The closer it got to the fashion conference, the calmer Hua Jin felt. She packed the embroidered shawl in a brocade box, locked it in a suitcase, and then got on the car to Mark's studio.
Mark originally designed this dress in a dreamy style and even named it "Dream". After many modifications, it became what it is now. The shawl in her hand was made by her and another embroiderer with a lot of effort, and no accidents could occur.
When they arrived downstairs of Mark's studio, Hua Jin personally handed the portable password box to him and said, "Mr. Mark, open it and see if this shawl meets your requirements."
Noticing the dark circles under Hua Jin's eyes, Mark paused when he opened the box: "Master Hua Xiu, haven't you had a good rest recently?"
"When embroidering with gold thread, you need to be extra careful. Although there are seven or eight embroiderers in my studio now, not many of them can master gold thread embroidery." Feeling sleepy, Hua Jin spoke more casually, "Take a quick look, and I'll go back to rest after you're done."
"Thank you for your hard work." After expressing his gratitude, Mark opened the password box and took out the brocade box. In order to create a feeling like mist and wings, the material of the shawl is very thin. It is not an easy task for the embroiderer to embroider the desired pattern on it without affecting its light feeling.
What's more, time is not enough. In order to complete this shawl, Hua Jin has not had a good night's sleep for a week and has to rely on strong tea and coffee to stay awake.
The moment he opened the brocade box, Mark was stunned.
When he saw the shawl, he finally understood what splendor meant.
Mark's assistant was also shocked. He looked at the shawl carefully and could hardly believe his eyes. Did the embroiderer embroider the sunlight into the shawl?
"Embroidering this shawl may be the best performance I have ever made in these years." Hua Jin stood up from her chair. "Mr. Mark, the fashion show will be held in three days. I hope the clothes you design will stun the crowd at the show and make the country famous."
"Thank you." Mark carefully put the shawl back into the brocade box. He stood up and stretched out his hand to Hua Jin. "I also wish Hua Jin to become better and better, and every stitch and every thread will be like a blooming flower."
Hua Jin stretched out her hand and held Mark's hand together: "Goodbye."
"I'll take you there." Mark looked down at the white and tender hand that was clasped with his, and smiled as he let go of his hand.
"Don't be so polite. I've been to your studio many times. Why would I need Mr. Mark to send me off?" Hua Jin picked up the bag and smiled at Mark. "See you at the fashion conference in three days."
"Well, goodbye." Mark sent Hua Jin to the door. He didn't turn around until she walked into the elevator and the elevator door closed. He went back to the design studio and opened the lid of the box again.
"gentlemen."
"It's really beautiful." Mark stroked the shawl with his fingertips. "Don't you think so?"
The assistant paused: "Yes."
Mark chuckled and said nothing more.
After handing the shawl to Mark, Hua Jin felt relieved. She sat in the car, leaning back to rest. The driver didn't dare to disturb her and turned off the music in the car.
When she was almost home, Hua Jin opened her eyes and took out her phone to check it out. Pei Yan had sent her a few messages, saying that the meeting would not end until the afternoon and he would not be able to have lunch with her.
Hua Jin: [Be serious in the meeting and don't be absent-minded. I'll go home, eat something and go to bed. Call me when I come back in the evening.]
Pei Yan: [Okay, I'll be back as soon as possible. Muah.]
Seeing Pei Yan's reply, Hua Jin smiled and turned around to find a familiar-looking person standing outside the gate. She stared at him for several seconds before she realized it was Xu Si.
In her impression, Xu Si was a woman who seemed elegant but was actually arrogant, which was almost impossible to associate with her present self.
After discovering the car Hua Jin was riding in, Xu Si opened her arms and blocked the car. Seeing her action, Hua Jin suddenly remembered that Xu Si's father and uncle had done the same thing a few months ago.
She asked the driver to stop the car, opened the window and said, "Ms. Xu."
When Xu Si found out that the person in the car was not Pei Yan, her expression changed. When their eyes met, she bit her lower lip and said, "Why is it you?"
"I'm sorry, it's me who disappoints you." Hua Jin curled the corners of her lips and smiled. She regretted not wearing bright red lipstick today, otherwise her smile would have been more powerful.
"That's right. After all, you are Pei Yan's favorite now. It's not surprising that you ride in his car, use his driver, and live in his house." Xu Si laughed, "Finally, you live in a wealthy family. Aren't you happy?"
"A luxury car, a big house, and a handsome man..." Hua Jin tilted her head, looking innocent and naive, "Of course I am extremely happy."
Xu Si's face turned pale: "Then I wish you to have these forever."
"Thank you very much. I accept your blessing." Hua Jin blinked, "Miss Xu, do you have anything else to do? If not, please move aside. I want to go home."
"It's not certain whether it's your home or not. Don't show off too early." Xu Si blurted out unwillingly.
"I can't help it. I'm a short-sighted person. I finally live in a mansion. I feel uncomfortable if I don't show off. Thank you Miss Xu for letting me show off." Hua Jin smiled instead of getting angry. She covered her mouth and smiled at Xu Si. "Miss Xu has been spoiled since she was a child. Naturally, she looks down on people like us from ordinary families. But Miss Xu..."
Hua Jin put down his hand and looked at Xu Si seriously. "Everyone is born with someone who cares about him. You have a good background, which is a good thing, but it doesn't mean that you can take advantage of it and hurt others unscrupulously."
