Cleanliness

After lunch, work started in the afternoon. Xiao Tong and Jing Xing each had their own affairs to be busy. There was still more than half a month before the spring and summer haute couture launch conference of the subsidiary and Xiao Tong's studio, venue, make-up, models , the company, reporters, and team visas... Jing Xing has too many chores to do, even if he feels that Xiao Tong's state is not right, he can't take care of it for a while.

Xiao Tong is also very busy, he has to choose a model, meet with reporters, and make final adjustments and finalization of the new style displayed at the press conference. Some small decorative accessories and sewing machines are useless, so Xiao Tong is worried about handing them over to others Every day, except for being arrested by Jing Xing to be interviewed by reporters, the rest of the time I don't see anyone, and I go around the mannequin in the clothing room to adjust the details of each dress.

When she was working, she was extremely focused, with only eyes on clothing and needlework. Sometimes, in order to embroider a bead on the waist of the dummy, she half-knelt on the ground for several hours, keeping this posture motionless. Jing Xing saw it a few times in his busy schedule. Worried that her body would not be able to bear it, she advised her: "These are not important parts. You give them a chance to exercise when you give them to the newcomers. Why make yourself so tired."

"I'm not tired. This is a meticulous job. I don't worry about entrusting it to others." Xiao Tong moved to the hem of a fishtail skirt, bit the cotton thread lightly with his teeth, stood up and twisted his waist and neck, still in good spirits Looking good, she caressed the work she had just finished, her eyes were full of love, and she showed a little bit of reluctance, just like looking at her own child.

"You should be happy to launch a new work, right? What's your expression? It's like someone is going to steal it and not return it to you."

Xiao Tong's fingers shuttled between the fabrics of this dress, feeling the black silk flowing through her fingers like water, feeling the smooth fabric slipping away from her hands, she said: "You don't understand."

Jing Xing is not a designer, so of course she doesn't understand. In her opinion, once Xiao Tong's series of works are launched, his reputation will definitely rise to a higher level. Xiao Tong will become a leading designer in the world and a leading figure in the domestic fashion circle. , will become the hot object of celebrities and high-class people from all walks of life.

She can already see that Xiao Tong has a bright future, but of course she doesn't understand that the launch of a work is like handing over a treasure that she has cherished for many years. For Xiao Tong, when a work is pushed onto the assembly line, even Just after being released, this work no longer belongs to her. It belongs to every buyer and every wearer, but it no longer belongs to Xiao Tong.

In the past, the works designed by Xiao Tong only wanted to be seen by one person, and only one person could wear them, but in the end, thousands of people would wear them, except for the one that Xiao Tong hoped for.

The wound on Xiao Tong's left arm started to hurt again. She looked at the neatly arranged mannequins and the clothes on the mannequins in the clothing room. She had worked in fashion design for nearly ten years, and suddenly felt that everything was meaningless.

"Xiao Tong? Xiao Tong!" Jing Xing patted her on the shoulder, "What are you thinking?"

"Ah?" Xiao Tong blinked, regained consciousness from his own thoughts, adjusted his emotions, and said lightly: "It's okay, Ah Xing, when are we going to Paris?"

"One week at most, Xiao Tong, are you okay?"

"What's wrong with me?" Xiao Tong shrugged, "Ah Xing, don't worry, that kind of thing won't happen again." She was talking about sneaking away from Paris with Jing Xing behind her back on the eve of last year's press conference The matter of coming back, Xiao Tong feels guilty even thinking about it now, and feels sorry for Jing Xing.

"You still know?" Jing Xing snorted from his nose, and raised his fist threateningly, "If you dare to break the chain this time, you will have a good life in the future." Actually Jing Xing was not worried about this, she It was because he was worried about Yu Qinghan's influence on Xiao Tong, but Xiao Tong made it clear that he did not want to say it.

Jing Xing could tell that this time Xiao Tong was determined to get rid of Yu Qinghan, this process was very difficult, Jing Xing knew it, so she was worried, but she didn't dare to mention the name in front of Xiao Tong again.

"Then you are busy first, I have to discuss with the show director about the layout of the show later, so let's go first."

"Don't be too late, it's easy for women to get wrinkles when they stay up late."

"Go! You should take care of yourself first. You stay up until two or three o'clock in the morning every night before you quit work. I have heard my assistant complain to me several times. If you want to grow, you must grow first."

"..."

The two chatted a few more casually before Jing Xing continued to work on her affairs, Xiao Tong leaned on the sewing machine in a daze for a while, threaded another thread, and continued to change her clothes.

Can't stop.

As soon as she stopped, all the nightmares flooded into her head at once, driving her crazy.

But it's impossible to stop all the time. After all, once she works overtime, other colleagues in the studio will not dare to leave. It doesn't matter if Xiao Tong is alone. Those colleagues who have a family and are in love with their lovers count on such a short time off work. , Xiao Tong didn't notice it before, Jing Xing reminded her, she was too embarrassed to delay other people's private time, and finally got off work on time today, when she got off work, the whole studio seemed to be on a stimulant, wishing to have a carnival party to celebrate .

Xiao Tong didn't have a driver's license, and she didn't buy a car, but the company provided her with a car. The driver was a woman in her 30s. Jing Xing recruited her personally. Jing Xing knew that Xiao Tong had an inexplicable fear of men, so he specially recruited her. A mature and stable female driver, she drives steadily and doesn't talk much, which suits Xiao Tong's wishes very well.

Probably Xiao Tong worked too much overtime during this time, and even the driver was surprised when he got off work on time today, so he asked casually, "Mr. Xiao, is it so early today?"

