Chapter 139: The noble son who came in time

A week later, the 12 contestants gathered at the competition venue, and before the results were announced, the 12 entries were presented by the models themselves, and all the works were announced on the spot.

It's clear who is superior and who is inferior.

The final decision made by the judges is in no way biased and absolutely fair.

Most of the contestants have different styles, each with its own spring and autumn, but it is not completely the same, especially the quality and style of the fabric used by all the contestants in this competition are the same.

The colors are also white to cater to the theme.

Increased likeness probability.

The works are displayed one by one, and while the contestants are watching their own works, they also carefully observe the finished products of others, and there are three pieces that are particularly eye-catching.

At a glance, it is so beautiful that people can't wait to put it in their hands.

One of them is the work of No. 11 Tang Qingyu, a snow-white men's robe imitating the Republic of China period.

The lights in the venue were dim, a warm beam of light shone on the catwalk, and the tall male model wore a snow-white robe with bamboo dark patterns based on Suzhou embroidery, like an ancient nobleman.

Holding an ivory folding fan, the posture is leisurely and elegant, and the pupils are warm.

Walking in a painting, full of poetry.

Tang Qingyu's eyes in the audience were in a trance, and the face of the man on the stage changed from blurry to clear, and changed to another completely different face.

It's Qin Mo.

The slender figure approached her with an affectionate smile.

His back was straight, his black hair was down, his robe was snow-white and spotless, and the bamboo leaves between his steps were like a walk in the woods.

A pair of eyes fell on her through the crowd and softly.

The surrounding scene gradually disappeared, and only the two of them were left in each other's eyes, and time seemed to travel through the past and the present, and they were lovers who stayed together in ancient times.

He was dressed in a bamboo snow robe and stood tall.

She was dressed in a pink dress and wore a hosta.

He played the flute, she stroked the qin and looked at it, and in the courtyard full of ancient charm, a pair of beautiful people were harmonized, Luan Feng and Ming.

……

The applause lasted like a wave.

disturbed Tang Qingyu's mind, just now she seemed to be possessed by something, and a vague and beautiful picture appeared in her mind, and the man in the painting was wearing the clothes she designed.

And the woman is wearing the women's clothes that she specially designed in this competition, and she just made it in a hurry yesterday!

I think about it day and night and dream about it, so I fantasize about that picture?

Is that so?

Tang Zhiyuan slapped her and saw that she was in a trance, and stopped applauding worriedly: "Qingyu, what's wrong with you?" ”

Tang Qingyu shook his head, and by the way, Yao Yao took away the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

I must have been so tired lately that I'm hallucinating!

"I'm fine, look ahead, the rankings are going to be announced." ”

Tang Zhiyuan's heart tightened suddenly, staring intently at the host on the stage, listening attentively to every word he said.

I'm afraid that one won't miss anything.

This time, the host did not deliberately go around the atmosphere in the venue, and read the name from the first place in accordance with the regulations.

"In this 12-in-6 competition system, the first place winner is...... The first place was won by Miss Tang Qingyu Tang from the North District, her work was unanimously recognized by the judges, and the first place was well deserved! Let's congratulate Miss Tang! ”

The applause was everywhere, and it was the loudest shot by Tang Zhiyuan.

Tang Qingyu, who was closest to him, hurt him, and kept patting hard, she smiled around, pulled down his hand and whispered: "Okay, don't shoot, don't your hand hurt?" ”