Xu Wensen first met Xu Chunqiu, also in this reception room.

She wore a taffeta dress with a square neckline that accentuated her collarbones and shoulders, and a pair of strappy sandals with slight heels that were only three centimeters high.

She was ushered into the reception room by Tang Ze, greeted him politely, and then sat down on the leather sofa gracefully.

Xu Wensen felt that Xu Chunqiu in front of him seemed to be a little different from what he imagined.

To be honest, he was a little disappointed.

He frowned without a trace: "I thought you would be taller. ”

Xu Wensen hadn't seen her before, but just roughly estimated her height according to the image of Lin Tianye in the film.

Xu Chunqiu's face is small, and his head is also small, Xu Wensen estimated according to the head-to-body ratio of normal people, thinking in his heart that this girl must have a meter six or eight, who would have thought that after really meeting, he found out that she was actually more petite than he imagined.

That's a bit tricky.

"I'm sorry, it was a bit abrupt. ”

Disappointment is disappointment, basic politeness is still necessary, Xu Wensen immediately apologized for his gaffe and reckless words.

Xu Chunqiu shook his head and said nothing, and then asked, "Is there any problem?"

Xu Wensen pushed the proofing drawing on the tablet to Xu Chunqiu, and said with some regret: "Mr. Tang should have told you that for the Vincent show in June, my original plan was to ask you to be my finale model." ”

Tang Ze, who was sitting on the side, caught this sensitive word, and repeated half a sentence: "Originally?"

Has he changed his mind?

"Excuse me, take the liberty of interrupting," Tang Ze interjected, "You've found a more suitable candidate than us?"

Xu Wensen shook his head slowly: "It's not because of this. ”

The girl in front of her lowered her head slightly, the line of her neck was slender and soft, and she had that feeling on her body, but it was a pity......

He sighed: "My models are at least 1.7 meters old, and the vast majority of them are above 1.75 meters." ”

The implication of his words was very clear, Xu Chunqiu was too short.

There is no way for a person to choose his height, in a sense this is actually cruel, but the circle of models is like this, if you are not tall enough, you can only be eliminated.

A tall person is easier to see than a short person, and it is impossible for a model with a level of "Vincent" to be less than six or five meters on the runway, and no matter how good the body proportions are, unless she walks up on stilts.

Among the models in a whole row of 175, Xu Chunqiu will become the depression that goes down, and a person in his early sixties can't get on the catwalk, let alone press the stage.

Xu Wensen was a little wilted, as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water on his head. He thought of seeing her on the plane wearing ballet shoes, dancing on a high stage and waving whips, and the more he thought about it, the more regretful he felt.

With slender limbs, wrists over the crotch, and her superior ratio of legs and flesh and bones, she is simply a natural model in terms of proportions.

Except for her height.

Xu Chunqiu didn't say a word, as if she hadn't heard anything, her eyes were fixed on the tablet, she didn't blink, and she was reluctant to leave the proofing picture on the screen for a second.

Tang Ze looked at it from the side, and estimated in her heart that she really liked it, and she liked everything that was related to the opera, not to mention this work called "Pink Ink", which was designed with Chinese style and traditional opera as the core elements.

Is there really no room for negotiation?

He continued to fight for Xu Chunqiu a little unwillingly: "It's just a few centimeters of difference, and high heels can make up for it." ”

Xu Wensen still shook his head: "Impossible." ”

He pointed to the proofing and said to Tang Ze: "This dress is to be matched with traditional embroidered shoes, the kind with flat soles." ”

"High heels are absolutely not going to work. ”

Tang Ze then stopped talking, and the atmosphere in the reception room seemed to be at an impasse for a while.

The first to break the silence was Xu Chunqiu, who slowly pushed Xu Wensen's tablet back, and spoke in a calm tone: "Mr. Xu, I don't know if you have ever heard of 'stilts'?"

"You mean stilts?"

Xu Wensen subconsciously linked these two concepts together.

saw Xu Chunqiu shaking his head: "No, it's the stilts of the opera, the stilts." ”

Xu Wensen was stunned for a moment: "I don't understand what the 'stilts' you said have to do with the topic we are talking about now." ”

"If you're not in a hurry, can you wait twenty minutes? ”

He hadn't really seen the stilts, and Xu Chunqiu knew that it wasn't so easy to convince him in a few words, so he simply said directly: "I'll show you in twenty minutes." ”

Xu Wensen nodded in agreement, and then sat on the sofa with his arms folded with great interest and waited.

Tang Ze pulled Xu Chunqiu out of the reception room, lowered his voice and asked her, "What do you mean by what you just said?"

Xu Chunqiu pointed to his mobile phone and gestured: "I have asked Xiaobai to go back to the theater to pick up my stilts." ”

Tang Ze hung his heart high, and said in a rambling voice, and he didn't know whether he was explaining Xu Chunqiu or doing psychological work for himself: "It's good that Vincent shows this resource, but hardware like height is innate, don't be too stressed, even if you lose this resource because of your height, it's not too regrettable." ”

But I saw Xu Chunqiu looking up at him and smiling: "Don't worry, Mr. Tang." ”

"Are you really sure?" Tang Ze saw her steady appearance, and his hanging heart fell back into his stomach a little, "How many percent?"

"Ten percent. ”

Xu Chunqiu rarely disappoints, as long as she says something, she will definitely do it.

Tang Ze heard her talk so much, and he couldn't understand her thoughts even more.

High heels don't work, there is no way to physically use external forces, how is she going to fill the height difference of ten centimeters?

Twenty minutes passed in a flash, and Xiaobai knocked on the glass door of the reception room, holding a paper bag in his hand.

Xu Chunqiu took the things in his hand: "It's hard work." ”

The bag contained a shoebox, and Xu Wensen was still sitting on the leather sofa with his arms crossed, as if he had foreseen that Xu Chunqiu would ask someone to get a pair of shoes.

But the moment she lifted the shoebox, he was still stunned.

He jerked up from the couch, his eyes locked on the contents of the shoebox.

A special pair of shoes, delicate brocade, multicolored embroidery, the toe is also decorated with colorful silk tassels, the upper heel is sewn with a strip of white cloth about ten inches long, and the heel is wooden.

"It's ......"

Xu Chunqiu nodded: "Stilt shoes." ”