Chapter 111 He is not worthy of you (please subscribe)
The breeze is blowing.
Although she felt the wind blowing on her face, which could not wipe away the hot flush after drinking, Liu Qianqian insisted on sending Xiang Yang to the car.
In the night, the two held hands and walked slowly towards the car marked 207.
“Hey.”
Not knowing what she was thinking of, Liu Qianqian suddenly laughed out loud.
"Okay, I'm leaving. You can have a rest later." When he came to the car, he turned to Xiangyang, raised his hand to help Liu Qianqian, who was laughing so hard, hold the flying hair, and looked at her Ripples in the eyes.
“Damn it, she looks even more beautiful after drinking wine” Xiang Yang muttered in his heart.
Although her appearance was attractive, there was something else about her that always caught his attention.
She is very kind and gentle. Her playfulness and cuteness that she reveals from time to time, as well as her intelligence when she has a sudden flash of inspiration, are what make Xiang Yang fall in love with her.
He likes these things that others tend to overlook, and these are the things that fascinate him.
Without these, beauty is worthless.
"I understand, you have to go back and have a good rest." Liu Qianqian nodded obediently in agreement. Like a little girl, she hugged Xiang Yang's waist, raised her head, and looked at Xiang Yang intently. He smiled and asked, "Hey, do you like me?"
"Of course I do." Xiang Yang pinched her nose.
This goblin is a bit talkative after drinking. Isn’t it obvious that he is?
I don’t know how many times I have answered this question
“I like you very much too.” When she spoke, she raised her legs slightly, gave a kiss and whispered:
"Originally, I wanted to put the little train by the bedside myself, so I'll let you do it for me. I'll go check it out when the time comes."
"Well, don't worry." Xiang Yang smiled, After stroking her hair twice, he looked sideways at the door of Principal An's house and said reluctantly:
"Go back quickly, don't let uncle and auntie wait too long."
< br>
"Well, I know, kiss me, my pumpkin coachman."
"Okay"
Tenderly for a moment, he stood in front of the car and watched Liu Qianqian walk back to the door, no She waved her hands to herself, and Xiang Yang took a deep breath.
There was still a faint smell of alcohol on the corner of his mouth, which made him feel a little sweet.
But as the wine slowly dissipated, the sadness that accompanied it became bitter and shrouded my heart.
"Pumpkin Coachman." Xiang Yang thought of the origin of the Pumpkin Coachman in the story "Cinderella" and smiled self-deprecatingly.
"Mom"
As soon as she entered the door, she saw Liu Xiaoli coming down the stairs, and Liu Qianqian wanted to chat for a while. She felt that maybe, with the help of alcohol, she could say something.
"Sissi, go to bed early. If anything happens, we'll talk tomorrow." Liu Xiaoli, who had already helped her daughter tidy up the room, shook her head gently, "Go and take a bath. It's no better than your father's place." I didn’t learn anything.”
Liu Qianqian pouted stubbornly, “I just drank a little, how could I be as greedy as my dad?”
"He..." Liu Xiaoli rolled her eyes when she heard Principal An. She didn't even bother to say anything about her ex-husband.
"Then I'm going to take a shower first, mom." Knowing that Principal An must have drunk again and then fell asleep, Liu Qianqian smiled and walked upstairs while saying, "My dad is happy today. , let him drink more.”
Hearing this, Liu Xiaoli fell silent.
She turned around and looked at her daughter's back going upstairs, sighing silently.
This silly girl really regards her father as a good person. There are some things that can be done according to one's temper.
When the time comes, the one who suffers and gets hurt is the woman after all.
The evening breeze blows and Xiang Yang returns home. When he walks into the door carrying a brown paper bag, he is surprised to find that the book covered by the brown paper bag The wrapped book is still inside.
“What a silly guy.” Xiang Yang couldn’t help but smile.
After putting on new slippers, he walked to the bookcase and carefully put the books away. He then carried the paper bag to the bedroom, took out the wrapped toy car from it, and looked at it carefully.
Fortunately, Liu Qianqian didn’t buy a ‘Thomas the Tank Engine’ childishly.
Looking at the old locomotive, Xiang Yang smiled happily, the moonlight mixed with the yellow sunlight shining on his smiling face.
"I hope you can move forward bravely."
When he placed it, Xiangyang patted it gently.
Then he walked out of the bedroom with the bag and wrapping paper, placed them beside the trash can, and then came to his workbench.
There are also some unfinished sketches on it, including the follow-up sports series, some clothes from the 20s and 30s, and some modern fashion designs for movies.
Looking at the sketches, Xiangyang squirmed, and with a slight frown, he carefully looked at the lines outlined on the several drawings.
