Zhuang Fan's heart is much stronger than Gu Zhuoyan imagined.
After leaving the company, Zhuang Fan didn't want to go home, and went to meet the makeup artist as scheduled. The location was set in a restaurant with no fireworks. There were very few people. They came early and had a meal in time.
Gu Zhuoyan didn't have a good appetite, so he only tasted a piece of tofu for a long time, but Zhuang Fan's heart seemed to be extremely hungry.
Gu Zhuoyan poured tea: "Don't choke, why do you eat in such a hurry."
"Hungry." Zhuang Fan muttered, "It's delicious, I'll add another bowl."
Gu Zhuoyan recalled: "I never had a serious meal before, I just took a few bites and it was all over." I couldn't help but wonder, "It doesn't seem like I eat so fiercely every time now?"
Zhuang Fanxin stopped his chopsticks: "You think about what I do for dinner..." He looked over the edge of the bowl to look at each other, and said stealthily, "I'm just hungry, and fighting will consume my energy."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Fortunately, it's just exhausting physical strength." If it was the other party who took the needle, he didn't dare to continue to think, "Zhuang Fanxin, can't you stop doing it in the future?"
Zhuang Fan nodded his head like garlic, he understood that Gu Zhuoyan felt sorry for him, and worried about him even more.
After the meal, the makeup artist arrived, called Ophiopogon, and just flew back to China yesterday. Zhuang Fanxin's face was bright, and when he greeted him, he couldn't smile, revealing an embarrassing shyness.
After a few chats, the two quickly entered the topic. The basic information had been communicated. Zhuang Fanxin took the tablet to show the other party the venue design and explained the lighting arrangement. Mai Dong asked curiously, "By the way, what is the name of this show?"
Zhuang Fanxin replied, "My name is Zhuang Shengxiaomeng."
Gu Zhuoyan sat on the side and flipped through the magazine. Hearing the words, he paused and thought it was wonderful. Ophiopogon also liked it very much. After sorting out all the information, he gave Zhuang Fanxin his opinion on the design of makeup and hair. Gu Zhuoyan listened, and he could understand adjectives, but not terms. The example of a show and an ecological fashion exhibition sounded like a book from heaven.
After the style was settled, Zhuang Fanxin opened a detailed list: "This is the number of models on the day of the show. You can determine the total number of makeup artists and assistants as soon as possible, and then give me the training deadline at the latest the day after tomorrow, okay?"
"No problem." Mai Dong said, "After the training, let's make an appointment to try makeup?"
Zhuang Fan thought in his heart: "The clothes and shoes are basically in place. I will contact you when the model is fitting for the first time." He pursed his lips lightly and thought for a while, "Once the accessories are finished, it's time for work."
Gu Zhuoyan's eyes had already left the magazine page, and he looked at Zhuang Fanxin from the side. The boy he used to be is already mature, familiar with the industry, and experienced in doing things. Even if he has not slept all night, even if his emotions are out of control, he can still handle things meticulously. handled properly.
The phone vibrated, Gu Zhuoyan got up to answer the phone, in the small garden beyond the floor-to-ceiling window: "Hello, Mom?"
Xue Manzi said, "Your grandfather wants to meet Xiaozhuang. He mentioned it to you before."
Gu Zhuoyan asked smartly, "Then why did you call?"
"Me too, can't I?" Xue Manzi said, "If you have time recently, you can arrange it."
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Let's do it in a while, he is preparing for a show recently." He turned around and looked at the window. The makeup artist had finished talking and left. Zhuang Fanxin sat on the sofa with a tired face, holding a glass of water. , I don't know what I'm thinking.
Hearing the footsteps, Zhuang Fanxin raised his head, the sunlight from the floor-to-ceiling window shone in, and saw Gu Zhuoyan standing against the light like a warm god. He stared at it for a few seconds, his heart was hot, and he couldn't help but stretch out his hand.
Gu Zhuoyan held it and sat down: "Have the negotiation been done?"
"Well." Zhuang Fanxin said proactively, "If you have something to do at home or in the company, just go and do it. I'm fine, I promise I won't cause trouble again."
Gu Zhuoyan is not afraid that he will cause trouble: "Promise someone else, go home now and have a good sleep."
Zhuang Fan's face was troubled, his accessories were uncertain, and he couldn't find help in a short time. He could only face the difficulties and deal with it alone... He smiled: "Sleep for a while, and then hurry up and draw the manuscript."
Gu Zhuoyan was very helpless, and accompanied Zhuang Fanxin home. Halfway through, Pei Zhi called Zhuang Fanxin to inquire about the injury, and told him that Jiang Hui temporarily took a week off.
At night, Zhuang Fanxin was locked in the workshop, with paper, pen, ruler, and all the tools needed for drawing in front of him. He stared at the white piece of paper, like snow blindness.
He wiped his face, sweaty, cold and salty, dripping down his forehead, and suddenly, a hot drop slipped down, the tears he was forced to collapse.
