The official catwalk didn't start until eight o'clock in the evening, and Xu Chunqiu went to the venue before noon.

Tickets for a show of this caliber of the Vincent Show are not readily available, and the only people who can attend are the media with their cameras in their hands.

Xu Wensen is quite interesting, for Xu Chunqiu's sake, he reserved a ticket for Lu Xiu alone, otherwise President Lu Da would probably have to squat pitifully for a long time to see his girlfriend like other melon-eating people.

Xu Chunqiu also nibbled on a few boiled vegetable leaves at noon, even if she had lunch, she didn't eat anything at night, and she didn't even dare to drink more water in order to avoid edema.

During the preparation, Xu Wensen shuttled back and forth between the front and back desks, his expression more solemn than ever. He spent too much time and energy on this show, and he had a bit of a make-or-break flavor in this move.

In order to avoid the model wearing makeup for a long time, they have to make up again after taking off the makeup, and the order of makeup is highly consistent with the order of their appearance, and it was already four o'clock in the afternoon when it was Xu Chunqiu's turn to do the styling.

She sat in front of the mirror in the backstage and watched the makeup teacher get busy, and the dress that was pressed was sent to the backstage by Xu Wensen and asked Lawrence to come back in person, and Xu Chunqiu finally put on the "powder" that Xu Wensen was most proud of.

The design of "Pink Ink" is between a costume and a dress, with thin gold threads tattooed on the shiny brocade surface, and dragons and phoenixes meandering on the skirt, outlining the silhouette with gold threads, which is atmospheric and delicate, delicate and vivid.

Xu Chunqiu's makeup and hair are relatively simple, in order to avoid dominating the crowd, she did not pull her head like when she was singing, and wore those gorgeous beads.

On the contrary, the stylist didn't even put too much effort into her hairstyle, and the long black hair was directly draped down, hanging down like brocade behind her. The makeup is only to deepen the silhouette, and the thin eyebrows like the two crescents are matched with the bright red lip color, which is eye-catching and echoes the costume on the body.

When Xu Chunqiu did his makeup and hair and walked out of the backstage wearing that "pink ink", Lawrence suddenly understood why Xu Wensen insisted on choosing this girl as the finale model.

Admittedly, both in terms of her physical condition and her experience on the runway, she seems to be far inferior to other models who walk the same show as her. No, to be precise, she wasn't even as good as the girls on the mold cards they killed.

With her conditions, if she had gone through the formal interview process, her template card would not have been handed over to Xu Wensen and Lawrence at all, and I am afraid that she had been screened out by the assistant responsible for screening the resume template card as early as the first round.

But when she really stood in front of people in that dress, Lawrence had to admit that she did have a charm in her.

The dress seemed to be tailor-made for her, no wonder Vincent Xu was so emotional when he found her, Lawrence thought secretly.

Although he is Italian, he still learned most of his knowledge of China from Xu Wensen, but art and culture are universal, and they are not limited by language and writing, which does not prevent him from appreciating the beauty of Xu Chunqiu.

What Lawrence didn't expect was that that wasn't all.

After Xu Chunqiu changed his clothes, he dragged out a cardboard box from under the dresser, and the box contained ......

Is it a pair of shoes?

Lawrence was confused and a little uncertain.

If you define it as a pair of shoes, it looks so weird, its sole is so small that it is no more than three inches to the eye. He couldn't imagine how an adult woman could support her body with such a small area of force.

Xu Chunqiu lowered his head and put on his stilts, wrapped the strips of cloth around his slender ankles, and then stood up steadily as if he were walking on the ground.

Lawrence's eyes widened uncontrollably, and she turned out to be ......

Xu Chunqiu, who was wearing stilts, suddenly rose ten centimeters taller, and the extra ten centimeters out of thin air just made up for her height defect, making her level with other models on the same stage.

"Mr. Lawrence, the show is about to begin, and Mr. Vincent is waiting for you in the outfield. ”

Lawrence nodded, hurriedly agreed, and returned to Xu Wensen's side a little recklessly.

"Have you seen it?"

Xu Wensen's tone carried a subtle, proud sense of pride.

"What?" Lawrence was still immersed in amazement, and he didn't react for a while.

"My press-on model. ”

Lawrence nodded frantically: "She's incredible......"

He couldn't find a more suitable word to describe the Xu Chunqiu he had just seen.

"There's an idiom in China called 'finishing touch'. Xu Wensen smiled, "In the words of my hometown, she and the 'ink' on her body will become the finishing touch of this show." ”

......

At eight o'clock in the evening, the show officially began.

The lights on the catwalk slowly lit up, soothing background music sounded in the venue, and slender and tall models stepped out one by one, presenting themselves as a work of art, under the eyes and lenses of all those present.

Xu Chunqiu was the last to appear, and was told by the staff that she would have to wait for at least an hour, but she was not nervous at this time. The stilts were too tired to wear, and she sat on a high stool backstage with her feet dangling, shaking her calves to see the situation in the front court through the live broadcast screen.

Overhead are oblique lights, under the stage are media lenses, spotlights and flashes flickering one after another, intersecting on the high catwalk, at that moment Xu Chunqiu realized that in fact, the catwalk is no different from the stage, stage, and set she has experienced.

It didn't take long for the models who had walked through the runway to return backstage, either clutching their chests and breathing heavily, or wiping the fine sweat from their foreheads with tissues, like dehydrated fish, as if they were reminiscing about what it was like to be on the runway.

The hands of the clock slowly slipped past nine o'clock, and at half past nine in the evening, the catwalk in the outfield gradually got better, and the staff with badges came in from the outfield and said to Xu Chunqiu: "The last one, Xu, is ready to play." ”

She nodded, fixed the hem of her skirt in front of the mirror to make sure there was no lipstick on her teeth, and then stepped on her high stilts to take place next to the catwalk.

"I'll count down to three before you go. The back of the model in front of her had just left, and the staff whispered to her in English.

Xu Chunqiu bowed his head and exhaled deeply.

"Three, two, one, let's go. ”

The bottom of the stilts stepped on the catwalk, making a small muffled sound.

Enjoy the show, Xu Chunqiu said to himself.