At the end of the song, there was silence.

Whew-

A faint wind, mixed with the breath of awakening.

The intense feeling of suffocation was finally relieved, the fresh air filled the lungs again, and the mind returned to the brain.

The audience was shocked by the immersion of the scene and the baptism of the soul. This is the true value of art to human beings, it is meaningless, but it makes people realize the true value of life.

I don't know who applauded first.

The second sound, the third sound, can no longer tell the order. I only know that the applause that is scrambling to release the shocking afterglow of the brain is like an anxious drum beat that can't keep up with the beat, like a sudden downpour of majestic rain, like an ecstatic cheer from excited and red faces—

"Shocked!"

The Spanish maestro, Mr. Ben Barnes, without the support of a cane, struggled to straighten his body as a sign of utmost respect for the performance, as if a new force had been born in his body. His trembling hands were enough to show that he was not at peace in his heart.

"All I can think of, the whole thing that comes to mind, is it Incredible? Is it Amazing? No, I'd rather say Sacudir in my native language...... Fantastic masterpiece! ”

His voice represents the voice of many of the judges.

Looking at the center of the stage, the beautiful figure of a hundred birds and phoenixes even dwarfs and shames, and I can't give birth to the courage to look directly.

The mechanical scoreboard was incredibly quiet.

It has lost its relevance. Today's fashion show doesn't need anyone's ratings or votes to determine the real winner. Just by seeing the faces that are excited and excited, you know the result of all the people's hearts, some people are sluggish, some people are excited, and some people are in tears......

Qiu Banshan couldn't describe his mood at the moment.

Is it a dream come true?

Or the figure that represents the ultimate in art in the imagination, and the beautiful obsession in the second half of his life has finally entered reality, stunning the world with unprecedented gorgeousness.

Qiu Banshan didn't think it was his own credit.

He smiled mutly, his face full of joy and relief, and the pain in his lungs seemed to disappear.

"Die without regrets."

Qiu Banshan smiled heartily.

Others applauded Qiu Banshan, and it was not clear who was the first to stand up to show respect for the old artist.

The sound of the stool churning overtook the music, the applause, and the heartfelt shouts.

When Qiu Banshan turned around, he saw countless figures like waves crashing on the shore, and they all stood up and paid him the highest respect.

Qiu Banshan felt that in the depths of his soul, there was a power that deeply touched him.

He was slightly moved, and his cloudy eyes turned red at some point, and he couldn't help but shed two lines of old tears. But he stood up straight and did not bow to the audience like an ordinary artist. There will be no one to find fault with this old man in this climactic finale.

Qiu Banshan was still laughing.

His laughter pierced Cui Ji's heart like an awl.

Cui Ji looked blankly at her former supporters, the extreme dissidents she had instigated, and the unexplained followers. Oh, now it's hard to tell who's who, they've become supporters of Qiu Banshan, and at the same time they've become die-hard fans of that new superstar, listen to the sound of the tsunami in the mountains, the voices of the crowds, the voices of celebration, the most beautiful voices in victory......

She was devastated.

Until now, Cui Ji still hasn't figured out where she lost. Obviously, the advantage is mine, and I obviously broke the Neta......

Is it Qiu Banshan?

Is it a rabble off the field?

Who exactly?

Triki looked up suddenly, her eyes twitching, and she skipped over the empress because she had a blazing light that could burn her eyeballs...... She looked at Wei Kun in a daze, with a hint of expectation in her eyes, and asked softly.

"Little Family...... Mr. Wei, can you let me go? ”

Wei Kun coughed lightly.

The ghost energy in his body was like boiling water, painfully suppressing the erection of power. He's long been used to the pain, and he hides the abnormality well. He looked back at Cui Ji, the old woman who was once popular all over the world and was hailed as the "first supermodel" of the golden age of the last century.

Wei Kun pursed his lips.

"If it were you, would you let me go?"

The answer is self-explanatory.

Cui Ji seemed to have lost her strength in an instant, leaning against the rostrum like a rag doll, she smiled bitterly, slowly shook her head and said, "I won't, because I know how much my opponent hates me......"

Wei Kun shrugged.

"I don't hate you."

Hearing this, Cui Ji looked at Wei Kun unexpectedly, suppressed a trace of joy, and said, "You really think so?" Mr. Qiu must also respect your wishes—"

"But there are people who hate you."

Wei Kun grinned.

"The ordinary people who have been deceived and used, the designers who have been slandered and hurt, and the old money who have been smashed and broken the rules...... Ms. Choi, time is on the winner's side. It doesn't have to get my hands dirty at all, and besides, you're not the king and queen of the chessboard. Finally, let me tell you a little secret......"

