charming childish

Komatsu in charge of affairs, Dapeng in charge of graphic visual art, Qing Yun in charge of business and brand promotion, and Jia Er who is involved in everything, I feel that this small team finally has a sense of completeness.

Zhou Mingfei is used to drinking while working. When Jiaer sees him, he always has a glass of wine in his hand. During the day, it is usually whiskey and brandy, and at night, sometimes it is absinthe. The drawing slides quickly, and Jiaer is a little worried. Zhou Ming often draws in the studio until late at night, but drinks until dawn. The huge workbench is full of design drawings, complete, fragmented, and partial... He has thought about many concepts, some of which have already been drafted, and will be completely overthrown by himself.

Jiaer waited for him very late every time. In short, how long Zhou Mingfei stayed, how long Jiaer stayed, and those design drawings that Zhou Mingfei discarded were also picked up by Jiaer, smoothed one by one, and put in folders. In his view, all Zhou Mingfei's designs are good. How can a person's creative inspiration be so rich? Those design works that are unconstrained but have traces, he He carefully pondered where the inspiration would come from, why he wanted to cut from this angle, from the whole to the details, and then return to the whole. He found that this process of speculation and analysis was very interesting, as if through these clothes, he was seeing through a person’s personality. Heart.

Besides that person's heart, he won't get tired of it for a long time.

It's just that he didn't let Zhou Mingfei know about it, he didn't disturb Zhou Mingfei's immersion, and he himself had his own input.

Often in the middle of the night without knowing it, the two of them turned off the lights in the studio, the streets were empty, and the gradually soft and warm spring breeze was blowing under the dim street lights. Jiaer liked the slow walk home with Zhou Mingfei, Less than 3 kilometers away, chatting while walking, and stopping to have a bowl of wonton stalls that have not been confiscated on the roadside.

Shanghai's small wontons are soft and white, like clouds, with extremely thin skin and very little meat. The translucent one is mixed with fresh hot juice. It can only be described as drinking, because teeth and chewing are hardly used. With the fresh river prawns in early spring, the mouth is full of the freshness of the spring water on the river bank.

This day, being in the clouds and down to earth, Jiaer liked it very much. He sipped a mouthful of wonton and asked Zhou Mingfei vaguely, "Do you like it?"

"I like it, wontons are delicious." Zhou Mingfei replied without thinking.

Jiaer laughed in his heart and thought, you fool, who asked you what to eat.

On the surface, he didn't say anything, just squinted his eyes with a smile, picked up the finished wonton bowl, and gulped down the soup.

This time there are only 9 pieces of clothing for the exhibition. Zhou Mingfei likes the number 9. The maximum value in an odd number is less than 10. It is not perfect. He said that perfect things are too boring, and 1 point is reserved for shortcomings, and 1 point for the invisible Only then will people never forget.

The exhibition is scheduled to be held in May, and there are still two months of preparation period. Time is already tight, Zhou Mingfei is getting more and more quiet, drinking more and more wine, and his whole body is as thin as a pine tree on the wall. Taking more care of his daily life and diet, he himself lost a lot of weight.

Finally, Zhou Mingfei finalized most of the design drafts. This time, the 9 models are all three-dimensional tailoring, and Zhou Mingfei needs to do it himself, using scissors and needlework on the model. Jia Er saw the drawings, and Zhou Mingfei's hand-painted The lines of the draft are like wild grass, not only the clothing, but also the temperament that the model needs to convey. He feels that this person seems to have endless treasures to dig.

Zhou Mingfei stared at the manuscript carefully, with a dissatisfied expression on his face. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and rummaged through a pile of discarded and messy manuscripts on the table. Jiaer asked, "What are you looking for?"

"I drew a few drafts before, and I was not satisfied at the time, but I can try to combine them with the current design drawings. I don't know where to throw them..."

Jiaer was overjoyed, and blurted out, "It's all here, I'll give it to you!"

Jiaer happily ran over with a large stack of folders in his arms, and suddenly remembered something. When he handed it to Zhou Mingfei, his face was embarrassed, but Zhou Mingfei didn't notice it at all. Opening all the folders, they are all his hand-drawn manuscripts. Every piece he drew and every piece he discarded is left here. He took a breath, stood still and looked at Jiaer, Jiaer Er looked at that look, feeling uneasy in his heart.

As a result, Zhou Mingfei stepped over and kissed Jiaer hard on the face, unable to hide his excitement, "You are really...so kind...thank you!"

Jiaer was at a loss, but his heart was full of sweetness. Zhou Mingfei flipped through the design drawings he wanted, and found that almost every drawing was marked by Jiaer, writing the expressive intention of this design, the way of tailoring, and the selection of fabrics. ... Some of them had question marks on them, expressing his doubts and guesses... Zhou Mingfei was a little shocked. This boy was more serious than he expected.

