Jiaochen

The evening breeze was breezy, and the wind blew across the square, blowing away the dull night.

Ji Qingying was buried in the fossa of Fu Yanzhi's neck, breathing deeply, smelling the smell of disinfectant mixed on his body, feeling inexplicably relieved.

Obviously, when she was just in the roast (meatrou) shop, she felt cold all over. But this time, the whole person has warmed up from the inside out.

Besides Fu Yanzhi, she will always have this kind of magic.

As long as she sees this person and feels the breath of this person, she can be dragged out of the abyss by him.

He was born with light, like warm sunshine, which made her want to chase and hug.

Seeing him will make her believe that everything in this world is still good.

The two held them for a while, and Fu Yanzhi reached out his hand and gently patted her back to coax: "Are you full at night?"

Ji Qingying was silent for a few seconds, and said dullly, "No."

She really didn't eat much, and all her appetite disappeared when she arrived at Lin Xiaoshuang.

Fu Yanzhi tilted her head and kissed her on the cheek: "Then go home and eat more with me?"

Ji Qingying smiled and curled her lips: "Okay."

Fu Yanzhi took her hand and walked towards the parking lot. The shadows of the two people under the street lamp were stretched infinitely and overlapped each other, and there was an indescribable warmth.

It's a bland routine, but full of surprises.

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Along the way, Fu Yanzhi didn't ask her what happened. The two of them have a special tacit understanding and will give each other enough time to prepare.

If you want to say it, then say it, if you don't want to say it, you will never force it. Of course, even if you don't want to talk, Fu Yanzhi can coax people well.

When he got home, he asked Ji Qingying: "What do you want to eat?"

Ji Qingying smiled and looked up at him: "Didn't you let me eat with you? I can eat whatever you want."

Fu Yanzhi (hook gou) lowered his lips and said softly, "Well, let's have some noodles."

"it is good."

He went to the kitchen to make noodles, and Ji Qingying also followed.

She leaned close to Fu Yanzhi, like a kitten begging to caress (touch Mo).

"Is there anything I can help?"

Fu Yanzhi looked at her: "Yes."

Ji Qingying raised her eyebrows.

Fu Yan chuckled, pointed and said, "Stay with me here."

Ji Qingying: "..."

She couldn't hold back, and silently bent her lower lips: "Well, then I will stand here to accompany you."

The light on the top was bright, and Ji Qingying really stood by her side without moving, accompanied by Fu Yanzhi.

She looked at Fu Yanzhi's every move, and she only thought what he did was pretty.

After a while, the noodles were ready.

Ji Qingying helped bring out a serving, and Fu Yanzhi warmed her a cup of cow (milk Nai).

She couldn't laugh or cry, glanced at the balloon that she had just taken home, then looked at the cow (Milk Nai) in front of her, just wanting to laugh.

This person really thinks of himself as a three-year-old kid.

But in front of Fu Yanzhi, she was happy to be a three-year-old giant baby.

The two quietly finished eating the noodles, and Fu Yanzhi asked her to take a (xi) bath slowly.

Ji Qingying answered and walked to the balcony, planning to water the flowers.

The flowers of the two pots of jasmine that she had left here have already fallen.

Fu Yanzhi didn't know where to get a few more pots back. They were neatly placed on the black (color) shelf, and they looked beautiful.

The wind in Houhu was very comfortable, and Ji Qingying hummed a small song to water the flowers, not caring about the time.

When she finished tossing, Fu Yanzhi also came over.

Hearing the sound, Ji Qingying looked up at him: "When will this flower bloom?"

"It will open after a while."

Ji Qingying said "Ah", "Is it right that I can see it when I come back from the match?"

"Ok."

Fu Yanzhi stretched out his hand, took what was in her hand, and said in a low voice, "Will it be longer this time?"

"Ok."

Ji Qingying took the initiative to hug him and nudged his warm embrace: "Fu Yanzhi."

Fu Yanzhi answered softly and looked down at her: "I'm here."

Ji Qingying didn't know what she wanted to say, but just wanted to say something to him.

"Are you busy in the hospital today?"

"A little bit." Fu Yanzhi followed her words and said in a low voice: "A special new patient has been accepted."

Ji Qingying looked at him: "How special is it?"

Fu Yanzhi pondered for a moment, and said in a low voice, "This patient has been in the hospital before."

"what?"

Ji Qingying looked at him by mistake.

Fu Yanzhi explained: "It's a grandfather. He was in the hospital as a family member before."

奶Nai)(奶Nai) had myocardial infarction operation, he has been with the hospital..."

Ji Qingying stared at him, pursing her lower lip and asked, "What about then."

奶Nai)(奶Nai) was discharged from the hospital not long ago. He has a physical problem." Fu Yanzhi lowered his head and kissed the corner of her lips, and whispered: "It's a little bit serious. The operation time today is a bit long."

Ji Qingying was startled slightly, her eyes flushed.

"do you know."

Fu Yanzhi looked down at her.

