Juliet Tower

Chapter 96

Field cloth is chores.

The show is divided into two sessions, morning and afternoon, respectively at 03:30 am and [-]:[-] pm.

Grade A fresh-cut flowers will begin to lose their vitality after being out of water for a few hours, and as time goes by, the petals that have been exposed to the sun will gradually oxidize, change color, fall off, and finally wither.Therefore, in order to present the best site effect, they cannot prepare too long in advance, and can only operate in the morning of the same day.

Qiao Yumian met with the brand's construction team at the site before dawn.The other party stayed up all night, and had already set up the catwalk truss as required, and he could start the flower arrangement after he checked the details.

At six o'clock in the morning, other people from the studio also arrived, along with an extended refrigerated truck full of flowers.Xiaomao jumped out of the car: "Brother Qiao, the flowers started to wake up at 01:30. I think the condition is almost the same, and the flower heads are all opened."

"Thank you. If you are sleepy, go sleep in the car for a while." Qiao Yumian unfolded the stage layout and sketched a simple division of labor, "Everyone wear gloves, and those who are allergic to pollen wear masks. Time to bend over, don't worry we are well prepared, be careful not to get hurt."

In order to avoid the embarrassment of lack of time, everyone has practiced all the details in advance for the whole afternoon yesterday, so the scene is busy and orderly.Three hours later, when the team of brand designers arrived, they were already polishing the details.

Qiao Yumian was burying her head in front of a two-meter-high ground flower arrangement when someone patted her on the shoulder.

"Joe, you are amazing, and it smells so good here." The well-dressed design director stood behind him, with a wine red rose lace shirt with a large lapel and a pure white floral embroidered dress, and a pair of stiletto shoes. It is also fifteen centimeters tall, because Qiao Yumian felt that he was almost looking at her, and last time, when they politely hugged and said goodbye, Qiao Yumian had to bend over.

"Thank you." Seeing that she was about to hug again, Qiao Yumian hurriedly dodged back. The other party was taken aback, and the scene was a little awkward.

He suddenly remembered the way An Jiayu teased the girl, spread out his wet gloves and tried to add, "You are so beautiful today, don't stain your skirt."

Sure enough, even though he was rejected, the design director was not annoyed, and smiled very brightly, "The one who will be on the stage next to the models, you know, the shortest of them is 176 centimeters, and wearing [-] centimeter high heels, About the same as you."

Ten centimeters, three centimeters taller than him.

"To be honest, I was a little worried that the colors of the flowers would be too mixed and the scene would be chaotic. I didn't expect such an effect that exceeded expectations." The director looked around the venue with satisfaction.

Although the colors are rich, they are not messy.

Qiao Yumian didn't want to take credit: "The color matching is based on the Italian painter Luca. Giordano's work "Flora."

This classical oil painting coincides with today's theme. The flower god Flora in the painting is dressed in a simple white dress. Surrounded by flowers, she highlights her plump, healthy and beautiful figure.

In order to match the retro texture of the oil painting with gray tone, Qiao Yumian deliberately avoided the fresh and oily green flakes and blocks when selecting leaf materials, and all used strips and linear shapes, withered foxtails, dried powder Daisy, and slightly blooming snow wicker .

"That's why you choose to put these old oil painting frames on the runway?" The other party couldn't help shaking his head in admiration, "The white wedding dress is shuttled between the romantic and retro rose frame, I can't help but watch the final rehearsal."

"So, in order to catch up with the rehearsal, let's not disturb him." Su Ruike finally appeared to rescue him, allowing Qiao Yumian to continue working.He climbed up the ladder, and in front of him was an old golden wooden picture frame tilted 30° to the right, 1.2 meters wide and [-] meters high, surrounded by rose vines.

This is also where the models come out.

When everything was ready, Qiao Yumian stood at the top of the ladder overlooking the entire venue. The one-meter-high runway was paved with dark green grass, and waterfalls of flowers woven with roses hung down on both sides. Tree stump benches were randomly arranged on the grass in the audience area, and a few people sat sporadically. The staff who were taking a breath... He looked closely, and there was someone waving at him in the corner.

The man was wearing a wide-brimmed fisherman hat, and the shadow of the brim of the hat covered most of his face, but he could tell who it was just by his slender and straight figure.

