After marrying a wealthy family, I just want to start a career[Transmigration Book]

In early March, there was a clothing show jointly created by a small number of high-end brands. The show was not big, but it quickly became popular in the circle.

The designers of the show had a lot in common.

Most of them have returned from studying abroad, and they have always insisted on their own style, and their positioning is relatively high-end.

And in the process of their persistent efforts, word-of-mouth slowly began to ferment and take shape.

Among them are Fang Jin.

As a co-model of the brand, Fangjin Company hopes that Ning An can participate in this show.

But considering the rehearsals in the early stage, the adjustments in the later stage, and the time it would take for a normal show, Ning An finally turned it down.

In this show, most of the brands choose foreign models, and there are not many domestic models.

But Fangjin Company insisted on using Chinese models, but they were not satisfied after a few trials inside and out.

Fang Jin forced Ning An to rescue him, but Ning An had no choice but to move Tian Xiaoci to rescue him.

Tian Xiaoci hasn't accepted an event for a long time, and recently he has been going in and out, and Ning An only thinks that he is taking care of his mother, Kong Wan.

After he and Tan Wenyu learned of Kong Wan's situation, they visited once.

At that time, just after the New Year, Kong Guan, who was recovering well, was arranging a nanny to sort out his clothes and luggage in preparation for moving.

The house they lived in was rented. Soon after Kong Wan fell ill, he sold his house in order to raise medical expenses.

The reason for the rush to move just after Chinese New Year is said to be because the landlord’s son needs to use the house for his wedding and needs to arrange renovations in advance.

Kong Wan looked fine, not as weak as they imagined.

She is a very kind and gentle woman, and she is very optimistic and tenacious in her speech.

Afraid of disturbing the patient's rest, they sat for a while and then left.

When going out, Ning An asked Tian Xiaoci if he needed help when he moved, but Tian Xiaoci refused with a smile.

Since then, because of their respective busy schedules, they didn't even have time to get together.

When Ning An called Tian Xiaoci, there was actually a little hesitation there, but Ning An didn't think much about it, he just thought he was counting the time,

And that hesitation quickly passed away, and Tian Xiaoci quickly responded.

In late February, Feng Yun went on a business trip to the United States.

Originally, his itinerary was expected to be about a week, but when he returned to the hotel after the first day of work, he had already started to miss Ning An.

This is something he has never experienced before, sweet and sour.

Like a not-so-ripe red grape, it is crystal clear, with a bit of sourness in the sweetness, which makes people both afraid and fascinated.

Resisting the urge to call Ning An, he poured a glass of wine, leaned over the high window sill of the hotel, and looked far into the distance, looking at the bustling night in New York where the sea of ​​lights converged.

This place is very lively, but this excitement does not belong to him.

The cold wind howled from far and near, blowing on his face, he squinted his eyes slightly, but still couldn't help thinking about what Ning An was doing now.

It's like being possessed by a demon.

The halo in the distance, reflected in the cold night wind, gives people an illusion of warmth.

Against such a background, Ning An's gentle and quiet smile that night reappeared in front of his eyes without reservation, like a movie on a giant screen.

If he didn't have that cigarette, he would probably touch his face, but what happens after he really touches it?

He squinted his eyes and raised his head slightly, letting the cold wine slip down his throat.

Why do you miss him so much?It's only been a day, and even he himself feels astonished and unbelievable.

But that yearning was like a raging tide, constantly crashing in his chest, almost breaking through him, real and naked, even evading was unnecessary.

He buried his face in his arms and had to be appointed.

"Take bread away frme, if you wish,

take air away, but

don't takefrmeyhter.

……

My love, in the darkest

hour hter

opens, and if...

……

deny mebread, air,

light, spring,

but never everything

for I would die."

The verses are brewing between the lips and tongue, and the tenderness blooms quietly in the late night that no one knows in a foreign country.

In his life, he had been lucky.

At the beginning of March, the day before the show, Feng Yun rushed back early.

That night, he got off work early and took Ning An out for a warm meal, and then the two rushed to the show together.

Like other shows, this show still focuses on women's clothing, and there are not many male models, but all of them are eye-catching.

