Chapter 81: It’s Not Aesthetics That’s Distorted
“I’ve seen this younger sister before.”
When Qi Luo An reappeared on-site at the program recording, the photography team was a bit slow to react. Wasn’t this Yu Wei’s former partner? How come she came back?
They weren’t giving her an appearance fee this time!
Actually, Qi Luo An had been extremely busy lately, but the moment she saw Yu Wei’s message, she still couldn’t refuse…
Busy as she was, Yu Wei was an interesting person. At least when she spent time with him, she was basically happy. She could treat it as a vacation for herself.
Mainly, she was curious about what kind of girl could make Yu Wei write a song for her solo.
Qi Luo An came straight for Lin Yuting. She immediately took the other’s hand and seriously examined her fair and delicate face and those eyes.
She actually saw the other’s situation at a glance, but she didn’t avoid it and instead chose to casually strike up a conversation right away.
Rather than special treatment, she preferred to treat vulnerable groups as normal people—help when needed and interact as usual.
“You, hello.”
Lin Yuting was a bit embarrassed by her bold move, but the faint dimples on her cheeks seemed to prove that she didn’t mind this closeness.
She had heard this voice before.
She had listened to Yu Wei’s works several times. This should be the lead actress in the microfilm… Mom said the actress was very beautiful, but unfortunately she couldn’t see.
She could only smell the faint mint fragrance from Qi Luo An’s hair tips, mixed with the warm sunshine rising.
Do girls make friends this fast?
Yu Wei watched clearly from the side, but then he thought, guys can make friends quickly too—one cigarette and one chat, or just an “oi” and that’s it.
Maybe chemistry doesn’t distinguish by gender, only by person…
On the third day of program filming, Yu Wei planned to take Lin Yuting out for a stroll and help her get a proper outfit. Staying cooped up at home all the time wasn’t good for her physical and mental health.
He also wanted to use the program’s opportunity to draw attention to the travel issues faced by people with visual impairments.
Many big cities have barrier-free passages, but how they work in practice is just barely better than nothing—not even mentioning obstructions, many are designed unreasonably.
To “experience” a blind person’s life, Yu Wei and the others followed the so-called tactile pavements the whole way. But the path was amazingly erratic—starting and stopping abruptly, with gaps here and there.
They finally found a path, but it suddenly ended while walking. Worse, some ended right at a staircase or faced a wall. Wasn’t this just creating difficulties?
“No wonder I rarely see blind people when I’m out. Probably not many dare to go out…”
Qi Luo An’s complaints were always sharp. Looking at the tactile pavements painted with yellow paint on the cement ground, they were almost laughing in frustration.
Not even pretending anymore—who’s blind person can see your tactile pavement?
To be honest, many tactile pavements are just city decorations, formalism can’t save the spiritually blind.
Don’t even mention the bicycles, poles, and trash cans blocking the way. If Yu Wei were blind, he wouldn’t dare go out without someone accompanying him.
The blind spot of civilization is actually in people’s hearts, not on the roads.
He didn’t grandstand on the program either. Any improvement isn’t instantaneous. The program’s meaning was to help everyone understand a blind person’s life, not to criticize for the sake of criticizing.
The ten-minute walk to the mall took Lin Yuting over twenty minutes, and that was with them accompanying her. If she went out alone, she’d probably be like the poem—leaving home young and returning old…
“Control yourself when picking clothes later.”
Yu Wei eyed Qi Luo An’s light green seven-quarter sleeve and denim skirt, deeply questioning her quirky aesthetic. Her style worked like this, but others couldn’t pull it off.
Qi Luo An gave him a faint look and said nothing. She just liked dressing this way; it wasn’t that she really didn’t understand…
Can someone who doesn’t understand normal outfits understand mixing and matching?
Someone who avoids the correct answer knows the correct answer.
The mall wasn’t too crowded. Popularity king Yu Wei was wearing sunglasses and a hat, so their group didn’t cause much of a stir.
Qi Luo An held Lin Yuting’s hand and walked ahead, with the program team filming behind. Outsiders might think they were shooting a best friend photoshoot as a group.
“How about I act as a blind person too? You hold another hand on the left—how’s that?”
“Have you no shame?”
Qi Luo An thought she was just here to help, but how did they start treating her like a parent? Twenty years old, single, bringing two kids, both with eye problems…
Lin Yuting beside them pursed her lips in a furtive laugh, seeming to really enjoy hearing the two bicker. In her situation, it was hard to have many friends, so she was very happy today.
The mall also had tactile pavements, but the situation was much the same—either intermittent or blocked by signs and trash cans.
This had basically become a vicious loop: inconvenient so blind people don’t dare go out, blind people don’t go out so everyone blocks the paths recklessly, more blocking makes it more inconvenient.
The mall aunties mopped diligently, making the stainless steel tactile pavements slippery. Even Yu Wei, a normal person, didn’t dare walk much…
The design philosophy behind these tactile pavements wouldn’t be “really hard to kill,” would it?
Yu Wei’s gaze swept over the racks of dazzling evening gowns. Actually, most performance costumes were rented—stars and singers wore them once, no point buying them home.
But he wanted to pick one for Lin Yuting as a keepsake. For her, all clothes were the same. Rather than something visible, she needed an ideal she could touch.
“By the way, what style is your song?”
Qi Luo An, who was holding a dress up to Lin Yuting, turned back to look at him. “Better pick one that matches the stage style.”
Fair point. “Invisible Wings” focused on tenderness and hope, which obviously didn’t match high-class elegant styles.
After Yu Wei briefly introduced the song’s style, Qi Luo An quickly selected her targets: three white ones and one pink, all with a pure “wings” feel.
The rest was the long fitting phase. Yu Wei got bored waiting and just sat chatting with the photographer on the leisure chairs.
Five photographers, four unmarried, because the job was too busy—no time to date.
One guy said a girl had confessed to him before. He thought love had come, but turns out she just wanted to use his job perks for chasing stars…
Forgive Yu Wei for laughing impolitely after hearing that.
“Ding ding ding ding!”
At Qi Luo An’s signal, Lin Yuting cautiously stepped out of the fitting room. She slightly lowered her head, fingertips lightly lifting the skirt hem. The pure white satin gown seemed soaked in moonlight, glowing with soft matte light.
Her whole vibe felt different. This girl really knew how to pick clothes…
“No, feels like a little princess—not tough enough.”
Before Yu Wei could comment, Qi Luo An dragged Lin Yuting back in. Soon she came out in another—this time a pink tulle skirt. Cute, sure, but the impression wasn’t as good as the first.
Accompanying girls trying on clothes is like this—try after try, and the first one is always best.
But Qi Luo An quickly proved her strength with the third outfit, which was eye-catching. The warm white long skirt was gentle and light, but when she moved, the flowing cut brought a sense of strength, tapering into a refined curve at the waist.
“This one. I think it’s good.”
Yu Wei was still worried Qi Luo An would stubbornly swap it, but she immediately brought out the other three, clearly having decided long ago.
Questioning my aesthetic? An Hei speaks!
Seeing Qi Luo An’s somewhat domineering gaze, Yu Wei didn’t get it. She clearly understood outfits so well—why go out of her way to be rebellious and stand out?
Turns out it wasn’t the aesthetic that was quirky; it was her.
