Floating Color

Mi Chen exhaled for a long time, and slowly smiled on her lips. "It's really terrible! But now I think it's awesome when I look back on it! The feeling that everything is no longer important and I just focus on one thing. ! "

Someone is shouting Mi Chen's name.

Lin Runan raised his chin, "Not yet! Going forward! Fashion master Vincent just pulled my arm and said, your skills are better than he imagined. The makeup on each model fits perfectly with the clothes, yes The effect he wants. He hopes you can follow him to London Fashion Week. "

"Is this true?" Mi Chen's eyes widened. She couldn't believe she was favored by a master figure so easily.

"It's not a coincidence, it's true. Here, gold must shine, and diamonds are destined to shine. Since he can be a master, it means his eyes are not blind." Lin Runan dragged Mi Chen up. And pushed her to the front desk.

When Mi Chen was posed for a photo with Vincent holding his shoulders lightly, the spotlights under the stage shone and floated.

Back home, Mi Chen almost fell asleep on the sofa.

She curled up, constantly passing all the tense moments in the background, unconsciously frowning.

Until someone sat down next to her, her fingers touched the mark between her eyebrows, all the sense of oppression suddenly went away, and the whole person sank to the bottom of the Enron river, lying in the soft sand.

The other person's fingers slowly embedded in her hair and stroked it gently.

That was the softest gesture she had always imagined.

She opened her eyes and met his drooping gaze, as if a large dandelion spread across the broad ocean.

"Li ... Mo Jun ..."

She was tired of calling him "Mr. Li". Even if he would displease him, he would think she was impolite or they hadn't gotten to that point yet.

"Ok."

The scarf on Li Mojun's neck hung down, suddenly blocking Mi Chen's gaze from looking at him. Just when Mi Chen was about to pull it away, he had taken it off in a tacit understanding.

"I will take Ansel's work tomorrow to see Mr. Perrin. Would you like to go together?"

"Yes! Of course I want!" Mi Chen sat up nervously, almost hit Li Mojun's chin.

"Then take a good rest."

This was the most idle night that Mi Chen had spent, and it was also the most comfortable and beautiful night she felt.

After dinner, Ansel still trapped herself in the room to create, leaving only Mi Chen and Li Mojun in the living room.

Although Li Mojun asked her to rest early, she found that she had heavy legs and was lazy all over, so she didn't want to move at all.

She thought Li Mojun would coldly remind her not to sleep here as she did in China. But she did not expect that when he came closer to him again, he leaned in, breathing around her ears, and a thick blanket covered her.

The throbbing heartbeat hadn't stopped, she felt Li Mojun sit down at her feet and opened the laptop.

Mi Chen dared not open his eyes, fearing that getting along with him would end there.

He can obviously return to his room to use his computer, lean on his bed, and do what he wants in the most comfortable manner. But he chose to stay here.

Mi Chen's feelings were very beautiful.

Her toes moved, just hit Li Mojun's leg.

In an instant, she was very nervous. Will Li Mojun remove his leg?

Just when she stiffened to maintain that posture, the other party's hand reached into the blanket and slightly caught Mi Chen's foot.

She almost stood through the whole fashion show, and the soles of her feet were already sore. Li Mojun's fingertips were squeezed just right, and Mi Chen only felt extremely comfortable.

Opening her eyes slightly, she saw him set the computer aside and lifted her legs to his lap.

Her calves became more and more relaxed under his pressure, soothing and sleepy.

The first time I slept in the dark.

The only image left in Mi Chen's mind is the silhouette of Li Mojun lowering his head.

When he woke up again, Mi Chen smelled a scent of food. She rubbed her eyes to make it up, and she was still awake.

I don't know who squeezed her nose, and the cool voice was slightly warm.

"Rise up and wash, eat breakfast, and go out at nine."

It's Li Mojun!

Mi Chen opened his eyes violently, washed quickly, and sat down at the dining table.

"Eh, chocolate can be sung? Still hot? Which bakery opened the door so early?"

"I bake it." Li Mojun came to sit opposite Mi Chen and opened the newspaper. His French is so good that Mi Chen feels that he is pointing his finger, and communication and reading are no problem at all.