Qiao Yumian jumped off the ladder, and then off the runway: "Why are you here... When did you arrive? Are you not sleepy?"

In fact, he was quite pleasantly surprised, but it was inconvenient for the public, so he had to watch him face to face for a while.

They didn't meet last week. On the one hand, Qiao Yumian was busy with work, and on the other hand, An Jiayu flew to New York to see his attending doctor.

"I arrived two hours ago, and I slept all the way back on the plane, so I'm not sleepy."

An Jiayu unfolded the paper bag in his hand, saw that his gloves were covered with messy leaves and debris, and simply squeezed a lightning puff for him and brought it to his mouth: "I just passed by a store, and there were people waiting in line at 9 o'clock. Team, I heard from Vicky that it’s a very popular internet celebrity store recently, so I bought some and brought them here. Didn’t you say yesterday afternoon that you would start work early this morning, I guess you don’t have time for breakfast.”

"...you lined up to buy it?" Qiao Yumian was taken aback, he is also a public figure after all, "Didn't anyone recognize it?"

"I didn't get out of the car. There were a lot of scalpers in the team, so I bought one that wasn't evil." Seeing him take a bite of the puff, An Jiayu tasted it through the gap, then curled her lips, dissatisfied, "Tsk, this stuffing is too greasy...It's so popular that scalpers line up...No, coffee."

While eating, Qiao Yumian glanced around from the corner of her eye. An Jiayu was very thoughtful, and the colleagues who confessed to each other had an Internet celebrity breakfast, and they were all doing things while drinking coffee, and no one paid attention to them.

"It smells so good, the whole place smells so good." An Jiayu sighed.

"All the varieties with strong fragrance are selected." This is Qiao Yumian's scheming. Flower appreciation is not only a visual experience, but a full range of sensory stimulation.The gorgeous appearance, the incomparable fragrance, the shaking of the petals when the wind passes, and the reluctance to see them about to decay.

Flowers are the sweetest and most touching beauty in this world, and they are especially precious because they are short-lived.

"Ready for the rehearsal! Everyone leave the runway temporarily, let the models step on the grass!" A staff member shouted with a loudspeaker.

"You're busy, I'll leave first, the driver is still waiting for me outside." An Jiayu pressed down on the brim of his hat, and lightly rubbed his left little finger while no one was looking, "Tell me when I get off work, and I'll pick you up."

Before Qiao Yumian had time to react, the man quickly turned around to leave him behind, and walked away quickly.

Why don't you go home and rest after getting off the plane, just to give him a bite of breakfast...

"Damn, it's so fairy!" Su Rui moved to his side at some point, looked up at the long legs on the runway and sighed, "This kind of wedding dress with a light design looks so good in the oil painting tone."

Qiao Yumian followed her gaze, and the first model had appeared in the middle of the huge oil painting frame. She froze for a moment, then raised her feet and stepped over the flower frame, as if walking out of the painting.The long legs against the sky stroll above the 20-meter-long Rose Waterfall, reaching the end of the runway, and posing a graceful fixed-point pose.There stood a huge plaster milk jug, from which a large number of flowers poured, connected with a waterfall of flowers.

The model stepped into the thick petals, like a forest elf, and also like a legendary flower god.

Everyone was concentrating on watching the final rehearsal when suddenly a staff member ran out from the backstage: "Director!"

"Huh?" The design director's Chinese is not good, and the translator happened to be going to the bathroom. A group of people gathered together, combining Chinese and English, gesticulating and fumbling for a long time. Su Rui couldn't see it, so she went forward to make a rescue.

"But it's specially made for the show!" The director seemed to be irritated by something, and raised his voice. The young boy in front of him lowered his head, tightly pinched his work ID on his chest with one hand, and stared at his feet helplessly. , I don’t know who to turn to for help.

The translator hurried back, Su Ruike retired, and sat back beside Qiao Yumian: "It's too bad luck, it's really nothing to do with him, he's still an intern, probably enough."

"what happened?"

"A team of two supermodels tore it up backstage and damaged the veil of the finale. Such thin lace, a hard object will stop it if you hook it."

The music was still playing, and the other models walked the stage dedicatedly, and the design director called the head of the styling team.

After discussing with a translator between them, they suddenly turned their heads to look at Qiao Yumian.

"Mr. Joe," said the director, "we need your help."

The author says:

The daily life of a worker.