Hearing this inquiry, Ji Mingshu raised his head subconsciously.
The man is tall, around 185, about the same as Cen Sen, and looks about the same age as Cen Sen. The suit on his body is the autumn and winter new style released by Chrischou in June this year. It is ironed and fits well, with a gentle and clean temperament and handsome eyebrows.
But she didn't know it, nor had she seen it.
She glanced at Jiang Chun beside her as if inadvertently, unexpectedly Jiang Chun also turned her head to look at her in a daze, with innocence and dullness written all over her face.
Ji Mingshu: "..."
The little goose didn't know him either.
She originally thought that this was a new face who had just entered the circle recently and came to get close to her, but now it seems that it is not.
She was too lazy to guess, and asked straight to the point: "Hello, do we know each other?"
The man looked at her deeply, the smile on his lips widened, and his voice was as clear as knocking gold and jade, "Xiao Shu, you are still exactly the same as when you were a child."
The three words "when I was a child" fell into Ji Mingshu's ears, like the key to a magic box, inadvertently bringing out a piece of old and yellowed childhood memories. She stared at the man in a daze, and the doubts in her eyes gradually faded away. , the outline of the man slowly changed and shrunk, seamlessly overlapping with a certain blurred face in memory.
It's just that her voice was still a little hesitant, "Cen...Brother Cen Yang?"
The man laughed again, nodding his head very simply to admit it, and playing around with it: "It's hard for Miss Ji to have a lot of people, and she hasn't forgotten me, including my name."
Ji Mingshu didn't know whether he was too shocked or the reflex arc was too long, so he didn't say anything for a while.
Jiang Chun, who was standing aside, was not stupid. When he heard this surname, he felt that it was full of stories.
The surname is Cen, this is the Cen family. Judging by their age, could they be brothers with Cen Sen
But if it's a brother, how could Ji Mingshu almost recognize him after not seeing him for so many years
In just a few seconds, Jiang Chun imagined a big fight for the succession of a wealthy family between brothers fighting against each other. He even pushed Ji Mingshu, and asked in a low voice, "Who is this? He's quite handsome, Cen Sen's cousin." Or some kind of illegitimate half-brother?"
Ji Mingshu finally came back to his senses after being pushed by this.
But after she regained consciousness, there was no extra emotion in her heart other than shock, she subconsciously turned her head and glanced in Cen Sen's direction.
Coincidentally, after the big show, the piano ladder automatically retracted, and the runway landscaping of the old ship was slowly rotating. In just a few seconds, its rotating position just blocked the direction of the showroom from the viewing area.
Ji Mingshu didn't know what he was thinking, Cen Yang raised his hand and looked at his watch at the right time, and suddenly said: "Sorry Xiaoshu, I have something to do today, so I can't chat with you anymore, I will treat you to afternoon tea in a few days, we Let's talk again."
He took out his phone, called up the QR code interface, and handed it to Ji Mingshu, "This is my WeChat, add it."
"Oh, good."
Ji Mingshu didn't even have time to think, so he passively took out his phone and added his WeChat.
Cen Yang changed the note to "Xiao Shu" in front of her, shook his phone, and said with a smile: "I just registered a WeChat account when I returned to China recently, and you are my third friend."
Before Ji Mingshu answered, he put away his phone again, "Okay, I'm leaving first, I'll contact you later."
Until Cen Yang walked out of sight, Ji Mingshu was still in a dream, unable to recover for a long time.
Such a big living person disappeared when he was young, and reappeared after more than ten or twenty years, which is really magical.
Jiang Chun stood aside, stared at Cen Yang's back for a while, then stared at Ji Mingshu sternly, and asked, "Tell me, do you have any affair with brother Cen Yang?! As soon as you see him, you will have sex with him." Bewitched by the impermanence of black and white, I stayed here for a long time... Hey, the conflict between you and Cen Sen could not be because there is such a childhood sweetheart brother in it? But then again, why have I never heard you mention it? There is such a number one person???"
Before Ji Mingshu opened his mouth, Jiang Chun let go of her arm again, and said in a low voice, "Ji Shi Shushu, you have changed, you have a little secret for me!"