"You baked ..." Mi Chen turned to look at the kitchen. The oven hadn't been opened since her mother died.

Ke Song is very crispy and delicious.

The quiche also had onions, diced mushrooms and ham.

Mi Chen had seen Li Mojun's craftsmanship, and these were all for him.

"Since you played" The Feast ", I think you are talented in cooking. Have you used to cook a lot? Will you cook it for others?"

For example, Lian Xiao who was almost strangled by beef wrapped in asparagus.

"You are the only one." Li Mojun said lightly.

Mi Chen smiled. Because across the newspaper, she didn't have to worry about being seen the expression on her face, so she could be unbridled and pleased.

Together they came from the suburbs to the urban area and reached the "Fashion Tips" magazine.

Every ordinary reporter interviewing here has an extraordinary sense of fashion keenness. Mi Chen heard the shouts of various cut-offs, and there was a sense of tension returning to the backstage of the fashion show.

But Mr. Perrin's office is bright and laid-back. He wore the most popular retro-style suit of the season, a dark blue bow tie, and a pair of frameless glasses, which looked both old-fashioned and trendy. These two concepts collide with him, giving a fashionable visual sense.

Unlike the tense editors and reporters outside, Mr. Perrin ’s editor room is another world.

Quiet and peaceful, full of black tea.

"Ostun, you said a few days ago that you want to sponsor a cutting-edge fashion designer. Please take a look at his work before investing. I hope you will really bring me good works, otherwise it will waste me Your time is also a waste of your money. "Mr. Perran dragged his glasses and glanced at Mi Chen." Oh, isn't this Michelle? I also attended the Vincent fashion show yesterday. Although most people are concerned about it They are all performances of clothing and models, but I like your makeup style very much. I wo n’t make a difference for the sake of attracting attention, but elegantly blend with Vincent ’s design style. You are not pursuing fame and fortune, but being yourself What to do. I like it very much. "

Praised by Perrin, the fashion editor who has always been known for his harshness, Mi Chen couldn't get back.

At this time, Perrin had bowed his head and carefully looked at the clothing design drawings sent by Li Mojun.

There are a total of twelve pictures here, which are the finale after repeated revisions by Ansel.

Mr. Peilan's expression changed from "just looking" to gradually narrowing his eyes, and remained silent for more than ten minutes.

Criticizing the quality of a clothing designer is a few seconds for Perrin.

But now he didn't say a word, Mi Chen became nervous, subconsciously clenched his fists, sweating.

Will Perrin agree with Ansel? Or Ansel's design is really too unsuitable for his aesthetic, he has a lot to criticize?

If Perrin does not appreciate Ansel, a fashion review, it is likely to erase Ansel's future.

"This ... his design ideas are very coherent ... there is nothing very prominent and the style is not strong ..."

Mi Chen's mind fell from a height.

When it's over, Perrin doesn't like Ansel.

"There is no symbolic code, and there are no other prominent logos of other fashion designers this season, such as crystal butterflies, two letters, etc. There is also no obvious contrast."

In other words, haven't Ansel used all the popular elements now ...

Mi Chen lost more and more.

But Li Mojun on the side looked very quiet.

"However, the overall design style is very harmonious. The lines are not just smooth, it gives a very special feeling. I can imagine that these clothes are displayed on the T stage, from the far and the near, and then when passing by in front of me I feel like I ca n’t catch anything. ”Mr. Perrin stood up, pulled the collar, pointed to the design drafts, and said,“ Auston ... using the sought-after elements that others have used and Can't be called 'fashion'. At least for me, 'fashion' is a process of re-creation. You must go beyond everyone to the forefront, to the highest point! Then, everyone because of the beauty you create , Constantly imitating, constantly surpassing. I do n’t know who this designer is, I can feel his inner spirit! He is very talented! When will he plan to hold a clothing conference? I will be there in person! I want to kiss Seeing his clothes displayed is not what I imagined! "

Despite his efforts to suppress Mr. Perrin, Mi Chen could still feel the obvious excitement revealed in his eyes and tone.

