After retiring from the engagement, God of War was criticized crazily for him to be soft and hard Chapter 068 There are many ideas here that they can't learn
Chapter 068 There are many ideas here that they can't learn
Liu and Chu Qingyue were both stunned. They raised the curtains of the car and looked back, and saw Hong Luan standing on the high platform.
She wore a red pleated skirt and a thin veil of the same color. Her shoulders looked like they were shaved, and her waist was as plain as usual.
Although he is committed to the entertainment scene, there is no trace of vulgarity in him. He stands gracefully in the center of the stage, with an orchid temperament that is clear and refreshing, yet so intense that it is difficult to take his eyes away.
Of course, the most noteworthy thing is her makeup today.
She already has a lotus face, so she doesn't need to cover up any non-existent flaws, so her makeup focuses on highlighting her strengths - her eyes and nose.
I saw a pearl the size of a soybean decorated under each of her clear eyes, like a beauty's tears. As I looked around, I felt pity for them.
A small mole was dotted on the tip of her nose with a charcoal pencil of the same color as her eyebrows. Paired with the red dress, she looked charming.
Chu Qingyue stared intently and murmured: "Nishangfang really invited Hongluan."
Liu's face was gloomy and silent.
Listening to the tsunami of cheers from the stage, the two of them didn't leave in a hurry. They simply got off the carriage and sat down on the second floor of their shop to see what tricks the neon clothing shop could play.
As they took their seats, the red luan danced gracefully.
At the beginning of the performance, Jinghong Dance was famous for its strength and softness. After years of accumulation, Hong Luan added new movements, making these two completely opposite characteristics perfectly integrated, attracting bursts of cheers from the audience.
The music is fast, the Hongluan water sleeves are swaying, and the rings around the waist jingle, actually matching the rhythm.
The music is slow, the red luan and the willow trees are flapping in the wind, the eyebrows are lowered in sadness and the eyebrows are raised in laughter, and the ups and downs of the story are all in silence.
At the end of the song, Hong Luan looked like a mandarin duck with folded wings, sitting alone among the agates, weeping and complaining, but her back was straight, like an eagle spreading its wings, unyielding.
After a long time, the remnants of the music faded away, and Hong Luan stood up to take a call, leaving the stage amidst thunderous applause.
All the way to the backyard of Nishangfang, she gasped and laughed: "I haven't been so happy for a long time."
Chu Qingwan, who was dressed in men's clothing, gave her a thumbs up: "Although I have seen Jinghongwu many times in Taoranju, today, Miss Hongluan still opened my eyes."
Hong Luan was a little shy after being praised: "Young lady is so complimentary."
Chu Qingwan smiled.
At this time, Yanran walked over quickly and whispered: "Miss, Mrs. Chu and Miss Chu are on the second floor opposite, looking at our shop with the window open."
During the publicity, she guessed that Chu Qingyue would be restless and thought she would send someone to investigate, but she didn't expect that she would drag Mrs. Liu with her.
Yanran was anxious: "Miss, today this, this..."
Chu Qingwan reminded her: "Big show."
"Yes!" Yan Ran reacted, "We have put so much thought into this big show. If they learn from it and follow it up another day, wouldn't it be in vain?"
Chu Qingwan was not worried at all: "So what if I go to school? Is the Chu government willing to spend so much money on the girls in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion? If you can't hire a more influential model than me, it will only be counterproductive."
"Besides," she pointed to her head, "there are a lot of creative ideas here that they can't learn."
His tone was full of confidence, the smile on his lips was shallow, and his whole person was extremely public.
Yanran was comforted and immediately filled with fighting spirit. She picked up some makeup items and ran towards the inner room.
There are two rows of shelves in the room, with a dazzling array of clothes. The large space is divided into small compartments with screens. More than a dozen girls are changing clothes inside, or people from Chu Qingwan are cleaning up their makeup. It looks messy, but in fact it is orderly.
Chu Qingwan came in after welcoming Hong Luan, raised her hand and patted her, and said loudly: "Qing Huan, it's your turn."