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Xie Qishi stepped down.

He walked towards the man in the audience.

Yu Yicheng's eyes were deep and difficult to distinguish.

The pianist in a bright blue shirt is smiling and looking rather nonchalant.

It was as if after a violent storm had sprung from his fingertips, he was finally satisfied, so he stopped frowning.

He walked up to him.

The smooth cloth lifted up with the breeze, seemingly brushing against Yu Yicheng's shoulders.

Blue flashed by.

It only left a faint fragrance for Yu Yicheng.

It's like a green lake after the rain, a deep valley and a secluded pool.

Xie Qi did not stop.

He brushes past him.

"Did you use perfume today?"

At the next table, Wen Ling was wearing an exaggerated hat and looking at him.

"Tried our employer's product."

He sat beside Wen Ling, and picked up the lemonade on the table:

"This one is very serene and I love it."

"This series is not what we want to design," Wen Ling shook his head, "Have you read the information? This time the theme of the perfume is prosperity, dances, and flames."

"These two series are a perfumer." Xie Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, his upper body sinking on the back of the sofa, "I want to find the similarities."

"This perfumer is very mysterious," Wen Ling spread his hands, "Usually we have to communicate with the perfumer when we receive a perfume design...but he hasn't shown up yet."

"It is said that we will talk about it in detail after our plan comes out, and we are not afraid of messing up." Wen Ling said bluntly.

"His works are very few." Xie Qi nodded and suddenly laughed, "Not even a signed perfumer of this brand."

"...Looks like they came here to play." Wen Ling deeply agreed, "Have you noticed? When we contacted each other last time, it felt very—"

"Bland, not urgent at all, not commercial at all," he stared at the lemon dangling in the glass, "I like it."

"..." Wen Ling was helpless, "Don't let me bring you down."

Xie Qi is going to eat this bowl of rice in the future, and Wen Ling felt obligated to let him be exposed to the general situation in the industry.

It was strange to say that the information submitted by the other party after changing a group of people was different from the information he had received before.

He had heard a rumor before that the perfume they picked up would be the series of another brand's resident perfumer.

As a result, it changed when the official contact was made.

And the attitude of the other party is not as usual, it always seems a bit... just like Xie Qi said, not in a hurry to get the finished product, not in a hurry to make a profit, which means a little laissez-faire.

Wen Ling suddenly felt strange.

He has opened a studio for several years, so it’s fine if he feels this way. Xie Qi is a student...with no background and no work experience. He usually just assists in recording from the sidelines. How can it be so natural to comment on the other party?

As if it was a regular occurrence for him.

Born to be smart?

He looked at Xie Qi who was staring at the lemonade in a daze, and laughed.

Maybe, there are many geniuses and smart people in the world, maybe let him meet one.

Wen Ling cleared his throat.

"This project is not just for you to work on," he looked serious. "Although you are not in charge of design, there is an additional activity here-related to your profession, have you heard of it?"

"Well, a design drawing competition."

He was not surprised.

He had already learned about these seriously before.

"Take perfume as the topic, and ask to attach the perfume of your choice to the entry information." Wen Ling repeated the request, "Of course, the threshold for this is higher than the competition for students you participated in before."

"I know that in the past, people who advanced in the preliminary rounds were usually recommended by the studio," he answered smoothly, then hesitated for a moment, but still said, "I have seen the works of the previous few years... our studio should have you Did you go?"

"Yes." Wen Ling spread out his hands and smiled, "If someone hadn't begged me for a lot of money, I wouldn't have let go."

This is actually a serious statement.

Wen's family has been working in this industry for many years, Wen Ling's decision to go or not can only be said to be based on his temper, but for Xie Qi who has no foundation, this is a good opportunity.

But Wen Ling's emphasis must mean something else.

"……Rory?"

Xie Qi frowned.

"Tell him to tell you by himself," Wen Ling leaned on the back of the sofa beside him, "He's rehearsing backstage, and he should come out when he thinks about it."

