Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 28: Over time, people’s hearts are revealed (please read~)

The work continues, and so does the anger.

After waking up early in the morning and washing up, Liu Qianqian came to the VIP Room upstairs, said hello, and then went to the innermost room with the makeup artist to start preparations before shooting.

make up.

"It's better to be young." Seeing that the skin on Liu Qianqian's face, especially her eye contour, had improved after not seeing her overnight, the makeup artist couldn't help but sigh.

"Sister Sissi, aunt was afraid that you would be bored, so she asked me to bring you some magazines."

Before it started, Zhao Xin walked in. The magazines in her mouth were naturally related to fashion.

Although he was a little unhappy because of the meal, he knew that his daughter didn't come to him in the morning because he was deliberately showing off her temper.But as a mother, Liu Xiaoli still dotes on her daughter.

Worried that it would affect today's shooting, she deliberately found a few recent fashion publications early in the morning and asked her daughter to look through them while she was putting on makeup to get a feel for the shooting.

"Put it here." Liu Qianqian pouted and pointed to an empty space.

"Oh." Zhao Xin met Liu Qianqian's gaze, nodded, and put the magazine away.

"My mother, she didn't say anything?"

"No." Zhao Xin shook her head. In order to prove that she was not lying, she kept looking at Liu Qianqian's eyes, not daring to hesitate in the slightest.

"..." Upon hearing the answer, Liu Qianqian's eyes swayed.

Usually every time I have a disagreement with my mother, no matter what happens, my mother will always say something the next day.

Whether she said it herself or asked Zhao Xin to convey it, she would always say a few words.

but now……

"It seems she wants to tell me to focus on work and not think about other things...

There's nothing I can't say about this. It's not like I didn't work hard.

Besides, you're not right about everything. "

Glancing at the magazine on the table, Liu Qianqian, who was still angry with her mother, would inevitably think too much. It's not her fault. When young people face their elders, most of them feel that they are the one who is suppressed.

Over time and many times, when a small fuse is lit, sparks will inevitably ignite.

It is neither big nor small, but it will continue to burn and will not stop until it makes some noise.

Zhao Xin seemed to have noticed Liu Qianqian's change, or in other words, she had expected it, "Sister Qianqian, teacher, I will get you some water."

"Well, you go ahead." Liu Qianqian nodded.

After she finished speaking, the makeup artist was also ready. She looked at the two of them with a smile and said:

"Come on, Sissi, close your eyes first. I'd better moisturize you first, and then we'll start again."

"Okay, please." Liu Qianqian forced a smile.

She slowly closed her eyes, and before waiting for a while, she felt the moisture and coolness coming from the corners of her eyes.

"Okay, close your eyes, okay, I'll call you." After finishing, the makeup artist checked, and her voice still sounded very soft, which made people feel reassured.

"Can I do this care at home?"

"Of course. I'll write it down for you later. Just don't mix up the order. Also, don't apply too much. The skin around the eyes is still very sensitive."

"Ok, I know."

While waiting, Liu Qianqian chatted with the makeup artist about topics that all women care about, fearing she would be bored in the silent environment.

"Sissi, I'll put your magazine aside first. You lean back a little and I'll wipe it for you."

"Okay, it's fine."

Just as Liu Qianqian responded, the makeup artist saw that she agreed, picked up the magazine on the corner of the table, looked at it casually while putting it down, and made a "huh" sound.

"What's wrong? Liu Qianqian was surprised.

"No, I just saw the cover. This pen is quite beautiful." The makeup artist sighed. When he saw the brand clearly, he couldn't help shaking his head while sighing.

The first model in the Montblanc Famous Figures series.

<divclass="contentadv">"Fountain pen?" Liu Qianqian was confused. When it came to pens, she thought of practicing calligraphy, but she doesn't use them much now, but she is quite familiar with roller pens.

A marker, to be exact.

"Ah, Montblanc has launched a new series." The makeup artist put the magazine somewhere casually, returned to Liu Qianqian, and explained while helping her take care of her skin:

"I have a friend who has always liked their pens. You know this brand. Men prefer it."

Liu Qianqian nodded slightly, indeed.

……

The needle jacquard machine is making a "click, click" sound.

The elderly flower pullers and weavers did not rely on words, but only relied on their skillful movements. While echoing up and down, they adjusted the heald frames and exchanged and threw multi-colored weft shuttles...

On the second day after arriving at the institute, Xiangyang was allowed to enter to watch the production process and take photos.

This made him very happy. On the one hand, he loved observing these things. It was a pleasure to be able to see with his own eyes how the real Song brocade was turned into beautiful patterns in the hands of the weavers.

On the other hand, he also wanted to take more photos.

So that you can take it out and look at it when you are looking for inspiration.So as soon as he walked into the textile area, Xiang Yang felt an inexplicable feeling of pleasure.That feeling is like a butterfly flying in the grass and seeing gorgeous flowers.

Unexpectedly, when he followed Mr. Qian's assistant to the gate of the textile district with great expectations, he was hit in the head first.

"Young man, I heard that you work in a foreign country?"

"Oh, yes."

When they arrived at the textile area, a weaver in charge had been waiting for a long time. He looked Xiang Yang up and down and focused his eyes on the camera on his chest.

"Old Liu told me. But there is something I still want to tell you." The weaver looked very old, with a wrinkled face and a serious expression.

"Say it." Xiang Yang pursed his lips slightly.

"You can't take pictures of things I don't let you take, do you understand?" the old weaver said, looking up into Xiang Yang's eyes.

"Don't worry..."

"It's not a matter of me being at ease or not. It's you, you have to have a conscience." The old weaver sighed before Xiang Yang finished speaking, looked at Qian's assistant, and waved his hand to signal him not to interrupt.

"Gong Li, look at what you said..." Mr. Qian's assistant licked his lips and opened his mouth despite being embarrassed, "If you don't believe designer Xiang, you should also believe that Mr. Qian doesn't. Besides, Mr. Xiang also got With permission from above.”

"There are some things you shouldn't look at." The old weaver, known as Li Gong, glared at Qian's assistant.

"Li Gong, right? Don't worry, I will definitely listen to you when I go in."

Although Xiang Yang felt uncomfortable, he also knew what the old weaver was guarding against.

The skills that have been painstakingly recreated can only be achieved after a lifetime of dedication.If outsiders come to study and investigate under various names, and if they have learned it well and claim it as their own, then no one will feel comfortable letting it go.

In later generations, there was a country that claimed Chinese things as its own.No, it should be said that the universe belongs to it...

"Otherwise, I'll put the camera in your hand. How about I take pictures wherever you think you can."

Seeing Xiang Yang take off the camera and hand it to him, the old weaver waved his hand, "I can only guard against gentlemen, not villains.

Come on, come in with me. "

Xiang Yang swallowed, with a sly expression on his face.

He didn't think the old man's words were unpleasant. After all, it was a generation gap problem, and he didn't have the time or energy to make the old man fully trust him.

"Mr. Xiang, Mr. Li is getting older and is a bit conservative in his thinking." Mr. Qian's assistant also hesitated awkwardly when speaking.

"It's okay, time passes and people's hearts change."

Xiang Yang smiled slightly, exhaled, and walked in.

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