How to tell the story of sweet life, express relaxation and leisure through fashion, so that they can dazzle the audience's heartstrings in their casual outfits? A gorgeous but not burdensome dress? A soft, flowy dress? A coat made of high-end materials? Or is it just an accessory? How about a beret, for example?
Thinking of the beret, Xiang Yang couldn't help but think of its predecessor, the 'bell hat'.
The reasons for the changes in women's fashion in the 1920s were many and complex. Due to material shortages and rationing due to the war, skirts had to be moved upwards, and women began to leave the house and participate in jobs that were originally only for men.
This allowed lightweight and comfortable straight-cut silhouettes to become popular and develop more structural proportions.
The upper body is deliberately flattened, the slender waist is relaxed, and the waistline is moved down to near the hip line. Combined with short hair (a representative bob), the overall appearance of the dress is long and tubular.
This shape makes women who were originally popular for concave and convex body shapes begin to pursue a flat figure, which looks like a tall, thin and underdeveloped boy.
In addition, Xiang Yang can also understand why the first investor Anna looked for was her good friend ‘Lafayette’.
Because women’s fashion in the 1920s cannot avoid Chanel, an outstanding woman who changed the direction of fashion. Her transformation and understanding of fashion come from the ordinary working class, and she transforms her active exploration of fabrics used for work clothes and underwear into elegant, comfortable, and emerging casual clothing.
This "poverty fashion" made her famous, although her clothes still use high-end fabrics such as silk, and the production process is also extremely exquisite to cater to the 'aristocratic' circle.
Perhaps, it is precisely because the fashion style of the 1920s featured futurism, constructivism, brutalism, and constructivism... Everything is changing boldly, and everyone is fearlessly exploring and moving forward... Also, there is a strong interest in foreign cultures and The obsession and curiosity about art...
Many fashion designers define it as the 'golden age'.
"Cuckoo"
Unknowingly, The stars at night passed through the long darkness, and when the first ray of sunlight came quietly, the disturbing calls of pigeons came from outside the window. They flapped their wings in groups and came to the balcony, swaying non-stop. Head, look inside.
Xiang Yang stretched out a lot, rubbed his sore fingers, and Xiang Yang threw his wrist again.
The pen Liu Qianqian gave him is good for everything. The only disadvantage is that it is not suitable for sketching. Over time, his wrist will become sore.
But he liked it.
After staying up all night, he looked at the graceful lightness left by his pen tip and smiled slightly.
I wonder what she will look like wearing such clothes in the future?
While he was thinking, the ringing sound of the phone interrupted his reverie. When he picked up the phone and was about to take a look, Xiangyang couldn't help but yawned and muttered in disbelief:
"Who would call me so early?"
As he said that, he looked over and saw the three words 'Jiang Mumu' flashing on the screen, which made him suddenly stunned.
? ? ?
How could this silly girl contact me so early in the morning?
Are you sick again?
"Cough"
After answering the phone, Xiang Yang cleared his throat, and Jiang Mumu's distinctive, slightly panicked exclamation came to his ears: "Boss, you have been hung up on the Internet!" "I , was hung up on the Internet?" Xiang Yang frowned.
On the other end of the phone, Jiang Mumu said with a worried look: "Uh, boss, you went shopping with my idol yesterday, right? Did you meet a fan?"
Hearing what Jiang Mumu was talking about, Xiang Yang seemed a little uninterested.
"Just because of this, you called me so early in the morning?"
"Uh, boss, are you sleeping?"
"No, I just finished the sketch."
< br>"Then boss, you should pay more attention to rest. Staying up late is not good for your health as you get older. No, no, boss, don't divert my attention. What I want to say is that I see many people scolding you on the Internet, comfort and comfort You." Jiang Mumu said a long sentence in one breath, but she didn't seem to finish the sentence, as if she was deliberately waiting for Xiangyang's reply.
“Oh, someone scolded me again.” Xiang Yang shrugged indifferently, “Then let them scold me.”
Faced with this kind of thing, Xiang Yang, who had experienced it once, told the truth, he could only try his best to maintain his mentality and look at it a little bit. Anyway, Jiang Mumu didn't need to tell him, he could probably guess what people on the Internet were saying.
A bunch of guys who can't eat the grapes and say the grapes are sour.
Well, he still admitted that he would feel quite disgusted when he thought about those remarks, especially the more radical ones, and those involving his parents would make him angry.
But now it is 2009, and Xiangyang can only persuade himself in this way.
"Boss, are you and my idol like you said on the Internet?" Seeing that he had laid the groundwork, Jiang Mumu cautiously tested it.
"What kind?"
"The Internet says that you two are very close."
