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Chapter 92: Zhuang Fan was stunned What

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An hour ago, there was a shower of rain, which came quickly and stopped quickly. At this time, the sky was blue and a rosy rainbow was curved. Gu Zhuoyan walked down the stairs, wearing a three-piece black suit, which outlined wide shoulders, narrow waist and two long legs, all of which fit perfectly.

He didn't wear a tie, and his shirt had a loose button. He stepped on the damp masonry and walked out from under a maple tree. He entered the side door of the main building and went straight up the ring ladder. When he got to the cloakroom on the third floor, he stopped and whistled at Xue Manzi who was wearing a coat inside.

"Don't rush, what's the hurry." Xue Manzi looked at the full-length mirror, "Has the rain stopped?"

Gu Zhuoyan said, "Stop." With a bored attitude, he deliberately walked around Fengyuan before coming here, but he didn't expect to be dressed up yet.

Xue Manzi glanced at him and swept it from head to toe, showing the satisfaction of a mother looking at her son: "So handsome, and wearing a new suit on purpose?"

Gu Zhuoyan said, "Zhuang Fanxin did it for me."

"The craftsmanship is good." Xue Manzi commented objectively, noting the box in Gu Zhuoyan's hand, "What is that?"

Gu Zhuoyan replied: "Small gifts are all acquaintances, so it's not good to go empty-handed."

Xue Manzi was amused by the word "acquaintance", she picked a ring from the jewelry cabinet, put it on, and carried her bag: "Let's go."

The ready-to-wear show started at four o'clock in the afternoon. When Gu Zhuoyan and Xue Manzi arrived at the convention and exhibition center, it was just 2:30.

Area B was busy, and I saw Zhuang Fanxin's back on the U-shaped stage from a distance. When I got closer, I heard that it was a group meeting. Zhuang Fanxin grabbed a headset: "The transportation team is temporarily completed, don't sway outside, now go to the lounge to eat something."

A group of people cheered and dispersed, Zhuang Fanxin continued: "The engineering team and the stage team will check for the last time before the show, debug all the equipment, be sure to go through it in detail, and go through it every one minute to make sure there are no problems."

Everyone responded in unison, very motivated. Zhuang Fanxin urged: "The group in charge of the stage is not allowed to enter the backstage, and they have to apply with me." He glanced at his watch, "The reception group is ready, the major media are coming soon."

Gu Zhuoyan has been watching from a distance, occasionally squinting and realizing that Xue Manzi is the same. "Ms. Xue?" He sighed, "I like watching it, why are you so focused?"

Xue Manzi was too lazy to choke, but instead said, "This child has matured a lot."

Gu Zhuoyan hides his selfishness. He knows what kind of people Xue Manzi likes. He is serious and motivated, capable and responsible, so he came over in advance and let his mother see.

After the meeting, everyone got busy, Zhuang Fanxin followed the camera to check, and as the camera moved, he quickly ran towards Gu Zhuoyan with an "ah" sound. When I saw Xue Manzi halfway, I was afraid that she would not look good in a hurry, so she changed to a small trot.

In front of him, Zhuang Fanxin suddenly became shy: "Auntie, thank you for coming."

"Thank you for your invitation." Xue Manzi said, and immediately noticed with the sensitivity of a woman, "Dyed your hair?"

Zhuang Fanxin dyed black hair, not like the natural dark brown and gentle, but the skin was whiter, and there was an ink-like calmness and coldness. He nodded, revealing the sparkling square diamond earrings on the earlobes.

Xue Manzi asked, "This pair of earrings..." I guessed halfway through the question.

Gu Zhuoyan admitted: "I saw that he had pierced ears, so I gave it to him."

Zhuang Fanxin reacted for a moment... Are these earrings originally from Xue Manzi? God! He widened his eyes at a loss, and raised his hand to take it off, but he couldn't return the one he had worn, and his arm was stuck in the air, not knowing where to go.

