Tailor-made president

Mother Ning held his hand, chattering about her thoughts over the years.She was shocked and didn't understand at first, but in the past, she might have done many terrible things.But at that time, Mother Ning had already undergone tumor surgery, and after experiencing life and death, she became indifferent to many things and began to look up information, trying to understand her son.From shock, sadness, to understanding, during the whole process, Mother Ning chose not to disturb Ning Zigui.

However, Mother Ning has never been able to find a chance to talk to Ning Zigui.Ning's mother said this, and then said: "I tried to find some opportunities to talk to you...but I found that you were very resistant to this topic, so I was even more worried..." Ning Zigui kept listening to his mother trying to speak lightly. Describing this painful and difficult process, she also burst into tears, and said: "No... I'm just embarrassed..." Mother Ning smiled: "I guess so. It's fine if it's just embarrassment, I'm afraid you won't agree Myself." Ning Zigui was speechless after hearing this.Mother Ning gave him a firm hug, and cried together with him again.

That night, the two mothers and sons hugged and cried for a long time, and the topics they talked about later seemed to have nothing to do with all this, and they even talked about the candy store they passed by when they were young.

Ning's mother looked at the clock and realized for a moment: "Oh, you have to go to work tomorrow!" Heart tired.It seems that many colleagues look down on him, a newcomer who is sold out but can enter the core department, but his performance is very poor.Ning Zigui also wanted to say that he looked down on him too, but he wouldn't say that now, he was his mother's best son, OK's best-selling designer, and the ex-boyfriend of the president of HF!

Waking up in the morning, is it a new day?

Ning Zigui silently wrote "Pass the probation period assessment" on the short-term goal, turning his pen lightly, and unconsciously wrote the word "Fu Cheng".His face was red again: "If he can pass the trial period, if he is still single, if he doesn't hate me, if..."

But Ning Zigui quickly denied his idea: let's work first.

Fan Baoer sent him another message, still asking him when he would be free, to fulfill the agreement to treat him to dinner.Ning Zigui felt a little sorry, but he decided to allocate his time this week to work and Fu Cheng.Ning Zigui could only reply with a bunch of apologies.Not long after, Shuzai called again to ask if he was free on the weekend.Ning Zigui thought: "Why are you asking me out all of a sudden?" Suddenly he had the illusion that he was very popular.

Ning Zigui smiled: "My assessment period is almost over, and the new product hasn't come out yet, so I don't have time! Are you in a hurry?" Potato said, "Oh, forget it, it's not in a hurry." After finishing speaking just hung up.After Shuzai died, he turned to Fan Baoer and said, "I really don't have time!" Fan Baoer felt relieved.Shuzai joked again: "You think everyone is like you, you can cut two pieces of cloth and put them together and sell them at a high price, so that you can roam around without anything!" After hearing this, Fan Baoer began to argue seriously again, saying that her own Works are not put together randomly.Of course, he also has to admit that sometimes he doesn't perform well and the work is not satisfactory, but he doesn't worry about not being able to sell at a high price.Sometimes, he had to admit that Potato said: "You just find a factory to make white T-shirts with his name 'Beaude François' printed on them in batches, and each can sell for 2000." Fan Baoer was in a good mood at that time , and said with a smile: "Only 2000?"

If it is a young designer with low qualifications, he may not be as lucky as him.

Ning Zigui is one of these "young designers with little experience".

There is no old book to rely on, and no father to rely on, so I can only rely on my own works to speak for myself.Fortunately, Ning Zigui's design can also be implemented, from the stage of sketching to selecting fabrics.It's just that he couldn't find the color he wanted in the company's warehouse, so he could only send a WeChat message, asking familiar fabric merchants to pay attention.These fabric merchants cooperated with him when he was still OK, and he was originally regarded as a "customer father", but now that he has gone to HF, he is even more flattered.Ningzi didn't dare not group her friends when she returned to Moments, otherwise she would be liked to death and befriended in various ways.

But, Fu Cheng is in his closest group, a group that can be seen in every circle of friends.

In fact, Ning Zigui's first thought was to put Fu Cheng in the group of "I don't see you once in 800 years", but he couldn't bear it.Then after deleting the circle of friends related to HF, Fu Cheng was assigned to the "friends and relatives group".Afterwards, I felt a little regretful, and I was afraid that the other party would see my embarrassment.

Ning Zigui stood blankly in front of the cabinet for too long as if, the supervisor on the other side of the fabric looked at him and asked with a smile, "What are you looking for?" A photo from many years: "This fabric...do you still have stock?" The supervisor is already in his 50s. He raised his reading glasses, looked at it carefully, and said in surprise: "This..." Ning Zigui said, "That's right, or a similar blue color is fine."

