"I've been waiting for a long time, please come in."

Senior Sister stood at the door of the villa and kindly invited me and Senior Brother Xiaochen inside.

Outside is an entrance garden, change your shoes at the door and go inside, and you will be amazed by the luxurious decoration in the villa for a moment.

Seven meters high, 80 square meters of floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the overall decoration is dominated by cold colors, Baxter's custom sofa, there is a faint fragrance when you enter the house,

Compared with the villa of roommate A's family I saw last time, my sister is really better.

I was a little nervous for some reason, I had never met before, and it was the first time I had seen a girl dressed up so elegantly and beautifully.

The senior sister wore a blue one-neck dress, a plain shawl on her shoulders, light makeup, and a smile to show everyone's dignity.

Senior Brother Xiao Chen still looked so indifferent and casual, and his every move was calm, as if he had seen such a scene a long time ago.

When we came in with a change of shoes, Senior Brother Xiao Chen and I were invited to the living room, and the maid served coffee.

"Yesterday, my guest happened to come, so I didn't have time, please don't mind." The senior sister sat down in an extremely elegant posture and slowly explained to us, her face full of apologies.

"I know you don't have a guest." Senior Brother Xiao Chen picked up the coffee on the mug, took a sip of it, and slowly put it back on the table.

I sat on the sidelines, not knowing what to do, and I learned to take a sip of coffee as my brother picked it up.

The entrance is dense and slightly bitter. But the aroma of milk foam is stronger, enveloping the aroma of coffee, slowly expanding in the taste buds, and then sliding smoothly into the stomach.

This is pure hand-poured coffee, and I can't bear to spoil the heart-shaped latte art form, so I can only swallow a few sips without stopping, and then slowly withdraw, letting the delicate milk foam stick to the wall of the mug and slowly slide down.

"This is the little junior sister, she added your WeChat a few days ago." Senior Brother Xiao Chen almost forgot to introduce him.

"Well, I know. Your name is yes. You know me, my name is Suki, we know each other. Senior Sister said with a smile.

I nodded, I had heard from Brother Xiao Chen, who had grown up abroad and had a great artistic talent since she was a child, and her parents sent her to study fashion design at the Saint-Rouche School in Paris.

However, since I studied art at our school for a while, I can be regarded as my senior sister. Now I have a private fashion design studio here.

I had a private conversation with my senior sister, and Suki senior sister is really good, and her conversation is also very gentle.

Thanks to my brother, I got to know such an ordinary person.

In the words of the senior brother: "Even if you can't study, it's good to get a touch of the breath of a big family." ”

Now it seems that it is really a "big family", although the meeting is only for a short moment, it makes me understand that there is a clear difference between a wealthy family and a "local tyrant".

What is a wealthy family, at least, the kind of upbringing that this senior sister exudes from her bones is not found in ordinary people like us.

At this moment, a blonde and blue-eyed, well-dressed foreign woman, who looked about thirty years old, slowly walked down the transparent glass staircase behind her, wearing Barbie pink lipstick that ordinary people can't control, which was even more gorgeous.

When she went downstairs, she saw us, seemed surprised by our arrival, and greeted us warmly.

"Her name is Lina, and she's my designer and assistant." The senior sister introduced in a friendly manner.

Obviously, the designer and assistant is not fluent in Chinese, but that doesn't stop her from wanting to tell us about their studio.

"Would you like to take a look at our studio?" Lina invited warmly in Chinese, not very fluent.

This time, it reminded Suki Senpai, after all, clothing design is her job.

With curiosity, we stepped step by step to the second floor of the villa.

Looking up from below, the second floor should be as luxurious as the first floor, however, surprisingly, the second floor is very plainly furnished, just a pure design working floor.

Of course, when I say simplicity, I mean that under the design pattern and area of the whole villa, compared to the design of the first floor, the second floor is relatively simple, but if you really take out the design of the second floor of the senior sister and compare it with the ordinary studio, it is still the top low-key luxury.

On display on the outside of the entire floor are semi-finished or finished garments, and the number is staggering.

When I went upstairs, I found that there were not only two foreign designers in this villa, but there were also a few designer-looking people on the second floor, comparing various fabrics on the human body, and then rustling on a sketchbook bound on A4 paper to draw inspiration.

They were dedicated to their own business, and only when we visited, they greeted us warmly and continued to work with their heads.

"Wow......" After looking at the models on their clothes, I carefully looked through the several semi-finished dresses that came out of the hanging board, and I could imagine how different they would be when they were fully made.

The senior sister introduced as she walked. Try not to disturb the designer who is drawing.

"We are mainly doing high-end private dress customization right now. Because there are not many people now, it is more time-consuming to make it by hand. ”

"High-end customization, are there many people who usually come to customize?" The senior brother didn't look at these skirts and dresses, but just looked at them as he walked.

"It's usually a few regular customers. My mother's. Sister Suki led us all the way inside, pushed open the door, and it was a study and studio of about 80 square meters.

"This is my studio." Senior sister said.

The same floor-to-ceiling windows, curtains with special coatings are well brought together, the lighting is very good, and when you enter the studio, there is also a faint fragrance.

The desktop is very simple, the design drafts are neatly stacked and arranged, the shelves are lined with colored pencils, paints, markers, and of course, there are a few stacks of A4 paper at the bottom, and rice paper is for later use.

There are also plaster models in the study, which shows that the senior sister is also a person who pursues the ultimate.

There were also several half-finished drawings piled up on the table, one of which was only outlined, and a corresponding small piece of leather was pasted on it.

The senior sister was chatting with the senior brother about the design concept of this house, and the attention didn't seem to be on me.

I leaned over and carefully looked at the sketches on the table. There is gauze and leather, and they are all well expressed with the light and shadow of the sketch.

I was particularly interested in a half-finished sketch of a silk skirt. The skirt has half of the sleeves painted and the other hand is still bare, which looks both weird and good-looking.

"You can pick it up and look at it, it's okay." The senior sister noticed that I was bending over to watch, and kindly reminded me.

"Senior sister, is this skirt designed like this?" I picked up the manuscript and walked up to me and asked. At first glance, the skirt gives the impression of an unfinished, semi-finished product.

The senior sister leaned over and took a look: "It's still a semi-finished product, this one was painted by the designer yesterday, he erased the other half, I think it has a better design method, so I put it here." ”

"But it's good that way." I don't know why, but my gut tells me that I shouldn't add anything more: "It has a crippled beauty." ”

I'll be honest.