Unexpectedly, Xue Manzi didn't blame him, but taught Gu Zhuoyan unhappily: "Do you know anything? If you don't pick and buy things yourself, take ready-made ones, where have you lost your self-cultivation?"

Zhuang Fan couldn't express his emotions, as if he was surprised or flattered. He couldn't control Gu Zhuoyan, and only cared about his own understanding: "Auntie, it's only an hour before I start, I'll take you to the lounge."

The encounter in life is indeed wonderful. Xue Manzi met Zhuang Fanxin for the first time at the art exhibition, and saw through the underground relationship between the two children. She has been around for ten years. Now she comes to participate in the show organized by Zhuang Fanxin.

Taking Xue Manzi to the lounge, Gu Zhuoyan followed Zhuang Fanxin to the backstage, walking on the corridor, Zhuang Fanxin showed no restraint: "These earrings are actually from Auntie, how could you bring them to me? What did you think at the time? Ah? Don't tell me yet!"

Gu Zhuoyan said, "What I win when I play Monopoly is mine."

"Don't come!" Zhuang Fan took off his heart, "I was scared to death just now! I'm embarrassed to death!"

Gu Zhuoyan stepped in front of him: "What are you picking it for, my mother has seen it, and she thought you disliked it when you picked it off." Picking up one, brushing the black hair around her ears, put it back on.

Zhuang Fan's heart is very sad: "Auntie is not angry, right?"

"No, let's not talk about my mother, okay? I'm not a mother's treasure." Gu Zhuoyan held Zhuang Fanxin's face, followed her temples upwards, and stroked her fine hair like a wind and a cloud, "beautiful is beautiful. "

This word is embarrassing, and Gu Zhuoyan said again: "I lost a lot of weight, how have you been these days?"

I only slept two or three hours a day, and I couldn't remember to eat. Zhuang Fan's heart was tensed up, but he couldn't hold it any longer. He leaned against Gu Zhuoyan's chest around his waist and said, "You look so good in this outfit."

"It's your skill." Gu Zhuoyan couldn't help lowering his head to steal incense after not seeing each other for a week.

About to kiss, a door opened on the porch, and Lu Wen came out: "Wow!"

Gu Zhuoyan rolled his eyes in anger, and walked over with Zhuang Fanxin in his arms. He wanted to punch but he couldn't. Lu Wen lost five kilograms. Qing Jun.

Inside this door is another world, with busy clothes, fragrant temples, dazzling pink face and waist, Yishui'er model has finished makeup and hair, changed clothes, just waiting for the show to officially start.

Zhuang Fanxin led Gu Zhuoyan to the inside. The canvas he pulled up formed several areas. At the innermost, there were bottles and jars piled on the modeling table, and a suit of clothes and trousers hung on the metal rack by the wall. He also had to dress up. .

Gu Zhuoyan looked forward inexplicably: "Put it on and let me see."

Zhuang Fan didn't feel embarrassed, he took off his simple T and jeans, bare his back and legs, and went to the rack to put on his clothes one by one. The half-Chinese-style linen shirt, ironed without any wrinkles, with a little embroidered pattern on the collar and cuffs, is moon-white, reminding Gu Zhuoyan of the pajamas torn by him.

Buttoned up his trousers, wrapped his thin straight legs, revealing some white ankles looming. Zhuang Fanxin deliberately ignored the buttons on the cuffs, the sleeves were loose and hung down under his skinny wrists. He was holding a handkerchief, also moon-white, and folded it into three mountain shapes with both hands.

Walking in front of Gu Zhuoyan, Zhuang Fanxin stuffed the folded handkerchief into Gu Zhuoyan's suit pocket, and the exposed mountain top was embroidered with light gold and light green bay leaves, the same as his collar.

Gu Zhuoyan suddenly understood: "Could it be a couple's outfit, designed by Zhuang?"

Zhuang Fan slid down the hand on his chest and grabbed Gu Zhuoyan's waist. The show was about to start. He secretly said the most sincere words: "You put me up, thank you for taking me in."