"Three months later. The clothing needs to be finished. We need to find the most suitable model. The venue is also a problem."

"I can get the venue!" Mr. Perrin seemed very positive. "What is the theme of the conference?"

"Falling Years." Li Mojun's unique voice, which was pronounced in French, was heart-wrenching.

Mr. Perrin was stunned, repeatedly repeating the word, nodding his head, "Falling years ... Full years ... Indeed, this is the most vivid name! Just use this name! Auston, we are always in touch! Young people find the most suitable platform to show themselves! By the way, what is his name? "

"Ansel Sebastian."

"... Is that Ansel Sebastian I think?" Mr. Perrin frowned at Li Mojun.

"Yes, it's him." Li Mojun got up and shook his collar slightly. "We can't ignore someone's talent on the other side because we know someone well."

"……Of course……"

Knowing the designer's identity, Mr. Perrin clearly fell into a state of excitement. He chatted with Li Mojun for a long time.

Mi Chen always thought that Li Mojun should not be interested in the fashion industry, but she never thought that Li Mojun's taste and aesthetics and insights are really higher than that of many fashion editors.

That night, Mi Chen walked happily on the streets of Paris, and kept talking to Li Mojun about Ansel as a child.

This road is very long, so long that Mi Chen found that she had nothing to continue.

There was a sudden silence between the two.

In addition to the conversation between pedestrians and pedestrians, Mi Chen could only hear Li Mojun's footsteps.

The street lights came on, and thousands of silver bands were wrapped around the bustling Paris.

Li Mojun's shadow is bet on the ground, elegant and beautiful.

Mi Chen did not keep up with his figure, but stood close to him, quietly reaching out.

The shadow on the ground moved timidly, and the shadows of the two finally joined together.

Mi Chen's lip line squeezed, and all her mood was caught by these two shadows. As long as they were slightly apart, she quickly followed.

Suddenly, the shadow in front stopped.

Mi Chen raised his head and saw Li Mojun's figure in his pocket, not knowing when to turn around, standing still in the same place, looking at her.

He must have seen her acting like a fool.

It's really stupid! Li Mojun will definitely think you are funny!

Mi Chen lowered his head and walked to his side daringly.

The opponent's left hand stretched out of the pocket and picked up her right hand.

The feeling of being held at that moment, the blood rushed into the depths of the blood, and my heartbeat almost broke.

"The shadows are connected together."

Li Mojun's voice fell from a height, reminding her of the snowflakes of Christmas Eve, refracting the street lights in the dark night, but silently covering the whole world when she landed.

Yes, it's connected together like this.

Back at the villa, Ansel sat on the sofa very nervously. When Mi Chen told him how actively Mr. Perrin was organizing a clothing show for him, Ansel changed from a seemingly deep boy to a Husky who fell over Mi Chen.

Li Mojun walked to the terrace and received a call from Lin Runan.

Mi Chen knew that he liked drinking tea, but after coming to Paris he hardly ever drank it. She found the old tea set left by her mother, washed it and boiled a pot of black Ceylon tea.

Although drinking black tea at night is a bit strange, drinking tea is refreshing for others, but relaxing for Li Mojun.

Mi Chen brought a cup of tea in front of him and tilted his head and said, "What's wrong? Is there any problem that can't be solved?"

Li Mojun picked up the black tea and lowered his head to smell it. Mi Chen was originally worried that he would prefer traditional Chinese tea, but after taking a sip, he did not put down the tea cup.

"Haven said that Donna and Kahn have agreed to cross-cut for Ansel's work. But there is a problem that our fashion show was also held a little hastily. Ansel is not a designer in the industry. It is famous, so it is impossible to spend a lot of money to invite any supermodels, and can only rely on human relations to invite friends to show. Although Haiwen has a very wide network, but there are also a wide range of pros and cons, and there is no way to be strong. And I am not a panacea. So now, you have to use your connections. "

"Me? What connections do I have?" Mi Chen thought for a long time according to his head. "I actually know a few models from Japan and Hong Kong ..."

"This is France, and it is easier for European and American male models to help Ansel." Li Mojun reminded.

