When Qin Guan opened his eyes with a chuckle, the breezy expression on his face was no longer there, but with an inexplicable sense of pleasure. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, he turned to his side, lifting one of his long legs high on the uneven stone path, while the other jumped forward playfully.

It's like a naughty boy who comes home from school after the rain, in order to prevent his mother from scolding his trouser legs wet with mud drops, and doing the most senseless resistance.

Qin Guan in the lens makes all the people around him feel that he is having a good time now, not for work, but from the heart.

This is because Qin looked at the stone pavement in the shape of square bricks, and suddenly thought of the childhood when his impression had been blurred away, the pigtails, sandbags, and jumping squares that never played with boys.

As a result, the atmosphere of the whole shooting scene was inexplicably happy, with a bit of naughty playfulness, which changed the coldness and rejection of people from thousands of miles away in the first photo just now.

The surrounding media from all walks of life seemed to have been infected by Qin Guan, and a bold reporter opened his first question.

"Qin Guan, this is the first time you have been invited to Milan Fashion Week, and it is also the first fashion week you have been officially invited to as far as I know, what is your mood at this time?"

Qin Guan on the side was strolling leisurely in his back garden as if he was walking in his own back garden under the flickering lights, he jumped twice, and started his timely interview road towards the twenty people who followed behind him.

"That's right, this is my first trip to Milan, and my feelings at this time are very complicated, and I can't express it with a single thought."

"If I had to say, Milan is like the most famous seafood pizza in Italy, it's so rich, I love it so much."

A group of Milanese people on the side nodded sympathetically, the seafood pizza was delicious...

As a professional journalist, my topic was diverted by this Asian model.

The reporters on the side did not believe in evil and opened the road of the most acute interview.

"As far as I know, Qin Guanyou only went to the United States in 02, but in one year you stood in the ranks of top models, and before that, you were engaged in modeling in China for more than three years."

"But you haven't reached the current level in China, do you think it's China, a relatively backward country, that has affected your fashion development path?"

"Or is their unfashion limiting your steps to becoming a top model?"

As soon as the reporter's words fell, the slightly keenest reporters around him unconsciously moved to both sides twice.

This buddy really dares to ask, a question has risen to the height of the country and the nation, is this person brainless?

It's no wonder that the Russian journalist who asked the question came out of nowhere, in this European country dominated by France, Britain, and Italy, seems to be so dazzling.

Qin Guan, who was asked, was not affected by the other party at all, he just stopped bouncing forward, and with a sharp turn, the momentum around his body changed.

He used the most formal steps, on this rustic stone road, to dedicate the highest level of display to everyone.

"The steps and poses I show here are the teachings of professors from the modeling and performance department of the China Institute of Fashion Technology."

"In just three months, I can independently participate in the brand's external catwalk."

After speaking, Qin Guan's temperament changed, from the sharp release just now to an ethereal immortal aura.

His footsteps are not slow, the wind is light, and he is graceful and graceful.

The white light linen yarn fluttered behind him like a flowing cloud, as if writing the most beautiful picture.

"This is the display and cultivation of my own temperament taught by my history and ancient culture etiquette training teacher, and in just half a year, I have become a high-end brand model that adapts to a variety of styles."

"All my achievements come from my accumulation and from the cultivation of my motherland from all aspects."

"I think that without the three years of training in China, there would be no Qin Guan who is standing in front of you now, and there would be no Asian male model standing in the top fashion week."

Speaking of Qin Guan here, the temperament of the surroundings has changed again, changing the image of being as warm as water just now, and even the temperature of the surroundings has decreased by a few points.

"My motherland is not a country where fashion is lacking, but it has a beauty that has been passed down for thousands of years to the top fashion."

"Its shock is a direct blow to the heart, which cannot be expressed in words..."

"So, I think it's not the foreign fashion circle that has made me, but China that has made a top male model and made him appear in front of the global fashion circle."

"Isn't it?"

Speaking of this, Qin Guan smoothed out the wrinkles floating on the back placket, returned to the team formed by a group of assistants and staff again, and sat down on the small folding stool opened by the people on the side.

Hearing that the Asian model did not hesitate or be unsure about answering this sharp question at all, the surrounding media were sincerely admired.

If you want to talk about the stage display ability of models, it is estimated that they are called second, and it is difficult for people in other industries to be called first, but when it comes to dealing with the word game of the media, the people in the modeling industry are relatively weak.

But the Asian man in front of him was clear in his words and fluent in expression, as if the answer was as if he had recalled it many times in his heart.

The Russian reporter on the side, after Qin Guan replied to his question, quietly retreated behind the first layer of people and disappeared in the most conspicuous position.

The rest of the reporters hurriedly took advantage of the intermission to use all their tools, and a group of people gathered around this inconspicuous alley, while the Italian street patrol officers had already wandered in this direction twice as if nothing had happened.

It's a pity that it's not a female model shoot.

The work of the first stop was done without pressure, and when the business car at the mouth of the alley drove over, these media people who were reluctant to remain on the periphery knew that their intimate contact time with Qin Guan was about to end.

The corners of the street are full of photographers squatting on the stone platform, waiting for the moment of Qin Guan's departure, which can be regarded as a kind of mutilated beauty when the big name leaves. (To be continued.) )