"Mingbo, are we really going to leave Paris?" the person who spoke was Song Chen from PMOP, who looked at the small apartment behind him with a little reluctance, although the apartment was small, but it carried the dream of the three of them for six years.

Jian Mingbo walked in front, pushing two large suitcases in his hands, his previously bright eyes were a little gloomy at this time, listening to Song Chen's question, he was silent for a long time, "It's time to leave, it's time to wake up from the dream." ”

Bernie looked a little angry behind him, "Jane, I don't understand, we've all been persisting for so long, why can't we hold on any longer" The brown-haired and brown-eyed young man was quite strong, more like a fitness instructor than a designer.

Jian Mingbo's footsteps stopped, and he suddenly turned around to interrupt him, his voice couldn't help but rise, and his tone was a little rushed, "Bernie, it's useless, it's all useless!"

He was the eldest of the three, the three of them lived in a small town in the south of France, grew up together, went to school together, and went to Paris together.

However, six years have passed, and they still haven't made any achievements, but they have gone home in disgrace, and no one is reconciled to be whoever they are!

He's not reconciled!

Jian Mingbo put down the two suitcases in his hand with some annoyance, remembering the words of the fashion editor-in-chief a few days ago, his hands couldn't help but clench, looking at the two partners behind him, his eyes were full of sadness, "Bernie, Song Chen, Paris is not a place where our dreams come true, in this place, we will only be strange, only wonderful"

Song Chen, who looked a little thin and pale, couldn't help but say on the side, "Jane"

"Since no one will agree with our dream, then let's insist on having a ghost fart!" In the end, Jian Mingbo couldn't help but redden, his chest kept shaking because of the ups and downs of emotions, and his voice was unstable, "Don't you understand it now?"

After a long time, Bernie whispered, "Come together, let's go together." Song Chen also nodded beside him, Jian Mingbo looked at the two of them, didn't say much, nodded and took a step, and the three of them pushed their suitcases and walked slowly in the direction of the Paris train station.

In the crowded train station, Jian Mingbo went to buy tickets, Song Chen and Bernie sat on the chairs on the side and were silent, Song Chen took out a drawing he drew from his schoolbag, Bernie glanced at the side, and knew that this was the clothing designed by Song Chen for the next year's fashion show.

The drawing is a simple sweatshirt design, a simple and neat style, with a row of large English letters PMOP on the sleeves on both sides, which is exactly the name of their brand.

Two words are printed on the upper left chest: peace and love.

This letter is not only a symbol of street hip-hop culture, but also their dreams, their quest for world peace and their love of fashion design.

There was a "tick" sound, and water droplets fell on the drawing, soaking the paper.

Bernie couldn't bear to pat Song Chen's shoulder and comforted him softly, "Don't look at it, Jane will be angry when she comes back and sees it." ”

Song Chen stretched out his hand and wiped the corners of his eyes, and when Jian Mingbo walked back with the ticket, Song Chen had already recovered his casual appearance.

Jian Mingbo glanced at the entrance and ticket time, and said in a calm voice, "Let's go, go straight to the station." ”

Pushing two suitcases in front, the two younger brothers were behind, and the three of them stood on the platform waiting for the train to arrive at the station, when a cold wind blew from afar, raising people's clothes and hair.

At this time, Song Chen's schoolbag flew out of a piece of paper and slid to the ground not far away.

A shadow bent down to pick it up, and found that it was a clothing design drawing, and glanced at it with interest, and his eyes quickly fell on the line of letters on the sleeve, and he was stunned, pmop?

The girl hurriedly raised her eyes and saw that the three people standing in front of the platform, two Chinese and one white, were indeed the same as she had in her impression.

However, it may also be a coincidence, in order to confirm his thoughts, Mu Sheng led Lin Zixuan to get close to the three of them.

A clear spring-like voice sounded in the ears of the three people, "Hello, your drawings have dropped." ”

Jian Mingbo looked back and saw an oriental girl standing behind the three of them, wearing a pair of black sunglasses on her face, Jian Mingbo only felt a little familiar at first glance.

Because of the industry, Jian Mingbo couldn't help but look at the girl's outfit quickly, and quickly retracted his gaze politely, but just a glance, he had already remembered the girl's outfit in his mind.

Wearing a retro red beret, a slim black knitted dress, a snow-white and slender erect neck wearing a knitted collar of the same color, and a pair of knee-length black boots under his feet, retro and stylish!

Just when Jian Mingbo was secretly commenting, Song Chen had already taken the drawing, with a little gratitude on his face, "Yes, thank you!"

It took him a lot of time, and although there are countless such clothing design drawings in Paris, it is a piece of his heart's work.

Seeing the black-haired man in front of him take over the drawings, Mu Sheng glanced at Song Chen carefully, and not only did not solve the doubts in his heart, but deepened them.

When Song Chen, one of the founders of the famous French PMOP in the last generation and the top designer of French fashion brand clothing, became famous, he had a big beard, wearing a wide sweatshirt and fat pants, and then looked at the thin and pale young man in front of him, Mu Sheng couldn't help but wonder if he recognized the wrong person?

However, when Song Chen became famous, it was three years before now, and it was possible to turn the thin young man in front of him into a bearded uncle in three years, after all, time is a pig-killing knife.

Mu Sheng's eyes had been fixed on Song Chen for a long time, and the air pressure of the man next to him suddenly became a little low, and he glanced at Song Chen coldly, thin and white, what was there to see?

Song Chen was a little stunned by this gaze, and scratched his head in confusion.

Seeing that the girl hadn't withdrawn her gaze, Lin Zixuan pinched the soft flesh of the girl's palm with a little dissatisfaction, but he was afraid that he would pinch it too hard, so he gently rubbed it again.

After some movement, the girl finally pulled out of her thoughts, and glanced at Lin Zixuan funny, this vinegar bucket! The girl shook Lin Zixuan's hand comfortingly, and motioned him not to make trouble.

Stretched out her finger and pointed to the drawing in Song Chen's hand, she really couldn't suppress the curiosity in her heart, "I want to ask, did you draw this drawing?"

Song Chen nodded subconsciously, "Ah, yes, but the design is average." ”

Mu Sheng's eyes flashed with surprise, he didn't expect it to be Song Chen of PMOP!

The girl whispered, "But I think it's very well designed!"

On the drawings is the classic style of PMOP that is popular all over the world, the most well-known clothes in the PMOP brand, some people who don't know the fashion brand in the previous life may not have heard the name PMOP, but they must know this classic sweatshirt.

"Really?" Song Chen was a little surprised, and it was rare to hear someone's affirmation of them, "Thank you for your appreciation!"

However, thinking of the reason why they are here, his face is gloomy again, "But there are too few people in Paris who like trendy brands, and this drawing may be my last design."

Jian Mingbo in front was a little annoyed, listening to Song Chen preparing to tell the failure of their brand creation, he felt inexplicably embarrassed, and his tone couldn't help but rush, "Song Chen, why are you talking to them so much, they don't understand trendy brands." ”

Hearing this tone, Lin Zixuan frowned slightly, his eyes looked at Jian Mingbo with a little coldness, but the girl next to him was not angry, and chuckled, "Maybe I don't understand, but I understand and appreciate it." ”

As she spoke, she took off the sunglasses off her face, revealing her good-looking face, and unexpectedly saw the stunned trio in front of her.

Mu Sheng?!

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