Your Most Faithful Companion

Hearing this question, Ji Mingshu raised his head subconsciously.

The man is very tall, about 185th, about the same as Cen Sen, and looks about the same age as Cen Sen. The suit on his body is the new autumn and winter new style released by ChrisChou in June this year. It is pressed to fit the body, has a gentle and clean temperament, and looks very handsome.

But she didn't know or met.

She glanced at Jiang Chun beside her as if inadvertently, before she realized that Jiang Chun also turned her head to look at her blankly, with innocence and sluggishness written all over her face.

Ji Mingshu: "..."

Nor did the little earth geese.

She originally thought that this was a new face who had just entered the circle recently, and came to get her close, but now it seems not.

She was too lazy to guess and asked straightaway: "Hello, do we know each other?"

The man looked at her deeply, his lips widened with a smile, and his voice was as clear as knocking on gold and jade, "Xiao Shu, you are still exactly the same as when you were a kid."

The three words "when I was young" fell in Ji Mingshu's ears, like a key to opening a magic box, and inadvertently brought out an old and yellowed childhood memory. She stared at the man, startled, and the doubts in her eyes slowly faded. , The silhouette of the man gradually changed and shrank, seamlessly overlapping with a certain obscure face in memory.

But her voice was still a little hesitant, "Cen...Cen Yang brother?"

The man laughed again, nodded confessed very simply, and played with the taste: "It's hard for Miss Ji to have a lot of expensive personnel, and I haven't forgotten all my names."

Ji Mingshu didn't know if he was too shocked, or the reflex arc was too long, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

Jiang Chun, who was standing by, was not stupid, and when he heard the name, he felt that it was full of stories.

The surname is Cen, the Cen family. Depending on your age, are you brothers with Cen Sen?

But if it was a brother, how could Ji Mingshu have not seen him for many years and almost didn't recognize him?

In just a few seconds, Jiang Chun made up for the big succession battle of brothers violating the wall. He also pushed Ji Mingshu, bit his ear and asked in a low voice: "Who is this? He looks handsome, Cen Sen's cousin. Or some half-born bastard?"

Ji Mingshu was pushed this way and finally recovered.

But after she recovered, there were no extra emotions in her heart other than shock. She turned her head subconsciously and glanced at Cen Sen's direction.

Coincidentally, after the big show, the piano ladder automatically retracted, and the old ship’s catwalk landscape was slowly rotating. In just a few seconds, its rotating position just blocked the direction of the showroom from the show area.

Ji Mingshu didn’t know what he was thinking. Cen Yang raised his hand and glanced at his watch in good time. He suddenly said, “Sorry Xiaoshu, I still have something to do today. I can’t chat with you anymore. I will invite you to have afternoon tea in a few days. Have a good chat."

He took out his mobile phone, called up the QR code interface, and passed it to Ji Mingshu, "This is my WeChat, add it."

"Oh, good."

Ji Mingshu didn't have time to think, so he passively took out his mobile phone and added his WeChat account.

Cen Yang changed the remark to "Xiao Shu" in front of her, shook her phone, and said with a smile: "I only registered for a WeChat account when I returned to China recently. You are my third friend."

Before Ji Mingshu could answer the call, he received his mobile phone again, "Okay, I'll leave first, and contact me back."

Until Cen Yang walked out of sight, Ji Mingshu was still in a dream, unable to return to his senses for a long time.

Such a big living person said that he disappeared when he was a child. After more than ten or twenty years, he said that he appeared again, which is really magical.

Jiang Chun stood aside, stared at Cen Yang's back for a while, then stared at Ji Mingshu seriously, and asked: "Let's talk, do you have any affair with this Cen Yang brother?! As soon as you see him, you will have **** with him. I've been hooked by the black and white impermanence, and I stay still here for a long time... Hey, your conflict with Cen Sen is not because there is still such a childhood sweetheart who is making trouble in it? But after all, why have I never heard you mention it? Is there such a person before???"

Before Ji Mingshu spoke, Jiang Chun released the arm that was holding her again, and whispered: "Ji's Shushu, you have changed, you have a little secret to me!"

