Probably because the nature of the sea itself is romantic, Mo Ran tasted something interesting from it.

Just looking at such a painting, Mo Ran is full of infinite warmth in his heart.

At this time, Wu's mother seemed to have picked up something interesting, and hurriedly brought it over to share it with Mo Ran.

"Miss Mo, look."

Goodbye, a piece of paper handed over by Wu's mother was the design draft drawn by Mo Ran not long ago.

Mo Yuyan drew a skirt for the villain on the basis of her original manuscript, and now there are colorful flowers and stars on it, which looks indescribably warm.

Mo Ran felt that there was a warm current flowing through his heart, and there was a kind of appearance that he had really seen the starry sky and the world of Yin Ziyan.

Isn't this exactly the rebirth that Mo Ran wants!

She looked at the paper excitedly, and in an instant something crashed into her head.

It's her long-lost inspiration!

It's been a long time since Moran started working on the design of the Rebirth set, but the progress has always been stagnant, and he has never been able to get back to his best.

The design is either not thematic or very bland.

The original brand positioning of Jiumu Rain is a unique feature from other brands.

So every piece of clothing has to be unique.

As a designer, she naturally has a lot of responsibility.

Especially when his last design was leaked, when Jiang Lang was abused by the whole network, Mo Ran had to come up with more powerful works than before to fight back against these people, otherwise the brand Jiumu Yu is likely to be eliminated among the fast fashion brands.

But because Mo Dye has never been able to hand over the design draft, because this brand has been stagnant.

The scolding and anticipation about her on the Internet are mixed.

As a result, she didn't dare to open Weibo at all.

But this time, Mo Yuyan saved her instead!

Mother Wu looked at Mo Ran in surprise, thinking that she had given something strange, "Miss Mo, this is ...... Any questions? ”

Mo Ran shook his head, "No! No! Wu Ma...... You, you go out first, I'll clean up this. ”

As he spoke, he snatched back all the things in her hand, and then pushed her out quickly.

Wu's mother didn't know why, so she could only go out honestly.

At this time, Mo Yuyan saw her come out, and suddenly changed to a pitiful look.

Mother Wu touched this poor little head in distress, "Your mommy is busy, you can go out to play secretly." ”

As soon as he heard that he didn't have to be punished anymore, Mo Yuyan suddenly laughed.

changed his sad face just now, and ran happily to his children's room.

And the study on the other side is also full of another emotion.

When she was the only one left in the room, Moran began to examine the things that had been left on the floor again.

At this time, they are no longer the result of children's nonsense, but the source of inspiration ...... Mody.

Looking at these pictures full of innocence and childlike fun, she has been for a long time

Inspiration that had been closed for a long time suddenly came to mind.

Aren't these things the rebirth of Moran?

Because of Gu Mou's company, Mo Yuyan's dependence on her is what makes her have the courage to persist in the dark again and again.

She had wandered between darkness and death countless times, once alone, but now her world was bright.

This is her rebirth.

Mo Ran thought about it, and her tears flowed down unexpectedly.

But she didn't have time to be sentimental, because now the inspiration had been building up in her head.

Mo Ran quickly wiped the tears from her face, sat down in front of the computer, picked up her paintbrush, and began to draw the rebirth series of Jiumu Yu.

She connects the things that Mo Yuyan painted, and combines them with her original design style, which is exactly what she has always wanted to express.

Lines appear on the computer, and finally draw into a beautiful dress.

Rebirth has appeared!

Mo Ran looked at the first draft in his hand excitedly, and he couldn't say a word with his mouth for a while.

She finally drew the Rebirth series!

Mo Ran saved the manuscript to the computer, and after thinking about it, she re-saved several backups with confidence, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Yuyan was playing Lego in his room, but he always kept thinking of Mo Yan's angry face in his mind. He became more and more empty-hearted, and even felt that he had no fun with Lego.

He told himself to wait for Moran to come to him, and at the same time, he couldn't help but lean towards the door of Moran's room.

Did you really do something wrong this time?

Mo Yuyan's heart was full of guilt.

He quietly poked his head in and saw Mo Ran showing a bright smile at the computer that she had never seen before.

At this time, Mo Ran quickly found the little guy sneaking around at the door.

"Rain!" There was a faint excitement in Mo Ran's voice, but the weak-hearted Mo Yuyan didn't listen to it at all, and thought that Mo Ran had found out that he hadn't been honestly punished just now, so he immediately turned around and wanted to sneak away, afraid of being punished again.

Mo Ran looked at this little guy helplessly, thinking that he might have really taken it seriously just now, and he couldn't help but feel a little guilty in his heart.