As soon as the words fell, a man with brown hair and blue eyes appeared opposite Xie Qi.

Sweat was still dripping from his forehead, and there was a little warmth all over his body.

The clothes are also... very flowery.

But when the arrogant man in front of him spoke, his voice lowered a little:

"Thank you, I..."

"Ok?"

The person who was called turned a blind eye to the playful eyes of the people around him, and looked back calmly.

"I, I didn't know you would be so angry."

"I'm not angry." When he smiled slightly, his eyes always seemed to be filled with gurgling springs. "I didn't reply to you because I was too tired from the meeting. Don't get me wrong."

It doesn't matter, there is no position to be angry.

Xie Qi knew this very well, he had never had any ripples in his heart because of Rory's private life.

"What are you?" He didn't want Rory to continue talking, so he simply changed the subject.

"I told you before, the etiquette team, and our school's hip-hop club—we're performing here today."

This bar has a dance floor every once in a while.

Generally, there are special performances, and there are also free periods in the follow-up. Interested audiences can enter the venue by themselves.

The dance floor is in the center of the hall, next to the piano stage.

The drums sounded.

Xie Qi understood.

Rory was probably about to go on stage, so he came over and said a few words to him in a hurry:

"I've spoken to my mum, sorry - I didn't know she was going to be like this."

"She's fine."

Xie Qi told the truth.

Ms. Luo came over and stabbed him with neither soft nor hard words, and all subsequent attacks were aimed at Yu Yicheng.

Even most of the time, they are talking about old things that others can't understand.

Of course, no one made a sound to stop it.

"I hope you will go to this competition," Rory said earnestly. "My mother didn't know what kind of person you are before, but if you go to participate, she will definitely know—"

"Oh, I almost forgot, Ms. Luo is one of the referees for the final."

He suddenly realized, and muttered.

Rory stared at him closely.

"As long as my mother has seen your work, she will definitely appreciate you—"

"But why do I have to be liked by your mother?"

Xie Qi said lightly.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

"I—I'm not—" Rory was momentarily incoherent.

"Just kidding," he smiled again, staring Rory blankly, "thank you."

"I like this year's theme and will sign up."

"It's just that the studio doesn't need to recommend me, I just need to participate in my own name."

"Personally..." Wen Ling on the side muttered.

In the past few times, there were very few individuals who participated in the competition.

Anyone who is in his early years will become famous in the industry within a few years.

Xie Qi didn't take it seriously, and watched Rory take the stage.

The men on stage beat to the beat.

His gestures are still very graceful, but there is a kind of wildness vaguely revealed.

Charming indeed.

The screams from all around almost drowned Xie Qi.

"Do you really want to participate like this?"

Wen Ling asked him in a low voice.

"Well," Xie Qi admired the stage intently, and lowered his voice, "It just so happens that I like this perfume sample very much."

"You really are..." Wen Ling didn't finish his sentence.

"Sir, your tip." The waiter appeared as promised.

"..."

Xie Qi glanced at the front table.

Just so happens the music fades out.

In the gap between the drumbeat and the sound of the piano, Yu Yicheng and his eyes intertwined.

The music didn't stop for too long, just as long as they looked at each other.

"It's showtime!"

When it rang again, it was already free time.

Anyone can go up there.

He suddenly thought a little bit.

"The theme of our fragrance this time includes the dance?"

"Yeah, but it's supposed to be one of those traditional dances? It's not like this kind of bar—huh? You want to go?"

"I want to go."

He stood up gracefully, cruising to the corner of the stage like a blue butterfly.

Immediately, the bright blue silk satin shirt was taken off.

At the corner of the bar, a touch of soft blue flew over.

It was falling into Yu Yicheng's hands.

The author has something to say: Today, the software related to my writing crashed twice, and the second time, the customer service was off work (spread hands) all because of me looking for, deleting, and reinstalling indiscriminately in the folder, and then fixed it again ( Spread hands)

The bug took a lot of time~Thank you for reading~