Five years later.

Paris in France is still so lively, like the brightest pearl in Europe.

"Did you hear that? Lady Robin's closed disciple is finally going to make a public appearance!"

"Really, isn't she never shown her true face?"

She has been shortlisted for the top five of the international 'Pearl Cup' original design competition, and will attend the fashion creation competition held in China as a special guest judge. ”

"I'm really curious, what kind of person is this? Mrs. Robin, a generation of masters who are eager to be seen in the design world, suddenly accepted such a little-known person as a closed disciple five years ago, it is not an exaggeration to say that it really shocked the entire fashion industry!"

"And this is too mysterious, in the past five years, except for seeing her works, no one knows what her real person looks like, which has whetted the appetite of the media and the public, and has attracted more attention than big stars!"

"Who says it's not, it has been desperately excavated by all walks of life for so many years, but it can only be known that it is a Chinese......"

……

Known as the most mysterious ghost designer in the fashion industry, the news that he will publicly attend a creative competition held in China's city A five days has gone viral, and the news is like a depth charge thrown into a lake, with waves on the surface and waves underneath.

……

On the horizon in the distance, only half of the silhouette of the setting sun remains, and the night on the horizon is like a graceful girl swaying in a black dress, and a thick cloud of smoke envelops this bustling city.

The melodious sound of the violin coils around the elegant manor, and the front of the manor is planted with vetiver irises, and the purple enchanting scenery is enchanting.

The long red carpet stretched from the outside of the manor to the front of the golden openwork carved door, and a waiter in a swallowtail slowly pushed the door open.

Yes, this is the scene of a banquet.

The man dressed in blue and white was fresh and gentle, handsome and handsome, and his appearance made the whole dance stagnant for a moment, followed by a wave of commotion.

One of them, before the Crazy Bee Butterfly pounced on him, came to his side, and took his hand as if it were natural and deserved.

This is a woman who is as soft as poetry, because of her mixed race, her facial features are extraordinarily brilliant, like a lady who walked out of an ink painting, at the age of twenty-four or five, wearing a blue-black bandeau fishtail dress.

"You're going to dance with me for the first dance of the night. ”

The beauty made any request, and the man who pitied the jade seemed to have no reason to refuse.

But the man twisted a beautiful knot in the center of his eyebrows, as if he was very embarrassed, and at this time, a stunning beauty appeared on the spiral staircase of the hall, she was very flamboyant in a fiery red dance dress, like a burning bonfire, which quickly ignited the eyes of the guests.

She held a glass of red wine in her hand, and walked down with a soft tone: "This can't be done, his first dance has already been booked by me." ”

The goblet was removed from the lips, and he knew that the lips were delicate and not lose the color of wine.

The man exhaled quietly, glad she had arrived just in time.

The smile on the soft woman's face remained unchanged, but her tone was a little mean and unslack: "Yours and yours are all yours, you say it's yours, who still robs you, isn't that a death." ”

"So, how long are you going to hold my man's hand. The flamboyant woman put down the glass with one hand and took the man's hand back from her with the other, and the feminine woman saw that she couldn't please her, so she snorted and walked away.

The man watched her walk away, grabbed the hand of the poppy in front of him with his backhand, grabbed her slender waist with one hand, and turned around to lead her onto the dance floor.

Their dance steps are so in sync, as if they were born in harmony, and every step back and forth is a rhythm.

His voice was low and smiling, and he whispered softly in her ear, and there was a bit of intimacy with his sideburns: "You are so unkind to her, does your teacher know?"

"Of course I know, we had a fight in front of her. She replied nonchalantly, then suddenly leaned close to his chest and sniffed it, frowned, and said, "Where did you go to drink before you came?"

The man smiled dumbly: "I obviously went back to take a shower and change my clothes, and I can still smell it?"

The woman stretched out a finger with red nail polish and pushed him away with a little force against his chest, and just as the song was over, she smiled and left the dance floor: "You underestimate a woman's sense of smell." ”

"Well, a business partner came over on a business trip and wanted to pull me for a drink, and I couldn't refuse, so I had to get him drunk and get out. He followed her steps off the dance floor, but the woman's footsteps didn't stop for a moment, and he shouted from behind, "Hey, I've confessed, you can ignore me." ”

The woman tilted her head slightly, the light outlined a beautiful side face, her red lips were slightly hooked, but she still didn't look back, and continued to walk forward.

"......" She was so grumpy, but he couldn't get angry, his eyes were helpless and doting, there was no way, he just chased out, "Su Fang!!"

Hearing her long-lost Chinese name, her footsteps finally paused, and then she smiled again: "I'm not deaf, I can hear." ”

She walked to the railing outside the manor, her hand clutching the railing, the night breeze blowing in her face with the scent of flowers, she closed her eyes and let out a long exhale, squinting her eyes pleasantly.

Suddenly, someone hugged her waist from behind, and the familiar masculine aura swept over, she relaxed and leaned on him, and her voice was almost silent: "Anthony, it's been five years......"