In the spring and summer of the new year, there will be fairy-like gauze skirts, elegant dresses, and neat professional suits, embellished with fashionable and trendy elements...

The color scheme is mainly light, light blue, light green, delicate and elegant beige, like a glass of cold fruity soda in hot summer, which can directly refresh people's hearts.

In terms of styles, in addition to the complicated design of women's clothing that highlights artistry, men's clothing and accessories are all practical, simple and direct, and directly touch people's hearts.

Practical and simple does not mean rough and crude.

On the contrary, excellent materials, well-fitting tailoring and unconventional version...

All kinds of small details are countless, showing care and delicacy everywhere.

When worn on the models, it is the elegance and nobility that cannot be copied casually.

This is a gorgeous but not frivolous show, and it is also a show full of dry goods.

Something blurred out of Ning An's mind.

I just feel that there are some things like the difference between clothing style diagrams and fashion illustrations, but where the difference is, I can't fully clarify it for a while.

In fact, he didn't have time to think about it.

The show was held in Shengjing, and Luo Xiudian greeted him as soon as the show was over, and wanted to invite the young couple out for a drink together.

Since Feng Yun entered Chuhe, Luo Xiudian and Ning Hao have invited them several times.

But helplessly, they are busy during this time, so they have no time to get together.

And it was the same today, because Ning An had to go backstage to find Tian Xiaoci.

Ning An and Feng Yun calculated the time, and made another appointment with Luo Xiudian to go back to Ning's house for the weekend to visit Ning Shiqu and Sun Lanxin.

At that time, you can chat or talk about things by the way.

When they entered the backstage, Tian Xiaoci had already removed her makeup and was packing her backpack.

Ning An went to say hello to the busy Fang Jin, and then walked out with Feng Yun and Tian Xiaoci, wanting to have a drink with SOSO.

They habitually walked through the back door. In the corridor of the back door, a man was smoking a cigarette against the wall.

It was Shen Qingchuan.

Seeing them, he viciously threw the cigarette butt on the ground, twisted it under his feet, and then showed a somewhat ferocious smile at Tian Xiaoci.

"It's been so hard to hide from me these past few months? What's the matter? Can't eat anymore? Are you out to pick up activities again?" He forced him over step by step.

Feng Yun pulled Ning An and Tian Xiaoci behind him, and greeted him politely: "Boss Shen."

"Yo, who am I? So it's President Feng?" Shen Qingchuan sneered and looked at Feng Yun: "However, it's useless if the emperor is here today. What Tian Xiaoci owes me must be paid back."

"Calm down." Feng Yun frowned.

Chu He and Shen have some cooperation, and the two have confronted each other at the negotiating table several times before, so they can be regarded as acquaintances.

In Feng Yun's eyes, Shen Qingchuan is very sophisticated and ruthless, and he usually speaks and does things calmly, with ease.

It was the first time he had seen such a gaffe like today, and it was a bit unexpected.

He pressed Shen Qingchuan's shoulder: "They are all men, if you have something to say, say it well."

"Speak well?" Shen Qingchuan sneered: "Ask him, did he give me a chance to speak well?"

In fact, this is an emotional issue between the two of them, and it is not particularly appropriate for outsiders to get involved.

Feng Yun turned to look at Tian Xiaoci.

Tian Xiaoci nodded to Ning An: "I'll talk to him."

He took the lead towards a window deep in the corridor, lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

Shen Qingchuan then followed.

Feng Yun and Ning An looked at each other, then stopped and waited.

Their distance is neither too far nor too close, just right.

The conversation that the other party deliberately suppressed is just not clear, but once something happens, you can step forward in time.

Ning An knocked out a cigarette, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, but he didn't light it, leaning against the wall and looking over there.

Shen Qingchuan's state today is not right, he is a little worried.

Feng Yun hugged his shoulders in a funny way, and pulled him into his arms: "The wall is cold."

Ning An smiled and didn't refuse, as if it had become a habit, she leaned halfway into his arms like that.

He said softly: "If something happens later, don't move, let me do it, I can't figure it out before you do it."

Feng Yun smiled and rubbed his hair, knowing that Ning An was afraid of affecting the cooperation between Chu He and Shen, and wanted to pick him out.

