But fortunately, Yun Qian is a person who is used to using a lot of work to heal his troubles.

So for this kind of day from dawn to night, constantly dealing with the file computer, even though she did not gladly accept it, but she did not raise any protests.

Even to a certain extent, she seems to need to work more now, paralyzing the irritability in her heart.

Before, because she designed a set of evening dresses for the 30th wedding anniversary for his wife, she felt very satisfied.

Therefore, at the annual meeting of the Shen Group, it happened to be the day of Miss Shen's wedding.

The evening dress used by the bride, Mrs. Shen gave up letting a famous designer design it for the bride.

Instead, he found Yun Qian again.

During the conversation, Yun Qian got a very important message from Mrs. Shen's words.

Ms. Shen has always liked the traditional culture of our country, so it is a pity that the only wedding in her life cannot be carried out as a traditional Chinese wedding.

Yun Qian naturally didn't have the ability to change the decision of the two families to hold a Western-style wedding.

But since the wife talked about it when she was looking for her......

Yun Qian, who came out of the café, stopped, turned his head to look inside through the floor-to-ceiling window. With a knowing smile on his face.

Come to think of it, she should know Mrs. Shen's careful trick.

Again, Yun Qian never disappoints those who appreciate her works.

……

Tonight, Song Shuangxue was late after work, and when she came back, she thought that Yun Qian had already slept, but she didn't expect the black lights at home to be blind.

When I walked to the door of her room, I saw a faint light inside, and it was clear that she hadn't slept yet.

Song Shuangxue gently pushed open the door, first poked her head in, and after taking a look, she walked in

"Shallow, what are you doing?"

During this time, she worked overtime every day, and it was rare to be able to go home early tonight, she didn't have a good rest, but she was still staring at the computer and was busy working, what to do.

Yun Qian didn't speak, her eyes looked at the computer screen seriously, and at the same time, her hands were not idle, and she kept taking notes on the notebook.

Seeing this, Song Shuangxue also walked to her side, bent down, looked at the computer screen in front of her, and said, "Where is Su Xiu's origin?" ”

Song Shuangxue propped up the table, turned her head to look at Yun Qian, and asked, "Okay, why are you checking this?" ”

Yun Qian smiled, but he didn't stop tapping his fingers on the keyboard

"I took an order. Want to help the bride design an evening dress? ”

"Oh!"

Although Song Shuangxue doesn't understand clothing design, she also knows what she's doing when she investigates these things: "You want to design Hanfu for other brides?" ”

"Not either!"

Yun Qian typed another line of words in the search bar

Four famous embroideries in China

"It's just that this bride prefers Chinese weddings, so she plans to do something with these traditional things."

"When the time comes, you won't have to learn embroidery! Hey, I'll learn with you. ”

"It's you, come on......"

Yun Qian picked up the cup on the table, and after taking a sip of water, he said unceremoniously: "I don't want to work hard to design clothes for others, and the commission I get will be used to treat your fingers in the end." ”

"Dead girl, am I that bad?"

Yun Qian smiled: "Okay, you go to sleep first." ”

Song Shuangxue was unhappy, pursed her lips, got up and walked two steps outside, then stopped and turned her head.

Seeing that Yun Qian was still just looking at the computer screen seriously, he made a vicious grimace at her.

After that, he turned around and walked outside.

She came home in the evening, and before she even had time to eat, she began to work non-stop.

After taking notes for most of the day and drawing the design, there was no satisfied smile on his face. Even the brows are furrowed deeper and deeper.

The traditional cheongsam with hand-embroidered flowers is a good fit, but this style will inevitably be old and there is nothing new.

Moreover, the cheongsam is a kind of clothing that takes a dignified route, and it should have been worn by a slightly older lady.

Young people have an empty temperament, but they don't have the charm unique to mature women.

In fact, wearing a cheongsam is indeed not as suitable as a small dress.

But on the contrary, Mrs. Shen wanted this theme......

Yun Qian exhaled deeply and pinched his eyebrows. I got up and walked to the window, looking at the black light downstairs, and my brows furrowed involuntarily.

Originally, at the beginning, she was quite sure of this work. But when I really understand the cultural heritage left by these ancestors.

She realized that the idea of the newborn calf before her was really ridiculous.

She has been busy enough in the past few days, and I have to say that she promised Mrs. Shen this time, and she did find something for herself again.

However, as a designer, Yun Qian also knows better.

Compared with the design drawings on paper, in fact, practice is the thing that can best promote the progress of a fashion designer.

Tomorrow is the weekend, maybe it's time for her to go out for a walk.

Yun Qian's habit has always been that once he pretends to be in his heart, he must not be able to sleep at night

On a single bed of 1.5 meters, she lay back and forth all night. I woke up at dawn the next day, prepared a breakfast at the estimated time, put it on the table, and then went out.

Yun Qian took a taxi directly to the embroidery rooms in the old city, looked at the students in the classroom, and sat quietly in his own place. One after another, the white cloth in front of her was turned into an embroidery that satisfied her, and she seemed to be happy for them.

Then a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

"Girl, why don't you come in and try it if you like it?"

Yun Qian was looking at it in a daze, and the gentle voice that suddenly came from her ears made her subconsciously turn around.

The middle-aged woman standing in front of her nodded at her.

The smile on her face set off her beautiful facial features very softly.

Her eyebrows and eyes are crooked, Yin Tao has a small mouth, and the bun on her head is meticulous and dignified.

Under a light blue long-sleeved shirt, paired with a long skirt of the same color. It's a little more fashionable and homely.

Probably because the temperature difference between day and night at this time of year is relatively large, so when the woman is talking, she inadvertently gathers the shawl on her body.

Yun Qian admits that he is lonely and unheard, and he has seen a lot of good-looking people, but the woman in front of him, who combines beauty, temperament and charm, is the first time he has come into contact with it.

It's like she's coming out of a painting.

Yun Qian naturally didn't notice that when the woman was talking, when she saw Yun Qian turn to face her, her eyes paused unconsciously.

But I soon came back to my senses.

"This is yours?"

Seeing the students coming out of the classroom as they left, they nodded at the middle-aged woman: "Teacher Du, I'll go first." ”

So he asked.

The middle-aged woman nodded: "I see you've been standing here for a long time, like this?" ”

"Well, I don't like it!"

Under Du Yuxin's gaze, the smile on Yun Qian's face was a little shy: "Maybe we can be regarded as half a peer."

So I'm trying to design a ...... When a very meaningful piece of clothing arrives, it subconsciously arrives here. ”

"It turned out to be a costume designer."