Ji Mingshu stared at her with a look of "Could it be that you have been hit by the downgrading of the singer's civilization", vividly explaining what it means to say that there are countless words.
On the other side, Cen Sen had been sitting in his original position, and before he could see what the man Ji Mingshu bumped into looked like, he was blocked by the rotating catwalk.
He finished asking Zhou Jiaheng unhurriedly, got up and walked towards Ji Mingshu.
It's just that after the big show, the scene was in a hurry. When he got to the place where Ji Mingshu was standing before, no one was there, and there were no people around.
A quarter of an hour later, Zhou Jiaheng sent a first-line information from the showroom, "Madam and Miss Jiang Chun are trying on clothes. Apart from the ones you mentioned, Madam seems to like the white dress worn by the model in the opening show."
"Buy it."
Zhou Jiaheng replied "Yes" and didn't mention any other men.
Cen Sen didn't ask any more questions.
Chrischou's early spring show opened with great momentum and ended with amazing praise.
A few days after the show, entertainment gossip and fashion media still frequently mentioned and discussed it.
It’s just that the former focuses more on the stars who come to watch the show—the stars’ costumes, hairstyles and makeup, the order of the photos taken before and after the seats, and the unsolved mystery of the entertainment industry’s sisterhood in the same frame, all of which can be used to make a big fuss. good material.
The latter is more professional and in-depth, discussing the significance of chrischou’s domestic show this time, the advantages and disadvantages of the three series of designs this season, the similarities and differences between this work and his previous styles, and which aspects belong to inheritance On the one hand, it belongs to subversion... Of course, what is frequently mentioned is the design of this show.
For example, Gu Kaiyang's magazine wrote in an exclusive interview: "December has just entered the early winter, and Chrischou released next year's early spring ready-to-wear collection at the Imperial Palace Hotel..."
"chirschou once again invited interior designer Ji Mingshu to collaborate on the early spring show of "Golden Love", and created an immersive video art installation of the same name to give full play to the ultimate sensory experience. In this era, the rotating ship in the main show is also ingenious."
"This season's early spring show has stepped out of Chrischou's inherent style from the show to the fashion. In terms of the combination of modern minimalist art and Chinese elements and retro style, Chirschou and his interior design partner have handed over a perfect answer sheet. "
Chrischou's thank you speech in the last two minutes almost pushed Ji Mingshu to the front of the stage almost directly, giving her a high profile in the room.
Like "Zero", when many fashion magazines and media write reviews, they will subconsciously dig deep into this interior designer, but after digging, they find that she has no other works.
Of course, it doesn't matter too much, just brag about her academic qualifications, bragging that she is chirschou's queen partner, and that's it. Knowing that she is a top socialite, she is not afraid of death and dares to write about it, and will directly give her the title of a celebrity designer.
All of a sudden, rainbow farts came one after another.
In the past, when Ji Mingshu didn't do anything, people would praise her every day for her kindness, kindness, good taste, but now that she has done something serious, the praise can be extended in all directions, three-dimensionally and multi-dimensionally.
Ji Mingshu couldn't even look at it. After Chrischou left, she just lay on the bed and lay there for two full days, her mind was full of barrage at double speed——
Does Sen Sen still have a conscience? When will you beg Ben to come home? Can the little money earned from this job last until then? Am I afraid I have to wait until I die? ! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much work! This sparrow has endured too much tvt!
Just when Ji Mingshu Xianyu refused to turn around, Cen Yang, whom she ran into at the show that day, sent her a message, saying that a friend of mine bought a courtyard house at No. 3 Xijing, and hoped to find someone to help with the design. .
Ji Mingshu subconsciously replied, "No, no, no."
After returning, she was embarrassed to say that it was because she was so tired and didn't want to work recently, so she had to explain euphemistically: "I'm not very good at doing Chinese design, and I just finished the show, and my inspiration seems to be exhausted, but I know a very good Chinese designer, I can recommend it to you."
Cen Yang said yes, so she dug out the business card of another group of designers she knew from the previous recording program from the address book, and pushed it over to him.
Not long after, Cen Yang asked her again if she had time to come out for afternoon tea or dinner. I haven't seen her for many years and wanted to catch up with her.