"Is it a male model in Europe and America ..." Someone's name appeared in Mi Chen's mind. She didn't look at Li Mojun with certainty. "Are you ... saying something that means nothing?"

Bai Yihan once spent five years in the United States. Once the role of an oriental character is involved in the movies of many well-known directors, basically the first thing he thinks of is him. He has socialized with many Hollywood celebrities, and has also been a catwalk for New York Fashion Week, causing a sensation. It's a pity that no matter how much the fashion industry has chased after him, he still wholeheartedly walks on the path of actors.

"Yes." Li Mojun nodded.

Mi Chen hesitated. She rejected Bai Yihan.

"When you ask him for help frankly and generously, it means you are truly relieved."

Yes. Perhaps Bai Yihan is waiting for her to let her know that they are still friends and they should care about each other.

Mi Chen leaned on the terrace, took out his mobile phone, and dialed the number that he knew well but had not contacted for a long time.

She thought she would be very nervous, and she didn't know what to say with her tongue tied.

But when Bai Yihan's voice rang at the end of the phone, calmly and calmly, Mi Chen also calmed down.

"I finally thought of calling me. I watched the costume show of the master Ian Vincent. You are also one of the makeup artists, right? Good performance."

"Then if I say, we want to organize an apparel conference for Ansel, would you like to join?"

Bai Yihan smiled, "Atyourservice, mylady."

The next day, Bai Yihan set off for the United States. Within a week, he persuaded two well-known American models to join, and by the way, it also attracted the attention of Rene Bryan, the American Oscar film.

Renée is known in Hollywood for his noble elegance, and is the object of countless fashion brands eager to be recognized. Basically, as long as Rene wears any brand of clothing, even if he just goes to the supermarket for a turn, this style will hang a whirlwind. But she never endorses any brand easily, and she has participated in more than two fashion shows since her debut.

And after two days in New York, he returned home with full load. Not only did they gain the favor of two New York-designated fashion magazine editors, they also signed a few new models with their help.

Lin Runan was overjoyed with this result. Because they never thought of asking for a supermodel, Donna and Kahn were already enough to shine. If the model's fame is too strong, it will overshadow Ansel's clothing design itself.

Three months later, after several rehearsals, Ansel ’s clothing conference was finally held in Luxembourg Park.

Mr. Perrin abandoned the commonly used clothing conference venue, and the venue will be built here in order to fit Ansel's design theme, "Fall Years."

The long and wide Indus Avenue, the statue of the wise man, and the Medici Fountain all appear romantic and mysterious under the lighting of a specially designed angle.

All the preparation work was carried out nervously and orderly, until Ansel received a call and suddenly panicked.

"Mi Chen! What to do! Kann's agent said he might not be able to catch up! He was pushed down the stairs by the reporter, hurting his brow bones and calves! God, I can't find a male model at this time! Do you want me? Are you playing in person? "

Mi Chen quickly stabilized him, "Ansel, this is your design and reflects your philosophy! If it is you, it will definitely do better than Kahn!"

Ansel shook his head, "Xiaomi, 'Liu Nian' was not designed for me. It was to commemorate the time we grew up together. The laurel trees we planted together, we walked on the Seine River passing by scooter The sparkling light ... the smell of perfume and snacks on the Champs Elysées we smelled, and the coffee we hated but must be ordered every time, and the caramel that was added to it. These feelings, It will change as we grow up. In the end, although we can still see the same scene, the best thing is the memories. I am too young, Mi Chen ... I can understand, but I ca n’t Show that feeling ... "

Mi Chen frowned. Ansel has panicked, and she must not panic as her sister. Problems have arisen, all they can do is to face the difficulties and solve them. The backstage of all fashion shows is rarely smooth, and no one is not a fan.

"Hasn't Bai Yihan been on a catwalk in New York? Because of his relationship, there are also a lot of media in the movie industry this time! On temperament, he doesn't lose to Kann! I believe that even if he is temporarily put on the stage, he can do it calm!"

"Yes! I'll go find him to discuss ..."

