Chapter 135: Baina Patchwork

The sea breeze at night is cold and biting, especially when a woman is only wearing a thin silk sundress, Xia Menglan has not been calm for a long time since she received the photo, she has stood alone on the beach for a long time, but she has never been able to calm her restless heart.

She thought she was special, and no one had ever stayed overnight in the Shen family's old mansion, but all her fantasies were shattered by a photo.

Xia Menglan regretted, why didn't she get rid of Song Jie earlier, now, she has lost the most precious thing, and she can no longer dedicate her complete self to Shen Lang.

She hates! Hate Song only, hate Yan Xu......

Even, she also held a grudge against Shen Lang's eyes.

Suddenly, someone behind her put a coat on her, and when she turned her head, she saw Yan Xu, and struggled hard: "Take it!" I don't need to! ”

Yan Xu didn't get angry because of her actions, she just picked up the coat on the ground and put it on Xia Menglan's body again: "It's cold here, let's go back with me first." ”

He knew that doing so would hurt Xia Menglan, but he did it anyway.

He's going to break her arm, and then he's going to intervene.

"Get out of here!" Xia Menglan pushed Yan Xu away and pointed in another direction to herself: "Don't come and pretend to me, if it weren't for your despicable behavior, how could I have fallen to this point, and I still have to accompany you to Shanghai, what are you and me?" The lady who goes out with you, or the female publicist in KTV? ”

Yan Xu's face changed suddenly, he grabbed Xia Menglan's arm, and returned with a loud slap that hit Xia Menglan's face hard.

"Smack!" A smack fell, and a crimson palm print was printed on Xia Menglan's fair face.

She covered her face and stared at Yan Xu with a stunned expression.

"Enough trouble?" Yan Xu picked up the clothes, put them back on Xia Menglan's body, and said in a deep voice: "For a man who doesn't love you, do you think it's worth it to make yourself this virtue?!" ”

Xia Menglan was still stunned in place, her pupils shrank, and her tears rolled down in an instant.

Yan Xu said again: "I treat you as my woman, and I brought you out to let you relax, I have never treated you as one of those dirty women, Xia Menglan, can you sober me up, Shen Lang is not worth it at all." ”

Someone passing by took out her mobile phone to secretly take pictures of Xia Menglan, perhaps out of the instinct of a big star, she turned around and avoided the passerby's camera.

Yan Xu stepped forward, snatched his hand directly, and threw the passerby's mobile phone into the sea.

Immediately, he grabbed Xia Menglan and quickly walked into the car.

……

Song only didn't expect that just a photo of riding a bicycle near Shen Lang's house would be able to set off such a big storm.

She wondered if these netizens were full of food, didn't they just ride a bicycle in the villa area where local tyrants gathered, as for making such a big storm.

She looked at the search on Weibo with her head downcast, and netizens had everything they could say.

"Is there something wrong with these people?!" Song's puffed face was like a bun.

Wang Xintong saw it in her eyes, her heart was a little pantothenic, but she still had to pretend to be flat and said: "They are boring, don't take it to heart, this kind of hot search will go down in two days." ”

"Really?" Song only stared at her.

Wang Xintong nodded: "Of course." She stood up, put her hands on Song Zhizhi's shoulders, and said with a smile: "You, don't think about this, if you have time, it's like a fashion design competition." ”

When it came to the competition, Song only immediately became interested, she was like a small motor with a wound up, picked up the tablet, found a few design drawings that she was extremely satisfied with, and showed them to Wang Xintong.

Wang Xintong deliberately wrote down those design drawings, and called Lei Yuling in the bathroom on the grounds of going to the bathroom: "Do you know about this youth fashion design competition?" ”

"Of course, I'm also one of the judges." Lei Yuling was silent for a few seconds and asked, "What?" Is Song only interested in participating? ”

"Hmm." Wang Xintong looked around, checked from compartment to compartment, and only after seeing that there was no one did she say to the phone: "She has signed up for the competition, you can take a look at the design drawings I sent you, and there are several sets of clothes that Song only intends to use to participate in the competition." ”

"Okay, I got it."

Lei Yuling was just about to hang up the phone, when he suddenly heard Wang Xintong say again: "Sister Yuling, you are the judge of this competition, I don't know if you can let me ......"

