As soon as Bai Qingluo came home, she was busy in the study, and the design drafts that she had revised repeatedly were scattered on the floor.
The floor is covered with A4-sized papers.
She grabbed her hair frantically and sighed.
Why can’t I design something I’m satisfied with?
When Luo Yanchen came in, he saw Bai Qingluo looking like this. He picked up the things on the ground for her and gently put them back on the table.
Bai Qingluo also heard the footsteps and looked back at him.
"Why are you here?"
"Is there something wrong? If you can't continue painting, just stop painting for now."
Compared with work, Luo Yanchen hoped that Bai Qingluo would have less worries.
Bai Qingluo held her head with one hand and sighed again, "I agreed to design a graduation dress for Jingjing, but after drawing dozens of versions, I still can't find the right feel."
"Jingjing is going to wear it to the prom. The clothes can't be too Chinese, otherwise she will look out of place."
"But if you want to keep enough elements of Hanfu while integrating modern elements, it will suddenly become nondescript. It is not the Hanfu in my mind at all."
Bai Qingluo is a little depressed.
This is rare in Bai Qingluo.
Luo Yanchen casually picked up the failed manuscript on the table and read it.
The styles of these manuscripts are all different, but they all show the breadth of the author's thinking.
In his opinion, these are much better than the nondescript items in Nishang.
"There should be more than one type of Hanfu that can add modern elements."
Bai Qingluo nodded, "This is also one of my headaches. I don't know what Jingjing likes more. If the style I choose is not what she likes, it will be in vain."
There are a lot of problems, and none of them can be solved.
"You might as well ask Jingjing what she thinks. She wants to wear Hanfu to attend the graduation ceremony. Maybe she has a preferred style."
"Based on the styles she chooses, you can see if you have any inspiration."
Bai Qingluo sat up straight and looked at Luo Yanchen with a smile.
"Why didn't I think of such a good idea?"
First determine the basic style, and then add the concept you want to express on this basis.
It would be much faster this way than it would be for her to be here alone and look sad.
Bai Qingluo stood up and placed a kiss on Luo Yanchen's face.
"Without you, I might have to sit here all night."
"What's the point? Brainstorm ideas to help you design better works. This is what I should do as a husband." Luo Yanchen smiled, but his hands reached into her clothes.
As soon as she got a little deeper, Bai Qingluo slapped her arm off.
She straightened her clothes and said, "Be more serious. I'm going to call Jingjing. It's better to choose a different day. I'll ask her now if she has any favorite styles of Hanfu."
Abandoned Luo Yanchen and ignored the longing look on his face.
The phone kept ringing, but the other party didn't answer.
"You're not asleep, are you?"
Bai Qingluo doubted herself and took a special look at the time.
It's only ten o'clock in the evening, so young people shouldn't go to bed that early.
She patiently called again, this time with an extra prompt.
"The user you dialed is currently on a call, please call again later."
Bai Qingluo frowned slightly, "Who could Jingjing be calling at this late hour?"
"Maybe he's a friend from school. After all, there's a time difference between here and there, so it's not weird to call at this time."
Bai Qingluo tilted her head: "What is... jet lag?"
Luo Yanchen also frowned and hit Bai Qingluo on the forehead.
"The time difference means that the time in two places is different. The earth rotates eastward, and the time to see the sun is different in each place. We are in the middle of the night now, and it should be daytime at her friend's place."
This was the first time Bai Qingluo heard such a magical thing.
She thought for a while, "What if we launch a sneak attack in the evening and walk to the enemy's camp and it might suddenly turn into daylight?"
Luo Yanchen:?
"That is naturally impossible. The situation I mentioned is only possible because the two places are far apart."
"Is that so? I thought it was like a light, it would light up or go out as soon as I pressed it."
Bai Qingluo picked up her phone and called Luo Yanjing.
As always, no one answered the phone.
Still the same prompt as before.
Bai Qingluo didn't know what was going on, but Luo Yanchen already understood.
This is the gentle tone the phone gives after the call is hung up.
In fact, the call was hung up.
"I'll try again later."
Bai Qingluo knew nothing about this.
Luo Yanchen took out his mobile phone and called Luo Yanjing.
Bai Qingluo was still confused, "Isn't it possible that Jingjing is on the phone with a friend? Shouldn't you be the same as me when you call her now..."
Before she even finished speaking, the phone call was answered.
Luo Yan's quiet voice came, shattering her words into pieces.
Bai Qingluo suppressed all her unhappiness first and replied with a smile: "It's me Jingjing. My sister-in-law has some questions to ask you. You prefer Hanfu..."
"Dududu——"
The phone was hung up again.
If she didn't know that she was being rejected before, now she knows that she was hung up on.
Luo Yanjing's emotions were almost written directly on her face.
Bai Qingluo laughed, "It seems that this emotion is directed at me. Is it because she can't get through on my phone because she doesn't want to answer?"
Luo Yanchen hesitated for a moment and nodded slowly.
"I don't know what happened to Jingjing, but she is still young and her temper will probably pass quickly. I'll find a chance to ask next time."
"Need not."
Bai Qingluo had a guess in her mind.
I just haven't had a chance to know for sure.
She waved her hand, "I'm going to take a shower first. Let's talk about the Hanfu design next time."
After saying that, he left the study.
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The old house of the Luo family.
After Luo Yanjing hung up the phone, she impatiently threw her phone to the other side of the sofa.
Luo Yanyu was reading a book and was disturbed by this big noise.
Just as he was about to ask, he noticed something wrong between Luo Yanjing's eyebrows.
"Which god made our fourth sister angry?"
Luo Yanyu grinned, and his curious eyes were stared back at Luo Yanjing.
Luo Yanjing glared: "What does it have to do with you? Read your book and stop asking about other people's affairs."
"So fierce? Tell me, who is it?"
Luo Yanyu didn't give up, touched his nose and asked immediately.
"She is the good sister-in-law whom you protect with all your heart!"
"Don't you want to know? I'll tell you now, it was Bai Qingluo who provoked me. What? Are you going to help your fourth sister take care of your sister-in-law, or continue to protect your sister-in-law?"
Luo Yanjing couldn't help the strange yin and yang aura.
She succeeded in making Luo Yanyu frown deeply.
Luo Yanyu was silent for a while and then asked: "What did my sister-in-law do to make you so angry? There must be some misunderstanding between you two. My sister-in-law is not this kind of person."
She made it so clear, but Luo Yanyu actually helped Bai Qingluo speak?
What kind of ecstasy soup did Bai Qingluo pour into Xiaoyu?!