She had just pushed a design job, so she couldn't refuse it one after another. Besides, she couldn't find a reason to refuse Cen Yang's request. She doesn't have a deep impression of many things when she was a child, but she still remembers that Cen Yang was very kind to her when she was a child.
Without much hesitation, she replied with the word "yes".
Ji Mingshu lay in a daze during his days of salty fish, and didn't pay attention to the time. Only when they approached the meeting did he find out that the day Cen Yang asked her to have dinner was Christmas Eve.
In the French restaurant on Christmas Eve, ethereal and soothing music danced in the air. Under the orange-toned lighting, the exquisite tableware was crystal clear and shiny, and every detail of the cups, tables and chairs was full of French elegance.
Ji Mingshu was led by the waiter all the way to the place Cen Yang had reserved, and all he saw along the way were young couples who were out for a feast.
Cen Yang raised his hand to her from a distance, got up again, and helped her pull out the soft chair.
Ji Mingshu sat down uncomfortably.
Cen Yang also went back to sit opposite, poured some red wine for her, and asked with a smile: "Do you feel a little awkward? Actually, I am a little bit too."
After pouring the red wine, he pressed the bottom of the glass and pushed it forward, and continued: "I'm sorry, Xiao Shu, I didn't think carefully. The people who will come out for a big dinner tonight seem to be young couples."
Cen Yang said it so frankly, Ji Mingshu was too embarrassed to look uncomfortable.
She took a sip of the wine, then shrugged slightly, "It's okay, it just so happens that I haven't eaten French food for a long time."
Cen Yang nodded and ordered food with her.
It's too easy for people who have known each other to warm up again. The two chatted naturally from the dishes to the experience of eating French food for the first time when they were young.
At that time, both of them were young and ignorant. Ji Mingshu pretended to cut the steak with his short hands, but he didn't know how. On Yang's face, Cen Yang didn't care about her little one, and he still had a sense of responsibility like a big brother. He cut his own steak and exchanged dishes with her.
These things have been going on for so long, Ji Mingshu usually has a hard time remembering them, but when Cen Yang mentioned them, she gradually remembered them, and the more she thought about them, the more she felt that she was funny and embarrassing when she was young. Yang Youshi used the jokes to fight back.
A complete French meal can last a full two hours, and eating with someone like Cen Sen who "say one more word counts as a loser", Ji Mingshu always finds it boring and difficult, and talking with Cen Yang is a topic of conversation. We ate together, but surprisingly enjoyed the whole process.
Moreover, when he grew up, Cen Yang was the same as when he was a child, he knew how to measure, and the topics of conversation were very easy, and he didn't remember the past like a hundred thousand whys as soon as he came up.
It wasn't until the end of drinking coffee that the smile on Cen Yang's face faded, and he brought up a sensitive topic, "I heard that you married him, is he treating you well?"
Although Cen Yang took care of the harmonious atmosphere throughout the whole process, Ji Mingshu had a faint feeling before he came... He would definitely ask about Cen Sen's feelings. Sure enough, what should come has come.
She also took a sip of coffee, thought about it seriously, and replied.
After hearing this, Cen Yang was a little startled, and after a while he said "hmm", then lightly changed the subject and said, "I'll take you home."
Ji Mingshu nodded, took his handbag, and got up.
The music of the French restaurant is still ethereal and soothing, and the lighting is still very emotional.
One hour, forty-three minutes and thirty seconds.
Cen Sen sat not far away, lowered his wrist, and took a sip of coffee expressionlessly.
This season, no matter where the Christmas atmosphere is, there is a strong Christmas atmosphere. There are also Christmas trees in the French restaurant and Christmas snowflakes on the windows. Cen Sen is the only one sitting in the corner, out of tune with the joy and bustle.
Seeing Cen Yang and Ji Mingshu leave the restaurant, he also got up slowly.
Today he drove the car by himself without prior notice. He wanted to go directly to Xinggang International to pick up Ji Mingshu for dinner and watch a movie, but he didn't want to meet her downstairs and take a taxi to go out.
When he came, he followed Ji Mingshu's taxi far away, and when he left, he followed the white Mercedes in front of him far away.
The belated first snow falls.
He opened the window, as if he could not feel the cold winter wind.
The author has something to say: - He treats me sometimes well and sometimes badly, but I like him.