"Money can make your life more comfortable and allow you to see many things that ordinary people cannot see. It is your reliance on enjoying life, not a tool for you to bully others." Hua Jin looked at Xu Si, "I hope that after this incident, you can learn to respect others."
"You don't have to reason with me. Why should you reason with me?" Xu Si sneered, "You poor people are just jealous of me."
"But what is there about you now that I should be jealous of?" Hua Jin asked, "Your Xu family is now bankrupt, and you are no longer a glamorous young lady. Does that mean that those classmates you bullied in the past can now bully you in return?"
Xu Si fell silent.
"Master, let's go in." Hua Jin didn't want to say anything more to Xu Si and closed the window.
Watching the car loaded with flowers and brocade drive into the gate of the villa, Xu Si stared blankly at the door that closed again. He was in a daze for a long time, until his feet began to go numb, and then he squatted on the ground and cried.
She didn't know why she was crying. Was she crying out of regret? Reluctance? Anger?
All she knew was that she never wanted to meet her former classmates again in this life.
After lunch, Hua Jin returned to her room. But for some reason, she didn't feel sleepy while lying on the bed. She got up and turned on her computer, and suddenly remembered her electronic diary account that she hadn't logged into for many years.
Opening the login page, Hua Jin entered the password.
The password used to be her birthday, but it was later changed to the day she first met Pei Yan.
After looking through the records one by one, Hua Jin smiled.
I didn't expect that this website still exists, and those childish comments are still there. After staring at the screen for a long time, she typed a sentence.
December 7, 2018, sunny
I met him and held his hand.
The International Fashion Conference is held every two years. In the past, the focus of domestic media has been on the models walking the runway and the celebrities invited to visit. The celebrities who attend this fashion conference will take a lot of Reuters photos and post them on public platforms.
If domestic models participate in the fashion show, it will attract countless attention. Even people who are not interested in fashion will praise them.
But this year is different, because domestic fashion designers will participate in this fashion conference. Before the fashion conference even started, some media had already put up headlines such as "The most talented fashion designers in China will make a stunning appearance at the International Fashion Conference with their clothes", "What kind of impact will the young and talented fashion designers have on the international fashion circle", and "Surprisingly, domestic fashion exhibits are like this".
As an embroiderer who participated in the production, Hua Jin took the invitation and sat in the second row. To her surprise, the person sitting in the row behind her was Zhao Ni, who had customized a cheongsam from her before.
Zhao Ni was even more surprised than Hua Jin. She had never thought that Hua Jin, a young and ordinary embroiderer, could be invited here and be ranked higher than her.
Those sitting in the first row of their area are all big shots. For example, the one sitting in front of this young monk is Mr. Pei, a famous money-giving boy whom most people cannot afford to offend.
The two nodded to each other but did not talk because the fashion show began.
The first show was by an international supermodel, and the clothes she wore were also designed by an internationally renowned master. The clothes designed by Mark were exhibited later in the show, but Hua Jin was not in a hurry, and quietly admired the beautiful clothes and sexy beauties.
Pei Yan, who was sitting in front of her, was worried that she was bored, so he kept looking back. However, Hua Jin was so engrossed in the stage that she had no time to respond to his loving gaze.
This fashion conference was broadcast live in many countries at the same time. China was no exception, and the live broadcast rights were bought by a video website in which Pei Yan had a stake.
After the fashion shows of the previous countries were over, it was finally time for the clothing designed by Mark to be exhibited.
In the live video, the audience watching the live broadcast filled the comments with dense comments, and many people were saying that you should never use bright red or green, or any dragon and phoenix jasmine flowers.
When the first model came out, the live audience went wild.
"Beautiful, beautiful, this skirt is so beautiful, it is the combination of fashion and traditional Chinese style!"
"Do you see the pattern on the skirt? Every step the model takes is like a flower blooming. What kind of magical high-tech is this?"
"Ahhh, model sister, please walk slower, I haven't admired this skirt enough!!"
When the second model came out, the audience was already going crazy.
"Oh my god, is this designer a god? The moment this model walked out from the backstage, I thought a beauty from thousands of years ago traveled through time and space and walked onto the stand. Who says clothes with Chinese style elements don't look good on foreigners? This model has a typical Western European look, but wearing this Chinese style dress, she is so beautiful that it makes people want to lick the screen."
When the third and fourth models appeared on the platform, the audience had no other reaction except "ah ah ah" in the barrage.
When the last one wore a floor-length dress named Luan, the already crazy audience was almost stunned.
Under the light, the model seemed like a beautiful bird transformed into a beauty, the clothes on her body were her gorgeous feathers, and the scarf draped over her arm was like a divine bird stealing the colorful clouds in the sky and embellishing her body with them.
“Is this skirt really made by a human?”
“Did the designer steal the clothes that the gods wear?”
"Are the patterns on the skirt actually made of fabric and not feathers?"
"I heard that the inspiration for the clothing designs exhibited by my country this time comes from Chinese mythology. I think the designer did it. This mysterious beauty is like my country's thousands of years of culture. Even if we spend our entire lives, we will never be able to fully understand it."
"My goodness, I cried just watching a fashion show. It's really not easy for our country to reach this point over the years."
"Did you notice that the eyes of the foreign audiences at the scene almost popped out of their heads when they saw these costumes?"
“I see. I see.”
The live broadcast of the fashion conference has not yet ended, but online media have already posted photos of the domestic clothing exhibitors on public platforms, and countless netizens are excited.
The author has something to say: Pei Yan: I have nothing to say today, see you tomorrow~
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