Ansel just raised his head and saw Bai Yihan came behind Mi Chen, his hand pressed on Mi Chen's shoulder, and the two looked at the makeup mirror in front of her together.

"Xiaomi, I heard about Kann and heard the suggestions you just made." Bai Yihan's voice remained the same, just like every time he carefully brewed his coffee, it was mellow and the aftertaste was calm, "But now I want you Close your eyes and think carefully for only three seconds. Do you think of all the men you know, who in the end can truly tolerate the past, live in the present, and go to the future with indignity. This is the real thing in retrospect Meaning. Only this man can really fit Ansel's design philosophy and resonate with his clothing. "

She was sure that it was only three seconds, and the time second hand could not be turned back for three seconds, but every moment there was only the shadow of the person in her mind.

"I choose Li Mojun." Mi Chen suddenly turned her head to look at Bai Yihan.

His eyes were three-pointed and seven-pointed.

He looked at Ansel and blinked, "Have you heard Xiaomi's advice to you? Li Mojun."

Ansel froze for two seconds, his eyes brightened instantly.

"Yes! Li Mojun! Why didn't I think of it! He is like a European castle with a long history, it looks dull, isolated from the world, and so out of place ... But as long as you feel carefully, whether it is a warm day or a fog There is still a shadow reflected on the lake, it is so elegant that it cannot be surpassed ... "

Ansel suddenly stopped talking.

Mi Chen looked along his eyes and saw Li Mojun not knowing when he came in.

Everyone looked at Mi Chen, especially Ansel, and the expectation in his eyes almost crushed Mi Chen.

"That, Li Mojun ... Kahn had an accident. We need someone to take his place! Both Ansel and I think you are the most suitable person! Will you?"

There was silence in the temporary lounge in the background, and Mi Chen was so nervous that she had experienced a proposal.

Will she be rejected? Or he will promise her.

Why did he just look at her without giving her an answer?

Just when Mi Chen felt he was about to suffocate himself, Li Mojun finally said, "How much time do we have?"

"More than an hour! I'm going to communicate with all the models now! Mr. Li, you have watched Kann's rehearsal three times, you should remember the order of appearance, right?"

"Ok."

"It's up to me and Lin Runan to communicate with the model. Ansel, you will immediately adjust the clothing for Li Mojun. Although his height is similar to that of Kahn, since he is a different person, it must be adjusted! The finale must be perfect!"

Bai Yihan turned to Lin Runan very vigorously.

Ansel entered a crazy mode, and Li Mojun, like other models, uncovered his collar and tried on all clothes without hesitation.

Looking at Li Mojun's good figure that didn't hide the indignation of people and gods, Mi Chen had no time for shame and spurting nosebleed.

He is not Kahn, and everything Mi Chen had originally conceived must be repeated.

But fortunately, he is Li Mojun. She outlined his face, whether it was reality or imagination, thousands.

No one in this world knows his facial features better than she does.

Time is running out, and the catwalk is about to begin.

Some cutting-edge models have already started dressing up, and the familiar shouts and even the rage sounded. In order to control the situation, Lin Runan's studio has already been fully staffed, and he is in a hurry.

Li Mojun has put on his first outfit. Even without dazzling lights, he is still the center of sight.

Sitting indifferently in front of the makeup mirror, he raised his head slightly, as if this time was no different from every time before.

Mi Chen took a breath and came to him.

Her fingers were shaking tremblingly, her shoulders unconsciously shrugging, and she was messing with the rhythm of breathing.

Everything is in a trance.

She can't make mistakes, because this is Ansel's costume show, because Li Mojun is in front of her.

Suddenly, she was lifted by someone. When she reacted, she was already sitting on Li Mojun's knee.

The nose is his breath, and her eyes fall between his eyes, drifting deep into the night.

"Mi Chen, I know there are many beautiful things in your world. You always have your eyes wide open, no matter how far they are and how high they are, you will struggle to get closer. But only this time, I hope you see Look at me. Focus on looking at me alone, becoming a bridge between me and Ansel, turning me into the person you want. "

He looked up to her, solemn and pious. The emotion at that moment was overwhelming and could never be recovered.

She reached out her hand, covered his cheek, and carefully stroked his brow bone, his nose bridge.

