On the fourth day of the new year, the airport was a little deserted, and there were not many people in the security check line. Zhuang Xianyang and Zhao Jianqiu accompanied Professor Pei from left to right, and wanted to accompany them back to Rongcheng.
Zhuang Fanxin urged: "If you have something to call, I will not turn off the phone."
Zhao Jianqiu said, "You don't use your mobile phone at night. Your dad and I are away. You still move to the bedroom to sleep. Don't run around and disturb others."
This "other person" refers to Gu Zhuoyan, Zhuang Fanxin disappeared on New Year's Eve, and only returned home on the third day of the new year. He thought about it with his toes and knew that he didn't do anything good. Even playing on the mobile phone last night, it was because the gap between sleeping on the sofa alone after the skin-to-skin relationship was too great, and Zhuang Fanxin felt uncomfortable lying down, and chatted with Gu Zhuoyan until late at night before falling asleep.
"Oh, I see." He was embarrassed, "Don't say this outside."
Zhuang Xianyang saved him some face: "Okay, let's go to the security check, don't worry."
Pei Zhi said, "Uncle and aunt, please take care of grandma, thank you."
Zhuang Fanxin and Pei Zhi waved outside the line, waited for the others to enter, and they left the airport. The construction officially started today, first go to the venue of the show, and then go back to the silhouette after finalizing it.
Pei Zhi drove the car and noticed Zhuang Fanxin's expression when he looked around. It was very beautiful. He shook his head lightly while wearing headphones.
Zhuang Fan said, "It's more than good."
"It seems that there is something good?" Pei Zhi analyzed, "According to your needs, what makes you so happy should be related to Gu Zhuoyan."
I was embarrassed to speak in front of my elders at the airport, and my liver hurt so much, Zhuang Fan cleared his throat: "I will officially inform you that I am a person who graduated from Cambridge University and served as the general manager of GSG Group. Gu Zhuoyan, the single-minded, handsome, tall, and wealthy man, has reunited!"
Pei Zhi turned his face in shock: "Reconciled? Really!"
Zhuang Fanxin said in shock: "Look at Ma Lu, brother!" He turned to face the other side, "Gu Zhuoyan came to me on New Year's Eve, took me to his house, we talked, and then he agreed to get back with me."
Pei Zhi asked: "Reconciled on New Year's Eve? Are you only now announcing the good news?"
"No, the second year of junior high is reconciled."
Pei Zhi asked again, "What did you do on the first day of the first year?"
Zhuang Fan Xin touched his nose: "Sleep..."
Pei Zhi understood and understood immediately. From sleeping on New Year's Eve to the second day of the new year, he carefully looked at Zhuang Fanxin and asked, "Would you like to raise it for two more days and go to work on the sixth day of the new year?"
Zhuang Fan blushed: "Drive your car!"
He fiddled with the headphones, a song was playing in a loop, turned it on, and his deep voice floated in the car: "From green to blue, which is the color of parting, oh yeah, look at the trees and the sea, where is our first time? Heartbroken, oh yeah yeah…”
Can you hold it, hold on to me later...
I know it can't be tolerated, it's not your fault...
After coming down from the highway intersection, Pei Zhi couldn't help but glance at Zhuang Fanxin. I'm embarrassed to say that the aesthetics of art and men are so high, why is the level of music appreciation so bad.
Arriving at the North Convention and Exhibition Center, it was still early, and the person in charge of the appointment had not yet arrived. They stayed in the cafe next to them for a while. Through the glass, Lu Wen sat inside and was about to eat a panini.
"So coincidental?" Pei Zhi said.
Zhuang Fan thought, "I'll invite him to rehearsal."
They went in, Zhuang Fanxin beckoned to buy coffee, Pei Zhi walked to the table where Lu Wen was, paced from left to right, looking at Lu Wen back and forth as if he was looking at the objects.
"Why?" Lu Wen guessed it, and reported, "I lost five pounds."
Pei Zhi was still satisfied, hooked the car key, poked the tip of the key on Lu Wen's shoulder, and then slid it to his arm: "The biceps are well trained, but the style of this show is a bit redundant, so I will reduce it. "
The left arm was scratched and itchy, Lu Wen said "oh", reluctantly, he thought he would get a compliment for losing five pounds, just like a primary school student who was still picked on by his teacher after hard work: "You can wear a down jacket. See, you see through your eyes?"
Pei Zhi pulled out the high chair across the seat and sat on it: "You don't understand this. I have drawn so many human bodies when I was studying. Even through the clothes, the outline of the body and the lines of the muscles can be seen."
Lu Wen was so frightened that he pulled the zipper of his down jacket to the top, feeling a little embarrassed. He ate the panini and said nothing. Pei Zhi stopped talking, looked down at his phone, and hummed a song unconsciously.
... Which one is the color of parting, oh yeah... ummmmm, la la la la, my first heartbeat, oh yeah...
Lu Wen turned his face dumbfounded: "What are you singing?"
"Ah?" Pei Zhi was surprised to find out, "I was brainwashed by a broken song that Fanxin listened to me on the road."
