that moonlight and you

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From midsummer to late autumn, the time is so fast that it seems only a short moment.

The day before the fashion show, Gu Yang worked overtime at Z88 until midnight, checked all the procedures, and did not stretch his muscles until the last employee left, and took a bottle of water from Lan Sen: "Okay, come back Home."

"These jobs should belong to Huandong, right?" Lan Sen picked up his coat, "Why are you doing it all by yourself?"

"In the afternoon, Huandong Marketing Department has come to confirm once." Gu Yang said, "After everyone leaves, read it again, it is for my portfolio."

"The response to this collaboration has been very good. Customers are waiting for the sale at ten o'clock tomorrow morning." Lan Sen opened the door for him, "I'll deliver first—" Before he could say anything, he saw a car park across the street. A familiar black car.

The rock youth made a voice of accusation, since someone came to pick you up, why did you lie and say that you didn't drive, and let me wait until the early hours of the morning, and wait for the annual rings again and again, is it just to force the dog food, ah, Is this the annihilation of human nature or the degeneration of morality.

Gu Yang said: "Whether you believe it or not, I really don't know."

"It doesn't have a consoling effect." Lan Sen complained, "It's still a surprise, it's even more extreme."

Gu Yang had no choice but to say, "Then I can give you a Harley motorcycle."

Lan Sen asked, "Is it the kind that can be ridden?"

Gu Yang replied: "SoftailFatob, chapter heading."

Lan Sen immediately felt comfortable all over, and wanted to give his soul friend a big hug.

But considering that the overbearing president's car was on the opposite side, he had no choice but to express his affection with his eyes, watching his best friend get into the car all the way.

"What are you talking about?" Lu Jianghan asked.

"Harley." Gu Yang leaned over, "Why didn't you tell me you were waiting?"

Lu Jianghan imitated his tone: "Because of surprise, half of the surprise is because of surprise."

Gu Yang smiled and said: "Then you have to thank Lan Sen, if it wasn't for his driving, I would probably sleep in the Z88 office tonight, too tired to walk."

"That won't work." Lu Jianghan fastened his seat belt for him, "No matter how late it is, I will take you home."

This is the beauty of love, a handful of soft light in the dark, and a warm bed when you are sleepy.

Gu Yang hugged the cushion and fell asleep soundly.

……

Under the joint publicity of Huandong and Z88, the popularity of this clothing show was very high, but no matter how big the show was in the early stage, the quality of the works ultimately depended.The limited merchandise that goes on sale at [-] o'clock is the last round of preheating. Lan Sen adjusted the shading designed by Gu Yang and covered vermilion with a larger area of ​​dark gold. It is an abstract interpretation of oriental aesthetics, and the response is good.

All obstacles were removed from the empty art exhibition hall, and red silk thread was used to decorate the runway. Combined with lighting and holographic projection technology, a show with a great sense of space was created.The event started at 07:30 in the evening. Gu Yang helped Lu Jianghan tie his tie: "Okay, let's go."

"Are you nervous?" Lu Jianghan asked.

"I'm not nervous at all." Gu Yang replied, "I'm full of confidence." Unless the alien army descended from the sky and wreaked havoc with Gatling, it would definitely be a very exciting night.

Lu Jianghan corrected: "First, aliens descending from the sky must be more exciting than a costume show. Second, there is a high probability that aliens will not use Gatling."

Gu Yang squeezed his face with his hands and deformed: "Before you give a speech on stage, you are not allowed to speak anymore!"

Lu Jianghan nodded cooperatively.

On the way, Yang Yi came over in a hurry: "President Lu, the people from the government have arrived, when do you think you will be there?"

Lu Jianghan looked at him silently.

"Boss Lu?" Yang Yi was puzzled.

Gu Yang: "..."

Yang Yi wanted to cry: "No matter what little game you are playing, can you bear with it a little bit, at least until after the event is over."

Gu Yang squeezed out words from between his teeth: "Speak!"

Lu Jianghan straightened his sleeves: "Now go."

Yang Yi praised: "The remote control is not as easy to use as you."

Lu Jianghan patted him on the shoulder: "Thank you."

Yang Yi: "..."

To be honest, no one praises you.

Gu Yang took the elevator to the show alone, and many media and audiences had already arrived at the scene.Lan Sen bumped him with his arm: "Why are you in a daze here, Ling Yun's people have already arrived, why don't you go say hello?"

"I was thinking about the first fashion show." Gu Yang said, "That's how I was backstage."

Lan Sen's heart suddenly softened: "You must have been very sad at that time." It was like a sad little hamster whose chestnuts were stolen and needed to be held in the palm of your hand and cared for.

"I'm not sad at all." Gu Yang said, "I'm so excited to death, I really want to go around the show and show off." It was a show he created by himself, an opportunity that he never dreamed of before.

Lan Sen's expression was indifferent: "Oh." Forget that you are a rough and barbaric person.