Her fingertips were embedded in the depressions of his facial features, experiencing all the ups and downs that belonged to him.

She never knew this indifferent and dull man, just staring at the sight could build so many imaginations for her.

The water lily awakened on the lake isolated from the world, still in the sky with fireflies, and the floating boat falls into the gorgeous star sea at any time ...

It turns out he has so many faces.

It turned out that he gave her so much.

She lifted everything in her hand, with a pilgrimage heart, leaving traces on his face.

The rhythm on the catwalk sounded, and the models walked out, shuttled in the sight of the media and fashion collectors.

The spotlight was flashing, and the initial scrutiny and curiosity caused the boiling tide at the moment Donna appeared.

The small white dress on Donna's body, named "Patio Spring Tips", was inspired by the laurel tree that Mi Chen and Ansel planted together. It represents their most naive and infinite fantasy childhood. Donna used her young and full-strength T stage skills to draw everyone's attention back to the most innocent time.

This small dress skirt glared across everyone's eyes with a smart silver and white, reflecting a kind of gentleness that people tried to collect.

Then, an 18-year-old young male model from New York City, his work-"Caramel Coffee", when approaching all audiences, the kind of young people's dynamic sense easily infected the atmosphere. But it was the moment when he turned around, everyone finally noticed the colorful rear hem design. It is reminiscent of the young man who kisses the sorrow of the fallen leaves in autumn, which is the caramel falling into the coffee, sweet and lonely.

The emotions of the audience were driven. They opened their eyes wide and did not want to miss the momentary excitement.

When Rene came out step by step after the Oscars, the camera shutter seemed crazy, and the whole world was toppled.

What she showed was a long mopping skirt. With her pace, all the lines flowed. With the fluctuation of the long skirt, Rene's figure showed a wonderful temperament, as if a confused young man, finally broke through the obstruction of the wind and rain, rushed out of the sight from the constant impact, and faced the faint sea breeze, the sunset and The sunset is intertwined, and the world is high.

This is Ansel's "Boundary of Lagoon and Sky".

When Rene walked back, Mi Chen's heart was picked up, and Ansel on the side grabbed her hand tightly.

Their bones were resonating, and they looked forward to and worried about Li Mojun's appearance.

With the rhythm, every step on the heartbeat, just like the picture of the movie, framed frame by frame in the eyes of Mi Chen.

Li Mojun is wearing Ansel's least surely and recognized, which is also his favorite work: "Fade".

The style of old-school gentleman, not everyone can show a sense of fashion.

But Li Mojun is different. His exquisite facial features did not take away the charm of this work. Instead, his seemingly empty and indifferent eyes actually added an extraordinary temperament. His figure makes people somehow fall into the once turbulent and turbulent era. It makes people seem to see the mottled walls and the dark yellow flashes. The world has forgotten where he is in the pace of his board like water.

Mi Chen saw that many people were whispering and talking, and there was a lot of discussion. The magnification of the spotlight was no less than that of Donna and Rene.

It was another reincarnation. When Li Mojun's hands were in his pockets and he appeared in a half-length trench coat, many fashion reporters stood up unexpectedly and stretched their necks, worrying that they would take measures against Li Mojun again.

Mi Chen stared at Li Mojun's distant back, all the glamour was fading, she knew she couldn't control it, only her existed in her sight.

When he stepped into the light, everyone thought at first glance that he had seen the centuries-old nobleman who was independent, but the closer he came to, the more he could feel the depth he showed. The sight seemed to follow him stepping on the winding stone ladder, passing through old oil paintings one by one, opening a starry sky. Nothing could erase the demeanor in Li Mojun's figure. When he turned around, the night sky seemed to be torn, all the starlights fell like a prisoner who had escaped the shackles, and Mi Chen was drowned in it.

This windbreaker has a name "Breath of the Stars" that doesn't match its style very much, but you can think about it carefully and feel so appropriate.

When Li Mojun returned to Mi Chen, Ansel tightened all his expressions to organize the last set of clothing for him, either the collar or the front flap, and even every fold must be flawless.

