When Xiao Yuanmu chased after him, the backstage had been completely closed and non-staff were not allowed to enter.
The security guard at the door saw Xiao Yuanmu's demeanor and knew that he was either rich or noble, so he was quite polite when he stopped him, and even asked one more question: "Sir, who are you looking for? Do you need me to contact you?"
Knowing the importance of this show to Song Xuanhe, Xiao Yuanmu didn't want to disturb him at this time, so he said, "No need."
Louis chased after him and just happened to see Xiao Yuanmu turning around.
"What's wrong?" Louis asked, "Didn't you see Song?"
Xiao Yuanmu nodded and said calmly: "He needs to concentrate at this time."
Louis walked side by side with him, smiling as he walked, "Let's go, the show is about to start. I was very excited when I saw the design album in your office before. I can't wait to appreciate his works. I think the clothes he designs should be suitable for me. In fact, my figure is suitable for wearing any clothes."
Xiao Yuanmu glanced at him calmly and said three words indifferently: "Not suitable."
"How is that possible?" Louis shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of helpless pride: "Believe me, it would be hard for any designer to refuse me to wear their clothes, and Song must be the same."
Xiao Yuanmu walked quickly without giving him even a glance.
Twenty minutes passed in a flash, and the show was about to begin.
All the guests have entered and found their seats. Some people discussed the design of the stage in low voices, and did not hide their praise and appreciation for the style in their words. Of course, more people cast their eyes on Xiao Yuan, Mu Luis, Guan Zhi and others in the front row.
They would come to see the debut of a designer who had no known background and no previous works. Naturally, they were not here for the designer. Their purpose was very clear. They all hoped that through this occasion they could get to know several bigwigs whom they would never have met before, such as Xiao Yuanmu.
But they didn't expect there would be an unexpected surprise. In addition to the known designer's lover Xiao Yuanmu and the legendary designer's friend Guan Zhi, there were also heirs of the Horsman family and people from the James family.
The debut show of an unknown designer, with four of the eight major chaebols gathered together, is a scene rarely seen even in the top banquets. Those who came to get business cards were so excited that their faces turned red.
Even if I can't talk to these people or get their business cards, but I can sit with them and watch the same show, which will be something I can brag about in the future.
Some people can suppress their excitement, while others can't.
A middle-aged man led a handsome young man through the neatly arranged seats and squeezed to the front row. With a smile on his face, he walked to Xiao Yuanmu and greeted him in an excited tone: "Mr. Xiao, do you still remember me? We met before at a banquet in the imperial capital."
The soft music before the show started already. The guests who knew the rules had quieted down, and the others who were less clear about the rules also mostly lowered their voices, so the sound ringing in the ears at this time became particularly harsh.
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes darkened slightly, and he swept his gaze over the young man's face with a shy smile. Under his dark eyes was a mocking smile, and he said lightly: "It turns out to be Mr. Bai and Master Bai Mo."
Mr. Bai nodded quickly, smiling even more brightly, and said, "I didn't expect Mr. Xiao to still remember us. You were wronged at our banquet at that time, and I have always felt very guilty. Bai Mo has always admired you, so I wanted to treat you to a meal to make amends. You are both young people, and you can make friends by spending some time together. What do you think, Mr. Xiao?"
"I don't think it's necessary." Xiao Yuanmu spoke slowly and his clear voice was lowered with a hint of coldness: "I don't like eating with people who don't follow the rules."
Mr. Bai was stunned. The editor-in-chief of the fashion magazine sitting next to him frowned and reminded him in a low voice: "Sir, the show is about to start. Please return to your seat and don't disturb others."
When Bai Mo heard what Xiao Yuanmu said, the smile on his face froze. At this time, he blushed when he heard the unexpected reminder from others. He quickly pulled his father's sleeve and whispered, "Dad, Master Song's show is about to start. Let's wait until it's over before inviting Mr. Xiao."
Mr. Bai looked at Xiamen unwillingly, glared at the fashion editor who had just spoken, and then smiled at Xiao Yuanmu and said, "Yes, yes, it was Bai who neglected it. Let's talk about it after this is over."
Bai Mo also smiled apologetically at Xiao Yuanmu, lowered his voice and whispered in his ear: "I'm sorry, this is my father's first time watching a show, I hope you can accept my apology on his behalf."
Xiao Yuanmu's emotionless eyes swept across Bai Mo's blushing cheeks and her not-so-pretty but moist and clear eyes. The corners of his mouth curved slightly and he said, "It's okay."
Bai Mo smiled gently at Xiao Yuanmu and pulled his father away.
"Who was that person just now?" Louis squeezed over and asked in a low voice beside Xiao Yuanmu's ear: "He seems to be very interested in you."
