A few months ago, I designed a series of wedding dresses in red and pink, which I named "Pretty in Pink".

When I showed the blueprints to my senior sister, she was stunned. Repeatedly said that this was the most creative wedding dress she had seen in recent years, and she wanted to buy it out.

I didn't agree this time.

Because the buyout means that she gives me a sum of money, and the ownership of the work is hers from then on. But I want to use the "Pink Beauty" to apply, I have been graduating for a long time, and I have not found a job, I thought that since my sister has taken a fancy to it, it means that there is still a certain market, and I will be able to leverage the position of a clothing brand designer with this work.

However, I was wrong. I interviewed a few companies, but I was sent away without looking at the work carefully.

I had no choice but to go to my senior sister again and sell her the work in tears again. The work is like my child, but I can't raise my child, but my sister can.

It didn't take long for the senior sister to turn the design into ready-to-wear. The senior sister is not only rich, but also beautiful, and works for the most famous Shengshi Garment Group as the chief designer.

At the "Pretty in Pink" fashion show, I saw the models walking on the catwalk wearing "My Kids", all of them were dizzying, and the audience was in an uproar with applause and flashing lights...... My eyes were moist.

When the host announced the appearance of the designer of the pink beauty, the senior sister Yang Yali actually walked out, and she was wearing the pink evening gift that I designed with the most heart. She picked up the microphone and confidently thanked the models for their performances and the reporters in the audience, and talked about her design philosophy...... And every word she says is my exact words.

My sister has bought out my other works before, but they are not as high-profile as this time, and the bravery of being able to parrot her creative ideas in front of others really amazes me.

And at this moment, I, the real designer of Pretty in Pink, am like a mouse hibernating in a hole, no one knows me, and no one wants to see me.

My hands are clenched into fists, my fingernails are deep in the flesh, does it hurt? It hurts even more in my heart. My works, my ideas, all of this has to be given to others, and "making wedding dresses for others" is my kind of role.

After the press conference, my sister generously gave me a buyout fee of 300,000 yuan according to the agreement. She was probably still immersed in the feelings of the scene, and told me in a queen-like tone that Pink Pretty made her fame and fortune, so she gave me an extra 200,000 yuan bonus and let me continue to work hard to create.

When I got the money, I was still pleasantly surprised, surprised by my sister's generosity, and even more surprised that my work could create such a rich value, but then it was a kind of loss after selling my children. She confidently patted me on the shoulder and said that in the future, my designs could be sold to her first, and she was responsible for turning my designs into money. This means that in the design world, she will continue to use my designs to gain fame and fortune, and I will always be an underground worker.

I love money, and I earned 300,000 yuan with my own hands, which made me accept her swagger and domineering, if everything in the world is valuable, then my creativity is selling well this time.

However, I don't want to continue like this, what belongs to me, I want to hold it in my own hands, I don't want to be dominated and gifted by my sister forever.

After that, I went to the Jianyi Building, where the 30th floor is a clothing company that specializes in women's clothing for the workplace, and they asked me to go for an interview tonight.

Before the interview, I went to the bathroom and desperately stuffed my belly into my tight underwear, so that I could barely pant normally.

As I walked into the office, I felt the interviewer's gaze make a first judgment on me. They probably lost confidence in my design as soon as they saw my appearance. I sat for less than three minutes, and I didn't even look at my work carefully, so I was sent away with an official reply like "Please go back and wait for the notice".

I walked out of the office in frustration and couldn't help but think: why can Yang Yali use the same design works to make a splash, but in my hands, it is a pool of stagnant water and no one cares about it?

Seeing my huge figure reflected by the four walls of the elevator room, I immediately understood, because this is a society that looks at faces, and I am an out-and-out ugly woman.

I'm 22 years old, 1.74 meters tall, and my weight is hard to mention......

I don't want to look at my own shadow in the elevator wall anymore, fat, bloated, ugly, compared with a beauty like Yang Yali, I will naturally be ignored and despised......

I closed my eyes, feeling inferior and cold.

But at this moment, I suddenly felt that the elevator was sliding, falling faster and faster, I was so frightened that my eyes widened, I grabbed the railing in the elevator, my brain was blank, and I felt that the heavenly spirit cover above my head was scared and jumped......

Elevator accidents!

Am I going to fall to my death in this elevator?

Why do I want to take this broken elevator alone? Why do you want to come to this place at 8 p.m. for an interview?

I'm so scared of such a claustrophobic place, a chaotic and crazy moment!

I struggled to press the red alarm button......

For a moment, I seemed to lose consciousness.

For a moment, it seemed as if he had regained consciousness.

The elevator finally stopped the catastrophic fall, and ended the fatal accident in a way that shook and shook violently.

It is a 36-storey building with three basement floors. When the elevator door opened, I saw that it was three basement floors.

At this moment, even if this is hell, I will climb out at all costs.

I swear I'll never take an elevator again in my life.

My hands and feet were shaking and limp, and the top of my head and heart were still beating uncomfortably, and I had to crawl on my knees, using my hands and feet together.

I climbed out of the elevator and looked up to see four feet standing in front of me, oh my God! Finally someone!

I weakly shouted, "Help! ”

I was gently picked up by a man who rolled over me like a baby.

I closed my eyes and heard him say, "Blood pressure 120, pulse 25, no trauma, slight concussion in the brain......"

It's so safe, it's so comfortable, this man's voice is so gentle, and his arms are so warm......

I opened my eyes and saw a man who was so handsome that I didn't know what to do, and carried me into the passenger seat of a sedan.

Another short man handed me a bottle of water.

I took a small sip and felt a little more reassured: "Thank you." ”

"The elevator has been broken for a day today and has not been repaired, how dare you sit it?"

"Huh? Broken? It's actually that the elevator is broken, why is there no sign? "I'm glad I didn't fall to my death.

"Yes! But maybe it's because someone took it away after work, you are very unlucky and lucky. The short man said with a smile.

"I've always been unlucky, am I lucky I didn't fall to my death?" I couldn't laugh or cry.

"It's lucky to have met us, do you know who he is? Didn't you find anything special about him? ”