Zhuang Fanxin wiped it off with his sleeve, forcing himself to pick up the pen, but his hands were shaking, and the tip of the pen dangled on the paper, causing him to faint. It was a waste, he crumpled the paper and threw it away, and then wrote, the third time, the fourth time, the fifth time... Every failure was like a needle stabbing in his heart, and the pain was as rotten as the palm of his hand.
Gu Zhuoyan knocked on the door and came in. Under the bright light, Zhuang Fanxin sat on the chair with a thin back, and there were scattered pieces of paper at his feet. He pretended not to see it, walked aside with a glass of milk, and said, "Drink it while it's hot."
Zhuang Fanxin threw away the pen and hugged him, ignoring the pain of friction, and buried his face in his waist. He saw the paper on the table, with a few messy lines on it, obviously invalid again. Zhuang Fan had an idea and tried to design a set by himself, but he couldn't draw it, not even a single stroke.
Zhuang Fan didn't confide in a single word, he seemed to be used to taking the bitter fruit all by himself, but Gu Zhuoyan understood that it was a dream, and he won awards when he was young, but now he can't draw. He managed to stabilize his mind, not daring to guess how much pain Zhuang Fanxin was suffering.
This pain may have lasted for eight or nine years.
After drinking the milk, Zhuang Fanxin went back to the bedroom to rest, and while Gu Zhuoyan was taking a bath, he swallowed a sleeping pill. He was very tired, and when the medicine overwhelmed his messy thoughts, he curled up beside the bed and fell asleep.
Gu Zhuoyan walked to the bed, looked at Zhuang Fanxin and sat quietly for a while, bent down and kissed the forehead, then picked up the phone and walked to the small balcony.
It took a long time to connect, and inside was Xue Manzi's sleepy voice: "It's so late, what's the matter?"
Gu Zhuoyan asked, "Mom, you usually make jewelry, do you want a designer to design it?"
"That's right." Xue Manzi knew the two designers and patronized them for many years. She wondered, "Why are you asking this?"
Gu Zhuoyan said, "Do me a favor."
Probably because of taking the medicine, Zhuang Fan had no dreams all night, and when he woke up, the sky was bright, and Gu Zhuoyan was half-pressing him. After moving, he slowly moved out of the bed, but when he was about to succeed, Gu Zhuoyan grabbed him.
"Are you awake?" Zhuang Fanxin asked in surprise.
"I didn't wake up." Gu Zhuoyan closed his eyes and said nonsense, "Nighten up again."
Once he woke up, it was very difficult for Zhuang Fanxin to go back to sleep, and unresolved matters were still waiting for him. At this time, Gu Zhuoyan admitted in a lazy voice that he asked Xue Manzi to connect with two senior jewelry designers, which might be able to help.
There was no movement under him, Gu Zhuoyan opened his eyes, and saw Zhuang Fan staring at him in surprise and astonishment, he pinched his waist under the quilt, and asked, "I made an overnight appointment, this morning at ten o'clock, do you want to meet me? ?"
"Yes! Yes!" Zhuang Fan exclaimed in a low voice, "Hey... my mouth hurts!"
Gu Zhuoyan was both distressed and funny, but it wasn't enough to see the reaction, so he added with jealousy, "This is the first time I have begged my mother. She is so smart, and she immediately guessed that I was doing something for you."
The joy faded, and Zhuang Fan said in a panic, "Will Auntie bother me more?"
"Definitely." Gu Zhuoyan induced seriousness, "So you have to follow her heart and fawn on her, do you understand?"
Zhuang Fanxin seemed to understand, but she didn't understand: "Is Auntie free on the day of the show? I invited her to be in the front row of the VVIP show. Which clothes she likes I will tailor for her."
Gu Zhuoyan was stunned for a moment: "Who said this kind of flattery... Why are you so materialistic, so vulgar?" He couldn't induce it, and lowered his body to reveal his purpose, "You are better to her son, understand?"
His forehead was rubbed against his body, and his body was so pressed that he couldn't move. If Zhuang Fan didn't understand, he would be acting stupid. He covered half of his face: "I have a bruised nose and a swollen face, and you're not too ugly..."
Gu Zhuoyan suggested: "Then you turn over and come from behind."
"..." Zhuang Fan gave up, "You really think I'm ugly? Just come from the front! Come!"
Gu Zhuoyan tried his best, and it was already dawn at the end. He kissed Zhuang Fan's sweaty face: "I have to go to work today, please be honest, don't let me worry."
Zhuang Fan said weakly, "Didn't you just worry about it?"
What else can Gu Zhuoyan do? He completely believed in the saying that one thing comes down to one thing. Zhuang Fan smirked smugly and kissed him back: "I'm measured, don't worry."
Gu Zhuoyan went to work. Zhuang Fanxin got up to wash up, covered the scars with Zhao Jianqiu's makeup, and met with the jewelry designer at ten o'clock.