Lu Wen frowned: "Broken song?"
Pei Zhi said: "It doesn't sound good at all, and the lyrics are very strange. There's no room for anything. It's probably an unorthodox Internet song."
Lu Wen pressed half of the panini on the plate: "That's my own composition!" He was like a beggar who was laughed at, a poor student who was scolded for being stupid. look hurt.
Pei Zhi was stunned, how did he know that the song was composed by Lu Wen... After the words have been said, it would be hypocritical to change his words, and he is not someone who likes to go against his heart, so he said: "I'm sorry, I'm mean, but it really doesn't sound good. ."
Lu Wen was very angry: "You still said it!"
"I'm telling the truth." Pei Zhi turned his face away, "Hey, if you don't say it, don't say it."
Before the sword was drawn or the crossbow was drawn, the atmosphere froze. Zhuang Fanxin came over with two cups of coffee and sat in the middle, looking left and right wondering what was going on. Leaving from the cafe to the exhibition center, the two still didn't look at each other, let alone talk.
The ready-to-wear show will occupy the B area of the convention and exhibition center. The appointment was made half a year in advance. Zhuang Fanxin communicated with a designer surnamed Huang about how to design and arrange the infield.
"It's a Chinese classical style," said Zhuang Fanxin, "like landscape freehand brushwork, flowers and birds, traditional Chinese painting, and watercolor style. These are the Chinese styles that the audience can associate with, and they don't want all of them. It's boring."
They walked and watched the huge field, where to make details and where to turn on the lights, and arranged them one by one. The basic T platform has been laid, and Lu Wen stood up and stepped on it. The first time he walked on the platform, he was a little constrained.
Zhuang Fanxin ran over after he was busy: "Two steps!"
Lu Wen took a deep breath, relaxed his muscles, and took a step from the top. The whole runway was very long. Halfway through, Pei Zhi flashed out from behind the column holding the phone and stopped at the end.
Walking over step by step, ordinary lights, informal clothes and trousers, like walking an ordinary narrow road solemnly, Lu Wen stopped at the end, turned around every second, and rolled his eyes at Pei Zhi before turning around. .
"Rely on..." Pei Zhi pouted, "The eighteenth line of life, the first line of disease."
Lu Wen heard it, and took a big step back. The black boots thumped on the runway, and he was aggressive as if he was about to hit someone. Pei Zhi took two steps back and stared at him when Lu Wen returned to the end: "I am a One hundred and eighty lines! But one day I will become a line! Even more popular than Cheng Jiashu!"
Pei Zhi pushed back: "Shut up! Walk around again!"
"...Let's go." Lu Wen obediently ran back to the starting point.
Zhuang Fanxin came over with a stack of documents, told Pei Zhi about his thoughts, and discussed it. Except for the venue, the model's makeup, accessories and other issues have not yet been implemented.
"By the way." Pei Zhi said, "Isn't it necessary to set up a jewelry design team, let the new designers be responsible for accessories, check the level, and use it if possible, how about it?"
Zhuang Fan thought: "No problem, the key is when will the designer be in place?"
Pei Zhi suddenly laughed: "It seems that he has already gone to the company." That smile has nothing to do with mood, like a naughty high school student sharing other people's embarrassing things, "Cheng Jiashu called me just now, the designer his sister found, let me take care of it. "
Zhuang Fanxin said: "I said that at the meeting, Cheng Jiama's friend?"
Pei Zhi said: "More than that, it seems to be a boyfriend."
The power of love has a great influence on people, and Zhuang Fanxin's smile became gossip, and he asked, "Sister-in-law's boyfriend, how do you take care of your sister-in-law?"
Got kicked after asking. Pei Zhi said, "Gu Zhuoyan also has a younger sister. You can think about it before you ask questions."
Zhuang Fan thought in his heart that if Gu Baoyan's boyfriend worked under him, he would treat him as his own younger brother. Even if he lacked the ability, he should let the relationship between the younger sister and the other party stabilize before dealing with it. He understood what Pei Zhi meant, but couldn't help protecting the calf: "This comparison is not very strong, Bao Yan is super cute, okay?"
The two of them chatted quite a lot. Lu Wen walked back and forth until his legs were sore. He walked over and squatted: "I'm tired, I was hungry when I lost weight."
Zhuang Fan said: "Then take a break."
Lu Wen looked at his watch: "I still have something to do, it's time to withdraw."
Among the stars that Pei Zhi has seen, there are many rich second-generation people who are not motivated, and muttered a little hatefully: "I don't have the strength to work, but I have the strength to play."
Lu Wenteng stood up: "I just have something to do, so I won't serve you!"
With such a tall figure, bang bang walked away, and Pei Zhiqi didn't hit a single place. It was made of glass, why can't you say that. Zhuang Fanxin remembered that Lu Wen mentioned it on the second day of the first day of the new year. There was indeed something going on today. Only after chatting with Gu Zhuoyan last night did he know that Lu Wen would sweep his mother's grave every year on the fourth day of the first day.