Mi Chen's stucco swam through Li Mojun's face skillfully, so little time made her crazy.

When Lin Runan's reminder sounded, Mi Chen's nerve almost broke.

Li Mojun suddenly grabbed her back and came down to touch her forehead.

She seemed to hear a heartbeat in his chest that was more tense than usual, and his breath walked along her nerves, connecting everything that was broken again.

"I went."

He let her go.

No word of beauty can describe him in her eyes.

It ’s very simple and pure. Even if 10 million people see 10 million different pictures, for Mi Chen,

He seemed to be walking between the undefended walls, and was comfortable. He picked off the pure white rose between the cracks. When he turned back, he greeted her far, and stepped back to her step by step between the sunset and the morning light.

Behind them was crazy applause.

Many people rushed over to hug Ansel.

Mi Chen raised his head and looked at Li Mojun. At that moment, she suddenly understood what he had said to her.

If you keep looking at the right person, you will not be distressed, confused, sad or cry.

"Mr. Li! Let's go! We're going to the front desk to take a photo! Mr. Pei Lan said he would give us an interview! Oh my god! My god!"

Ansel rushed up, grabbed Li Mojun's shoulders, and dragged him out with Mi Chen.

This costume show has won everyone's unexpected success.

The word-of-mouth praise of the invited media is overwhelming.

In terms of lines, colors, and collocation, Ansel may not be perfect, but he has demonstrated superb driving ability, which makes people subconsciously look forward to his growth.

"Fashion is not just the intersection of various popular elements. It can also be a feeling of being pulled, a bondage, a subversion and reflection."-"Fashion Tips"

"When Ansel used silver to show the so-called innocence, I wanted to laugh at his lack of depth. But who said that innocence cannot coexist with depth?"-"New York Style"

Rene even talked with Ansel very enthusiastically, and they wanted to jointly create a new fashion brand.

And Li Mojun is completely surrounded by fashion journalists, who are scrambling to get a deeper understanding of the mysterious Eastern man.

For him, fashion journalists and critics have exhausted all the best vocabulary, with almost flattering tone, want to retain the charm of this man.

Mi Chen hid backstage early. Someone put a can of Coke on her cheek and turned around, she saw Bai Yihan.

"It's time for me to retire," he said with a smile.

Mi Chen's fist hit his chest, "Bai Yihan, you are my most important friend. So you will never be able to" get back "in my life."

The two looked at each other and smiled. They are like old friends who have experienced vicissitudes, and finally they can look up at the flowing clouds in the sky together.

After this night of carnival, Mi Chen slept in the villa dimly.

When she woke up, she received an overseas call from Lian Xiao.

"Mi Chen! Are you there? I called Li Mojun countless times and he didn't answer!"

There was a moment of tension in Mi Chen's heart. It's been too long for Li Mojun to leave the country. Is there something wrong there?

"I'll call him to answer the phone!"

I don't know if he is still in the villa at this time.

"No! Mi Chen, I think ... I will just tell you ..."

"You say, Mr. Lian." Mi Chen was the first to hear such a serious tone from Lian Xiao.

"Li Mojun pushed away all domestic film and television invitations, handed over the star shares left by his sister and brother-in-law to Li Rui, and sold the winery in Porto, so that ... to get enough funds to prepare for the clothing launch No matter the venue or the models and the media, it ’s not a small expense. He never asks for help, but he makes a request to Mr. Perrin. He ... came to your side, Mi Chen, I think you should have already I know why. I used to object that he ran to a foreign country like a teenager who was emotionally dizzy, but now I feel very lucky. Going away and blasting my mobile phone in the past few days said I do n’t understand Language Inviting Li Mojun as a model to participate in various catwalk calls, and a Hollywood director found me. He said he was surprised when he saw Li Mojun at the Ansel clothing show. He wanted to invite Li Mojun to participate in a show in the United States. the film."

"Really? What kind of movie?"