She hurriedly closed the computer and went to catch the little guy who had escaped.

After all, Mo Yuyan was small, where could he run past Mo Ran, and he was quickly captured.

He lowered his head, and suddenly felt a little aggrieved.

"What's wrong?" Mo Ran touched his head, trying to comfort him.

It's okay to be inconsoled, as soon as he comforted Mo Yuyan, the sense of grievance in his heart just now suddenly worsened, his eyes were red, and tears were swirling in the frame of his eyes.

Mo Ran was defeated by his appearance, and immediately took the initiative to apologize, "I'm sorry, Yuyan, it's just that Mommy is not good, Mommy shouldn't be unable to control her temper and murder you." ”

Mo Yuyan said pitifully: "Mommy is not wrong, it's me who is not good, I shouldn't have messed up your room." ”

"You know

It's good to be wrong, Mommy doesn't blame you anymore. Mo Ran smiled and pressed Mo Yu's fleshy little face into his arms, and said very seriously: "On the contrary, Mommy should thank you." ”

Mo Yu was confused, but he didn't understand why he had done something wrong just now, and now Mommy not only didn't scold him, but also said thank you.

But he quickly gave up thinking about this issue, and rolled around in Mo Ran's arms, throwing the unhappiness he had just felt behind his head in an instant.

The first piece of clothing in Moran's rebirth series was quickly completed, and she also gave the dress a very nice name - love.

Gu Mou was also very happy for Mo Ran.

When he returned to the villa from the company, he saw that Mo Ran and Mo Yuyan's mother and son were reconciled as before, and they were having fun.

After asking Wu's mother, I found out what happened to them in the study in the afternoon.

Gu Mou, who was still in a dilemma, breathed a sigh of relief.

These days, iwaly's pre-sale has already begun.

As long as it takes another half a month for the goods to be placed on major websites and stores, through his preliminary estimates, the sales of the first batch of goods will definitely not be too bad.

But Gu Mou is a businessman after all, considering the current controversy over Jiu Mu Yu on the Internet, he is very rational and wants to pave the way for Mo Ran in the future.

So he thought of the most compromise method, which is to maximize the controversy on the Internet into Jiumu Yu's traffic, so that Jiumu Yu's rebirth series can earn enough eyeballs before it goes on sale.

After Gu Mou discussed with Mo Ran, he contacted some magazines to write a column for Mo Ran, and posted some photos of Mo Ran's creation on the official Weibo.

It can be said that it is a mistake, and the graffiti that Mo Yuyan had in the studio was also kept by him and put on the Internet, which unexpectedly attracted a lot of attention.

Some passers-by of Jiumu Yu were attracted by these childlike graffiti paintings, and turned from passers-by to fans, which gradually reduced the disputes about Jiumu Yu on the Internet, and everyone more or less had some expectations for the rebirth series.

However, not everyone who saw the news was so happy and expectant.

In a cramped rental house, wine bottles and cigarette butts are scattered all over the room, and the room is very dull and uncomfortable because the owner has not cleaned up and ventilated for a long time.

Vivi sat up from the bed with her hair dismantled, still carrying the smell of alcohol that hadn't gone away from the night.

She rubbed her messy hair and smoothed it out.

Then she lifted the quilt with one hand, and picked up the mobile phone placed on the bedside with the other to turn it on.

As soon as the screen lit up, a message popped up - the well-known designer Mo Ran is back with a new series of Jiumu Yu, this time it is a rebirth in the flames!

Vivi clicked in, and there was a photo in it, and there was only a vague outline of Mo Ran on the photo, but this could not hide the delicate facial features, as long as familiar people could recognize her at a glance.

She looked at the photo in amazement

apparently linked her with Gu's model.

First surprised, then surprised.

It turned out to be the designer of Jiumu Rain.

Vivi thought about it and laughed, if you look at this smile at this time, it is a little terrifying and hideous, and it looks particularly dazzling on her bland features.

She had been holding a grudge against Mo Ran after Gu's accident before, and tried her best to find out which little star in the circle the little model who took the promotional photos, but she didn't know anything.

Vivi thought that Gu Mou protected her too well, so she couldn't find any news about her, but now that she looks at it, it turns out to be a designer.

She was still struggling not to know who Mo Ran was. That knew that she actually appeared in front of her eyes.

Nine wood rain?

Vivi enlarged the photo of the special issue attached to the article and silently wrote down these words in his heart.

She smiled knowingly, saved the photo in her album, and turned on the dial-up screen.

(End of chapter)