The voice over there was fairly steady at first, but gradually Shen Qingchuan lost control.

Suddenly, he grabbed Tian Xiaoci's chin with one hand, pushed him on his chest with the other, and slammed him to the window: "Aren't you a **** who sells it, why are you?"

Almost at the same time, Ning An bounced out, he grabbed Shen Qingchuan's shoulder from behind, and threw him hard against the wall behind him.

Shen Qingchuan's back hit the wall, making a dull sound.

Shen Qingchuan leaned against the wall panting, his eyes were red, and after the brief dizziness caused by the impact passed, he raised his fist and hit Ning An on the head.

Feng Yun quickly pulled Ning An into his arms, and caught Shen Qingchuan's fist with his hands.

In fact, when Shen Qingchuan's fist reached his palm, it was already out of strength.

Because he heard Ning An's voice, it was as cold as ice: "If you just want to insult him, that's enough now! If it wasn't for treating his mother, why do you think he would abuse himself like that?"

He could hear every word of that sentence very clearly, and it wasn't difficult to understand, but he blinked his eyes and was stunned as if he didn't understand.

Countless times, he belittled Tian Xiaoci's image over and over again in his heart, making him think of nothing, but even so, he still fell in love with him uncontrollably.

He thought that saying those cruel words would make him sober, but at this moment, those words turned into sharp knives and pierced into his own chest.

Tian Xiaoci's face was as pale as a piece of paper, he grabbed Ning An and shook his head: "Don't say anything, he doesn't need to know."

His voice was full of disappointment: "Even if it was for my mother, I would have sold it out. He was right."

Ning An couldn't help but tighten his fist, Tian Xiaoci shook his head at him again.

"Mr. Shen, I have been with you for two and a half years, and I took less than 600 million from you. Except for the 300 million that I returned to you a few days ago, I have some difficulties and use the rest first, but I promise it will be slow." Return it to you later." Tian Xiaoci's voice was trembling: "But let me follow you again, I can't do it, I'm sorry."

"Brother Ning, I'm sorry." He said softly, "I can't drink with you today, I want to go home first."

Ning An nodded, and walked out with a half hug on him.

Shen Qingchuan's hysterical voice came from behind: "I don't want money, I want the half a year, Tian Xiaoci, the agreed three years, you still owe me half a year..."

He wanted to catch up, but was stopped by Feng Yun, Feng Yun said softly: "It's useless, Mr. Shen."

Such a strong person showed such a fragile side in front of him.

Feng Yun frowned and looked at him, watching Shen Qingchuan bury his face in his palm, leaning against the wall and shaking non-stop.

After he calmed down a bit, he handed him a cigarette, and Ka Da lit the fire for him. Under the light of the fire, he saw that his eyelashes were wet.

"You've thought him wrong from the beginning, it's outrageously wrong." Feng Yun thought of Ning An, and smiled bitterly: "You want him for half a year, what about after half a year?"

"It turns out that Tiantian didn't attend events all this time to hide from Shen Qingchuan." Ning An got into the car with tired eyes, "This time it's all because of me."

"They always have to face to face to solve the problem, but you, why are you so arguing?" Feng Yun looked at Ning An, rubbed his hair: "Shen Qingchuan practiced before, and you succeeded only because his mind was disturbed. , he can't notice anything except Tian Xiaoci, what if he punches you?"

His voice is deep and gentle, but it touches people's hearts even more.

"I'm impulsive," Ning An rubbed his forehead: "But I can't watch him insult Tian Xiaoci. In my most difficult time, Tian Xiaoci stood up for me more than once and protected me, but I Nothing helped him."

He sighed: "Fate dealt him such a bad card, if I were him, maybe I would make the same choice."

Ning An couldn't listen to Shen Qingchuan talking about Tian Xiaoci like that, and Feng Yun couldn't listen to Ning An talking about himself like that, it made her feel very distressed.

He stretched out his arms to hold him in his arms, and rubbed his chin against the top of his head: "You are different, you have me."

Like what he said to him, "Now you have me", he also solemnly said to him: "You have me."

No matter how hard it is, you have me.

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English poem from Neruda's "Your Smile"