"This series is emotional. Fu Zhan whispered, winning the mysterious gaze of Park Wenhui beside him—he paused for a few seconds before smiling to himself, and returned to English that Mandy could understand, "The third series is emotional...... There's a specific story in it. ”

The first series is the elaboration of the concept, more like an expression of ideas, the whole series shows a variety of concepts and gameplay, just like the designer is redefining himself, positioning the entire brand, from the design you can see complex and integrated emotions, there is anger, but there is also relief and openness, the second series is a proof of commercialization, closer to ready-to-wear, very good translation, The transformation should be to correspond to its sales model, which is also the most autumn and winter flavor in the whole show, the series that has put the most effort on the coat, the third series, there is a story in it, the mood is intense and single, just like a group of planes that have been bombed in a short period of time, more than a dozen sets of clothes are repeated elaboration and extension around a theme, just like the designer was poked by someone, each piece of clothing is her bloody footprints all the way, soaked in despair and hatred, this emotion is too intense, so she can't bear it, she must have some catharsis, and even today's exhibition is part of self-harm, she exposes her wounds in front of others, as if this would deflect the hurt and get out of the pain.

- This must be her most recent work, Fu Zhan made such a judgment, not because he had seen the design of the first season before, the designer's mood through the lighting and music, in fact, has been seen at a glance, the gloom of the third series is the gloom of the clothes, the gloom of the background lighting, the gloom of the music, the gloom of the makeup, and the gloom in the model's expression, all of this is part of Qiao Yun's self, she does not show up, but the self is omnipresent, filling the entire space, enveloping you in her mood, so, this feeling is indescribable, but her color will naturally form a sympathy with the audience, her emotions are laid out in which series is the most intense, which series is poured with more love-

"Masterpiece. Mandy whispered beside him, the blood-stained hem of her white dress sweeping past their eyes, "Wayward, but a masterpiece." ”

"It's crazy. To his right, the little editor of "Voyage" has already used the Chinese, "How can there be such a genius......"

And Fu Zhan knows their starting point well, the third series is too personal, as an autumn and winter show, the material is too light and thin, the clothing is extremely conceptual, it is difficult to make a transition to commercialization, in terms of brand positioning, if you don't do haute couture, this is a useless show, but from the perspective of brand temperament, this series is very fit, from an aesthetic point of view, she is also touched, so, this is a capricious masterpiece, she can express her emotions to this point, has shown that this is a successful show.

But for "Voyage", the cutting-edge fashion magazine pays more attention to freshness, never seen tonality, stimulating self-expression, so artistic, so sword-oriented, of course she will go crazy, but also call out genius, the appeal of this show has driven her, and those who engage in writing love to exaggerate. Talented...... Hehe......

Fu Zhan's eyes patrolled on and off the stage, he exerted his talent, did not miss every single item on the stage, and at the same time took in the reactions of the guests from all sides, his eyes finally fell on the guests diagonally opposite the catwalk: Qin Wei and his rumored girlfriend Guan Xiaoxue are far away, his seat is not even good, half-hidden in the shadows of the photographers, bursts of flash are like a tide, his sculptural side face rises and falls in it, this supernova who has become popular all over China in recent months has a cold and focused expression, the handsome and thin face seems to have a bit of non-human divinity under the strong light, and the strong eyes are staring at the bloody Huasheng, as if you have been completely immersed in it.

Fu Zhan's gaze wandered carefully over his face, and before Qin Wei could look back, he moved away in time, he felt Qin Wei look at him, looked at him for a while, and then looked away, and then threw himself on the catwalk. Another item is presented, the rhythm of the model's footsteps is a little messy, which is to create an atmosphere, but her steps are not as good as Du Wenwen's, and she can't hold this creativity, but the deconstruction of the clothes is really good, and the mood is also very strong, the metal is deeply rooted in the jacket, like a striking bright red scar, and the color of the lining is exposed from red to dark, an open wound......

"She must have loved her muse. Mandy said suddenly, glancing at him with some schadenfreude, Ah, women are mean sometimes. "There is a lot of despair in this love...... I wonder who her muse is and if he's sitting here - I think he's going to be very good-looking...... Does he know that he is the catalyst for these masterpieces?"

Fu Zhan paused for a moment, slowly smiled, and said softly, "Yes, does he know?"