He looked at Jiaer again with complicated eyes, including appreciation, joy, and an imperceptible worry, and he said, "I will tell you carefully why I designed these 9 models when I have time. "

Jiaer's embarrassment of being found out about his private hard work finally faded away, he looked at Zhou Mingfei with a smile in his eyes, and nodded vigorously.

daffodil boy

In less than two months, 9 styles of clothing need to be handmade one by one, promotional posters need to be shot, a series of graphic visuals need to be done, and exhibition design needs to be done. Everyone in the team is so busy that their feet don't touch the ground, but they are full of confidence. With Zhou Mingfei, there is peace of mind.

Finally started three-dimensional tailoring. Zhou Mingfei used the batch of fabrics brought back from France, including printing and dyeing fabrics, and carefully selected three three-dimensional fabrics, holding them like treasures in his hands.

As a matter of course, he let Jiaer be the tailoring model. Jiaer took off her clothes and stood in front of Zhou Mingfei almost naked. With soft muscle lines, slender bones and limbs, and a thin waist, Zhou Mingfei held the clothes on him. Slip on the body, fix it with pins from time to time, then cut it open with scissors, sew it up briefly, adjust it, and then ask the design assistant Xiaosong to sew it carefully...

Zhou Mingfei's warm fingers walked around Jiaer's body, touching the skin through the greasy cloth. Jiaer seemed to be healed in this gentleness, and would take advantage of the gap between Xiaosong's bowed head and stitches to move gently and quickly. Kissing the other party's soft lips secretly, Zhou Mingfei looked at him with eyes like looking at a naughty boy, and his lips signaled, "Don't make trouble", Jiaer lowered his head and snickered.

The first design, Zhou Mingfei explained, "This one is called 'ECHO', which means echo."

"Why is it called an echo?"

"It is a female character, rejected by her lover, heartbroken, and the voice of sadness always echoes in the valley."

"Who turned him down?"

"A teenager."

Zhou Mingfei's words were concise and he said a few words, but Jia Er had more guesses.

In the following time, Zhou Mingfei cut clothes one after another, telling Jiaer that the names of this batch of works are Green Moss, Forest, Nemesis, Mirror Lake... The most important one is called Nakasuo s.

Carl was surprised, "Daffodil?"

"Yes, this exhibition is called Narcissus." Zhou Mingfei said casually.

Jiaer suddenly woke up as if from a dream. He knew what Narcissus was. Narcissus, the most beautiful young man in Greek mythology, broke the hearts of countless goddesses and fell in love with his own reflection in the water. He couldn't help himself and died of intoxication. into daffodils.

Later, people called those beautiful and fragile teenagers daffodils, and the love that could not be loved was called the love of daffodils.Jia Er's voice sounded so calm, he asked Zhou Mingfei, "Your room, that huge oil painting, is it also daffodils?"

Zhou Mingfei's hand that was threading needles on Jiaer's body froze for an instant, but he didn't look up, and continued after a short distraction, saying briefly, "Yes."

Jiaer felt that there was an answer ready to come out, but he seemed to be suppressed by more questions.

He grabbed Zhou Mingfei's hand to prevent him from continuing, and he asked strongly, "Who is Narcissus?" Jiaer seemed to have made up his mind, "Is it me, or you?"

Zhou Mingfei looked back at him closely, the tenderness in his eyes quickly faded, and became extremely fierce again, just like Jiaer's appearance when he first saw him, he withdrew his hand, and only said three words coldly, "It's not important."

Zhou Mingfei watched the fire in Jiaer's eyes gradually go out, watched him tear off the unfinished clothing work on his body, watched him put on his clothes indiscriminately, went downstairs without looking back, and went out.

It was raining heavily outside the window, and the spring was cold in March. When Jiaer went out, he found that he had forgotten to put on his coat. After a little thought, he rushed into the rain.

He doesn't know what he wants to ask, what answer he wants to know, and even what kind of so-called "recognition" he wants to get. He remembers Zhou Mingfei's "don't confess". If he is smart, he should match it with "don't ask". But, he couldn't do it, his heart was like a white paper, Zhou Mingfei dyed him a little bit of blush, and his heart bloomed like a peach blossom, he couldn't just bloom in full bloom regardless of the flowering period, he was greedy for this spring, and wanted to last forever.

Jiaer's mind was full of the huge "narcissus" in Zhou Mingfei's bedroom. At first, he only saw madness, but every time he saw that painting, there was an indescribable strangeness. At this moment, he understood that it made him The uncomfortable strangeness is called "passion|desire". He saw in that painting an extremely crazy passion|desire engraved in the bone marrow.

During a night of despair, Zhou Mingfei didn't contact him again. He suffered from insomnia for a whole night, and a voice in his heart said, do happy things with lovers, don't care about the future.Another voice said, no, there has always been only love and not love, regardless of the result, just love