Ji Mingshu stared at her with a look of "Are you being hit by the singer's civilization reduction", vividly explaining what it means to be inexhaustible.

On the other side, Cen Sen had been sitting in his original position, and before he could see what the man Ji Mingshu ran into was, he was blocked by the rotating catwalk.

He did not rush to entrust Zhou Jiaheng, got up and walked in the direction of Ji Mingshu.

It's just that the scene was busy after the big show. When he walked to the place where Ji Mingshu stood before, the people were long gone, and there were no people around.

After a quarter of an hour, Zhou Jiaheng sent a line of information from the showroom, "Madam and Miss Jiang Chun are trying on clothes. Apart from the few sets you mentioned, the lady seems to like the white skirt worn by the show model very much."

"Buy it."

Zhou Jiaheng answered "Yes" without mentioning any other men.

Cen Sen didn't ask much.

-

ChrisChou's early spring show opened with great momentum and ended with amazing admiration.

A few days after the show, entertainment gossip and fashion media still mentioned frequent discussions.

It’s just that the former focuses on the stars who come to watch the show-the stars wear hair and makeup in their costumes, before and after the photo sequence, and the sisterhood of the unsolved mystery of the entertainment circle. Good material for discussion.

The latter is more professional and in-depth, discussing the significance of ChrisChou's domestic show this time, the advantages and disadvantages of the three series designs this season, what are the similarities and differences between this work and his previous style, and which aspects belong to inheritance. Another aspect is subversion...Of course, it is frequently mentioned, and the design of this show.

For example, Gu Kaiyang and their magazine wrote in an interview: "December has just entered the early winter, and ChrisChou will release next year's early spring ready-to-wear collection at the Imperial Capital Junyi Huazhang Hotel..."

"ChirsChou once again invited the interior designer Ji Mingshu to collaborate on the early spring show of "Drunk Gold Fan", and created an immersive video art installation of the same name to give full play to the ultimate sensory experience. In the times, the spinning steamers at the main show are also unique."

"This season's early spring show, from the show to the fashion, has gone out of ChrisChou's inherent style. In the combination of modern minimalist art and Chinese elements and retro style, ChirsChou and his studio partner have handed in a perfect answer. "

The last two minutes of ChrisChou's speech thank you, which almost directly pushed Ji Mingshu to the front of the stage, and gave her this kind of support in the room.

Like "Zero", many fashion magazines and media will subconsciously dig deeper into the interior designer when they write reviews, and after digging, they found that she has no other works.

Of course, this doesn't matter too much, just boast about her academic qualifications, and it's all done by boasting that she is ChirsChou's queen partner. Knowing that she is a top celebrity, I am not afraid to write up, and will directly give her a celebrity designer title.

All of a sudden, rainbow farts came all over.

In the past, if Ji Mingshu didn't do anything fart, some people praised her every day for her beauty, good taste and good taste. Now that she has done a serious thing, the praise can be expanded in all directions and three-dimensionally.

Ji Mingshu couldn't even see it. After ChrisChou left, she lay on the bed and lay on the salted fish for two full days, and her mind was playing barrage at twice the speed——

Does Cen have a conscience? When will I ask my baby to come home? Can the small money earned from this job last until that time? I'm afraid I have to wait till death? ! Oh, the work is too hard! This bird has tolerated too much TvT!

Just when Ji Mingshu was unwilling to turn over the salted fish, Cen Yang, who came across on the show that day, sent her a message saying that a friend of her own bought a courtyard house on Xijing No. 3 and hoped to find someone to help design it. .

Ji Mingshu subconsciously replied, "It can't be done."

After returning, she was too embarrassed to say that it was because she was so tired that she didn’t want to work recently, so she had to explain in a tactful way: “I’m not very good at Chinese design, and I just finished the show, and the inspiration seems to be exhausted. Can recommend it to you."

Cen Yang said yes, she pulled out from the address book the business cards of the other group of designers she knew from the previous recording, and pushed him over.

Not long after, Cen Yang asked her if she would have time to come out for afternoon tea or dinner. She hadn't seen each other for many years, and wanted to talk to her.