His tone made Mandy turn his head to look at him from the catwalk, raising his eyebrows as if laughing at him for holding up, and complaining that he was too much, Fu Zhan spread his hand to show his innocence, Mandy pouted, "I don't believe you have no emotions." ”

Fu Zhan said softly, "Pain sculpture designer, design is more beautiful in pain." ”

This is the truth, Qiao Yun's vitality in the third design is amazing, but Mandy was not convinced, she lowered her brow and looked at him suspiciously, "But I don't think you were moved by her pain." ”

"Of course I have," Fu Zhan said, he looked at Qin Wei again, this time, the other party caught his eyes, and the two looked at each other for a short time, until the flying skirts separated each other, and when the gorgeous clothes flashed, Fu Zhan smiled at Qin Wei in a friendly manner, and replied to Mandy nonchalantly, "But she could be more perfect." ”

Yes, she can be more perfect, this show is a surprise for anyone, fashion desert, rookie designer, people's expectations for her are very low, enough to qualify for the four major shows is a surprise, it will be described as a genius, but if her show is in New York, if she is a designer who has been famous for a long time, if her goal is the world's top...... Then she should be more perfect, the idea is very interesting, the clothes are beautiful, but there is still a distance from the top designers. The first series has too many elements, the second series is just for show-off, too cold, the connection between the series is a little scattered, and the third series is too self-contained, and it is inevitable that there is too much expression of the same theme, and she should do some compromise and whitewashing......

Fu Zhan admitted that he was of course moved by Qiao Yun's design, and her talent suited his appetite, so he was repeatedly amazed, even lost in gaffe, and could barely control his greed, but excessive impatience and addiction would not help - she would not lack fans, and he did not need the desperation of fans when they moved closer to their idols, Qiao Yun was a fortress, a game of hellish difficulty, he needed a good self-controlled game mentality, waiting, patience-

His words didn't seem convincing enough to shake her initial judgment: she thought he was fascinated by [Yun] and fell into a fanatical pursuit. Under her scrutinizing gaze, Fu Zhan smiled perfectly, and he said, "Man—"

There was a slight commotion at the other end of the room, and his eyes were drawn to it—

Du Wenwen quietly appeared in the depths of the catwalk.

Ah, it's Du Wenwen, it seems that she still walked two clothes at a time-

It's like a slow-motion movie, the mind runs faster than the light signal, before the retina feeds back more details, the mind instinctively runs on its own, and then, the image of the whole dress is transmitted to the brain center, Fu Zhan is almost dumbfounded, his thoughts, there is a brief fault again, the self-management mechanism is withdrawn in an instant, only a strong wave of emotion, this clothes - not perfect? Is it perfect? He didn't know that the moment he saw it, he had been involved in the image and emotion, and entered the story-

One two looks, the makeup did not change much, but the double eyelids were pasted to make the eyes magnified, which made her temperament change a lot, and the hair was down, only the sideburns were pinned to the back of the head, the common princess girl head, these two hairstyles must have been considered before, the slight curls brought by the loose bun made the makeup more girly, her expression was pure and blank, her steps were light and floating, and she wore a lace handmade haute couture dress- The lace must also come from Italy, before the waste Sally was still boasting about her real materials, compared to this skirt, her aesthetic has become a joke, pure white delicate handmade lace is full of geometric beauty to the extreme under the flash, in the tulle sometimes thick and sometimes light, sprinkled along the body flowing arc, this is undoubtedly a fairy dress, but it is not just a simple fairy dress: a metal thorn is wrapped around the dress, deep in the lace, piercing the clothes, piercing the skin, deep in the flawless white jade-like body, dividing the dreamlike girlish atmosphere, making it overwhelmed。

The rope entangles the lily of the valley, imprisons it, stings it, it is the flaw of the dream, it is the hidden pain under the beauty, it is the cruelty that pierces the eyes, the strong contrast between metal and lace, it is abrupt like a scar on an oil painting, it is the aesthetic "120 Days of Sodom", full of unsettling and uncomfortable beauty, the eyes can't help but be attracted, but the heartbeat is unconsciously accelerated, this dress has a strong suspense, so that the sound of people's breathing has to be grasped, it looks so painful, as if every step will pull the thorns in the flesh and blood-

In the midst of the ups and downs of gasping, Du Wenwen took a step, her face as pure as a spring flower was calm, and she walked forward peacefully, and Mandypark made a loud gasping sound.

"It's insane. She said, "She's—"

"Wow. Tan Yu couldn't help but let out a loud exclamation, she pulled Guan Xiaoxue, regardless of whether she understood or not, and pointed out to her, "Is she - you see you see - she is definitely in-"

"Shhh

"This ......" Song Yalan muttered dumbfounded, "Is this true, she's really in-"

The red marks slowly expanded and deepened, a drop of red thick water beads drilled out of the wound, Du Wenwen was really bleeding, but she didn't seem to realize it, her expression was almost Ophelia-like emptiness - this is almost a living "Ophelia in the Water", the girl's innocence is solidified on her face, and her clothes are slowly dyed red by thorns, and the blood stains are spreading outward unscrupulously, soaked in lace, and smudged into a complex pattern rich in geometric beauty-

"What kind of craft is this?" Having recovered from the initial shock, Park Moon-hye was shocked, "She controls the smudge pattern so much?"

