you are my baby [rebirth]

The lights on the stage are bright, matching with the constant changes of clothes, reflecting the light luster of the soft fabric on the models, as if creating a misty and hazy fairyland in the world.

Qin Moyan leaned on the back of the chair with his legs crossed and raised his head slightly, looking intently at the stage.

His position was facing the catwalk, and the lights on the stage flickered into his dark eyes, illuminating those beautiful eyes with brilliance, shining like gems that could not be concealed by the night.

Every thread, every thing and every decoration on the models has been taken care of by him personally, and all of them are deeply reflected in his mind.

But only now did he know that after being endowed with souls by the models, they could be even more beautiful, so beautiful that it was like a dream, and one couldn't help but hold one's breath, for fear that the slightest disturbance would dissipate in smoke, so that the entire stands were full of people. All fell silent.

The hem of the clothes swayed and the shadows intersected, Qin Moyan was slightly lost in thought.

All the hard work and dedication were sublimated at this moment, and turned into a shallow sense of pride and pride, which made him feel a little hot in his heart.

The beauty of WUYUN, if you have to describe it, is very different from other brands. It is simple and neat without any cumbersome and deliberately piled up.

It seems that every line and every fold has its inevitable meaning of existence, and there is no extra stroke, but the beauty of the human body can be expressed to the extreme in simplicity.

Even though it is regarded as the vane of the international fashion industry every year, it is also the target of plagiarism and imitation by various small and medium-sized brands, but in the development and application of fashion elements, WUYUN has never had the slightest deliberate effort, and every point of application is smooth and smooth Generally just right.

WUYUN's innovation speed is slower than that of most brands, and the volume is relatively small, because each model is taken seriously.

They have achieved the ultimate in the combination of classic details and fashion elements. They have repeatedly tried and tested colors and materials, and they can lead the popular colors of the season almost every year.

In many market surveys in the past, WUYUN is the brand that consumers are least willing to eliminate from their wardrobes.

Not only because of the high price, but more importantly, WUYUN's clothing is often worn year after year, but after being taken out again every year, it can still make people feel different aesthetics, as if they will never Outdated in general.

This is why the price of WUYUN has been at the top of the pyramid, but the supply is still in short supply.

This is something that most clothing brands, even clothing brands of the same level as WUYUN, cannot do.

The hustle and bustle of the social environment makes most people only think about how to maximize their benefits, or want to make a big splash, but no one thinks that it is Wu Yun who always sticks to his original intention is the biggest winner.

Putting everything down and sitting here quietly watching a show, many thoughts in Qin Moyan's mind slowly became clear, and it also made him realize the charm of color once again.

The colors of this show are mostly the basic colors of autumn and winter, but because of Wu Yun’s repeated adjustments to the colors, not only is there no trace of heaviness and depression on the runway, but because of the ingenious collocation and embellishment, the whole presents a kind of Chic and elegant feeling.

Even the most basic black and gray are no longer gloomy, leaving only a slight warmth.

A show was neither long nor short, but during the whole process, the audience was completely silent until Lu Xiye took the stage with the designers and models to take the curtain call.

Everyone on the stage seemed to be high-spirited, but humble and low-key. They smiled and bowed slightly to thank the audience, which aroused thunderous applause.

Qin Moyan looked up with a smile and looked at Lu Xiye standing on the stage and this proud team. The moment their eyes met, Lu Xiye showed a faint smile, and stretched out his hand to him with eyebrows slightly raised.

Qin Moyan was stunned for a moment, then slowly got up and stepped onto the catwalk from one side.

The light chased his figure, caged him in it, and made him almost unable to see anything outside the light circle, but he still walked to Lu Xiye's side without hindrance, and Lu Xiye grabbed his wrist.

The two bowed together and thanked the audience again.

Thunderous applause rang in his ears, and Qin Moyan's palms tightened unconsciously.

In his last life, before he knew his real life experience, he had imagined countless times that maybe one day he could enter Wuyun through his own efforts. Even if he and Lu Xiye had no other fate, at least he still had the opportunity to work together .

But because the Qin family also made clothing, Jiang Ying strongly opposed it and even threatened him with death, which forced him to give up his dream of making clothing.

No one knew how sad he had been.

Even though being lost has become a habit, even if it is easy to stand up again in the turbulence of fate, but that time, he still did not recover for a long time.

Under the strong light, Qin Moyan seemed to see the lost and helpless self in his previous life in a trance.

There was no light turned on in the dark basement, only the low-quality cigarettes flickering between the young man's fingers, vaguely illuminating a vague figure, looking lonely and desolate.

That night he was trapped in endless darkness, and for the first time felt that his fate might be the same as the dark basement, with no light in sight and no end in sight.

The self in the previous life and the self in this life subtly overlap at this moment.

Qin Moyan's eyes were slightly hot. If he could, he really wanted to go back and tell the young man who sat alone in the dark that night that his future was not dark, at least not in a certain sense.

He finally realized his dream.

Even though it spanned past and present lives, even though it was a bit tragic, under the spotlight at this moment, he and Lu Xiye still stood side by side after all.

Hand in hand, in a better way than he'd ever imagined.

"What's the matter?" When returning backstage, Lu Xiye gently pinched his palm and held his slightly curled fingers.

Qin Moyan's fingertips felt slightly cold, Lu Xiye lowered his eyes and rubbed it gently for him with his fingertips.