He said leisurely.

"I've been following you since the second day."

Cui Ji's pupils subconsciously contracted, and she took half a step back, and an inexplicable fear arose.

She couldn't see through Wei Kun, if she regretted despising this young man...... It is impossible to describe the complexity of her heart at this time. She only understands one thing, that is, the guy in front of her who is hidden behind the scenes, on the surface, who is just taking advantage of the scenery of the Qiu Group and Qiu Banshan, is the real loser!

Keep your head high, chest up, and thighs tightened.

Cui Ji smiled at Wei Kun with her charming smile that had appeared on the cover of countless magazines, and slowly walked off the stage with the most graceful model steps.

She walked slowly.

From the lights, to the shadows.

From the hustle and bustle, to the silence.

"Hey!"

Wei Kun suddenly shouted out to Cui Ji and said, "You are proficient in Chinese, let me send you an ancient poem." ”

Cui Ji didn't stop, just shook her head.

The voice seemed to come out of her ears and reach her heart.

"Once the spring is full of red faces,

I don't know ...... when the flowers fall and people die."

The voice drifted away.

Cui Ji's shoulders trembled slightly, but she still didn't stay, leaving Wei Kun and the others with a straight, beautiful and lonely back.

It seems to announce that a beautiful and nostalgic golden age has come to an end.

Click!

In the lens of a journalist, this aspect was faithfully recorded.

His compositions are exquisite.

Wei Kun and Honghong stood under the bright stage lights, and the models were high-fived and celebrated farther away, at the junction of light and shadow, was Qiu Banshan, a veteran crying, looking up at the stage, past the cheering crowd and bright fireworks, and at the farthest end of the photo's depth of field, and the darkest and deepest place, was the lonely back of a pale yellow evening dress.

Later, the photo was named Photography of the Year by Vogue and published in black and white on the last page.

As a witness to history, he was still complaining about the poor and difficult use of the digital camera, wondering if he should go to the sponsor of the seventh day, Hu Shi Images, to buy a new one?

"Hu's Image is the largest equipment dealer in the magic capital, besides, if you can't get ahead, is it a matter of tools? I really don't want to help you intercede with the president anymore......" His friend was annoyed by the shallowness of this companion, and while scolding, he raised his spear and short cannon and aimed it at the beautiful sisters who were holding hands in hand.

As for Her Majesty the Queen of Heaven who almost made her heart stop?

I've already returned to the backstage in the chariot!

How many longing eyes, revealing insatiable regrets, have asked who is this well-deserved heroine of fashion week and a future superstar destined to be popular all over the fashion circle? What is the origin?

Honghong, or Xiao Hong, is a mystery to people in the fashion industry.

But today's glimpse will leave a perfect figure in everyone's hearts, which will never be erased.

When the bell of victory rings.

The third big show medal was held above the head by a good sister who was dressed coolly, circled around, and finally solemnly placed on the podium representing the country.

The flash flashed again, and the news of the final victory in China instantly spread to various media channels, and the online media was faster, but the faster ones were the individual self-media, who had announced the good news to fans and netizens through live video and text live broadcasts.

Of course, I didn't forget to mention His Majesty "Wu Zetian" who was really there.

At the center of the podium, Mr. Tang shook hands with officials, businessmen, and fashion bigwigs, and only reluctantly took the microphone after a few excuses—in fact, he had snatched it from the old man Ben Barnes, and only this kind of old fellow would not care about his identity, and wanted to say a few words to the Oriental muse in the air.

Mr. Tang spoke in his capacity as the chairman of the organizers, and his steady voice was transmitted in all directions through the surround sound.

"I announce that the 14th Asian International Fashion Week, jointly organized by the four cities of Magic City, Xiangjiang, Seoul and Tokyo, has come to a successful conclusion!"

Bang –

Bang –

Gorgeous flowers resounded in the sky above the Magic City Exhibition Center.

Mr. Tang is an outstanding designer in China, such as Guo Qing, Lawrence Zhou, Chen Pei and other leading representatives of the clothing industry, as well as several jewelry designers who are also outstanding in the international reputation, and he has not forgotten a few new generation models who have won the honor of "Best Fashion Girl", patted them on the shoulder, and bluntly encouraged them to shine for the domestic culture......

"Mr. Wei Kun."

Mr. Tang enthusiastically stopped Wei Kun, who turned around and wanted to slip away.

