his fingers between Luo Qinglin's fingers, and following the rhythm of the music, he pinched the soft flesh of his palm with his thumb and index finger.
Tired of playing with the palm of his hand, Jiang Yanyu moved two fingers forward and grabbed Luo Qinglin's fingertips between his two fingers, and the strength changed with the speed of plucking the violin strings, sometimes small and sometimes large.
Luo Qinglin clenched his palms several times and tried to hide, but Jiang Yanyu grabbed his fingers one by one, pulled them apart and continued to play with them.
When the last model stood still, the last note of "Carmen" was played, and the timpani, violin and medium violins played passionately together. Jiang Yanyu also grabbed Luo Qinglin's little finger and twisted it hard.
Pain and itchiness surged up at the same time, and Luo Qinglin bit his lower lip hard to stop the cry of pain that was about to burst out between his lips and teeth.
The show ended with warm applause. Jiang Yanyu withdrew his hand with a sly smile and applauded along with others.
Luo Qinglin was still immersed in the remaining pain and itch, his eyes were dazed, staring blankly at all the models and designer directors coming on stage.
"Why aren't you clapping?" Jiang Yanyu clapped his hands and deliberately leaned closer to ask.
Luo Qinglin suddenly came to his senses and took his hand out of his pocket.
However, the fair hands had already been pinched until they were bright red, with ambiguous red all over the fingertips, joints, palms and backs of the hands.
"Your hands are so red, what's wrong? Are you allergic?" Jiang Yanyu asked knowingly, and the cunning smile in his voice could not be hidden.
Luo Qinglin glared at Jiang Yanyu and muttered plaintively, "Maybe it was bitten by a stinky mosquito."
Jiang Yanyu chuckled, moved his gaze forward, looked at the skirts on the model and asked, "Which one do you like?"
The models are arranged from left to right in the order of their appearance, and the color of their skirts changes from white to black and then to red.
Luo Qinglin took a quick look at the skirts. Each one was gorgeous and beautiful. He replied, "They all look good."
"Really?" Jiang Yanyu raised her eyebrows and pointed at a bright red backless dress. "I think that one is pretty good. It suits you very well."
Suitable for him?
Luo Qinglin's clapping became slower and slower. He turned his head to look at Jiang Yanyu, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.
The more Jiang Yanyu looked at the skirt, the more satisfied he felt. He smiled expectantly and said:
"I want to keep this skirt for you. When the time comes, you can put it on and show it to me."
The author has something to say:
Jiang Yanyu: What does my wife look like in a skirt? (Chin in hand, fantasy)
Luo Qinglin: Stop! Don’t think about it!
annotation:
Two songs that appeared:
① Franz Liszt - "Fountain in the Villa d'Este"
② Sarasate-Carmen Fantasy
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