The audience was already laughing hysterically, some people clapped along with his rhythm, and eventually the whole audience joined in, almost turning the fashion show into a concert. But he was only two years old and could only utter a few words in a babyish voice.
Qin Xiaoyu watched from backstage, her heart pounding with anxiety.
She observed the expressions of the audience and was surprised to find that, with the exception of a very few people, most of the audience in the first row were clapping along to the rhythm. It seems that the whole world is powerless against cute kids.
Suddenly the scene changed, the music changed, the stage lights changed, leaving only two spotlights, one for Xiao Zichen and one for Hu Xing who came out from backstage.
Hu Xing wore a light yellow floral dress, her hair was tied in a ponytail, and her face was covered in simple, symbolic makeup. The makeup was done by Song Miaomiao, and it had a very international feel.
The dress was designed by Jiewei. It was chosen as the opening piece because it has a powerful presence.
The exaggerated puff sleeves paired with the exaggerated skirt, blowing in the wind with a fan, exude an ethereal beauty.
Xiao Zichen had already sat down to continue dealing with his candy. When he saw Hu Xing coming over, he generously reached out and handed her a piece of candy.
The audience burst into laughter.
Hu Xing bent down, picked up Xiao Zichen, held him firmly in her right arm, walked to the designated spot, struck a pose, and then turned around gracefully and walked back.
The second model has now appeared.
This was arranged by Qin Xiaoyu; they absolutely had to bring Xiao Zichen back.
Before leaving the stage, Hu Xing made one last turn and appeared on stage.
Xiao Zichen actually raised his hand and waved to the audience, who instantly erupted in thunderous applause.
“They must think you arranged this on purpose.” Madam Fang was also overjoyed and rewarded Xiao Zichen with a kiss on the cheek.
And so, with Xiao Zichen's help, the fashion show started smoothly.
The models were a little nervous at first, but they quickly got into the zone, and the first segment of the presentation was a great success.
Just when Qin Xiaoyu thought she could finally breathe a sigh of relief, Xu Jingye ran over.
“There’s a problem.” He was in the audience taking photos.
"What's wrong?" Qin Xiaoyu hurried over to ask.
"Some fabrics are too thin, and the lights are too strong, so they will see through. The fabrics in the previous set of fashion shows were okay, and there was already a slight see-through effect. The fabrics in the sixth set are all ultra-thin, which will be troublesome."
Xu Jingye could see everything clearly from below the stage. He was experienced in taking photos, and Qin Xiaoyu understood a bit about it.
If this really turns out to be a case of see-through clothing, it would be a major incident. With so many cameras in the audience, if any one of them takes some indecent pictures, Sun Moon Clothing might become infamous and their reputation would be ruined, leaving them with a lasting bad reputation.
If she is further accused of hooliganism or disseminating obscene images by malicious individuals, she may face criminal charges.
"Should we take all the costumes off for the sixth show?" Tang Wenwen asked anxiously.
"There are only eight performances in total. Removing the entire sixth performance would shorten the show by half an hour. That's a bit excessive. Also, after what Xiao Xu said, I thought about it carefully. Starting from the fourth performance, there have been thin fabrics appearing one after another. We can't remove all the thin fabric fashions. What would we be showing then?"
“We can’t take the risk.” Master Liang came over when he heard about the problem.
"Think of a solution quickly."
"Could you dim the lights?"
"No, it will affect the overall look."
Qin Xiaoyu felt like her head was about to explode. Why was everything so difficult?
“Young people are so impetuous. Quickly send someone back to get my petticoats. I have more than a hundred petticoats.” Mrs. Fang’s tone was full of pride. Old foxes are indeed wise.
"Oh my god, this is a great idea!" Qin Xiaoyu hugged and kissed Madam Fang.
"Don't ruin my makeup!" Mrs. Fang warned, pushing her away.
A Lei drove back to Fang's house to retrieve his petticoat, while the performance on stage continued.
This fashion show can be described as refreshing. Pierre Cardin's first fashion show in China, although of international standard and professional, was only for insiders and had a very small audience.
As for the newly emerging model teams in China, they are not professional.
The height and body requirements for models are closer to those of ordinary people. Finding a girl willing to be a model is already difficult enough; adding height requirements would likely make it impossible to recruit anyone. Everyone is just making do.
Half of the models in Qin Xiaoyu's modeling team are not tall enough. However, there are a few highlights, such as Hu Xing and Daya, who have an international flair and create a sensation whenever they appear.
The model team has only one and a half male models: one is Da Zhuang with a gloomy face, and the other is Wang Jian.
Wang Jian was just there for a cameo role; he didn't receive much training, and he hadn't practiced at all since coming to Shanghai. But his good looks were his biggest advantage. It's a world that judges by appearances, and when he went on stage, all eyes were on his face; nobody cared whether his walking was perfect or not.
Qin Xiaoyu's heart was entirely focused on A Lei. Without realizing it, she was already calculating where he should be, and whether he should be back by now...
As time ticked away, there was still no word from A Lei.
A cell phone! How wonderful it would be to have a cell phone! Qin Xiaoyu waited anxiously, every minute feeling like she was being roasted on a fire.
"Little Fish, someone's looking for you." Zhou Yue waved from the backstage entrance.
Qin Xiaoyu hurriedly squeezed through.
"Hello, this is my business card. I'd like to discuss a collaboration with a department store." He really has a short temper.
"Why don't you watch the performance first? I'm very busy and can't find the time right now. I'll contact you as soon as the performance is over." Qin Xiaoyu finally managed to get rid of him.
"What should we do about Xiaoyu? She hasn't come back yet, and we're already in the fourth round."
Fashion shows require advance preparation, including changing clothes and accessories, which is quite troublesome. So by the fourth show, preparations for the sixth show were already underway.
"Bring up the costumes for scene seven." Qin Xiaoyu took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Now was the time to stay calm; everyone was waiting for her instructions, and she had to stay focused.
"A Lei hasn't come back yet, we don't know if he'll make it in time." No one has any confidence now.
"I know why! There was a major car accident on the road ahead, and the road is closed!" Fang Baobao was an impatient girl, so she ran out to see for herself. She was covered in sweat and her face was flushed, completely overturning her usual cool and aloof motorcycle girl smoky makeup.
"I wonder if A Lei is stuck on the road," Qin Xiaoyu said in frustration. What bad luck, they just happened to run into a road closure.
"I inquired about the road closure time. Alex must have been stuck on his way back, and we can't contact him. What should we do?" Fang Baobao is indeed a member of the Fang family, and she doesn't panic in critical moments.
“It’s cars blocking the way, not motorcycles, let’s go.” The third sister, who usually seemed a bit slow, was now quite clever.
"Let's bring up the eighth game too." Qin Xiaoyu had an even riskier decision.
“The eighth show is the grand finale, and the costumes are the main attraction. The fashions in the sixth show won’t be enough to hold the fort,” Master Liang said anxiously.
"Are you just going to forfeit the sixth game?" Zhou Yue asked.
"We'll catch up eventually, don't give up." Qin Xiaoyu began to rethink her plans.
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