Qiu Jiahe was clearly lost in memories. "I didn't join the drama club because I loved acting. I know you're angry because you're afraid I chose a job I didn't like because I was worried about you or wanted to stand by you forever, but that's not the case."
"Initially, I applied for the drama club because I was in the wrong position, and I complained about it more than once afterwards. But it wasn't until I stood on the stage and actually played a role for the first time that I really realized that I really liked it."
"I really like to stand on the stage and interpret another person's life, to become him and feel him. Just like Emily today, I will share her joys and sorrows, I will understand her sufferings and her joys, which is very happy for me."
"I can also guarantee that I didn't choose this path just to help you. Although if it weren't for Sister Ji and you today, I wouldn't have deliberately tried to enter the entertainment industry, but now that I have the opportunity, I don't want to give up at all. After all, if it wasn't true love, who could endure three years of torture from the devilish president?"
The two of them stopped walking unconsciously. Zhao Mei turned her head to look at her closest friend, closed her eyes and sighed, "Isn't that just me being sentimental? It's best if you like it. Since you know why I'm angry, you must know that I will understand, right?"
Qiu Jiahe rushed over and took Zhao Mei's arm, saying with a smile, "Then why are you still frowning? Be happy for me! I'm going to be a big star soon, and when I do, you have to contribute to my box office."
Zhao Mei was shaken by her: "You really are, I'm just worried that your parents will fight me to the death if they know that I kidnapped their only heir to act in a play."
Qiu Jiahe dragged Zhao Mei forward and said, "Oh, no, no, my parents are still so young, and I'm still young too. Why rush? Let's play for a few years first."
Zhao Mei was dragged by Qiu Jiahe back to the dormitory, and the awkward atmosphere of a little guilt quietly dissipated after the two of them talked it out. They returned to their daily routine of playing, talking and laughing. When they returned to the dormitory, they were both very sleepy and went to bed in a hurry after washing up.
It was almost noon when I woke up the next day. I had made an appointment with Qiu Jiahe to go out for a walk in the afternoon, but was interrupted by a call from Xu Yan and was forced to rush to the studio.
I came to the 18th floor again. I have to say that although only a week has passed, the overall environment has improved a lot. Although there is still garbage and dust everywhere, the glass doors have been removed, the lights have been installed, and the walls have been painted. The overall look is much more transparent and bright.
Walking into the innermost room, Zhao Mei was shocked by the fact that the room was even messier than last time. There were three or five whiteboards across the middle of the room, seven or eight clothes hangers piled with clothes, and countless mannequins.
"Sister Xu Yan, if you hadn't told me this was your office, I would have thought a world war had just broken out here." Zhao Mei pushed aside two whiteboards and two clothes hangers, and stepped over a mannequin that had fallen to the ground. Only then did she see Xu Yan hunched over the huge table.
Xu Yan didn't have time to look up at her, she just replied, "I want to be neater too, but you have to know that organizing a show by yourself is really busy. Luckily, your thoughtful and handsome butler took over the curatorial work for me, otherwise I think I would have died suddenly."
Looking at Xu Yan constantly sketching and revising on the desk, Zhao Mei, who had originally wanted to wait until she was done before asking, gave up and simply stood aside with her arms crossed: "So why did you pull me out of school? You called me and asked me to take leave to come, but now I'm here, you ignored me."
Xu Yan finished the last stroke, hung the tape measure around her neck, and looked up: "Of course I came to you to take a photo. Would I be stupid not to use a ready-made excellent model?"
"What? Me? How do I look like a model?" Zhao Mei pointed at her forehead. "I'm telling you, in my first half of life, I didn't even take a photo shoot, let alone a photoshoot. You want me to do it?"
Xu Yan walked around her desk and went to the nearest mannequin. She began to modify the pattern of her design. With a needle hanging from her mouth, her words were also vague: "Who else but you, my muse? These clothes are designed for you. Of course, you have to wear them, and..."
Xu Yan stopped fiddling with her clothes and turned to look Zhao Mei up and down. "Do you have any misunderstandings about your appearance and figure?"
Zhao Mei's hair stood on end when she was looked at, and she quickly put her hands on her chest and waved: "I'll definitely get people's attention. There's no misunderstanding, I just think I'm not good at taking pictures."
Xu Yan turned her head and said, "Don't worry, a photographer will be here to take pictures soon. He's an old friend of mine. Just follow his instructions. He's sure to like you."
"And it's not just because you're a good fit. I looked at our boss, Xiao Zhao. He has quite a few fans, hundreds of thousands. Of course, we have to make good use of them to promote the brand."
Zhao Mei rubbed her forehead and said helplessly, "So you didn't even think I would refuse?"
Xu Yan nodded with her back to Zhao Mei. Zhao Mei sighed and had to admit defeat. She took out her cell phone and contacted Qiu Jiahe, telling her that she might not be able to come back for a while. After that, she found a box made of unknown material and sat down.
While waiting for Xu Yan's friend, Zhao Mei watched Xu Yan working. Her eyes, which usually carried a hint of melancholy and a hint of playfulness, now revealed an extreme seriousness. Her medium-length hair with a silver-black gradient was slightly spread out, floating in front of her eyes. Her brows were slightly furrowed and her lips were slightly pursed. Her whole face was extremely serious. Only after she was satisfied with the revisions would she reveal a slightly relaxed smile.
This is completely different from her usual self. Xu Yan truly loves designing and making clothes. It seems like she was born to choose her life mission and has been consistent in doing so until she reached the pinnacle.
For no reason, Zhao Mei, who was holding up her head, looked at her with a look that gradually became complicated and envious. She envied this kind of goal-oriented life and this talent that allowed her to feel the rewards for her efforts, but she herself had never had it. Her only advantage was studying, and she had no choice because she was ostracized at school and her family had a sudden change.
Zhao Mei, who was still immersed in her thoughts, did not notice that Xu Yan had walked in front of her. She was startled and jumped up to look at Xu Yan.
Xu Yan was also startled by her reaction and quickly asked, "Are you okay? I didn't expect you to react so strongly. I just finished fixing this skirt and I saw you sitting here. What are you thinking about that makes you look so sad?"
"It's nothing, I just got startled..." Zhao Mei shook her head. "As for what you were thinking about? I actually have something to ask Sister Xu Yan."
Xu Yan pulled a box over from a distance and sat down. "What's wrong? Tell me. After all, I'm old enough to be a confidante."
"Sister Xu Yan, you're not that old, but I'm curious. Have you always been interested in designing clothes since you were a child? It seems like you really love it."
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