"How can metal and lace blend so □□ seamlessly?" Song Yalan whispered, "how did she do it when she pressed into the skin without puncturing? I've never seen this—it's just—"

"How can there be a kind of ......" Tan Yu was speechless, and the hand holding Guan Xiaoxue's arm slowly let go, she was like a demon, looking at the reflection of the metal under the spotlight, the veins that were dyed red couldn't take her eyes off, she suddenly found that the lace on the skirt was the implication of the lily of the valley. Deformed and displayed, and now the petals are slowly stained red with blood, the blood begins to penetrate from the thorns in all directions, spreading in the fluttering of the skirt, red and white meet in the flowers, shine in the lights, and rise in the fluttering of long hair, with Du Wenwen's footsteps to form a veritable swaying ballad, every frame is a painting, it takes away the breath, takes away the power to blink, and pulls everyone's attention, like a song, is moving towards the climax one after another-

Du Wenwen stopped her steps at the end of the catwalk, the raised skirt swayed and fell still, she stood there dignifiedly, on the white long skirt, blood-stained flowers grew in the direction of the thorns, thick and faint, scattered and scattered, and the stillness and movement formed a dangerous balance at this moment-

She blinked her long eyelashes slightly, and at this moment seemed to be speechless, and quickly turned around and walked towards the back of the stage, her long hair fluttering up with the movement, revealing the clumps of thorns behind her, and there was a slight commotion - it was easy to identify, the root system of thorns that surrounded her body was originally here, it was a cluster of arrows planted deep in her left back, and it plunged into the tulle on her back, spreading a spiderweb-like blood mark on her skin, making her shoulder blades even thinner and weaker—

Scarred, she walked forward step by step, expanding the injury with each step, but she still didn't seem to feel it, which weakened the pain, but enhanced the impact, which grabbed the breath of the audience, Tan Yu had completely invested in it, this was the first time she entered the feeling brought by the artwork, in the imagery, the touch brought by this pure beauty, the mysterious and mysterious feeling that makes people sour -

She began to clap her hands gently, unconsciously, just to vent her emotions, so as not to cry on the spot, "Really...... Beauty. ”

The figure with the tight ribbon became smaller and smaller, Song Yalan suddenly let out a long breath, and she realized that she had forgotten to breathe just now, "This is really ......"

Too many complicated thoughts rush up, but get stuck, analyze the process, taste the imagery, and experience the emotions of the designer himself - this must be a very personal dress, the designer's ideas are about to come out - she has too many things to think about, and at this moment, she can only follow her instinct and start applauding. "Really...... Shocking ......"

"I feel ......," Park Moon-hye was also speechless, "I don't like this feeling......

She really doesn't like this feeling: she doesn't like to have an emotional connection with the person she works with, clothes are just clothes, they are the goods she has to deal with, she needs absolute reason to evaluate and judge, and the same is true for brands -

But she soon began to applaud as well, more vigorously than needed and more than she allowed herself to like.

Fu Zhan didn't speak, he watched the girl who was dressed in splendid clothes and dripping blood disappearing into the depths of the catwalk, like a dream, his hands crossed and folded, his fingertips sinking deep into the back of his hand, pressing out the blue and white marks.

The impact is too strong, and no one even feels like a thrill at this moment - the reward always needs to be measured objectively, and it is always a little condescending, and at this moment, all emotions are under the rule of beauty, you can't even realize the beauty in it, only the emotions that are aroused, the excitement that is far beyond imagination can only be vented through the most primitive methods -

The applause grew from weak to strong, mixed with sighs, Fu Zhan did not applaud, in the wave of applause, he and Qin Wei were two isolated islands, they sat there silently, all the fierce emotions were buried deep in the cyan veins faintly leaking from the temples, their eyes followed the girl's back closely, looking at her talent and bloodstains-

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"Wenwen is on the field!"

"Camera 2 adjusted!"

"You're so beautiful, you're so beautiful——, don't break it, don't break it—"

"We did it!"

",. ”

"She's so beautiful......" backstage at this moment, also immersed in an unusual silence, when Du Wenwen walked out of the catwalk, the work came to an end temporarily, the staff and models did not make noise, but consciously gathered in a semicircle, staring at the monitor screen played on the big TV, they were nervous, their hearts rose to their throats, and the fear of failure even overwhelmed the perception of beauty - months of overtime, hundreds of hours of almost sleepless busyness, all the hard work, lighting, music, exhibition arrangement, Makeup and hair, everyone's labor is only for this moment of brilliance, this is the work of art they completed together, when it is displayed in front of everyone's eyes - when the blood flowers begin to grow, and the applause gradually rings out, the sense of accomplishment, the feeling of emotion-

Du Wenwen began to walk, and the light followed her, reflecting a metallic reflection.