Gu Zhuoyan's eyes were hot for a moment, and he held Zhuang Fan in silence for a long time. When they were separated, he took out the gift he was carrying all the way, which was a bottle of perfume, whose name was the breath of the gods.

Zhuang Fanxin was holding his wrist and sprayed a little, his breath could smell, the faint frankincense, the sharp metal, and the fine wood after precipitation. Gu Zhuoyan looked at him and said softly, "Give me a day after the show."

"Well." Zhuang Fan's heart naturally responded, "What do you want to do?"

Gu Zhuoyan said, "Come home with me to meet the elders."

Zhuang Fan was in a daze, his unblinking eyes were wet, and the corners of his eyes were covered in pink. He nodded dully, nodded again, and then kept clicking.

Coming out from the backstage, the show venue was already 70% full, and the fans outside the convention and exhibition center had been boiling for a long time. The front row is full of male and female stars, all handsome and flamboyant, media reporters take pictures everywhere, and the rows of lenses flash more than the spotlights.

Gu Zhuoyan accompanies Xue Manzi to the seat. In the best position, the coldness carved by the mother and son is very eye-catching. During this period, Wen Lin came to say hello. Why did he have a blind date? Xue Manzi was embarrassed for Gu Zhuoyan. Who knew that Wen Lin praised Zhuang Fanxin so much, and he even officially said before leaving, please look forward to it!

Gu Zhuoyan's phone vibrated, and Gu Baoyan sent a message: "Brother, ask me for a signature of Lin Zhedong!"

Zhuang Fanxin gave the girl an invitation, but unfortunately she couldn't come because of the class. Gu Zhuoyan didn't want to condescend to go to the little star to ask for an autograph, and replied directly: "There is no such person."

"Don't miss me, I saw a photo of him at the scene on the Internet!"

After sending several pictures, Gu Zhuoyan looked for the photo, saw it, and replied indifferently: "The real person is just like that. It's better to like Lu Wen than to like him. Lu Wen will become popular in a while."

Gu Zhuoyan ignored Gu Baoyan and took a look on the Internet. The discussion about the show "Zhuang Shengxiaomeng" was very lively. One silhouette itself was very famous, the second one was promoted by Pei Zhi and Cheng Jiashu, and many celebrities attended. Three , some of the design drawings released in advance have been well received, and the public really likes it.

As the stars on the scene released photos successively, the popularity on the Internet kept increasing, and the title party GSG also achieved its goal. Gu Zhuoyan installed his mobile phone, only five minutes before the start, suddenly there was a commotion, Cheng Jiashu's belated arrival attracted a lot of attention.

The vacancy around him was filled, and Cheng Jiashu sat down next to Gu Zhuoyan.

The show field gradually darkened. There were ready models lined up at the entrances and exits on both sides of the U-shaped stage. Pei Zhi stepped on the stage to explain the show. When the time came, the high-end ready-to-wear show "Zhuang Shengxiaomeng" was officially launched.

The headlights came down, unrealistically bright. The color scheme of the whole site is light and dignified, without floral decorations. Several surrounding columns are painted in vermilion, and intricate pictures of ladies are drawn. , turning the magnificent into the beautiful.

Every detail is beautiful and moving. Gu Zhuoyan looked at the veil and remembered the night when he and Zhuang Fanxin reunited. He pretended to chase people away.

The music played inadvertently, and the zheng Xiao and ming, like the gurgling water under the ice in early spring. The model stepped onto the U-shaped stage step by step, stepped on the center line, followed by the spotlight, and showed all the details of the clothing to the audience.

Everyone is focused, or rather attracted to the design, shirts or skirts, tight or loose, color patterns for the layman, cuts for the layman. Gu Zhuoyan was touched, and Xue Manzi asked him, "It's all designed by Xiaozhuang?"

He replied: "Yes, independent design."

