Feast of Flowers

The closer it was 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 got in the car heading to Mark's studio.

Mark originally designed this skirt in a dreamy style, and even named it "Dream". After many revisions, it became what it is now. The drape in her hand is between her and another embroiderer. It took a lot of effort to rush to make it, and there should be no accidents.

When he reached the downstairs of Mark's studio, Hua Jin handed the portable password box to him in person: "Mr. Mark, open it and see if this piece of silk meets your requirements."

Noting the blackness under Huajin's eyes, Mark's hand that opened the box paused: "Flower Embroidery Master, haven't you rested recently?"

"You need to be very careful when embroidering with gold thread. Although there are seven or eight embroiders in my studio, there are not many who can master gold thread embroidery." ,"You have a quick look, and I will go back to rest after reading."

"Thank you for your hard work." After Mark thanked him, he opened the lockbox and took out the brocade box. In order to create the feeling of mist and wings, the material of the silk is very thin, and the desired pattern is embroidered on it without affecting it. For the embroiderer, the lightness of the lightness is not a simple matter.

Moreover, there is not enough time. In order to complete this drape, Huajin has not had a good night's sleep for a week, relying on strong tea and coffee for refreshing.

The moment he opened the brocade box, Mark was stunned.

Seeing this piece of silk, he finally understood what Ambilight is.

Mark's assistant was also taken aback. He looked at this piece of silk carefully, and could hardly believe his eyes. Did the flower embroiderer embroider sunlight in?

"Embroidering this piece of silk may be my best performance in these years." Hua Jin stood up from the chair, "Mr. Mark, there are three days to go for the fashion conference. I wish you a stunning costume design at the exhibition. The four seats make the country famous."

"Thank you." Mark put the silk back into the brocade box carefully. He stood up and stretched out his hand towards the brocade. "I also wish the embroiderer better and better, every stitch and every thread are blooming."

Huajin stretched out her hand and shook Mark's hand together: "Goodbye."

"I'll send you." Mark lowered his head and glanced at the white tender palm he was holding together, and smiled and let go of his hand.

"You don't have to be so polite. I have been to your studio many times, but I 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 brought Huajin to the door until she walked into the elevator and the elevator door was closed, then turned back to the design room and opened the lid of the brocade box again.

"Mr."

"It's so beautiful." Mark gently rubbed the drape with his fingers. "Are you right?"

The assistant paused: "Yes."

Mark chuckled, without saying a word.

Putting the poncho into Mark's hands, Hua Jin relaxed herself. She sat in the car, leaning on the back of her chair. The driver didn't 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 took a look, Pei Yan sent her a few messages. The effect is that the meeting can only end in the afternoon, and she can't eat with her at noon.

Huajin: [Be serious in the meeting, don't go on business trips, I go to sleep when I go home to eat something, and call me when I come back at night. 】

Pei Yan: [Ok, I will be back as soon as possible. muah. 】

Seeing Pei Yan's reply, Hua Jin smiled and turned around to find a familiar person standing outside the gate. She stared at it for several seconds before recognizing it was Xu Si.

In her impression, Xu Si is a seemingly elegant but arrogant woman, almost unable to connect with her now.

Spotting the car Hua Jin was riding in, Xu Si stopped in front of the car with open arms. Seeing her move, 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 complexion changed. The two of them looked at each other, and she bit her lower lip: "How could it be you?"

"I'm sorry, it's me, I let you down." Hua Jin curled her lips and smiled. She regretted that she didn't wear red lipstick today, otherwise she should have more aura.

"That's right, after all, you are in Pei Yan's heart now. It's not strange to take his car, use his driver, and live in his house." Xu Si laughed sarcastically, "Is it happy to finally live in a rich family?"

"Luxury car, big house, and a beautiful man..." Hua Jin tilted her head, looking innocent and naive, "Of course I am very happy."

Xu Si's face paled: "Then I wish you will have these forever."

"Thank you, I accept your blessing." Hua Jin blinked, "Is there anything wrong with Miss Xu? If there is nothing wrong, please let me go. I want to go home."

"Whether it is your home or not, don't show off too early." Xu Si blurted out when he was unwilling.

"No way, people like me have shallow eyelids, and finally live in a mansion. It is uncomfortable not to show off. Thank you Miss Xu for sending me to show off." Hua Jin was not angry but smiled. She covered her mouth and smiled. Looking at Xu Si, "Ms. Xu was spoiled by thousands of people since she was a child, and she naturally looked down upon us ordinary people. But Miss Xu..."