In addition to design, the two designers can also provide factories that they have been working with, which can do more with less. Zhuang Fanxin's most difficult problem was solved. In the afternoon, he went to North Convention and Exhibition Center to check the venue layout and met Wen Lin.
"Director, you don't take two days off."
"How can it be so fragile." Zhuang Fanxin checked around the venue, "Has the clothing number of each model been fixed?"
Wen Lin said, "It's done, I worked overtime with Lin Design last night."
Zhuang Fan said in his heart: "It's hard work, you and Lin Design are in charge of clothing management on the day of the catwalk."
The basic runway has been transformed into two connected U-shaped platforms, and the front row seats can be increased. He reserved some and gave it to Wen Lin: "Go back to President Pei, I'm not familiar with domestic stars, let him arrange these."
Wen Lin glanced at it gossip, and as he expected, the best position in the front row was marked with Gu Zhuoyan's name.
After that, Zhuang Fanxin ran around for the show, went to the factory to supervise the accessories process, set up the venue, arranged for models to try on clothes and make-up, and formally rehearse. Always go out neatly dressed, and come home in a dismal state.
While he was busy, the publicity about the ready-to-wear show was overwhelming. Pei Zhi and Cheng Jiashu made a personal campaign on the Internet, and a group of stars joined them, which has already attracted much attention.
After mid-February, the countdown to the show is less than three days. Zhuang Fanxin went to the silhouette with a bag of work permits. He hadn't been there since the fight. When he appeared, his colleagues surrounded him.
The supervisor said, "I miss you so much!"
"Come on, I invited you to dinner at the rehearsal the day before yesterday." Zhuang Fanxin opened the bag, "This is the temporary work permit for the day of the show, everyone find your own."
A group of people were messing around, and Zhuang Fan's heart was like a troubled head teacher: "The reception team is white, the backstage dressing team is blue, and the stage team is black... Xiao Wen, take two emergency boxes when the afternoon passes."
Everyone was clamoring and discussing what to wear that day. Zhuang Fanxin gradually withdrew from the crowd, stood for a moment while looking at the commotion, and turned back to his office.
The tabletop was clean and dust-free. Wen Lin cleaned it every day. Zhuang Fanxin sat down behind the table and stayed silent for a while. After a long time, he sighed softly, turned on the computer and typed an email.
It's not too long, but I edited it many times, and when I finally pressed the period, there was a knock on the door.
Zhuang Fanxin knocked on the computer: "Please come in."
It was Pei Zhi, who couldn't wait to look after pushing the door, full of concern: "How is this time?" He walked around the large desk and stopped at the side of Zhuang Fanxin's chair.
"It's very good, and the show is going well." Zhuang Fan raised his head, "I've distributed a lot of people, are you busy preparing autumn and winter clothes? Are you tired?"
Pei Zhi smiled: "I'm fine." He looked at Zhuang Fanxin's cheekbones, "It's good that the injury is healed. You scared me to death that day."
Zhuang Fan encouraged Pei Zhi to lean on the edge of the table. He had said before that he would give the other party an explanation: "I did the first move, which really violated the company's regulations. I will bear any punishment at the end of the show."
"That's not important." Pei Zhi stared at him, "Between you and Jiang Hui... Is it convenient to say?"
Zhuang Fan didn't dodge, but pursed his lips and didn't answer. He stood up and walked to the window to breathe. In the cold wind, his voice seemed erratic: "I can't work with him."
As expected, Pei Zhi was not surprised, but embarrassed.
"Don't let him stay in the silhouette." Zhuang Fanxin said, "He's here, it's not good for the company."
The door of the office was knocked and opened, Jiang Hui was standing at the door with a stack of blueprints. Pei Zhisheng was afraid of another dispute, so he immediately asked, "What's the matter with you?"
Jiang Hui said calmly: "Mr. Pei, I made two sets of designs to match the autumn clothes. I heard that you are here, so I will show it to you."
Pei Zhi walked quickly to the door and took the design draft: "I see, go ahead."
Zhuang Fan's heart was stagnant in the breeze, and Pei Zhi's nervousness made him feel guilty. There were so many things going on right now, and he wanted to take a breath: "Let's talk about everything after the show is over."
Pei Zhi nodded: "Okay, relax, I will trust you no matter what."
There was still a rehearsal in the convention center, Zhuang Fanxin didn't stay for too long, and left after arranging some things. Out of the design department, on the corridor leading to the elevator, Jiang Hui was standing there with a pin hooked.
Zhuang Fanxin paused: "Do you still want to be beaten?"
Jiang Hui stretched out his hand: "What you dropped that day will be returned to you."
Zhuang Fan snatched it away and walked forward. Jiang Hui stopped him, and he frowned, "Go away."
"Stop talking nonsense." Jiang Hui said, he heard it outside the office door, "You made me unable to stay, are you not afraid that I will shake out old things? You can't do it either?"
Zhuang Fan's heart is not afraid, and even a little free and easy: "I don't need your trouble, I have already typed my resignation letter."