"Let's go." Gu Yang took a deep breath, "It's about to start."

At 07:30 in the evening, the lights of the show suddenly dimmed.

The sound of the music pours like water, empty and long, which is the ancient philosophy of "the unity of man and nature". The sound of the piano echoing in the factories spawned by the Western Industrial Revolution is the fusion and difference of Eastern and Western civilizations that Gu Yang wants to seek.

Even under the impact of globalization, no one can understand oriental aesthetics better than oriental designers. The 5000-year civilization heritage is reflected in clothing, not just cranes and pine bamboos, but broader and more thoughtful. Yes, just like this fashion show, some people apply traditional paintings on shirts, and some people are committed to transforming the proposition of "Zhuang Zhou's Dream of Butterflies" into modern clothing, showing the intersection and change of things and me, and He Yao's brand is also among them , her inspiration for this season comes from her own story, from the mountains and rivers she walked through in the most confused moments, it is a pilgrimage road, which can wash away the dust in her heart and bring her the most primitive perception and thinking.

The aliens didn't drop from the sky with Gatling, so it was a predictably good show.

Wonderful body In addition to the stage, models and costumes, there are also the states presented by the local young designers, which are positive, colorful and interesting.

After the closing show, there was thunderous applause.

In the media release on the second day, Lu Jianghan interpreted the applause as a gift from the audience to the original design, and at the end he thanked Gu Yang for his hard work.

A short paragraph, dozens of words, is taken out by fans and chewed over and over again, it is very sweet!

"Is it going to be fixed in the future, and will it be held every year?" Gu Yang sat on the bed, "This is a different show from Fashion Week. It should be closer to consumers and more...practical." Whether it's for Huandong or for As far as customers are concerned, they are very practical, fashion is immediate, and sales are also immediate.

"Yes." Lu Jianghan held his hand, "You have worked hard this time."

"It's not hard." Gu Yang said, "This is something I like to do, and I can stay up late for a month in a row."

"You can still stay up late for a month straight now." Lu Jianghan suggested, "Do something else."

Gu Yang patted him on the chest: "Take it easy, you will be impatient."

Lu Jianghan pulled the quilt, smiled and wrapped the person into his arms.

It is exactly the same as in the book, the little artist and his domineering president.

……

After the New Year, Gu Yang received an offer and a scholarship from Parsons as he wished.

"Are you surprised?" Lu Jianghan asked.

"Only a little bit." Gu Yang sat on the sofa wrapped in a sweater while holding a glass of hot orange juice, "Because there is no suspense."

Still the smart and proud kid from someone else's family who doesn't need parents to worry about.

There's a little bit of beating, and a lot of cuteness.

There was also a small-scale discussion on the Internet.Those who like him are busy sending blessings, while those who don't like him are attacking the gold content of this admission notice sourly, and posted an analysis by a "professional", saying that Parsons is in the design industry. The status of Central Saint Martins is far inferior to that of Central Saint Martins. The latter is a romantic sanctuary that truly cultivates talented designers, while the former is just a crash workshop under the commercial trend.

"Actually, it's true in a certain sense." Gu Yang put the computer aside, "But I don't reject commercialization at all, and I never want to be a lonely designer with a high profile." Your own fashion brand, the one that is highly sought after, preferably the one that can be popular all over the world.

Lu Jianghan smiled: "Yes."

"Mr. Lu, you're going to have a campus romance soon." Gu Yang put his arms around his neck, "Across the Pacific Ocean, it's platonic."

"Refused." Lu Jianghan said, "I will come to see you when I have time."

Whether it's New York or Mars, he keeps his hands in the palm of his hand.

And a gentle kiss.

……

When the next early autumn came, Gu Yang's plane also landed at Kennedy International Airport.

A new environment, and new friends.

Lan Sen was alert: "Is my status threatened?"

"No." Gu Yang lay on the table listlessly. He was so busy in the first month of school that he didn't have the energy to entangle his soul with others for the time being.

On the weekend before Christmas, Lu Jianghan called: "What are you doing?"

"Cafe." There was a book in front of Gu Yang, "Look at Pushkin, and wait for my cousin to pick me up by the way."

Lu Jianghan couldn't laugh or cry: "I told you a long time ago that he doesn't understand Russian literature at all."

"But we talked about poetry for half an hour last time." Gu Yang emphasized, "I also learned a sentence of Russian."

Lu Jianghan: "..."

Are you sure you didn't identify the wrong person?

In the crowded traffic, Lu Yuxi was driving while listening to Pushkin's "Moon", so that when he chatted with Gu Yang later, he could answer freely without revealing his secrets.

Everyone has a hidden talent, and the little artist's secret skill point probably lies in forcing the big bad wolves to wear vests.

Or to put it better, he is good at letting domineering CEOs find new joys in life.

For example, "It's delicious to cook."

Another example is "very good research on Russian literature".

Super awesome.