She had just pushed a design job, and it was hard to refuse it one after another. Besides, she couldn't find a reason to refuse Cen Yang's request. She did not have a deep impression of many things when she was a child, but she always remembered that Cen Yang was very good to her when she was a child.

Without hesitation, she replied with the word "good".

-

Ji Mingshu's days of the salted fish lay in a muddle-headed manner, and didn't pay attention to the time. It was Christmas Eve when Cen Yang asked her to have dinner near the meeting.

In the French restaurant on Christmas Eve, ethereal and soothing music circulates in the air. Under the orange-tone light, the exquisite tableware is transparent and shiny. Every detail of the cups, tables and chairs is very elegant in France.

Ji Mingshu was led all the way to the location reserved by Cen Yang by the waiter, and all he saw along the way were young couples who came out for a feast for the festival.

Cen Yang raised his hand to her from a distance, got up again, and helped her pull out the soft chair.

Ji Mingshu took a seat uncomfortably.

Cen Yang also returned to the seat opposite, poured her some red wine, and asked with a smile, "Do you feel a little awkward? Actually I am a little bit too."

After pouring the red wine, he pushed forward by pressing the bottom of the glass, and continued: "Sorry, Xiao Shu, I didn't think about it. I will be out for a big meal tonight. They seem to be young lovers."

Cen Yang said so frankly, Ji Mingshu was embarrassed to be uncomfortable.

She took a sip of wine and shrugged slightly, "It's okay, it just happened that I haven't eaten French food for a long time."

Cen Yang nodded and ordered a meal with her.

It's too easy for people who have been familiar with it to get together again. The two naturally talked about the experience of eating French food for the first time when they were young.

At that time, the two of them were both small and sensible. Ji Mingshu pretended to stretch out his short hand and cut the steak. He didn't know how to do it. With a click, he cut the steak until it flew and flew straight to Cen. On Yang's face, Cen Yang didn't care about her little carelessness, and had a sense of responsibility of the big brother. He cut his own steak and exchanged dishes with her.

It's hard for Ji Mingshu to remember these things for too long, but Cen Yang mentioned it, she also remembered it slowly, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt funny and embarrassed when she was a child. She was not to be outdone, but also remembered some of Cen. Yang Youshi laughed out to fight back.

A complete French meal can last for a full two hours. To eat with someone like Cen Sen who "says more and I lose", Ji Mingshu always finds it both boring and difficult, and Cen Yang is a topic at hand. People eat together, but unexpectedly enjoy the whole process.

And after growing up, Cen Yang was the same as he was when he was a child. He knew how to measure, and talked about topics very easily. He didn't remember the past with a hundred thousand whys.

It was not until the last time to drink coffee that the smile on Cen Yang's face faded and he mentioned a sensitive topic, "I heard that you married him. How is he treating you?"

Although Cen Yang took care of the atmosphere and harmony throughout the whole process, Ji Mingshu had a faint feeling before he came... He would definitely ask about Cen Sen's feeling. Sure enough, what should have come is here.

She also took a sip of her coffee, thought about it, and replied.

After hearing this, Cen Yang was a little startled, and after a long time he said "um", then lightly said, "I'll take you home."

Ji Mingshu nodded, took his handbag and got up.

-

The music in the French restaurant is still ethereal and soothing, and the lighting is still very emotional.

One hour, forty-three minutes and thirty seconds.

Cen Sen sat not far away, dropped his wrists, and took a sip of coffee blankly.

At this time, the Christmas atmosphere is very strong everywhere. There are also Christmas trees in the French restaurant and Christmas snowflakes on the windows. Only Cen Sen is sitting in the corner alone, which is incompatible with the joy and excitement.

Watching Cen Yang and Ji Mingshu leave the restaurant, he also slowly got up.

Today, he drove the car by himself. Without prior notice, he wanted to go directly to Starport International to pick up Ji Mingshu for dinner and watch a movie, but he didn't want to meet her downstairs and take a taxi.

When he came, he followed Ji Mingshu's taxi far away, and when he left, he followed the white Mercedes-Benz ahead of him.

The late first snow fell.

He opened the window, as if he couldn't feel the cold in winter.