The closer to the start of the fashion conference, the calmer Hua Jin's heart became. She packed the embroidered silk in a brocade box, locked it in a suitcase, and then got into the car to Mark's studio.
Mark originally designed this dress according to the dream style, and even named it "Dream". Later, after many revisions, it became what it is now. The silk in her hand was her and another embroiderer. It took a lot of effort to make it quickly, and there should be no accident.
Arriving downstairs in Mark's studio, Hua Jin handed over the lockbox to him in person: "Mr. Mark, open it and see if this robe meets your requirements."
Noticing the blue and black under Hua Jin's eyes, Mark paused when he opened the box: "Hua Embroiderer, haven't you had a good rest recently?"
"When embroidering with gold thread, you need to be very careful. Although there are seven or eight embroiderers in my studio, there are not many who are proficient in gold thread embroidery." , "Take a quick look, and I'll go back to rest after reading it."
"Thank you for your hard work." After thanking Mark, he opened the password box and took out the brocade box. In order to create a feeling like mist and wings, the material of the silk is very thin, and the desired pattern is embroidered on it without affecting it. The sense of lightness is not a simple matter for embroiderers.
What's more, there is not enough time. In order to complete this robe, Hua Jin has not slept well for a week, relying on strong tea and coffee to refresh herself.
The moment he opened the brocade box, Mark was stunned.
Seeing this robe, he finally understood what Ambilight was.
Mark's assistant was also startled. He looked at the shawl carefully and could hardly believe his eyes. Did the embroiderer embroider the sunlight
"This embroidery of this shawl may be the best time I've played in these years." Hua Jin stood up from the chair, "Mr. Mark, there are still three days before the fashion conference. I wish your clothes will be amazing at the exhibition. Four, to make a name for the country."
"Thank you." Mark put the robe back into the brocade box carefully. He stood up and extended his hand to the brocade, "I also wish the embroiderer to get better and better. Every stitch and every thread is full of flowers."
Hua Jin reached out and held Mark's hand: "Goodbye."
"I'll show you off." Mark looked down at the Bai Nen palm that he held together, and let go of his hand with a smile.
"You don't have to be so polite. I have been to your studio many times, so I don't need Mr. Mark to send it." Hua Jin picked up the bag and smiled at Mark. "See you at the fashion conference in three days."
"Then, goodbye." Mark sent the flower brocade to the door. After she walked into the elevator and the elevator door closed, she turned around and returned to the design room, and opened the lid of the brocade box again.
"gentlemen."
"It's so beautiful." Mark stroked the shawl lightly with his fingertips. "Are you right?"
The assistant paused: "Yes."
Mark chuckled lightly and didn't say a word.
Handing the robes into Mark's hands, Hua Jin relaxed. She sat in the car, leaning back in the chair and resting. The driver did not dare to disturb her and turned off the music in the car.
When she was about to get home, Hua Jin opened her eyes, took out her phone and glanced at it, and Pei Yan sent her a few messages. The general idea is that the meeting can only end in the afternoon, and she can't have dinner with her at noon.
Hua Jin: [Be serious in the meeting, don't desert, I go to bed when I get home to eat something, and call me when I come back at night. 】
Pei Yan: [Okay, I will rush back as soon as possible. mwah. 】
Seeing Pei Yan's reply, Hua Jin smiled and turned to find a familiar-looking person standing outside the gate. She stared at it for a few seconds before recognizing that it was Xu Si.
In her impression, Xu Si is a woman who looks elegant but is arrogant, and can hardly be connected with her now.
Finding the car that Hua Jin was in, Xu Si stopped in front of the car with open arms. Seeing her doing this, Hua Jin suddenly remembered that Xu Si's father and uncle had done the same a few months ago.
She asked the driver to stop the car, opened the window and said, "Miss Xu."
Finding that the person sitting in the car was not Pei Yan, Xu Si's expression changed, and their eyes met, she bit her lower lip: "How could it be you?"
"I'm sorry, it's me, I let you down." Hua Jin raised the corners of her lips and smiled. She regretted that she didn't put on red lipstick today, otherwise her smile would have been more aura.
"That's right, after all, you are now in Pei Yan's heart. It's not surprising to take his car, use his driver, and live in his house." Xu Si sneered, "Aren't you very happy to finally live in a wealthy family?"
"Luxury car, big house, and a beautiful man..." Hua Jin tilted her head, looking innocent and innocent, "Of course I am very happy."
Xu Si's face turned pale: "Then I wish you have these forever."
"Thank you, I accept your blessing." Hua Jin blinked, "Is there anything else Miss Xu? If there is nothing else, please step aside, I want to go home."
"It's not necessarily your home, don't show it off too soon." Xu Si blurted out unwillingly.
"There's no way, people like me have shallow eyelids, and it's hard to live in a mansion. It's hard not to show off. Thank you Miss Xu for bringing me to show off." Hua Jin smiled instead of anger, she covered her mouth and smiled. Looking at Xu Si, "Miss Xu was pampered and pampered since she was a child, so she naturally looks down on us ordinary people. But Miss Xu..."
Hua Jin put down her hand and looked at Xu Si seriously, "Every person is born, there will be someone who cares about him. It's a good thing that you have a good background, but it doesn't mean that you can rely on these to hurt unscrupulously. others."
"Money can make your life more prosperous, and it can let you see many things that ordinary people can't see. It is the basis for you to enjoy life, not a tool for you to bully others." Hua Jin looked at Xu Si, "I hope this Later, you can learn to respect."