She understood what Wang Xintong meant, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I will definitely be able to guarantee that you will enter the top three." ”

"Thank you, Sister Yuling. I won't let you down. Wang Xintong hung up the phone and left the bathroom.

The Youth Fashion Design Grand Prix is a good opportunity for fledgling designers like Song to show their design talents, and the competition adopts a knockout system, with a total of ten judges, all of whom are well-known independent designers in China.

In order to bring the studio back to life, Lei Yuling spared no expense to buy a judge's seat, without Song, the studio was in an impasse, and wanted to get rid of the current predicament, she could only support newcomers and tap cutting-edge designers, which was also the purpose of her becoming a judge of this designer competition.

The names of the judges of this costume competition are louder and louder, and Lei Yuling stands in the middle of this group of people, and there is a feeling of indiscriminate filling.

Whenever she meets the eyes of others, she is always very empty-hearted.

At the press conference, Song only saw Lei Yuling again, she was surprised, Lei Yuling was standing among the judges, what level she is, Song only needs to know better than anyone else.

She gently bumped Wang Xintong with her elbow, lowered her voice, and asked in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "How did Lei Yuling become a judge?" ”

Wang Xintong whispered back: "I don't know, since I left the studio, I haven't seen her for a long time." ”

Song was only speechless and helpless.

She was very unhappy when she left Yuling's studio, and even, when she joined Yue later, there were conflicts and frictions between her and Lei Yuling.

The current Song is only the first party of Lei Yuling's studio, these are in front of Lei Yuling, but I don't know whether this competition is good or bad for Song Yuling.

"It seems that this time, I am going to be more auspicious."

Wang Xintong glanced at Song Zhizhi, a sly smile flashed at the corner of her mouth, but the words she said were comforting her: "Don't worry, no, your design is so good, how can it be eliminated, even if Lei Yuling is a judge, she can't influence the thoughts of other judges." ”

She looked at the other judges, "Look, the other judges are very fair." ”

Song only nodded, thinking that it was also the case.

After a while, the press conference of the Young Fashion Designer Contest ended, and the competition entered the first round of elimination.

The first round of the competition is very simple, within half an hour, sew a dress with the materials on the table in front of each participating designer, and then, by the judges and teachers on the spot, the last ten designers are eliminated.

In front of each designer there was a table covered with a black cloth, and when Song only lifted the cloth, he was suddenly stunned......

What's going on?

What about the good materials?

Why was there only a pile of rags, a ball of thread, a needle, and a pair of scissors on the table in front of her?

She raised her eyes to look at Wang Xintong on the side, she was not much better.

On the table in front of Wang Xintong, although there was a complete piece of fabric and a box of pins, but in addition, there was not even a pair of scissors, not a single stitch or thread.

The two of them looked at each other, both of them looking confused.

Looking at the others, although the fabric is not good, it is not even without tools, and even the judges who have passed through Song Zhizhi and Wang Xintong can't help frowning slightly.

Rag ......

Five minutes into the game, Song still didn't move, his eyes staring straight at the rags on the table.

The fabrics were about the size of the palm of his hand, and if Song only wanted to make ready-to-wear clothes, he would have to put them together.

The first thought that came to her mind was a patchwork of baina.

Baina patchwork is to splice the cloth piece by piece according to the pattern, made into practical or artistic cloth works, patchwork is definitely a test of patience of the meticulous manual work, generally relatively simple need a few hours to complete, if the pattern is complex, even a few days, months, some mural works need several years to complete the production.

If she had time, Song would only be able to make a piece of patchwork, but the competition was only half an hour, and she had already wasted five minutes in the idea of it.

Song only had no more time, she picked up the tailor's scissors, first saw the irregular rags cut into the desired shape according to the idea in her heart, and then she sewed a piece of fabric according to the color and pattern.

This kind of Baina patchwork with national characteristics is most suitable for making national style clothing works.

Song only looked at the actual time on his watch, and there were only fifteen minutes left.

She glanced at Wang Xintong on the side, and saw that she was also halfway through, she made a slanted shoulder close-up top, although she didn't have a needle and thread, but it could be fixed by a pin, Wang Xintong was very smart, and the production speed was also extremely fast.

Looking at the others, the contestants with a complete set of tailoring tools, it's almost the end.

Song only took a deep breath, and the only thing she could make in fifteen minutes was the short placket in the Hanfu, and she didn't have time to think about it, so she used both hands together and quickly operated.