"Qin Moyan," he called his name, and said, "You are distracted."

"It's okay." Qin Moyan turned his head to look at him, with a slight smile on his lips, "I suddenly remembered something from the past."

Lu Xiye's footsteps paused slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly.

For Qin Moyan, most of the past has nothing to do with happiness and happiness, but the bruises accumulated in his heart over the years.

The only way to fully recover is to face it squarely and let the congestion go away bit by bit.

"What did you think of?" Lu Xiye asked.

"Thinking about the past, I was very sad because I couldn't learn clothing." Qin Moyan said, "Actually, thinking about it now, I probably couldn't be sure whether I wanted to learn clothing because of you or because I also like it."

"What about now?" Lu Xiye asked again.

"Now I feel that I really like it very much." Qin Moyan looked up at him and laughed.

"Where is Master Lu? Where is Master Lu?" In the corner of the backstage covered by clothes, Qin Moyan heard someone looking for Lu Xiye.

But Lu Xiye raised his hand and squeezed his chin as if he had never heard of it, and pressed him against the wall.

"Qin Moyan," he leaned forward and asked him, "Be clear, do you like me or clothes?"

Lu Xiye's eyes were slender and slightly squinted, looking threatening, but Qin Moyan was not afraid at all.

On the contrary, at this moment, he felt that Lu Xiye was simply too cute, childish and innocent, especially touching.

"What do you think?" Qin Moyan was amused, raised his hand to put on Lu Xiye's shoulder, and asked provocatively.

"I don't think so," Lu Xiye looked down at him, "I can only...," the words behind became blurred, and then hidden between the intersecting lips and teeth, only the sound of wet water remained.

Qin Moyan's lips were soft and slightly cool, and they were engulfed by Lu Xiye's hot lips, as if they were immediately heated up by a fire.

His eyes widened slightly, just meeting Lu Xiye's deep and long eyes. Those eyes were no longer as calm and self-sufficient as before, but dark waves, deep and vast, filled with endless possessive desire .

Qin Moyan was stunned for a moment, he could hardly open his eyes due to the hot emotion in Lu Xiye's eyes, his eyelashes trembled, his eyelids drooped, and Lu Xiye held down his Adam's apple gently.

The lips and tongue are soft, but they seem to have the strongest will, which can sweep everything.

Qin Moyan's Adam's apple was held down and his eyes were wide open. Both his eyes and mouth were completely captured at the same time.

The busy noise of the staff outside seemed to be in my ears, and the assistants brought by Lu Xiye from China were looking for him everywhere, as if they were getting closer to them, but they were like naughty children, hiding in the quiet and dim In one corner, kiss wantonly.

Possessiveness itself is a crazy and addictive thing, no matter how restrained it was, but at this moment, Lu Xiye is willing to release them all, let Qin Moyan see, feel, and let him know that someone needs him forever, and he also I will never experience any misfortune in the previous life.

The voices of the assistants were getting closer and closer, as if they were heard through a thin layer of fabric, and they might be discovered at any time.

Excitement and tension hit his heart together, Qin Moyan's eyes widened and he couldn't help panting and pushed Lu Nishino's shoulder.

This time Lu Xiye backed away, but he was not as flustered as Qin Moyan at all. He lowered his eyes to look at Qin Moyan for a moment, then raised his finger to gently rub his moist rose-colored lips.

"Qin Moyan," Lu Xiye's hot and dry fingertips moved down the corners of Qin Moyan's lips little by little, passed through the pointed jaw, the slender neck, and finally grasped his slightly thin shoulders, pushing him against the wall After pressing down, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it important for me or the clothes?"

Qin Moyan was amused again, and helplessly raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Lu Xiye held his wrist and pulled it down, looking at him stubbornly, as if he would not let him go until he got an answer.

"Young Master Lu, are you addicted to playing?" Qin Moyan smiled lightly, and then reminded him softly, "If you continue to do this, we will be in the headlines tomorrow."

"Then go." Lu Xiye said with a half-smile, leaning slightly towards him.

Qin Moyan felt like he was going crazy, the assistant's voice was clearly close at hand, but Lu Xiye ignored it.

"Young Master Lu." The long silk cloth was pulled away by someone's hand, and a little light from outside came in. Lu Xiye didn't even look at it, but raised his hand slightly, covering half of Qin Moyan's face.

The assistant was stunned for a moment, seeing that Mr. Xiao Lu, who was secretly talked about by his company colleagues that maybe no one could get close to him, who had a sense of distance, held him in his arms forcefully and domineeringly, and couldn't help froze. up.

Qin Moyan was terribly ashamed, he raised his hand to cover his hot cheeks, only a pair of eyes protruded from between his fingers, staring at Lu Xiye with no power.

The light disappeared again, and I don't know whether the assistant waited outside or left lightly.

Qin Moyan raised his foot and kicked Lu Xiye's calf in embarrassment and annoyance. Lu Xiye accepted it without avoiding it, and smiled lightly, saying inexplicably, "Let your feet get ready tonight!" .”

Qin Moyan was startled, and after a while, he felt that the blood in his whole body seemed to rush to his head.

He was anxious and angry, and couldn't help scolding in a low voice: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Lu Xiye hugged him with a sullen smile, and continued to ask, "Who is important?"