Pei Zhi was a little stunned after hearing this. No wonder Lu Wen was dressed in black, and it exploded at the slightest point. People's thousands of emotions may not be common, but he could feel the same.
After working at the convention and exhibition center, Zhuang Fanxin and Pei Zhi returned to the silhouette. It was just the fourth day of the first year. Other departments were still on vacation, and only the design department returned. As soon as Zhuang Fanxin appeared, Wen Lin rushed up, his eyes sparkling eagerly, and he was still reluctant to speak, no different from when he was mad at Gu Zhuoyan.
"Don't like me." Zhuang Fanxin walked into the office.
Wen Lin flattered: "Who doesn't like the director." Holding a folder, he couldn't wait, "Director, look, if there is no problem, sign me!"
Zhuang Fanxin took it and opened it. It was Wen Lin's entry information and medical examination form. This guy was thinking about turning into a regular every day. As he checked, he said, "The personnel department only went to work in the eighth day, so you can't do it today."
Wen Lin said excitedly: "The personnel department is at work! The designer hired by the jewelry team came over today, so the director of the personnel department came early."
Zhuang Fanxin smiled, as expected of the general manager's boyfriend, even the trial was exempted. At this time, Pei Zhi pushed open the door and came in, obviously he had heard of it, and rushed to Wen Lin and said, "Xiao Wen, go to the personnel department to help me with a message. The new designer will go through the trial process as usual, and will not be hired."
Zhuang Fanxin signed his name and stuffed the folder into Wen Lin: "Go."
After the holiday, there is an illusion that there is a lot of waste waiting to be done. In March, there will be a product display for autumn and winter clothing. Pei Zhi is busy in the office. Zhuang Fanxin continues to work on the ready-to-wear exhibition, and has a meeting in the grid with team leader Cao, who is in charge of fabrics.
"There is a distinction between men's and women's clothing, and the aesthetic appeals of the two genders are quite different." Zhuang Fan leaned on the table of Team Leader Cao, burying his head in the discussion, and the burka by his hand was overturned and wrinkled.
Later, the tailors joined in, and they studied the silhouette and fabric of the garment together, and they formed a small circle. After a while, someone near the door greeted him, and it seemed that Cheng Jiama was here.
Zhuang Fan didn't pay attention and was still talking to Team Leader Cao.
Cheng Jiama had a cheerful face and a little shyness of a little woman. She clapped her hands to call all eyes, and said, "The design department will set up a jewelry design team. This is a jewelry designer who has newly joined the silhouette."
Just as she was talking, Pei Zhi heard the sound and came out of the office, and Cheng Jiama greeted her: "Little Brother Pei, happy new year." She grabbed Pei Zhi's arm, half coquettish and half annoyed, and whispered, "This is my friend, the probation period is over. Free, okay?"
Pei Zhirou replied: "Because it's your friend, then it's time for others to gossip about you." He didn't wait for Cheng Jiama to retort, and stepped forward, "Introduce to my colleagues."
Everyone watched, Cheng Jiama gave up temporarily, looked around and didn't see Zhuang Fanxin's shadow, she asked, "Didn't Director Zhuang come?"
After the cubicle, Zhuang Fanxin gave up the work at hand, stood up, and walked through the crowd with a pen in between, dazzled, and only saw Cheng Jiama's fresh face.
"Director Zhuang, although you rejected the position of the jewelry group, you belong to the design department after all, so please give me some advice." Cheng Jiama said beautifully and stepped aside to reveal the newly hired designer behind her who was waiting to be introduced.
The man was wearing a black suit and no tie. The black shirt had two buttons unbuttoned, and he wore a pendant made of anodized metal around his neck, which was very cool.
With a very slight sound, the pen in Zhuang Fanxin's hand fell off. Everyone's attention was on the new designer, and no one noticed.
"Hello everyone, I'm Jiang Hui."
Introducing himself, Jiang Hui took a step closer and extended his right hand to Zhuang Fanxin: "Fanxin, I didn't expect such a coincidence."
Everyone was slightly surprised, and Pei Zhi asked, "Do you know each other?"
Jiang Hui said, "We have been classmates for a year, in Los Angeles." He answered calmly, his eyes returned to Zhuang Fanxin, and he kept reaching out, "But I haven't seen each other for many years, don't you remember? "
Zhuang Fan moved the corners of his mouth: "How come." But he didn't shake hands, bent down and picked up the pen on the ground, with a calm arrogance.
Cheng Jiama stepped forward to hold Jiang Hui, and naturally dropped the arm to help Jiang Hui: "This is Brother Pei, my brother's partner."
And to make an introduction, Zhuang Fanxin took two steps back and neatly pulled away from the crowd. Wen Lin saw him on the edge and said happily, "Director, I've finally changed my mind. I'll invite you to dinner at noon."
"Okay." Zhuang Fan said with a smile, "Work hard."
The chat behind him became more and more lively. Zhuang Fanxin entered the office, locked the door, and took a few steps to the desk to unbutton his coat. He took it off and put it on the back of the chair.
The shirt was pressed against his back, soaked with cold sweat.