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Seeing her expression, Jing Yihong also reacted, and the words he wanted to comment were swallowed like this, "No hurry, you still have time."

With that said, he put the drawing in his hand back on the table.

Ruan Qianya picked it up again, looked at it casually, and laughed at herself.

"Okay, since you can't think of it for a while, don't think about it. It's already late. I'll take you home."

Hearing Ruan Qianya frowned reflexively, she felt a little strange.

But Jing Yihong in front had already stepped forward, she didn't even have time to say the words of rejection, she had no choice but to quickly pack up her things and follow Jing Yihong into his car.

Back home, Ruan Qianya came to the study room, Jing Yihong's face suddenly appeared in her mind, a ripple flashed in her heart, and then a thought flashed through her mind, and the pencil in her hand moved quickly.

After a while, a design drawing appeared on the paper. Ruan Qianya picked it up and looked at it, with a smile on her face.

It was a pink skirt with a fluffy hem and a unique curvature. There were indeed layers of mesh on the chest, with a dreamy mist color. There were cute and cute little suspenders on the shoulders. Young and sunny, full of vitality.

But there is also a sweet pink atmosphere among these, like the skirts that girls put on with anticipation and joy in order to meet the boy they like.

But in an instant, the smile on Ruan Qianya's face faded little by little, and she murmured silently: "Is this the source of inspiration?"

The next day, Ruan Qianya handed over the design draft to Alice for her to review.

Cute Lisi frowned fiercely after just one glance, and said critically: "Here, the hem of the skirt needs to be changed, and the net gauze also needs to be changed. Shen Xiaoxiao is no longer a young girl. She is a mature woman, have you ever thought about how nondescript it is when you wear such a design on her body?"

Alice threw the design draft on the table fiercely, with disappointment that could not be hidden in her eyes, and the secretary standing beside her quietly lowered her head, lowering her sense of existence.

Ruan Qianya stood neither humble nor overbearing, completely unaffected, took a step forward, picked up the drawing, and said word by word: "A woman's youth is not given by age, only people give age meaning, not age gives people Meaning, I think, Ms. Shen probably wants to control this kind of designer clothes."

"So, what do you mean, you want to ignore the advice given to you by the design director, and you don't want to change?" Alice's tone suddenly became aggressive, she leaned forward, sat up straight, her face was stern, and she didn't smile.

Hearing this, Ruan Qianya shook her head slowly, "That's not what I mean, I will listen to Alice's opinions appropriately, but regarding my views on youth and age, I still stick to my own ideas, I'm sorry, Alice."

After speaking, she bowed deeply to Alice, picked up her blueprint, and left with her head held high.

Alice, who was behind her, looked at the straight figure with clenched gums, and a trace of resentment and anger flashed in her eyes.

But Ruan Qianya doesn't care about these anymore.

Back on the seat, the tough attitude she had just tensed up suddenly fell, and she rubbed her hair in distress, her face was almost wrinkled.

It's so hard to do your own design.

She had to refer to Alice's ideas, but that would damage her overall conception, which she didn't want to see.

Really unable to find a better compromise, Ruan Qianya stood up, wanting to go to the tea room and drink some coffee to clear up her chaotic mind.

But as soon as she stood up and turned her head, she saw Ruth behind her, who was revising the design draft in her hand.

A deep meaning flashed in Ruan Qianya's eyes, and she couldn't help remembering that during the meeting that day, Alice pointed out several people's design drafts and asked them to go down and revise them, and one of them belonged to Ruth.

Thinking of this, she moved a step quietly, stood behind Ruth, and watched her movements.

I saw Ruth modifying the length and width of the trousers. The drawings in front of her were completely different from those shown that day, but they seemed to be the same.

Ruan Qianya's eyes were full of doubts, she couldn't help but frowned, and said, "Luth, what are you... doing?"

It seemed that even when she asked something, she didn't have a definite answer in her mind, so she could only speak in such a vague way.

Ruth, who heard the voice, turned her head and saw Ruan Qianya, she continued to lower her head and carefully revised her drawings, and after a while, a cold voice came from below, "Since when have you been such a troublesome person? "

There was a hint of impatience in his tone, as if he was disgusted with Ruan Qianya's meddling.

Ruan Qianya didn't take this to heart, she still stared at Ruth's design draft, her eyes were slightly hot, like a drowning person discovering some dawn, she just wanted to hold on to it firmly.

"...I can't say, but your picture has obviously been changed, but the overall feeling is still like the first draft. These...how did you do it?"

It seemed that something was right in front of her eyes, just waiting for her to push away the clouds in front of her eyes and touch it.

Ruth's voice was still slightly disdainful, lingering on every sentence, "If you know your theme very well, then you will know where to move and what to change."

Ruan Qianya's whole body shook, and she reacted instantly. It can be said that she was suddenly enlightened and enlightened.

What Ruth means is that as long as the modification is made around that design inspiration, it will roughly feel the same in the end.

Ruan Qianya didn't intend to go to the tea room anymore, she quickly said "thank you", put the water glass next to her, took out the first draft and began to revise it.

Her original intention was just to express the pure and sweet love during her youth, the kind of anticipation that girls have in order to meet the boy they love.

That being the case, whether the front of the skirt is mesh or something else, as long as she grasps the theme, it will not be a problem.

Ruan Qianya, who understood, moved quickly back and forth on the manuscript, with a look of joy of sudden realization, and that kind of joy is unstoppable.

Ruth turned her head back from her manuscript paper, and glanced at the woman who had completely ignored the surrounding environment and was immersed in creation, her eyes flickered slightly, and the hand holding the pen could not help but tighten.

This day, Ruan Qianya worked late again, and all the people in the company left, but she still had a dim light here, like an inextinguishable fire, burning her passion to the fullest.

When Jing Yihong stepped into the office area of ​​the design department again, what he saw was such a picture, and his eyes were instantly lit by such lights, with a strange and eye-catching emotion.