Jia Liang blew the dust on the wall, took out a silver armor from a pile of clothes, and shook it in his hand: "The armor is still there." ”

Zhu Xiaohua looked at this armor, the scales on the armor were one by one, and the layers were clear. Through the light from the doorway, the reflected light was a little dazzling.

"What an armor!"

Jia Ting admired.

Jia Liang smiled again: "The armor is also made of tin foil, and the armor piece by piece is also drawn. ”

He asked Zhu Xiaohua and Jia Ting to reach out and touch it.

When Zhu Xiaohua touched the scales of the armor, he only felt smooth and smooth, not like there were layers.

He lifted the armor again and checked it, and the weight was extremely light.

Looking at the inside of the armor again, it was clearly just a black robe.

Jia Liang said: "This armor was made by the masters of the Quyi Troupe on a robe with tin foil. These layers of armor are just an illusion. However, it should be more than enough to wear him for photos. ”

After speaking, Jia Liang unbuttoned the long rope button on the side of the armor and put his clothes on.

The clothes were a little longer and hung down to cover his feet, and he walked forward, nearly tripping himself.

He lifted his waist up, revealing a pair of sandals on the soles of his feet.

In this way, the clothes fit better, and there is no obstacle to walking, but a pair of sandals on the soles of the feet looks a little out of place.

Zhu Xiaohua glanced around the room again, and suddenly found a white robe.

To be precise, it should be a long white dress with gold stripes. A few gold trims run from the neckline to the cuffs. The whole dress looks white and gorgeous.

Zhu Xiaohua removed his clothes from the wall.

The collar was soiled in a few places, and there were a few small holes under the sleeves with raw edges.

He pulled off his sleeves, raised the clothes to his chest, and asked, "Is this dress a bit similar to Bai Suzhen's clothes in "Thief of Fairy Grass"?" ”

Jia Liang and Jia Ting were about to ridicule Zhu Xiaohua's interest in women's clothes, but when they suddenly heard him say this, they all turned around and looked at it carefully.

Jia Liang hugged his chest with his right hand, supported his chin with his left hand, and said, "If you look closely, it's really a bit similar." ”

Jia Ting also nodded in agreement.

"Thief of Fairy Grass" is a very famous drama, and many quyi troupes will rehearse this show. They didn't expect that the Los Angeles Quyi Troupe had also rehearsed this show.

Zhu Xiaohua snapped his fingers: "That's it." Now the clothes for the photo shoot are available. ”

Zhu Xiaohua plans to buy this costume.

Since then, there are costumes for art shoots.

Zhu Xiaohua pointed to the armor and clothes on Jia Liang's body again: "Take this one with you too." ”

Jia nodded: "After I go back, I will take a photo in this armor and compare it with Gao Shijie's escaped general." ”

Zhu Xiaohua folded the dress, and Jia Liang simply went out in armor.

The three of them returned to the stage.

The surroundings were deserted and there were no people, and the huge stage seemed very empty.

"Is there anyone, is the staff there?"

Zhu Xiaohua asked as he walked forward.

Under the stage, a person flashed out of the door of the small house on the side. A wizened old man.

"Stop shouting, here's here."

The old man stood there at some point, and all three of them were startled.

Zhu Xiaohua raised the costume in his hand and said, "Is this costume for sale, I want to buy two costumes." ”

The wizened old man stretched out a large, bony hand and said, "I can't be the master, so go and find someone in charge here." I'm just the one they came to cook and clean. ”

Zhu Xiaohua and the three of them went down the side steps of the stage to the courtyard.

The thin old man pointed to the outside of the courtyard: "His house is in the second room on the right, and the red paper God of Wealth is pasted on the door." ”

Zhu Xiaohua and the three of them thanked each other and went out.

Soon came to the second house. This family's house is a one-story tiled house, an old-fashioned house with two pillars, and the door is pasted with fangs and claws, one of which is the red paper God of Wealth.

The door was hidden, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

Zhu Xiaohua stepped forward and knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"Is anyone there?"

He asked, and no one in there responded.

Zhu Xiaohua pushed the door and looked inside, but there was no one at home.

Zhu Xiaohua had no choice but to wait at the door.

About ten minutes later, a little boy of five or six years old walked down the street. He looked at Zhu Xiaohua and the others and asked, "Are you looking for Uncle Lu, he just went out." ”

Zhu Xiaohua asked, "When will he come back?" ”

The little boy shook his head: "I don't know either. ”

The three of them waited under the eaves of the door for another seven or eight minutes, but they never saw anyone in the family, so they had to go to the stage compound again.

When the three of them entered the hospital, the wizened old man was gone.

Zhu Xiaohua looked in the side gatehouse, there was a bed by the door, and the old man's things were still thrown on the bed, but no one was there.

Jia Liang said: "What a strange group of people. They don't want these props and costumes. ”

Jia Ting also urged: "They don't want it, let's just take it." ”

Zhu Xiaohua shook his head and pointed to a small sign in the concierge. The sign reads: "All props are only rented and not sold, and visitors are self-respecting." ”

Zhu Xiaohua took out a desk calendar from the old man's desk, tore off one of the pages, found a pencil, and wrote a sentence on the back of the desk calendar: Two costumes, rent them for a few days, and return the originals.

He placed the page in the center of the table and pulled out two more dollars and pressed them against the paper. Finally, bring an enamel cup and cover it.

After doing all this, Zhu Xiaohua waited for a few more minutes, but the old man still did not come back.

Jia Liang said: "There is no one else here, and the old man can see the money on the table when he comes back." There will be no mistake, let's go. ”

Zhu Xiaohua nodded, and the three of them left the compound and rode away on a motorcycle.

Back at the Seagull Photo Studio, there were already quite a few people gathered in the photo studio.

The day before, the woman with her daughter was standing in front of the window looking at a picture behind the glass.

She looked at the photo of "Thief of Fairy Grass", and her eyes were full of envy and longing.

Zhu Xiaohua parked into the house and was immediately surrounded.

"Can you take art photos today?"

"We've been waiting for days."

The beauty-loving girls and women chattered.

Zhu Xiaohua raised the costume in his hand and replied, "I just got the clothes, and I can shoot it today." ”

Zhu Xiaohua asked them to wait for a while, and he went to set up the background board. Jia Liang and Jia Ting also ran to help.

After a while, the background of the photo shoot was set up, and the background was a landscape painting depicting a waterfall.

The person who Zhu Xiaohua wanted to take pictures put on a costume and stood in front of the background board.

The girl carefully put on her white dress and stood up.

Zhu Xiaohua took out the red oil-paper umbrella prepared in advance and handed it to her, then stood next to the camera five meters away and took a picture of her.

Adjust the focal length, adjust the exposure, and finally with a "click", a clear artistic photo is taken.