"A movie about medical workers is set against a virus outbreak. Li Mojun will be invited to play as a genius but a little neurotic virologist. I took a cursory look at the script. This role is very challenging and if it is Li Mojun ’s performance will certainly be very hard! This is a typical academic film, it has enough strength to impact the Oscar! I do n’t want Li Mojun to give up this opportunity! But ... but I know Li Mojun, although he will be 100% But he ’s not interested in fame and fortune! He stays with you at this moment, which is probably the most important thing for him. Mi Chen ... I ... "

"Mr. Lin, thank you for telling me this. Li Mojun has his thoughts and his life. Many times we think that the best is not necessarily so important for him. But please also believe his choice."

Mi Chen ended the call with Lian Xiao. She got up to wash, took out Brioni's windbreaker from the closet, and came to the living room downstairs. Sure enough, she saw Li Mojun sitting on the sofa holding a French newspaper.

She came quietly to sit next to him, rubbed his shoulders, and draped her trench coat over him.

"Do you remember this trench coat?"

After two seconds of silence, Li Mojun said, "How did you bring it?"

"Because it makes me think that you have always been by my side." Mi Chen smiled and adjusted the collar of the trench coat for him, "Hey, go out together today? I want to go to the Champs Elysées!"

"I'll take you to breakfast."

Mi Chen pursed her lips and smiled.

She was sitting in the car he drove, and the streets of Paris were full of romantic petty bourgeoisie, and even the lazy sunlight revealed some kind of intoxicating aftertaste. If she could, she hoped to stroll with him on this street, seeing the sunset that disappeared on the horizon for a long time.

They walked across the Plaza de la Concorde, and the white pigeons flew from the ground to the sky and westward, faintly seeing the majestic Arc de Triomphe under the interweaving of morning light and shadow.

Mi Chen ran forward two briskly, glanced at the sight of tourists and pedestrians, and then turned back to Li Mojun with open arms.

"Hey! Hurry up!"

He walked towards her slowly, like a lamp that lasted all night.

"Li Mojun! Do you know the most courageous thing I've ever done in my life?" She yelled to him, her eyes and brows were innocent and expectant.

"What is it?" He asked lightly, but his eyes always intersected her.

"I used to confess to Lin Runan here, shouting out loudly, 'I like you'. Then he pressed me into my arms like a child. I don't know whether such silence is accepted or rejected until he can't see me I turned around and took the other woman ’s hand. In fact, my confession is not wrong. Like and love are really different. It ’s just that I am deeply convinced that I will not have the courage to declare to the world like that. . "

Li Mojun stayed not far away, his face calm in the huge shadow of the Arc de Triomphe.

"But it ’s a wonderful thing to really fall in love with someone. It will make people courageous, like a fearless lunatic. It makes people grow and people do what they think they will never do or impossible to do again. The second thing. It breaks our bottom line and makes all the rules we have drawn for ourselves utterly absent. It also makes us a more perfect self. "

Li Mojun's eyes trembled slightly, and he still looked at Mi Chen intently.

His eyebrows are still delicate, hidden beneath the indifferent expression are soft and tangled lines, he may never know that he has the power to overshadow everything. His back is still upright, like a watchman on the cliff. No matter how she runs arbitrarily, as long as she hits his chest, it is the insurmountable end point.

"So I decided! I'm going to the United States! I want to be your makeup artist, and I want to walk side by side with you!"

"Mi Chen, you have just stood firm in the fashion industry in Paris." Li Mojun's tone is always rational, but this reason is not for himself but for her.

"I have been standing steadily because I stand in your sight! I am looking at you now, no worries! No confusion! I will not be sad nor cry! Because I know that I finally look at the right person!"

Many years later, Li Mojun recalled this scene, he said, your sight has a powerful force.

Like a meteor flying in the vast universe, Yiwu looked back into the ground.

He pressed her hard into his arms until he lost control.

He held her for a long time. He said he thought he would watch her back for a long time.

The projection of the Arc de Triomphe slowly rotates with the sunlight like a needle at the same time.

Mi Chen only knew that in Li Mojun's arms, her world would always be pure and peaceful.

She fell for the various colors of the world, raised her hands to wipe out all the dazzling floating colors that could not find the direction. With the sound of peeling off layer by layer, she finally saw his existence clearly.

End of "Floating Color"