Crosstalk: There is no size on the stage, and a new grave is set up under the stage Chapter 185 At such an age, it is impossible for Mr. Guo and Mr. Yu to wear pink, right?
Chapter 185 At such an age, it is impossible for Mr. Guo and Mr. Yu to wear pink, right?
"Uncle, her name is Song Yi, Yi of Anecdotes.
We met at the theater. She is also an actor and currently works at the Yanjing People's Theater. She gave me tickets to go to the theater before."
The uncle is here.
Qi Yuncheng naturally had to introduce him first.
After the introduction, Song Yi immediately nodded slightly and said respectfully, "Hello, Teacher Yu!
But I just graduated and am just a student."
"That's not easy either. It's very difficult to get in there."
Yu Qian stood opposite them and said something subconsciously. At the same time, after seeing this girl, his heart was already filled with joy.
Because he and Lao Guo knew that the child had gone out to meet, but they didn't know who he was or what he looked like.
Of course, they don't necessarily care about appearance.
I was just curious about who that girl was, and now I have a look.
These two words instantly occupied his mind.
Even though the word "yes" is just a general comment, Yu Qian's inner "yes" is the "yes" between male and female friends.
Because when this pair stands together, they look like they match each other.
Needless to say, Yuncheng's appearance is universally recognized, and this girl is indeed beautiful.
His words and deeds are even more poetic and reasonable.
Even if you just meet them, you can tell how old they are at a glance.
So I felt happy for a while.
At the same time, he also used the energy of happiness to ask, "Are we together?"
Yu Qian didn't know the progress of the two people, so he simply asked, which caught Qi Yuncheng off guard, including Song Yi.
"Uncle! It's not what you think. I just came here to get a few similar coats.
Xiao Meng's coat was burned, and Song Yi wanted to come over and have a look.
I didn't expect to meet you, but what are you doing here?"
"Hey!" Yu Qian waved his hand, "Isn't this the cross talk drama we talked about before? The script must take a long time.
But I can probably tell the age.
So I came over to ask about costumes.
There are quite a few, worn by hundreds of people, and there are also ones from various eras that need to be changed, so prepare them first to avoid being blinded later.”
"That's it! How can I help? I'll help you!"
Given this sentence, Yu Qian felt that his child could not see the situation clearly and would not accompany his daughter to help himself?
It seems that I can't stay here anymore, and I'm not in a hurry today anyway.
"It's okay. I'm almost done. I'll leave soon. You can take your daughter to see her for a while."
"Then shall I see it off for you?"
"Leave it alone."
Qi Yuncheng must respect and care about the uncle and master, so naturally these words came out.
But Yu Qian really had the idea that the child was hopeless.
After saying four words, he walked out of the door without looking back.
After the uncle left, the store clerk who had been waiting for him rushed over. She must have known Qi Yuncheng, so she said, "Hello, how can I help?"
"I take two coats, the ones usually prepared in theaters, and then I make one myself."
"Well, please come over here."
Talking.
Qi Yuncheng and Song Yi followed the waiter there together.
The quality of the theater preparations was definitely not as good as custom-made ones, but it was enough for emergencies, so after the prepared coats were confirmed, Qi Yuncheng went to talk about the fabrics and measured his body data.
It’s been a while since I’ve done it, so I need to remember it again.
As for the color, I chose a gray one, which is a little more stain-resistant.
For example, if Xiao Meng's blue coat is burned, it will be easily visible.
But after the data measurement on this side was finished, Qi Yuncheng came out of the room and saw Song Yi standing on the left side of the hall, staring at a female white plastic model.
Of course I'm not looking at models.
But the dress above is exactly a round-breasted blue and white cheongsam!
This cheongsam is full of antique blue and white porcelain patterns, and the white base fabric is also printed with cyan patterns outlined with a pen, which is quite poetic.
A proper national flavor.
Seeing it, Song Yi felt like he was in the right place and kept looking at it.
Everyone has a love for beauty, and she is no exception. She especially likes these cheongsams.
Because she always feels that they are the best expression of taste in women's clothes.
However, after noticing Qi Yuncheng coming out, his eyes narrowed a bit, and then the corners of his mouth raised with a smile, "How is it? Are you done with your work?"
"Um."
"Well, why don't you come with me to see me next? Are you free?"
"Of course."
Although Qi Yuncheng's focus in this life has been entirely on folk art and he has not been in contact with many girls of the same age, Song Yi's smile is still there.
That really couldn't let him refuse.
So we went up to the second floor together. After all, there were not many products on the first floor.
But when leaving, Qi Yuncheng subconsciously took another look at the blue and white porcelain cheongsam that Song Yi had seen just now.
In his previous life, he had actually seen Song Yi wearing a cheongsam. If he had to describe it, it would be a taste of unparalleled beauty and an alluring appearance!
The meaning of this poem is that in the past, I relied on my peerless beauty, and now I rely on my beauty to conquer the country.
Might be a bit exaggerated.
But this thing is just my subjective opinion. If you think it looks good, you definitely like it.
But now she is only in her early twenties, a little more green, and she doesn't know what it will look like wearing it.
It probably has a different flavor.
But as soon as the idea came up, Qi Yunzheng interrupted himself and went to the second floor.
But on the second floor, after Song Yi glanced around the entire floor, she did not go to the cheongsam she liked, but instead went to the men's display area with Deyun Huafu written on one side.
In this area, most of the hanging gowns, Tang suits, and costumes specific to opera are hung.
After a while, Song Yi reached out and touched a black coat. She remembered that Qi Yuncheng also wore this color.
And I always wanted to touch it, and found that it felt surprisingly comfortable and smooth, and at the same time a little cold.
But it was just a slight touch and then a question.
"Are there any specialties about the coats worn by Deyun actors? I have seen many actors with certain experience wearing dark coats.
Or what levels are there?
For example, what is the difference between students and formal actors?"
Speaking of this, although Qi Yuncheng noticed that there were some other guests on the second floor, he was interested and did not hide his voice at all.
"What's the difference?
You can wear whatever you like. As for colors, young actors may wear brighter colors, because that can attract the audience's attention.
Like Master and Uncle, they must be wearing dark colors. They are so old, they can't be wearing pink, right?"
"Ha ha!"
Speaking of this, Song Yi chuckled, because she suddenly pictured in her mind what Teacher Guo and Teacher Yu looked like wearing pink coats.
In an instant, it felt like their entire personality had collapsed.