Time is like a flash in the pan, five years are fleeting in the blink of an eye, but when you think about it carefully, these five years seem to be as long as a century, and there is no end in sight.

Anthony just answered without speaking, resting his chin on her shoulder and holding her quietly.

"Ahem. There were two coughs behind him, and someone reluctantly said, "Who, my mother is looking for you." After speaking, he couldn't help muttering, "The court is public, sticky and greasy, crooked, shameless!"

Anthony let go of Su Fang, Su Fang smiled at the corner of his mouth, and straightened his skirt as he walked, and when he passed by her, he put a bracelet in her hand, "This is for you, even if I give you a birthday gift in advance, I also engraved your name on it with my own hands, don't be too moved." ”

She took a closer look, and sure enough, she found two words on the inner wall of the bracelet.

Ya'an is her Chinese name, she is happy in her heart, this bracelet from the design drawings when she saw it, has been waiting for the sale, did not expect her to know, but also bought in advance to give to herself, but for a long time habit, she can't say anything to thank her, even duplicity, disgusted face: "The words are really ugly." ”

Su Fang rolled his eyes and ignored her.

Ya'an is the daughter of Mrs. Robin, the two of them are the same age, and they originally had a good time, but since she agreed to date Anthony, Ya'an has looked at her very unpleasantly everywhere, basically a small quarrel for three days and a big quarrel for five days, and at the worst time, they fought regardless of their image, but what is unbelievable is that they are so discordant, but they don't break off friendship, and would rather be sarcastic to each other when they meet.

Mrs. Robin's evaluation of this is that they love and kill each other.

Both men scoffed.

Ya'an inherited her mother's beauty, and at first glance she looks dignified and graceful, but in fact her personality is completely inconsistent with her soft and poetic face.

She caught up with her and asked unintentionally, "My birthday is five days away, why don't you give it to me then?"

"Are you a primitive? The news that I'm going to make my first appearance in China is so loud that you don't know?" Su Fang said and glanced at her, "Besides, even if there is no China thing, I don't want to go to your birthday party so much." ”

Ya'an was so angry that she stretched out a foot to step on her instep, but Su Fang had expected it and kicked her foot away without changing his face.

The two walked side by side, one red and one black, noble and elegant from the waist up, but below the waist you kicked each other back and forth, the fluffy skirt became their cover, Anthony, who followed them, raised his hand to support his forehead and shook his head helplessly.

Su Fang carried the hem of her skirt upstairs, took a glass of wine from the messenger's tray casually, most of the glass of red wine, she raised her head and drank it dry, put the cup on the flower stand casually, her expression remained unchanged, and she reached out and knocked on the door.

“。 ”

Su Fang pushed the door open and entered, and saw her mentor lying on the chaise longue, holding an easel in one hand and a pencil in the other, scribbling on it.

Su Fang walked over curiously to take a look, and found that she was drawing a skirt, and this skirt looked very familiar, Su Fang thought about it, and suddenly smiled, isn't this the linen skirt she gave her five years ago, and it took her three days and three nights to create.

"For the first time, I know that you are so nostalgic for the past. Su Fang smiled.

"I don't like to be nostalgic for the past, but I have to admit that there are some things that I will miss for the rest of my life. She put away the pen and turned the sketchpad to face her, "If it weren't for this dress, where would we have come from?"

Su Fang wrinkled her nose and ruthlessly debunked her sensationalism: "But how do I remember that you still disliked me at that time, saying that I was not worthy of being a designer?"

"A skirt that has been painstakingly designed, but used in a useless place, you don't feel sorry, I feel sorry for you. Mrs. Robin pulled the drawing board back and continued to draw on the drawing paper, "But I didn't expect that I would choose you as a closed disciple for most of my life, and I probably drank too much that day." ”

Su Fang was very dissatisfied: "It's obviously the result of my sincere efforts, but your tone makes me sound as if I'm stepping on shit luck?"

Mrs. Robin shrugged: "But I did accept you in an unconscious state, if it weren't for singing duets and agitating with Ya'an, I would have paid the bill a long time ago." ”

"So, teacher, do you mean to regret it now?"

Lady Robin burst into laughter.

Do you regret it?△miao△bi△ge△

Of course not!

Su Fang is her closed disciple, the only disciple, she is so smart, innate talent and acquired hard work, in some ways, it is not an exaggeration to describe that she is better than blue, she is her pride, and she is the most worthy achievement in her life, how can she regret it?

Su Fang also smiled, her smile was mostly melancholy, recalling the bits and pieces of five years ago, she couldn't help but sigh.

Mrs. Robin asked, "Are you ready to go home?"

Su Fang lowered his head and said softly, "I have been ready for a long time." ”

As the words fell, Mrs. Robin's brush stopped, and she turned the drawing board towards her, and when she saw that it was just a dress, she added a human figure, and also painted the stage, and painted the lights, and painted countless flashes, like a queen from above, looking down on the pursuers.

She said, "Then let's go back with all the light." ”()

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