From the past few years, Xiao Tong took a few apprentices every year, and did not teach anything, just some basic things, and then took them to practice their hands, so that they would avoid detours. They all called her a teacher, and later in the studio Colleagues who didn't know her very well also called her a teacher, and later on, as her fame grew, the title of teacher spread, and everyone in the circle called her a teacher, either respecting or joking, and even fans, passers-by outside the circle It's also called that, Xiao Tong can't laugh or cry, he has never been a teacher for a day, and he won the "respectful title" of a teacher for nothing.

This driver just came here not long ago, and he didn't talk much. It was the first time he took the initiative to talk to Xiao Tong. Xiao Tong was quite surprised. He subconsciously replied "ah", and said after getting in the car: "You can just call me Xiao Tong, the teacher is their booing. Screaming."

"Understood." The driver said.

"I can't keep working overtime." Xiao Tong replied with a smile, "I don't care. It's not safe for you to go home with you until midnight every day. You may complain about me with your husband and boyfriend after you go home."

"I'm single." The driver looked straight ahead, kicked the accelerator, and turned the steering wheel to start the road. Xiao Tong glanced at her in the rearview mirror, she was calm and calm, she looked graceful, not like a driver.

"Master driver, it's been so long, I haven't asked you yet, what's your name?"

"My surname is Shan, you can just call me Lao Shan."

"it is good."

Lao Dan is also a taciturn person, unlike other drivers who are not as familiar and enthusiastic in chatting, this is what Xiao Tong is most satisfied with.They only exchanged a few words when they first got into the car, and Lao Shan never took the initiative to talk to Xiao Tong again, as if the car was driving automatically and there was no driver in the car.

Xiao Tong wears earphones to listen to music, listening to loud rock music, shaking her body to the rhythm of the music, trying to immerse herself in it, so that these noisy melodies and lyrics fill her brain, and prevent other things that want to invade her brain organically. Can ride.

There was a serious traffic jam during off-duty hours. This time the time spent on the road was longer than usual. The car stopped downstairs at Xiao Tong’s house. Xiao Tong felt that the car had stopped, so he took off his earphones, thanked the old single, and got out of the car , Waiting for Lao Dan to drive away, Xiao Tong raised his head to look at the tall building, with deep fear in his eyes.

She stood with her neck on her back for about ten minutes before she prepared her mind. She walked into the building, took the elevator, stood in front of the familiar house number, took out the key and inserted it into the lock.

Click, click.

The locked door bolt was unscrewed.

click.

The door opened, revealing a gap, like a big black mouth, ready to swallow Xiao Tong in.

In the dark mouth, countless pairs of blood-colored eyes blinked. Xiao Tong took a step back, gritted his teeth and walked in. Those blood-red eyes rushed towards her like lightning. Fortunately, Xiao Tong had quick eyesight and quick hands, and turned on the headlight in the living room first. , their eyes are very afraid of light in the dark, and when the light came on, they cowered and hid in a shadowy corner, showing their fangs and claws at Xiao Tong, not daring to go forward.

Since they broke into Xiao Tong's secret room last time, they have never retreated. During the day, Xiao Tong filled his head with work, leaving them no chance to take advantage of them. But at night, after Xiao Tong relaxed, they rushed to Appeared, guarded around Xiao Tong, wandering around looking for an opportunity to take advantage of.

The fear of light is only temporary, the more afraid Xiao Tong is, the stronger they are, they will come out of the darkness soon, pulling Xiao Tong's hair, pulling Xiao Tong's ears, sharp nails scratching her face, sharp His teeth gnawed at the thin veins in her neck.

"Yu Qinghan... Yu Qinghan..." They yelled in Xiao Tong's ears, each of them shouted Yu Qinghan's name, distant and misty, yet close to Xiao Tong's ears, murmured affectionately, or hysterically The sound pierced Xiao Tong's eardrum and pierced her heart.

"Yu Qinghan... Yu Qinghan..."

"Stop yelling...stop yelling..." Xiao Tong covered her ears and begged, she was in pain, all the bones in her body were aching, even the seams of the bones were throbbing.

Xiao Tong never knew that the three words Yu Qinghan could make people suffer so much, the pain made her want to roll on the ground, it was a pain from the inside out, every strand of it would pierce her skin from the inside , she wanted to release them, but there was no way.

It hurts.

It hurts so much.

Xiao Tong pulled her hair and thought, is there anyone who can save her, who can save her.

Suddenly, all her movements stopped, and so did the demons that were tormenting her to the point of madness.

She stood for a few seconds, moved mechanically, and then she took out the fruit knife again.

The blade had a silvery metallic luster, and the back of the blade reflected Xiao Tong's dull eyes and a small mole at the corner of the eye.

Xiao Tong hated these eyes so much that she didn't even want to look at them. She raised the knife and slowly scratched her scarred left arm.

The sharp blade cut through the flesh, and blood flowed from the edge of the knife. Compared with the wanton rushing pain that had nowhere to vent in her inside, this sharp pain was nothing.

But the pain that had nowhere to vent finally found a breakthrough, and rushed out of Xiao Tong's body from the wound impatiently, not even daring to approach the darkness that entangled her.

"Yu Qinghan..." Xiao Tong cut his hand again.

Every time she uttered Yu Qinghan's name, she cut a knife on her arm, and the blood slid down the wound and dripped on the floor, rippling into dots of red, as beautiful as petals.

Every time she cut a knife and called Yu Qinghan's name, her body twitched in pain.

Later, the demon disappeared, she let go of the knife in her hand, her body was still twitching, but her heart was very relaxed, she applied medicine to the wound on her arm, cleaned the knife and the floor, lay on the bed and slept, never Horrible things came to haunt her.

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