The makeup assistant on the side kindly comforted the staff sent by Milan Fashion Week, leaving the last bit of comfortable time for a few people in the room. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Xue Wanyi, who was on the side, did not hesitate to change into a pair of slip-on shoes, which came from the branch of Beijing cloth shoes, and made more comfortable and suitable for long-term walking, which will play a great role in today's trip.

Sister Xue and Qu Xuemei, who stood up, glanced at each other, and said in unison the words of cheering each other up before leaving.

"Go your separate ways, you have to do it too!"

Then he turned his gaze to today's protagonist Qin Guan: "Ready?" ”

"Ready!"

"Let's go, then!"

Pushing open the hotel room, waiting outside the door were rows of team members who had long been ready to go, and as the Qin Guan guide at this time of Milan Fashion Week, Ali Sandro made a saluting gesture with his fingers on his forehead.

"Follow me!"

As the door opened, what appeared in front of Qin Guan was the light of flashing lights one after another, as well as countless long spears and short cannons that automatically emerged in front of him.

A bunch of media people from all walks of life who got up early in the morning and waited at the door of the hotel, ignoring the morning dew on their jackets that had not yet dried, all turned their interview equipment and camera machines to the direction of Qin Guan who pushed the door out.

"Mr. Qin Guan, this is your first time participating in an event in Milan fashion, right? What do you think? ”

"Mr. Qin Guan, can you ask your impression of the city of Milan?"

"Mr. Qin Guan, what is your work arrangement at Milan Fashion Week?"

Rows of small microphones and audio collection machines stretched out in front of Qin Guan, and behind the follow-up reporters were photographers who never stopped working.

Qin Guan subconsciously turned his head to the side, and saw that the other customers in the hotel had been affected by the crowd outside the gate.

When he turned back again, he had the usual smile he had at work. The assistant of Fashion Week on the side put an accompanying instruction card in front of his eyes in a timely manner, and when he saw the first location, Qin Guan raised his head again.

He didn't answer any of the reporters' questions, but pointed with his outstretched arms into a deep alley not far from the hotel.

"Thank you for your enthusiasm for interviewing me, which is the beginning of my first place of work at Milan Fashion Week, and if you are interested, you can come with me to visit there."

"When I'm working, I think I'm willing to cooperate with you in your interviews."

"After all, we also want to give other tourists visiting Milan today a chance to go out, right?"

After saying this, Qin Guan blinked apologetically at the other tourists who were blocked in the revolving door of the hotel.

When the media reporters on the side heard that Qin Guan did not dislike their tailgating, but was very kind to think about others, the nervous nerves of everyone who were unnatural relaxed.

This is a very warm man, and it is rare to have a soft heart.

At this time, the scene outside the door of the hotel no longer needed the assistance of the security personnel who came in a hurry, and everyone set off towards the deep alley not far away under the guidance of the Qinguan team.

In just two minutes, the crowd gathered in front of the hotel automatically dispersed.

Milan, in the middle of an old alley, has quaint bluestone pavements, and moss grows tenaciously in the dark corners.

The spires of the tall and dated houses on the side block most of the sunlight in the alley, which is not too wide, and fill the place with an inexplicable gloomy atmosphere.

This is the first work that Qin Guan has to do for the official Milan Fashion Week, and the heavyweight models who were invited here are promotional photos of Milan Fashion Week.

No restrictions on style, no restrictions on clothing, take the best photos you think you want.

Of course, if the photos submitted by your team are not up to standard, those members of the organizing committee will just throw these useless materials into the trash cans around them as if they were garbage.

And the following year's Spring/Autumn Fashion Week, you will never get an invitation from Fashion Week again.

Qin Guan is standing here now, the photographer on the side has checked the equipment in his hand, and the lights on the side have taken out all kinds of necessary props, and the large white baffle indicates that the work is about to begin.

Xue Wanyi on the side consciously raised the street photography tool prepared in her hand, which is a benefit for Qinguan fans, and the small laptop in her hand is the collector of her data summary.

"Is the model ready? There is no fixed pose, just follow your shooting preferences. ”

The Milanese photographer, who represents the official model photo gallery, spoke about the beginning of today's work.

Qin Guan on the opposite side nodded, gently sorted out the folds on his body, and leaned against the mottled bluestone wall very casually, with his arms outstretched, leaning against the wall casually.

The only sunlight in the deep alley happened to shine on one side of Qin Guan's face, allowing him to have an intimate hug with Chu Yang in this way.

Everyone's attention inexplicably shifted from Qin Guan's face to Qin Guan's whole person, and it was not until this time that they discovered that this Asian model was dressed differently from everyone else.

The black vertical silk, with the unique noble texture of silk, was worn on Qin Guan's body in the simplest and close-fitting way of tailoring.

There is no trace of other colors on the whole body, and there is no embroidery or knitting.

If that's all it takes, it's just the most ordinary set of clothes, and the only difference is that it's made of warm and soft material.

And on the outside of Qin Guan's shirt, there was an abrupt white, but because he was wearing it outside of this black, it looked extraordinarily harmonious.

Because this linen jacket woven with a thick knitting technique turned out to be a thin design that could not be thinner than a combination of a stand-up collar Tang suit and a suit.

Its simple white is not embellished with any gaudy patterns, but an angular landscape painting, which appears on the front of this white coat.

The contrast between black and white, the strong pine and stubborn stones, combined with Qin Guan's upright posture, this most ordinary photo pose, but has a kind of ethereal and fierce beauty.

The camera on the side desperately sounded the footsteps of its work, but the group of people who followed Qin Guan and waited for the interview were already stupid. (To be continued.) )