Xiao Yuanmu raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Really?"
Louis shrugged and said, "It seems that you are interested in him too. I have to observe two seconds of silence for that young gentleman." After that, he sat up straight, looking at the T-stage with a very serious expression, but there was still a hint of gloating in the corners of his eyes.
I wonder if the appearance of a love rival with ulterior motives will enhance the relationship between Song and Xiao, or cause conflicts between them. Wow, I'm really looking forward to it.
The soft music gradually lowered its pitch and the lights on the stage dimmed little by little, like the sound of a lively spring flowing into a stream, murmuring continuously, mixed with the rhythmic sound of drums. The models stepped to the beat of the drums, on the T-stage dominated by black and blue, and walked step by step into people's sight.
"This..." After the model at the beginning left, Louis couldn't help but approach Xiao Yuanmu again, and said in a voice that only Xiao Yuanmu could hear: "The model just now gave me a familiar feeling. Is he a famous model in China? But I don't seem to have seen him in magazines before, but he looked very good in that outfit. Song is very good at choosing models."
Xiao Yuanmu's eyes fell on the second model who had already walked out. He looked at the clothes on him and said lightly, "It looks better on me."
Louis paused, glanced at Xiao Yuanmu's calm profile with an indescribable look, rolled his eyes to the sky, and sat back.
After watching the entire show, Louis had to admit that more than half of the clothes today would fit Xiao Yuanmu better than those on the models. Although the editor-in-chief who had just sat in the audience had clearly expressed his appreciation and optimism for the show, the audience's response was also very good.
But Louis, who had seen the design drawings and had seen Xiao Yuanmu wearing the last formal suit in the drawings, felt that Song Xuan and these clothes might really have been designed for Xiao Yuanmu, because each of those clothes was very outstanding, but some models could not show off these clothes at their best, which made Louis feel a little sorry for him.
The first time he saw Song Xuanhe, Louis expressed this regret to him.
Song Xuanhe smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, but I think my models are all great."
Louis smiled at him, his eyes fell on the model that he felt familiar with before, and said to him: "What's the name of the first model who appeared before, who was also the finale? I think he is familiar, and I think after today, he will definitely be invited by major brands."
Song Xuanhe followed Louis's line of sight and smiled when he saw Yu Shu. He told Louis his name and said, "Yu Shu is my friend. If Mr. Louis has such a connection, I would be happy for you to introduce him to him."
Seeing Yu Shu after removing his makeup, Louis frowned and looked at him, then extended his hand to Yu Shu and said hello, and said to Song Xuanhe: "Now the familiar feeling is much less, but don't worry, I believe that someone will contact his agent without my introduction."
After Xiao Yuanmu got away from the crowd who were trying to strike up a conversation with him under various pretexts, he saw Song Xuanhe and Yu Shu standing side by side, chatting happily with Louis.
He walked up to Song Xuanhe, calmly helped him straighten his collar, and said lightly: "Congratulations, your debut was very successful."
Although Song Xuanhe was somewhat surprised by Xiao Yuanmu's sudden action, he did not think much about it. Today's success really made him very happy. He smiled and said, "Thank you."
"But since the clothes are designed for me." Xiao Yuanmu raised his eyes, looked at Song Xuanhe and said, "Then the clothes promised to me before should be delivered soon."
"certainly."
Song Xuanhe had already prepared clothes for Xiao Yuanmu, and he himself didn't know why, but every piece he cut by hand was made according to Xiao Yuanmu's size, so that when the model tried on the clothes, the size would be more or less wrong.
But even so, Song Xuanhe did not make any changes to the original clothes, but made a new one for the model. The clothes the model wore on the catwalk would be kept in the studio as a collection, and most of the clothes on the catwalk could only be displayed as styles. The ready-made clothes would not be made directly according to the catwalk, but would be modified according to the style and design to be more suitable for daily life or specific occasions.
So theoretically speaking, the clothes that Song Xuanhe left for Xiao Yuanmu are the only ones in the world.
As soon as the first show ended, someone asked about the custom-made versions of several sets of clothes on the catwalk today. Many designers will produce a few more high-end custom-made pieces in addition to the ones on the catwalk, limiting the number of each piece to two or three. This is both a way to retain high-end customers and a way of publicity. However, when Song Xuanhe heard Feng Tong say that someone wanted those clothes, he refused immediately.
Those clothes were originally designed for Xiao Yuanmu, so they only needed to be worn by him.
Yu Shu, who had just heard Song Xuanhe reject Feng Tong's entire process of making a piece of clothing for a customer, pursed his lips, took a half step back under Xiao Yuanmu's vague glance, and stopped Shiqi who was running excitedly to find Song Xuanhe.
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