"Oh, you ask that." Xiangyangba pulled his head, came to the bathroom, and looked at his wrist The time was on the watch and he said: "Jiang Mumu, which couple have you ever seen that didn't kiss me when they were together?"
"Uh" Jiang Mumu's eyes widened instantly, and her eyelashes were trembling.
But before she could react, the call was hung up.
Listening to the busy signal coming from inside, Jiang Mumu was stunned... When he called back in a panic, he almost gritted his teeth when he heard the voice "The user you dialed has turned off" coming from inside.
Can’t you just let me have a meal? !
It’s not that I don’t wish you both well.
A touch of sadness enveloped Jiang Mumu's thoughts. Before that, she at least had a sense of luck, thinking that just because of her relationship with Xiang Yang, there was no way she could get close to her idol.
I never thought that this man could be so heartless!
Surprisingly, she was only allowed to taste it.
It would be better not to eat it in the first place.
Staring at the screen of her mobile phone, Jiang Mumu tightened her nose, feeling extremely aggrieved.
As for Xiangyang, after turning off his phone, he started brushing his teeth and washing his face.
From time to time, I would go to the mirror and look at the bloodshot eyes. It seemed that Jiang Mumu was right. She should be careful not to stay up late and hurt her body.
But thinking of her furious look at the moment, Xiang Yang couldn't help but smile.
It’s time to clean up. Can melons be eaten casually?
At least before you eat it, you have to ask: Is this melon of yours still ripe?
After wiping his face with a towel, Xiang Yang returned to the bedroom with a smirk on his face. After charging his mobile phone, he walked to the window and prepared to close the curtains to block the yellow sunshine in the morning glow outside and have a peaceful sleep. .
A new day has arrived, and the warm sunshine shines on his face.
He stared at the rising sun in the morning glow, until his eyes began to feel sore, and his body relaxed, and his brain, which had been so excited all night, felt tired.
After closing the curtains and returning to bed, he fell asleep.
“Hmm~”
The sky began to brighten.
A murmuring voice came from the soft quilt.
Then, two fair and pink arms stretched out from the quilt, and their fingers grabbed the air and formed a fist.
Then the weak body slipped out from under the quilt and gently propped up her body. Regardless of the hair that was still hanging on her chest and covering her white cheeks, Liu Qianqian whispered. "Good morning~"
After saying that, she brushed her hair to her face, got up from the bed with bare feet, and immediately picked up the mobile phone placed by the bedside.
Ignoring the missed calls and text messages that she didn't care about, Liu Qianqian dialed the number immediately. It was Xiang Yang.
Then after a beep, what she heard was a cold shutdown prompt.
This disturbed her joyful mood, and she frowned slightly.
In her impression, Xiangyang rarely turns off his phone, except when boarding a plane... If he is busy on weekdays, he basically just doesn't answer the phone.
But before she could think about it, she clicked on the unread text message and clearly felt her body trembling, and her heart started to panic.
A few minutes later, she stumbled from the bedroom to the dining room. Liu Xiaoli seemed to have a good rest. She was full of energy and sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of green tea and enjoying the fragrance of the tea.
“Mom…”
As soon as Liu Qianqian spoke, Liu Xiaoli coughed softly, pointed to the cup next to the teapot, and said:
"I have also contacted people from your support club about the matter, and they will help you clarify it. Look at you , what does it look like, every girl should pay attention to it."
"No, Mom. They...they said it too much." Liu Qianqian clutched her phone and kept it secret from Liu Xiaoli. , opened his lips aggrievedly and said: "How can they say that to Xiang Yang..."
It's okay to say that the two are not a good match, that Xiang Yang is not handsome, that he is not tall, after all, everyone has something Everyone's aesthetic.
Liu Qianqian doesn't care about this.
She didn't care if Xiangyang was recognized, after all, the two of them had been in the news together before Paris Fashion Week.
But what many people say is that Xiangyang’s clothes don’t look good at first glance, and they don’t even have a brand. They also say that he is just an SA from Hermès, and chasing Liu Qianqian is just a toad trying to eat swan meat... and he succeeded. He's also some kind of 'Phoenix Man'...
When she saw it, she felt that her blood was flowing backwards.
This is all nothing!
Seeing her daughter's behavior, Liu Xiaoli blew on the tea cup, took a sip, and said calmly: "What, did they say something wrong?"
"Mom, what do you mean by this?"
Liu Qianqian was stunned.
"I told the people in your support club that you two are just ordinary friends. Because of your subsequent work in Paris, you..."
"Mom!!!" Hearing this , Liu Qianqian suddenly felt her heart being poked, her eyes were instantly covered with red threads, and she said angrily: "You...how could you arrange Xiang Yang and me like this!"
"He is not worthy of you!"
"He is worthy of me!"
(End of Chapter)