The decorative patterns on the clothes are exceptionally brilliant, even if it is a cloud or a flower, where there are patterns are extremely complicated, this kind of delicacy is unique, and it is Zhuang Fanxin's patience in drawing jewelry designs in the past years.

Although each pattern is eye-catching, it strictly controls the size of the area, and there is a blank space like an empty mountain. The tailoring is smooth and the fabrics drape, which not only has the fineness comparable to the medieval Chinese clothing in England and France, but also has the natural elegance compared with the ancient Greek clothing.

Gu Zhuoyan always remembers that Zhuang Fanxin participated in the ACC design competition at the age of seventeen. In the end, using Chinese Go as an element and the trend of the chess game as a line, he designed a crown "Queen of White Chess" and won the championship.

He doesn't understand fashion design or art, but he understands Zhuang Fanxin, so he understands this show, drawing on the strengths of China and the West, the ultimate elegance, and the right shades.

Lu Wen came out. He is the most handsome and dazzling male model, and his costume is also called the finale in men's clothing. Gu Zhuoyan pursed his lips and smiled on his seat, took out his mobile phone to take a picture, and found that Gu Baoyan had sent him more than 40 unread articles...

Is it crazy? Gu Zhuoyan didn't click on it, and put away the phone after taking pictures.

A show didn't take too long, and the media on both sides were eager to take pictures after waiting for the designer to appear. In the backstage, Ophiopogon has already helped Zhuang Fanxin put on makeup, it is very light, but her complexion is much better.

Everyone in the backstage group was very busy, repairing makeup and changing clothes for each model in a short period of time. Near the end, all the models filed out, walking on the center line, and successfully completed this much-anticipated ready-to-wear show.

Zhuang Fanxin waited at the exit and took a deep breath. The last model left the U-shaped stage. The lights in the venue changed. He took a step and walked out.

Gu Zhuoyan looked straight at the top of the booth, Zhuang Fanxin appeared in anticipation, his black hair was full of lights, and his moon-white shirt had the gentleness of a drunken man who did not know the sky in the water. There is nothing to be done... At this moment, he stares from a distance, as if watching a morning star.

If there seems to be nothing, there is some uproar under the seat, and Gu Zhuoyan looks around in doubt.

Zhuang Fanxin took a few steps forward, stood in a more open position, and took the microphone to thank him.

suddenly! A reporter rushed onto the U-shaped stage, moving quickly and violently. When everyone was caught off guard, other media personnel rushed up and rushed up.

In less than ten seconds, Zhuang Fanxin was surrounded by crowds, and countless microphones were crowded in front of him. He was a little flustered. The interview was scheduled after the show, why did this happen...

The first reporter asked a question: "Director Zhuang, twenty minutes ago, another designer in silhouette published a long article revealing, have you read it?"

Zhuang Fan was stunned: "What..."

Someone asked: "Have you ever read jewelry design?"

With a buzzing sound in Zhuang Fan's mind, he stared blankly ahead, and all of a sudden, overwhelming questions came to him.

"Nine years ago, you copied other people's design works and refused to admit it. Is it true?"

"Did you apologize for framing the other party?"

"You were expelled from school for this, or was there another reason?"

"That's why you switched to studying fashion design?"

"You were almost sued for intentional wounding in the United States and almost went to jail, do you remember?"

"Have you plagiarized all these years?"

"Did this ready-to-wear show draw on other people's designs?"

The spotlight flashed dazzlingly, there was an uproar all around, and there was a sound of questioning all around. Zhuang Fanxin's face turned pale, and he was pinned to the spot by the net-like trial that grabbed his throat. With a thud, the microphone in his hand landed on the stage.

Like the last heartbeat before the end.

He was about to suffocate, thinking that he was back in the summer, and the words "help me" were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it until he hung up the phone.

Zhuang Fanxin closed his eyes and lost consciousness, but this time, Gu Zhuoyan, who came running, hugged him tightly.