He didn't notice that Wei Kun's face was flushed, covering his nose, and he seemed to have a lot of nosebleeds. Or rather, he simply doesn't care.

Mr. Tang said.

"Du Tianming's old dog has gone home. The verdict on his charges of favoritism and malpractice will be obtained within a week. He and his bastard son will never turn over for the rest of their lives......"

"Who are you? Why are you telling me this? I'm not familiar with Vice Chairman Du! ”

Wei Kun just wanted to run, he was so swollen that he needed to vent urgently. His Majesty, the only protagonist of the seventh day, is absolutely generous to his own people, and this ghost breath makes Wei Kun want to slap his thigh-

Mr. Tang was still a young man and shy.

He smiled heroically: "Be cautious, aren't you?" I admire your mind! The lack of the Modu Media Association needs to be filled. Mr. Wei Kun, are you interested in doing work here? As long as it is affirmed by the masses, this position will not be left to anyone else. ”

Where did this idiot who is full of official clichés come from?

What is a certainty? Who are the others? Haven't you experienced PUA in the workplace?

If Wei Kun hadn't been suffocated by the ghost's anger, and he had used too many backtracks today, he would have been overburdened, and he would have to make him understand what justice is in a certain future!

"Sorry, not interested."

He's already friendly when he doesn't swear. What's more, Wei Kun has no intention of staying in the Demon Capital at all, this place is expensive, the forces are intertwined and complicated, and there are scary guys with big backgrounds everywhere, so he doesn't want to stay here and suffer!

Wei Kun turned around and wanted to leave.

Mr. Tang was disgraced in front of the public, and his eyes suddenly sank, revealing a posture of not being angry and arrogant. "When young people have some achievements, they don't know how to be polite!"

He was just about to have a seizure.

The crowd not far away suddenly gave way to a sufficiently wide passage.

Before he could see him, a seemingly polite but threatening voice was heard.

"Who else should I be—Mr. Tang, haven't I seen you for a few years? I'm not bad. "A tall, red-wavy woman with a big crotch appeared in front of everyone.

The bystanders, who had the intention of watching the play, hurriedly turned their eyes away when they recognized the person, for fear of offending the dragon who crossed the river in the imperial capital.

"Director Jiang?"

Mr. Tang frowned slightly, suppressed the displeasure in his heart, and then smiled heartily and shook hands with Jiang Zhiyao to say hello.

Jiang Zhiyao didn't answer.

Compared with Mr. Tang, who is a scholar and a Confucian businessman, she is more like a battle-hardened general and an overlord flower that is not easy to mess with. She just crossed her arms and stared at Mr. Tang with a smile, until Mr. Tang showed a hidden embarrassment, threw down a "hell" and turned to leave angrily, then she turned her head to look at Wei Kun.

Jiang Zhiyao looked Wei Kun up and down, and said with a smile: "It's a good mix, it's like a look." ”

Wei Kun obtained the Beiyin Seal, and his intuitive acuity was raised by a level. If the last time he went to the imperial capital, he only felt a little pressure on Jiang Zhiyao. So now, he could smell the boundless ferocious aura emanating from Jiang Zhiyao's body from a distance of two or three meters!

It's the smell of rust!

He had a big alarm bell in his heart, and he was vigilant against Jiang Zhiyao. This tiger-like woman is extraordinary. What kind of realm is she?

Jiang Zhiyao relieved Wei Kun of the siege, and did not say much. She glanced at Wei Kun deeply, smiled, smiled extremely brightly, put one hand on his shoulder, and whispered in a low voice.

"You're very nice, and I was surprised. I lost a small gamble because of you, but it's more to celebrate ......"

She paused, looked directly into Wei Kun's eyes, and said sincerely from the bottom of her heart.

"Wei Kun, congratulations on coming to high society, no one can ignore your success, even Mr. Tang Bin of the Demon Capital is also wooing you, isn't it? I'm glad you turned him down because I didn't like him. ”

"We'll see each other again soon...... Remember our agreement. ”

Jiang Zhiyao blinked.

Wei Kun was a little surprised by Jiang Zhiyao's sudden softening attitude, this was not like the tigress who almost ate herself.

Jiang Zhiyao did not leave Wei Kun.

She looked at the end of the corridor where Wei Kun had disappeared, smiled extremely happily, and said to herself, "Sure enough, did you go to find Hu Hengtai?" The merchant has a good film in his hand......

Jiang Zhiyao's left eye flashed a trace of scarlet luster, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Welcome to the film and television industry...... My hunting grounds! ”

(End of chapter)