This fabric was seen by Ning Zigui in Fu Cheng's works back then, and he was amazed by it.Back then, the subject of their homework was "Sea Breeze". Fu Cheng's works surpassed others in terms of fabric alone.The blue color is neither deep nor light, and you can see the magnificent and low-key dark lines when you look closely, and the touch is even more light and smooth, with a real "sea breeze" feeling.Ning Zigui asked where he got the fabric, and Fu Cheng said he got it from HF.Ning Zigui admired this company even more.

The old supervisor was a little curious: "Where did you get this photo?" Ning Zigui said vaguely: "Well... I saw it in the designs of outstanding students of the same class when I was in school." The old supervisor said with a smile : "Then you must be from the Academy of Fine Arts of Qushui Temple." Ning Zigui smiled and nodded.The old supervisor smiled and said: "I know this fabric, and it was made by the factory I found. At that time, Mr. Fu was still a student. He said he wanted this kind of fabric, and the requirements were very clear, but none of the existing ones met his requirements. Mr. Da Fu asked me to take my son to find a familiar fabric merchant to make it. At that time, he opened a line specially for his homework. I was joking at that time, who would have thought that a student’s work could cost this much .” Ning Zigui smiled a little stiffly: It seems that talent alone is not enough to be an excellent student.

The old supervisor was a little emotional: "So we all said that it is fortunate that Mr. Fu did not always follow the design route, otherwise he would be a master who can waste too much money. Speaking of which, no one knows that Mr. Fu is actually such a romantic and Someone who fantasizes." Ning Zigui couldn't help but feel concerned: "I think it's a pity. I remember that among the students in the same class, there was no one who was better than Mr. Fu. It is said that he was admitted to College A, but He didn't go! Why didn't he follow the design route?" The old supervisor smiled and said, "That's because he wanted to reduce the burden on his father!" According to it, it is not a good habit to talk about the personal affairs of the big boss in the company.The old supervisor said: "Maybe there are still some stock left somewhere, but I don't know if the color is still that good. Let me keep an eye on it for you."

Ning Zigui thanked him very much, but the old supervisor said, "You're welcome." He praised Ning Zigui for his gentleness and modesty, and then said that everyone is an alumnus, and he also graduated from the Qushui Temple Academy of Fine Arts.Ning Zigui added: "I know, you gave lectures when you came back to school, and I went to listen to them, and I benefited a lot." The old supervisor was also very happy to hear that, and he and Ning Zigui added WeChat to each other.

Regardless of whether Ning Zigui is busy or not, whether or not Ning Zigui can find the fabric he likes, Sunday, which made him nervous and looking forward to it, has arrived as scheduled.

He was really busy every day until Saturday.Ning's mother told him about considering a trial marriage with the uncle, and Ning Zigui expressed her support.But Ning's mother was worried about Ning Zigui again.Ning Zigui smiled: "Oh my God! How old am I!" Ning's mother was speechless, but she still looked worried.

By Sunday morning, Ning Zigui, who was free, fell into anxiety that he couldn't extricate himself from.It was good that he had work clogging his head before, but now that he is alone, he can't help but think about all kinds of things.It really didn't go well, so he went to the barber shop downstairs to ask Mr. Tony to wash, cut and blow-dry. His hair was shorter, and after washing and blow-drying again, he looked much refreshed.When he got home, he glanced at the clock again, thinking about what clothes to wear.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at it, he fell into serious self-doubt.

Why didn't he realize that he had lived such a rough life these past few years.The clothes in the closet were old models a few years ago, and many of the trousers were whitish. Of course, he could also argue that they were the popular "washed white" with a natural old-fashioned effect.But the pilling on a few of the clothes is a solid proof of his slovenliness.

Except for the more formal clothes for work, the rest of the casual clothes are old and broken, and they are still fast-selling brands.

When he buried himself in the closet and was unconsciously grooming his hair, Mother Ning stood by the door and asked him quietly, "Are you going out in the afternoon?" Ning Zigui was startled: "Mom, Why are you walking silently?" Ning's mother smiled: "Who are you going out with? Is it the 'rice pot' from last time?" Ning Zigui said: "No, just...just meet with old classmates." Ning Zigui Mother listened and nodded: "Old classmate, that's fine...why didn't I hear you mention it?" Ning Zigui smiled: "It's nothing. Um...huh? After I met Fan Baoer last time, I came back. What kind of clothes are you wearing?" Ning's mother said: "That dress... I remember it." Ning's mother took it out from the cabinet, and the clothes were covered with dust jackets: "I don't think I have seen this one before. Clothes, I wondered if you borrowed them from someone, so I washed them carefully and put them away. I kept forgetting."

Ning Zigui picked up the dress and gestured in front of him, thinking in the mirror, as if this was the only good dress he had.