Seeing this, Yu Qiao was hesitant and couldn't answer, and the judges' seat fell directly into shackles.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the final scene of the dignified "Mirror Flowers and Water Moon" design competition actually fell into a plagiarism storm.

Or the chief judge personally asked, and one point was Zheng

And these people who are engaged in art are the most taboo to plagiarism in their lives, and a person dares to plagiarize the design results, and he is really a designer.

The hand raised by Su Qingli was like a beam of sunshine, suddenly evoking a room of life.

"Girl, what do you think?" Tan Lao looked at her a little tiredly, mistakenly thinking that she was trying to intercede.

Su Qingli stood up, and the gaffer immediately turned the spotlight on her.

She is wearing a snow-white halterneck dress, lace outlined around her waist, and the delicate waist skin is faintly visible.

She smiled slightly, in the spotlight, her black hair was casually on her shoulders, bright eyes, bright red lips.

There was a vague mist, wrapped in a tiny light, lingering on her black jade pupils.

Suddenly, the color was dazzling, and the flowers above the head were eclipsed in an instant.

"Who is she? How can you look better than a model......"

"It's so beautiful, is it a designer?"

Without waiting for everyone to talk more, Su Qingli had already spoken softly.

"Hello, I'm the No. 16 designer, Su Qingli."

Her polite opening and gentle smile made the judges feel a little more good about her.

There was a commotion at the scene, and everyone was talking about what kind of situation made such a beautiful woman stand up and speak.

Tan Lao nodded and looked at her bright eyes: "Girl, do you have any insights into the designer's design?" ”

Su Qingli smiled undiminished and shook his head: "Designer Yu failed to comprehend the meaning of 'ice and fire', so he couldn't explain the reason for the problem. ”

"Oh?" Tan Lao became interested and spoke again, "Do you know what the problem is?" ”

Su Qingli nodded: "I really want to come out directly like this, but I don't think it's plump enough, so it's better to ask my team to perform directly for everyone to see." ”

As soon as she said this, the audience was in an uproar again.

Lan Chuan smiled with interest and stared at Su Qingli.

Tan Lao's eyes flashed, and he suddenly smiled, nodded his head, and agreed.

The host immediately observed the words, hurriedly reported the curtain, and started the next round.

Lu Hong, who was backstage, had been preparing for a long time, and as soon as he heard the news, he immediately waved his hand.

The music sounded, from intense to low.

Gorgeous costumes, fierce collisions, each pair of models with a unique tacit understanding.

They face off fiercely, they complement each other, with fiery affection, intense sadness.

They are like phoenixes reborn from the ashes, carrying the hope of life.

Where there is destruction, there is hope.

In the last scene, the tall man is dressed in a snow-white costume, clean to the end.

His upper body was almost transparent, with only a few fine silver threads outlining the repeated patterns.

Although the man was on the thin side, his body was very strong, and the blocks were distinct, and he had many scars on his body, which were large, as if they had torn his body, and then put them back together.

He walked in front of him, barefoot, snowflakes falling in the air, and the ground seemed to be frozen, with the smell of cold.

As the light and shadow floated, the other side of the catwalk slowly glowed red.

The ice marks on the ground cracked inch by inch.

A woman, dressed in a bright red dress, is as warm as a flame that can melt all the coldness of this world.

She was dressed in fluttering clothes, with bold red makeup on her face, and a leather whip in her hand, dragging her to the ground, and behind her, there seemed to be an Enma from the abyss of hell in the light and shadow, her eyes glowing red, although fleeting, but with a breathtaking fear

The woman in red was flying in red, and when she saw the ice-like man in front of her, her originally murderous gaze instantly became warm.

She suddenly smiled brightly, such a silent smile, but the joy was accurately conveyed to everyone present.

She ran, barefoot, and ran like a man.

The red dress flew up with her movements, and she seemed to be wrapped in a warm red, with a devastating enthusiasm, and pounced on the winter-like man without a backbeat.

At this moment, there was joy and worry in the crowd.

When the girl jumped on the boy, the warm dress suddenly wrapped around his body.

The crowd fell silent.

The man turned around, and the girl reached out and stroked his icy black hair and frosty cheeks.

The man's eyes shook violently, and suddenly a smile was outlined, and the snowflakes in the air stopped flying.

The light and shadow changed, and the light that hit the man turned red.

The man fell inch by inch, and the woman in red was caught off guard.

She seemed to want to cry, but she never shed tears, and the tears were evaporated before they could leave her eyes.

Her eyes widened as she stared at the man.

The man lay on her lap and seemed to want to cry too, but his tears turned to ice and fell to the ground one by one.

Eventually, the man lost his vitality, his arms hung down, his head tilted, and he couldn't breathe.

The woman in red hugged him, her eyes wide open, her gaze unfocused, looking into the distance vacantly.

The show ended, and darkness plunged all around.

But in an instant, thunderous applause erupted.

This is true fire and ice.

It's a hymn and a mourning.

When the lights came on again, Su Qingli reaped everyone's moving tears and relieved smiles.

Tan Lao looked at Su Qingli excitedly, and there was a faint water light floating in his eyes.

"Girl, you tell us, the last scene, why?"

Su Qingli looked at everyone's strong reaction, and her heart was slightly hot: "Some people are close, it's love, it's also hurt." Something happened, a hymn and a lament. Perhaps each of us has lost our faith, persecuted, depressed, and muddled. ”

At this point, Su Qingli smiled lowly: "We are not qualified to treat others, 'no one can do anything wrong if he is not a sage', we should understand that there is destruction, there will be hope, there will be rebirth, and there will be a phoenix." ”

The field once again erupted in thunderous applause, and her words seemed to be the meaning of this show, and it also seemed to be people's voices.

In this life, there are too many things to let go, but there are many worries, how do you know that you will no longer need to let go of them?

So from now on, it is no longer about letting go, but about abandoning.

Su Qingli sat down slowly amid applause.

In this bizarre world, there are relieved laughter, moving cries, and congratulations all around.

Su Qingli slowly hooked the corners of her lips, but there was a little more relief in her smile.

She thought that she could finally face the grievances and grievances of her previous life.