Reborn fashion designer

Chapter 7 The Butterfly Effect

Liu Qianqian has received many gifts.

For a public figure, she has long been accustomed to signing autographs.

But for some reason, Liu Qianxi paused when she held the Hermès square box in her hands and looked at the bow tied with a ribbon.

She tapped the box lightly with her fingers to make a "ta-da-da" sound, looked at Zhao Xin with expectation in her eyes, and giggled:

"Do you want to guess?"

"No," Zhao Xin shook her head and refused, but when she came over out of curiosity, she muttered:

"Anyway, I know what the reporter said is false. Otherwise, Sister Sissi, you wouldn't be able to just turn around and walk away."

"hey-hey."

Liu Qianqian laughed and expressed that she thought so too.

Because, after a brief contact, she found that when she talked to Xiang Yang, she felt very natural and relaxed, unlike talking to most men.

Hope to please her, or be pleased by her.

This just-right feeling is very subtle, like the breeze stirred up by the graceful dance of butterflies in the air, which is difficult for people to detect.

But when you reflect on it and think about it carefully, you will find what it teases.

I feel very comfortable when communicating with the other party, Liu Qianqian summed it up this way.Although she once frowned at Xiang Yang's words, "I grew up watching the TV series "You".

"Da da da"

Her slender fingers danced on the carton again, and Liu Qianqian's lips pulled away with a relaxed smile.

Handing the untied ribbon to Zhao Xin, she slowly opened the box.

In the frame, a hand-drawn, A5 paper-sized illustration appears in front of you. It is Xiang Yang's work.

Appreciating the illustrations in front of her again, Liu Qianqian gained an additional layer of understanding and appreciation in addition to being impressed by the other person's whimsical ideas in the overall composition.

The colors in the picture are very flamboyant, which is in great contrast with the gentle temperament Xiang Yang left for her.

"Sister Sissi, look at what he wrote."

Seeing Liu Qianqian admiring the illustration again, Zhao Xin pouted and urged her softly.

"Okay, okay" Liu Qianqian wrinkled her nose, deliberately turned the box towards herself, and said with a smile: "I'll take a look first, and then I'll finish it"

As she said that, she lowered her eyes, and just when she glanced at Xiang Yang's message, the smile on her face froze.

The calligraphy is beautiful and the execution is very smooth.

But none of these are as important as Liu Qianqian's feelings at the moment she saw those words: He understands me very well!

Just moved by the straightforward words, Liu Qianqian burst into laughter.

He's a bit humorous

Thomas, the little train~

Unexpectedly, he was quite clever and drew a few clouds with smiling faces above the locomotive steam engine.

Zhao Xin, who was watching Liu Qianqian from the side, felt as if she had been scratched by a cat's little claws. She didn't know why, and looked at the joy in her eyes and her cheerful smile, and couldn't help but say:

"Sister Sissi, please show me what you wrote that makes you so happy."

"No, it was written to me." Liu Qianqian refused.

She leaned back, holding the lid of the box tightly in her hands, and shook her head at Zhao Xin with a little pride on her face, as if she had received some great praise.

"If you don't want to watch, don't watch." Seeing this, Zhao Xin muttered quietly.

She and Liu Qianqian have been getting along very harmoniously for more than a year, like sisters, because they have a lot in common and their personalities are very compatible.

But Zhao Xin knew clearly that no matter how good the relationship was, he was still an assistant.

There are some things that involve privacy that she needs to avoid.

But Liu Qianqian's actions made her heart, already filled with curiosity, beat with joy.

<divclass="contentadv">Because this is so surprising.

It had been a long time since she had seen Liu Qianqian smile so heartily. She was like a jumping deer at the moment, proudly holding up her graceful curved jaw.

Damn it, she was tricked.

Zhao Xin reacted, snorted and turned his head away.

Faced with her reaction, Liu Qianqian felt more playful in her heart. Her previous unhappiness was blown away by its silent whistle the moment she saw the stationary train.

"Interesting."

Thinking of the little train, Liu Qianqian's inner childlike interest was aroused again, and her eyes drifted to Xiang Yang's work.

On the vast grassland, there are horses decorated with Hermès box shapes and main colors, or they are accompanied by colorful clouds on the horizon, or they are standing on flowers with huge petals in full bloom to communicate with their companions.

In the middle of the painting, there is a long and graceful path leading to the gorgeous sky, integrating with the roots.

Looking carefully, you can see some thorny thorns hidden in the fat grass stems on both sides of the path.

".If this path is replaced by a railway track and a small train is placed on it, that should be what he wants to express, right?"

Liu Qianqian guessed what Xiang Yang wanted to express in the illustration.

A strange thought emerged unknowingly, "How about I ask him next time I meet him?"

Before this thought went away, the next thought popped up again, "Would he think that I just signed my name, which is too superficial?"

"It's over, it's better not to meet him again. It's too hard to communicate with people who are engaged in artistic creation!"

On the plane, after hanging up the phone, Xiangyang thought deeply about his arrangements.

The temporary assignments must be completed, the original schedule and work cannot be deleted, and the work must be rushed back as early as possible to participate in the fashion week.

He couldn't help but frown as he sorted things out one by one.

It’s too rushed. Why don’t we put some things off until after the fashion week?

Just as he was thinking, the closed sliding door made a tapping sound from outside. The flight attendant who had just brought him coffee gently opened the door after hearing the response from inside.

"Sir, the flight is ready to take off. I'll come to your place to tidy up and help you with pre-flight inspections."

"Oh, okay." Xiang Yang nodded and adjusted his seat smoothly.

The flight attendant smiled and said, "Do you want me to put your bag in the luggage rack for you?"

"Ah, yes."

After a while, the flight attendant helped Xiang Yang pack up. After reminding him that he needed to turn off his mobile phone, he took the cup and left the small space.

Then, the security announcement sounded, and Xiang Yang, who was sitting on the soft chair, noticed the book he had taken out of his bag to pass the time.

He touched a book that had been read countless times and introduced the influence of Chinese silk on Western clothing. He felt the traces of depreciation on it with his fingertips, and he couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

I still need to do a lot.

The horse-faced skirt is just a small attempt and a small proof.

Just after confirming himself in his mind, Xiangyang suddenly shuddered. He suddenly recalled what Flamel had just said to him on the phone, which made his calm heart feel a little uneasy.

He didn't have time to think too much and immediately roared in his heart:

"Le Maire! Don't trick me, you guy!!!"

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