"Yes! we did!" the gaffer shouted excitedly, clenching his fists.

Blood began to spread on her body.

",......" Brother Qing kept repeating the swear words, rubbing his arms unconsciously, "I'm numb—"

Du Wenwen walked to the end, stopped, and perched quietly in his long skirt, like a perched red butterfly.

"She's so beautiful......" Bai Qian couldn't help but burst into tears, "Qiaoqiao, she's so beautiful......"

But Qiao Yun couldn't hear it anymore, she covered her mouth, staring at the monitor, she had completely entered that world, her eyes swept over all the audience in the audience, watching, absorbing their shock and touch, the unnatural downward purging of the corners of her lips, the tears in the corners of her eyes, and the various expressions after being shocked and affected by the beauty - the feedback after being shocked and affected by her -

This is her show, her story, they understand it, they enter her story, this is a unique show she has longed for for many years, her own show, she presents it, she really did it, this moment is so good under the light that it shouldn't even come true-

Du Wenwen walked back, and the audience's loud pumping waves poured into her ears, for her work—the deafening applause rang out—they clapped almost feverishly, she felt the emotion, she knew that she had conquered them, that she had such a part of them at this moment, that they were crazy for her, not that she had taken them, that she had not learned, that they were completely herself, only for herself—

"I can't believe it's true. She whispered.

[This will make critics laugh], [Your design is immature commercially and artistically at the same time], [You should have faster speed and fresher ideas], [I don't see the possibility of you entering the graduation station like this], [Rhyme, I want to see more of you, don't show me Chanel's simple plagiarism]

"I can't believe it. She said, turning her head blankly and repeating to Bai Qian, to Brother Qing, and to everyone. "I don't believe it's true, I-"

Everybody looked at her with a smile, her team, her models, some with tears in their eyes, some with tears in their eyes, and they all looked up at her like that, as if she had just done a miracle — as if she deserved to do it, as if she was born so good, just so talented.

The backstage suddenly burst into warm applause, Du Wenwen walked into the backstage, the screams suddenly rang out, and the show director shouted on the walkie-talkie, "Take the curtain call!"

From the first series, the models moved forward one after another, one after another neatly walked, Du Wenwen rushed over to hug her, what she was shouting, she couldn't hear clearly, "Jojo, it's amazing......", "I knew you could do it...... "I knew it...... You're talented......"

None of this was true, she couldn't believe it was true, but they didn't understand, they didn't understand.

Qiao Yun looked around at everyone, and then looked at the monitor, she covered her mouth, still in a huge shock, they didn't understand her, only-

"Jojo, it's time to take the stage. ”

Someone said that someone had stuffed something in her hand, and she looked down: a microphone.

She walked out, from the dark catwalk, to the earth-shattering applause, cheers, and flashing lights. Everybody was applauding her, all looking at her so avidly, they were all crazy about her, for her work, for her talent—

But she didn't want it now, she didn't enjoy it, she didn't know if it was real or hallucination, she didn't know who could understand, she instinctively squeezed out a smile and walked briskly in the cheers, her hands folded in thanks, her eyes passing over the guests. Zhou Xiaoya, Tan Yu, Mandypark...... "Voyage", "" ...... They're all here, these faces that kept her up and down a day ago, but now she doesn't want that, she wants—

Her world suddenly shook slightly, and in this moment it became more real than the previous moment, and her eyes seemed to be pulled by a magnet, condensed at the anchor: Qin Wei sat there, looking at her quietly, his expression hidden in the shadows.

All the emotions that were suppressed by the press conference began to react quickly at this moment, like a slow-motion filter leaving, the inhibitor failed, but it became a quick release, and the link reaction was completed in an instant - this is the show of Qin Wei and her, Qin Wei did a show for her, Qin Wei invited two actresses for her, he was for her, he was for her - only he could - only him - -

A smile was born slowly, like a seed finally sprouting, poking out of the soil tender flowers, she couldn't suppress the feeling of happiness hatching from her mouth, her world became clearer and more solid, his eyes, his gaze, his pursed lips, almost painful expression, his hands—

His hands.

Her gaze left and went back, sinking and lifting again, the smile froze on her lips, Qiao Yun was briefly speechless in the cheers, her eyes fell on the side of the catwalk seat, and fell on the hand of a certain audience-

The hand was slender and slender and rested on the edge of the seat.

- and another little white hand, stacked on top of each other. 166 Reading Network