Chapter 281: Take the last picture
"Wenwen, turn around, don't grab your skirt! Belt, let the belt float naturally!"
"Bigger, bigger rotation!"
"Imagine yourself as an elegant peacock, with your wings spread wide... Hey! Right, right! Keep going!"
“…”
In the entire office, no one dared to speak except Zeng Xiaoqin.
Panpan watched Wenwen doing the movements over and over again in front of the camera, and secretly swung her arms a few times. She was immediately so tired that she stuck out her tongue.
After waiting for a long time for reporter Zeng to finish filming, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
While Zeng Xiaoqin was organizing the camera, Wen Wen ran over and whispered to Zhu Yunying.
"Oh my god, sister-in-law! This photo shoot is more tiring than my dance practice. It's really weird."
Zhu Yunying suppressed a laugh: "That's natural. When you practice dancing, you decide how to do the movements yourself, and every step has a method. But when taking a photo, you're at the mercy of the photographer. You don't know anything, and you have to use your brain and move at the same time. Isn't that more tiring!"
"That's right! Sister-in-law, you are so smart!"
Wen Wen hugged Zhu Yunying's arm and shook it, blinking deliberately: "And the clothes they make are really beautiful."
"Then I also stepped on the shoulders of Master Song. If it weren't for the picture albums he provided as reference, how could I have made it so quickly?"
When in someone else's territory, Zhu Yunying was cautious and kept a low profile.
Song Xiaotian had been waiting by the side, listening silently to their conversation. After hearing Zhu Yunwei's obvious polite words, he lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.
"Have you finished filming, Mr. Zeng?"
Zhu Yunying looked at the time and it was not too early.
Feng Shuo is still waiting outside!
He insisted that the capital city was not peaceful recently and he was worried about her going out alone, so he insisted on coming with her.
As soon as the person arrived, Zhu Yunying had something on her mind. She always felt that someone was waiting outside and she couldn't waste time.
Seeing that things were almost done, she wanted to go back early.
Feng Shuo must want to personally take care of Lu Chen's affairs.
Thinking of this, she tapped her watch at a few people.
Zeng Xiaoqin looked up from her camera and raised her index finger at Wenwen: "One last picture! Wenwen, take one last picture."
"Sister-in-law, let me take one last picture!"
Zeng Xiaoqin is responsible at work. After arriving, she took photos of the entire workshop inside and out.
Including Song Xiaotian and Zhu Yunying who worked on the drawings, Panpan who helped choose the materials and cut the clothes, and Wenwen who tried on the clothes and made improvements over and over again...
It's already the final stage, the finishing touch, so don't be impatient.
Zhu Yunying waved her hands: "It's okay, just take good pictures."
Wen Wen walked back to the empty stage, raised her belt again, faced the east, and made a vigorous and positive gesture.
Taking the last picture doesn’t mean taking it only once.
Zeng Xiaoqin took command again.
Seeing this, Panpan followed and helped Wenwen fan herself, using the wind to make the belt fly higher.
Zhu Yunying lowered her head and looked through the album in her hand. Suddenly, a piece of cut cardboard appeared in front of her. She raised her head suspiciously.
Song Xiaotian's eyes were deep. "Last time, you wanted to make this shirt for Captain Feng, right? There aren't many ready-made shirts on the market. I happen to have a pattern. You can try it on."
"..." Zhu Yunying took the template and smiled at him gratefully, "Thank you, Master Song..."
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly heard a loud bang in his ears!
Everyone was terrified!
"What's going on?!"
"Sister-in-law! Sister-in-law!"
"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Get under the table! Cough cough cough..."
The window exploded next to my ear, and the sound of glass breaking bit by bit was terrifying.
Thick dust was pressed into the office through the gaps in the broken glass and quickly filled the entire space.
"What happened? Was it an earthquake? Why did the glass explode?"
Wen Wen carefully held the belt of her new performance costume, reluctant to let such beautiful silk material get dirty by stepping on the ground.
Song Xiaotian arranged for all the women to hide under the table, but he himself had nowhere to hide.
He was half-crouching beside the table, but he craned his neck to look outside.
The white dust turned into billowing smoke, and soon a heat wave hit us.
"Oh no! It looks like the warehouse outside is on fire! We have to get out quickly!"
Song Xiaotian realized this and reached out to help Zhu Yunying up. He first glanced at her stomach with concern, then looked at the others: "We need to get out quickly. We are very close to the warehouse. The fire will spread here soon."
"Okay! Let's go!"
Zeng Xiaoqin protected the camera and crawled out from under the table with difficulty.
Several people rushed out of the office, but they were inside the building and thick smoke had already filled the entire floor.
If they weren't so close, they wouldn't be able to see each other's faces at all.
"Will anyone come to rescue us?"
Panpan looked around nervously, her eyes were so smoked by the thick smoke that she couldn't stop crying.
She mentioned it subconsciously, but Song Xiaotian remained silent.
After several seconds, he said, "It's production time now. Apart from a few of us, there's no one else in this building. Everyone is in the workshop. There might be a manager in the warehouse, but he has to look after several warehouses by himself. The doors are usually locked. He only comes in when goods are coming in or out."
"...So we're trapped?"
Zhu Yunying asked the key question, and just as she finished speaking, there was another loud noise of glass shattering.
Crackling——
It's creepy to hear.
"No more talking, let's run! Try going downstairs first, is that okay?"
Song Xiaotian led everyone and rushed down the stairs!
But the thick smoke was starting from downstairs and had filled the entire stairwell, making it impossible to go down.
"Go upstairs! To the rooftop!"
Song Xiaotian shouted again.
At this time, he was anxious to find a way, and the hand that was originally holding Zhu Yunwei's wrist had already loosened.
When I reached out to grab it again, no one could touch it!
"Yun Yao? Zhu Yun Yao?! Where are you?"
He yelled nervously.
"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law is here with me! Master Xiao Song, don't worry, we are following you!"
The one who spoke was Wenwen.
At first, she was able to comfort Song Xiaotian, but soon, another scream broke the silence.
"ah--"
A huge boom followed!
At the critical moment, the stairs collapsed!
Song Xiaotian instinctively reached out to grab it, but could only hear the sound of cloth breaking. In his hand, he was holding the silk ribbon used for Wen Wen's performance costume.
"Comrade Wen? Wen Wen?!"
He squatted down and shouted loudly towards the place where the smoke was rising.
“Ahem! Comrade Wen?! Reporter Zeng?! Panpan!!!”
He called out several names, but no one responded.
Thick smoke filled the air all around, and the floor beneath his feet began to sway from side to side. He didn't even dare to take a step.
The flames can already be seen!
Why did it catch fire out of nowhere?
That's impossible! Director Xia attaches great importance to safety in production!
It was also for the sake of safety in production that they chose this office. They were afraid that if they rushed to make the performance costumes in an office near the workshop, it would arouse the workers' curiosity and discussion, so they deliberately chose this office.
But this kind of thing happened!
It's unbelievable!
Just as Song Xiaotian forced himself to calm down, the beam above his head made a breaking sound.
He took a deep breath, but the thick smoke choked him and made him cry.
While struggling, he watched helplessly as the beam fell down.
For a moment, his feet felt like they were filled with cement and lead, and he couldn't move.
Faintly, I seemed to hear a familiar voice saying, "Collect!"
What to collect?
Song Xiaotian didn't have time to ask. With a bang, he heard something hit his forehead, and then everything went dark before his eyes.
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