Hua Jin put down his hands and looked at Xu Si seriously, "Everyone is born with someone who cares about him. It is a good thing that you have a good background, but it does not mean that you can rely on these to hurt unscrupulously. others."

"Money can make your life better, and it can make you see many things that ordinary people can't see. It is your support for enjoying life, not a tool for you to insult others." Hua Jin looked at Xu Si, "I hope this Afterwards, you can learn to respect."

"You don't need to reason with me. Why do you reason with me?" Xu Si sneered. "You poor people, you say so much, but you are jealous of me."

"But now you, what is worthy of my jealousy?" Hua Jin asked, "Your Xu family is now bankrupt, and you are no longer a beautiful young lady. Does it represent those classmates who have been bullied by you before, can you turn back? 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 carrying the flower brocade drive into the door of the villa, Xu Si stared blankly at the door that was closed again. For a long time, he squatted on the ground and cried after his feet became numb.

She doesn't know what she is crying, regret? Unwilling? anger?

All she knows is that in this lifetime, she doesn't want to meet those former classmates again.

After lunch, Hua Jin returned to the room. But for some reason, she was lying on the bed, but she was not sleepy. When she got up and turned on the computer, Hua Jin suddenly remembered the electronic diary account she had not logged in for many years.

Open the login page, Huajin entered the password.

The password used to be her birthday, and later changed to the day she first met Pei Yan.

After flipping through the records, Hua Jin smiled.

Unexpectedly, this website is still there, and all the naive remarks in the past are still there. Staring at the screen for a long time, she typed a sentence.

The weather is sunny on December 7, 2018

I met him and took his hand.

The international fashion conference is held every two years. In the past, the focus of domestic media was on the models on the catwalks and the stars who were invited to visit. Stars who go to this fashion conference are all shooting a lot of Reuters on the public platform.

If there are domestic models participating in the catwalk, it will attract countless attention, even those who are not interested in fashion, have to exaggerate.

But this year is different, because this fashion conference will be attended by domestic fashion designers. Before the fashion conference has started, some media have put the headline early on, "The most talented fashion designer in China 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" and "Surprised, this is the case for domestic fashion exhibits."

As the embroiderer who participated in the production, Hua Jin took the invitation letter and sat in the second row. To her a little surprise, sitting in the row behind her was Zhao Ni, who had custom-made a 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 the position was higher than her.

The people sitting in the first row of their district are all big-time figures. For example, sitting in front of this young monk is a famous wealthy boy who can't afford to offend Mr. Pei.

The two nodded okay, but did not talk because the catwalk had begun.

The first show was an international supermodel, and the clothing she wore was also designed by an internationally renowned master. The costumes designed by Mark are displayed in a lower order, and Huajin is not in a hurry, quietly admiring beautiful clothes and **** beauties.

Pei Yan, who was sitting in front of her, worried that she would be 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 is bought by the video website in which Pei Yan has a stake.

After the clothing show in the previous countries was over, the clothing designed by Mark was finally on display.

In the live video, the audience watching the live broadcast densely painted the barrage. Many people are saying, don't be a big red or green, or something like dragon, phoenix and jasmine.

When the first model came out, the live broadcast audience was boiling.

"Beautiful, beautiful, this skirt is so beautiful, this is the combination of fashion and national style!"

"Do you see the pattern on the skirt? Every step the model takes is like a process of blooming flowers. What kind of magical technology is this."

"Ahhhh, sister model, you go slower, 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 walked out of the backstage, I thought that the beauty of thousands of years ago traveled through time and space and came to the booth. Who said clothes with national style elements, foreigners Doesn't look good? This model is a typical Western European appearance, but wearing this national skirt is so beautiful that 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.

The last spectator who was already mad when he wore a skirt called Luan was almost stunned.

In the light, the model is like a beautiful bird turned into a beauty, and the clothes on her are her gorgeous feathers. The silk draped on his arm was like a divine bird stole the colorful clouds from the sky and embellished it on his body.

"Is this skirt really made by man?"

"Did the designer stole the clothes worn by the fairy?"

"The lines on the skirt are really fabric, not feathers?"

"I heard that the costume design inspiration for 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. See through."

"Meow meow, watching a fashion show made me cry. It's really not easy for our country to get to this point over the years."

"Have you noticed that the eyes of the foreign audiences who watched these costumes almost came out?"

"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 domestic exhibitors on 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~