Reborn Troops

Zhou Wanwan sat in the corner of the studio, holding a pencil in her hand and a blank piece of drawing paper in front of her.

Her brows were furrowed and her eyes wandered on the sycamore tree outside the window, as if the leaf could bring her inspiration.

The studio was so quiet that the only sounds she could hear were the ticking of the wall clock and her own gentle breathing.

"How do I draw this?" She suddenly slammed the pencil onto the table. The sound was not loud, but it was enough to make the air in the room shake.

She tapped her fingers on the table a few times, as if to cheer herself up, or as if to vent her anger.

Zhou Wanwan runs a painting studio. The studio is not big, but the business is pretty good. But recently, she always feels that something is missing.

She thought about it for a long time and finally decided to make pajamas.

Pajamas, everyone has them, but no one has ever thought of adding anything special to them.

She wanted to design some warm jewelry so that pajamas would no longer be just pajamas, but an everyday item with a little romance.

"Qianqian!" She suddenly stood up, grabbed her cell phone and called her best friend.

There was a brisk ringtone from the other end of the phone, followed by a shallow and lazy voice: "Hello? Wanwan, what's wrong?"

"Come here quickly!" Zhou Wanwan's voice was a little impatient, "I need your help with something!"

"What's the matter?" Qianqian's voice was still lazy. "I'm lying down right now. I just finished watching an episode of a drama."

"Stop talking nonsense and come here quickly!" Zhou Wanwan's tone left no room for doubt, "I'm waiting for you here!"

"Okay, okay, wait for me, I'll be there soon." Qianqian sighed and hung up the phone.

Zhou Wanwan put down her phone, sat back in her chair, and started tapping her fingers on the table again.

The image of Qianqian emerged in her mind, the best friend who was always a little lazy but always brought her surprises.

Qianqian is a designer. Although she looks lazy, her designs are always eye-catching. Zhou Wanwan believes that Qianqian can help her solve this problem.

Not long after, Qianqian opened the door of the studio. She was wearing a loose white T-shirt.

She was wearing a pair of ripped jeans, a pair of slippers, and her hair was casually tied into a ponytail.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw Zhou Wanwan sitting in the corner, holding a pencil in her hand, her eyes still wandering out the window.

"What are you doing?" Qianqian walked over and pulled a chair to sit down. "Why is your studio so quiet? There's not even anyone talking?"

"I've been waiting for you, haven't I?" Zhou Wanwan turned her head and glared at her, "You're finally here."

"Why are you in such a hurry to find me? What's the matter?" Qianqian leaned lazily on the back of the chair, her eyes half-closed, as if she had not yet fully recovered from the drama that had just happened.

"I want to design some warm accessories for my pajamas, but I can't draw them myself." Zhou Wanwan said bluntly, "Please help me design it."

"Pyjamas? Jewelry?" Qianqian raised an eyebrow, "What are you doing?"

"I want to make the studio's business better." Zhou Wanwan sighed, "I always feel like something is missing recently, and I want to come up with something new."

"Oh, so that's what's going on." Qianqian nodded, "Then what kind of jewelry do you want?"

"Warm and cozy, the kind that makes people feel comfortable at first glance." Zhou Wanwan thought for a moment.

“It’s best if it matches your pajamas perfectly but doesn’t stand out too much.”

"Okay, I understand." Qianqian stood up, walked to Zhou Wanwan's drawing board, and picked up a pencil. "Don't worry, let me take a look."

Zhou Wanwan looked at Qianqian's actions and felt a little relieved. She knew Qianqian's design ability, and as long as she was willing to do it, there would be no problem.

Qianqian stood in front of the drawing board, holding a pencil in her hand, her eyes staring at the blank paper, as if she was thinking about something.

Her fingers gently scratched the paper a few times, leaving a few shallow marks.

"How come your studio doesn't even have a decent design tool?" Qianqian suddenly asked, with a hint of disgust in her tone, "Your pencil is almost bald."

"Stop talking nonsense and draw quickly!" Zhou Wanwan glared at her, "I'm waiting here!"

She smiled faintly, said nothing more, lowered her head and began to draw on the paper.

She moved quickly, the pencil sliding across the paper, leaving lines.

Zhou Wanwan stood aside, watching her movements, and suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in her heart.

She felt that Qian Qian's fingers seemed to have some kind of magic, and the lines came alive under her hands.

Not long after, Qianqian stopped writing and handed the drawing paper to Zhou Wanwan: "Take a look, what do you think?"

Zhou Wanwan took the drawing paper, looked down, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

The picture on the paper was a pair of pajamas, dotted with a few tiny pearls, with thin silver threads wrapped around the pearls.

Like a vine gently clinging to the pajamas. The whole design is simple yet delicate, warm yet elegant.

Zhou Wanwan stared at the shallow drawing paper, feeling pleasantly surprised but also a little hesitant. The shallow design really caught her eye.

But she also felt that Master Zhongshan's advice made sense. The texture and warmth of cashmere might bring new inspiration to her design.

"Qianqian," she raised her head, her tone a little hesitant, "Do you think... would it be better if we used cashmere for decoration?"

Qianqian raised an eyebrow, leaned back in her chair, and smiled lazily: "Cashmere? Whose advice did you take?"

"Master Zhongshan." Zhou Wanwan answered truthfully, "He thinks the texture of cashmere can make the design more layered, and..."

"And what?" Qianqian interrupted her, with a hint of teasing in her tone, "You don't want to take over my design?"

"No, it's just..." Zhou Wanwan was a little anxious, "I think his suggestion makes sense. The softness and warmth of cashmere can really make pajamas more textured."

Qianqian was silent for a while, tapping her fingers on the table, as if she was thinking.

Her eyes changed from lazy to serious, and finally she sighed: "Okay, since it is Master Zhongshan's suggestion, let's give it a try."