"You don't need to reason with me, why would you reason with me?" Xu Si sneered, "You poor people, talking so much, is just jealous of me."
"But now you, what is there to be jealous of?" Hua Jin asked back, "Your Xu family is now bankrupt, you are no longer a beautiful young lady, does it mean that those classmates who were bullied by you in the past can react to you? Come to bully you?"
Xu Si fell silent.
"Master, let's go in." Hua Jin didn't want to tell Xu Siduo any more and closed the window.
Watching the car with the flower brocade enter the gate of the villa, Xu Si stared blankly at the door that was closed again. He was stunned for a long time. After a long time, his feet started to go numb, and then he squatted on the ground and cried.
She doesn't know what she is crying, regret? Unwilling? anger
She only knew that in her life, she never wanted to meet those former classmates again.
After lunch, Hua Jin returned to the room. But for some reason, she lay on the bed, but she didn't feel sleepy. Getting up and turning on the computer, Hua Jin suddenly remembered the electronic diary account that had not been logged in for many years.
Open the login page, Hua Jin entered the password.
The password used to be her birthday, but it was changed to the day she first met Pei Yan.
After reading through the previous records, Hua Jin smiled.
Unexpectedly, this website is still there, and the naive remarks in the past are still there. After staring at the screen for a long time, she typed a sentence.
Sunny weather on December 7, 2018
I met him and held his hand.
The International Fashion Conference is held every two years. In the past, the focus of the domestic media was on the models on the catwalk and the celebrities who were invited to visit. All the stars who went to this fashion conference took a lot of Reuters photos and put them on the public platform.
If there are domestic models participating in the catwalk, it will attract countless attention. Even people who are not interested in fashion should praise a few more.
But this year is different, because this fashion conference will be attended by domestic fashion designers. Before the fashion conference starts, some media will put the title early, what is "the most talented fashion designer in China, who will make a stunning appearance with clothes" International Fashion Conference", "What kind of impact will young talented fashion designers bring to the international fashion circle?"
As the embroiderer who participated in the production, Hua Jin took the invitation letter and sat in the second row. To her surprise, the one sitting in the row behind her was Zhao Ni, who had custom-made cheongsam here.
Zhao Ni's heart was more surprised than Hua Jin. She never thought that Hua Jin, a young and ordinary embroiderer, could be invited to come here, and her position was higher than her.
The people sitting in the first row of their area are all big-shot figures. For example, the person sitting in front of this young monk is the famous chaotic boy, Mr. Pei, who is not easy for ordinary people to offend.
The two nodded their heads and did not talk because the catwalk had begun.
The first show was an international supermodel, and the clothes on her body were also designed by internationally renowned masters. The clothes designed by Mark are displayed in a later order, and Hua Jin is not in a hurry, quietly admiring the beautiful clothes and sexy beauties.
Pei Yan, who was sitting in front of her, worried that she was bored, and looked back frequently, not knowing that Hua Jin had been addicted to the stage and had no time to respond to his loving gaze.
This fashion conference was broadcast live in many countries at the same time. China is no exception. The live broadcast copyright was bought by a video website in which Pei Yan invested.
After the fashion shows in the previous countries ended, it was finally time for the clothes designed by Mark to be exhibited.
In the live video, the viewers watching the live broadcast densely brushed the barrage, and many people are saying, don't be a big red, or some kind of dragon and jasmine.
When the first model came out, the livestreaming audience boiled over.
"Meimeimei, this skirt is so beautiful, this is the combination of fashion and national style!"
"Have you seen the pattern on the skirt? Every step the model takes is like the process of blooming flowers. What kind of magical high-tech is this?"
"Ah, model sister, slow down, I haven't admired this dress enough!!"
The second model came out, and the audience was not far from crazy.
"Mom, is this designer a fairy? The moment this model came out of the backstage, I thought that the beauty from thousands of years ago traveled through time and space and walked to the booth. Who said that clothes with national elements are foreigners? Does it look bad? This model looks typical of Western Europe, but wearing this national style skirt is so beautiful that it makes people want to lick the screen."
When the third model and the fourth model appeared on the platform, the audience had no other reaction except on the barrage.
When the last one wore a floor-length dress named Luan, the maddened audience was almost stunned.
Under the light, the model seems to be a beautiful bird turned into a beauty, and the clothes on her body are her gorgeous feathers. The shawl draped on his arm is like a divine bird that stole the colorful clouds from the sky and embellished it on his body.
"This skirt is really made by people?"
"Did the designer steal the clothes worn by the fairy?"
"The pattern on the skirt is really fabric, not made of feathers?"
"I heard that the inspiration for the costume design of our country's exhibition this time comes from our country's mythology. I think the designer has done it. This mysterious beauty is like the culture of our country for thousands of years. Even if we spend our whole lives, we can't completely penetrate."
"Meow, watching a fashion show actually made me cry. Over the years, it's not easy for our country to come this far."
"Have you noticed that those foreign audiences at the scene are almost staring out of their eyes when they look at these sets of costumes?"
"I saw it, I saw it."
The live broadcast of the fashion conference has not yet ended. Some online media have already posted photos of the clothing exhibited in the domestic exhibition to the public platform, and countless netizens are boiling.
The author has something to say: Pei Yan: I have nothing to say today, see you tomorrow~