Ji Qingying thought for a while, and said boredly: "My grandmother lived in the hospital for a long time in my senior year."

At that time, Ji Qingying felt like the sky was falling.

The works she designed were questioned and plagiarized, and some of the students in the class who knew it were talking behind the scenes. When she saw the smoke in her eyes and the pointers behind her, she didn't feel it.

Even the teachers were disappointed in her.

In addition, there is an internship company she originally planned. She also got internal information and told her that they don't need a designer who can copy, they don't want her.

Even the design company that initially wanted to win over her and threw an olive branch on her also avoided her.

As for the competition, she was even disqualified.

That was the first time she felt ‘reality’. I have felt what is meant by ‘all betrayal’.

Some of the classmates who had spoken well to her, because of that incident, no longer appeared in her contact list.

The biggest breakdown, of course, was the telephone notification of the grandma's hospitalization.

Ji Qingying was in the dormitory at the time and ran downstairs as soon as he received the call.

She didn't pay attention to her feet and stepped on several stairs. It was Chen Xinyu who grabbed her for the first time, and there was no more accident.

Chen Xinyu pulled her back, and Chi Lu contacted the school immediately, accompanied her back to Jiangcheng and went to the hospital.

At that time, Ji Qingying's hands and feet were cold, and her face was even whiter.

Afterwards, Chen Xinyu reminded her of that time in a joking tone.

Talking about her face (color) at the time scared them both.

It was also from that time that Ji Qingying suddenly understood that struggling was meaningless, the light of her world had disappeared, and her faith had been crushed.

Many things do not really exist for justice.

She returned to Jiangcheng and was with her grandmother in the hospital.

The grandmother sensed her unsatisfactory, so she didn't ask or say anything. She only told Ji Qingying that if she was unhappy, she would not do it, and follow her heart and do whatever she wanted.

After her grandmother was discharged from the hospital, Ji Qingying went back to school.

She did not go to any internship company, went back to the town to spend more than half a year with her grandmother, and then opened a studio. Far away from the group of people that I was familiar with and those things.

It's okay to say she is counseling, or whatever else.

At that time, she felt that nothing was more important than grandma.

She no longer cared about the result, just wanted to live a life that she liked and enjoyed quietly.

Of course, it was also because she did not have the ability to fight back.

...

Fu Yanzhi stretched out his hand and pulled the person into his arms: "Because of what hospitalized?"

Ji Qingying murmured, "It's just that high blood pressure is a little bit sicker, people are old and overworked."

Fu Yanzhi stretched out his hand and rubbed her hair: "The grandmother you go home with?"

"Ok."

Ji Qingying rubbed his (chest xiong), trying to make her tone easier: "At that time, I was in the hospital and watched the busy medical staff working, and I had a good impression."

Fu Yanzhi raised his eyebrows and joked with her: "So you have a good impression of the medical staff and you drink with us?"

Ji Qingying looked at his eyes: "Yes."

She laughed: "You also have to thank the hospital for not having any handsome doctors at the time, or I would run away with someone else."

Fu Yanzhi: "..."

He laughed blankly and said in a low voice: "That's true, I will go home next time, thank my parents."

Ji Qingying laughed.

Fu Yanzhi looked down at her and said in a low voice, "When your game is over, we will go back to see Grandma."

"it is good."

Ji Qingying said: "Then I must go back, or she will scold me for having no conscience."

Fu Yanzhi bends his lower lip.

The two stood on the balcony for a long time, until Ji Qingying was tired, then returned to the room to wash and rest.

This night, Ji Qingying sank into Fu Yanzhi's arms (Shui Shui).

Thinking of those past things, she was able to face it calmly.

-

In the blink of an eye, it was the third round.

On the day of the competition, Fu Yanzhi personally sent them over. When getting off the bus, Ji Qingying asked him for a special reward.

In this round of competition, the competition with Ji Qingying imagined was much fiercer.

Each person has a room, and the required design is made within the specified time.

After this round, it is the final.

Ji Qingying no longer had any contact with Fu Yanzhi, and she spent her daily time on design drafts.

She doesn't think cheongsam is a niche culture, nor does she think that cheongsam is only retro.

It can be retro or trendy.

For three consecutive days, Ji Qingying has basically never left the house, and has always been in the room.

After she buckled the last disc button, she suddenly relaxed.

Rongxue looked at the cheongsam worn by the model, and the fatigue in her eyes disappeared.

"Sister Qingying, this is another breakthrough."

Ji Qingying curled her lips and smiled, and said softly, "Just do my best."

She did her best.

In the third round, Ji Qingying passed by unexpectedly.

Followed by the finals.

Eight designers were eliminated in the third round, and only eight were left in the finals.

The final is different from the third round. The final is recorded live.

There are audiences on site, as well as a live broadcast platform.

The designer must complete a finished product under the watchful eyes of all the audience and the judges.

The time limit is four hours.

These four hours also include topic cutting, etc., which can be described as the limit.

The organizer gave the eight designers who entered the competition a day off. On Saturday, it was recording.

When Ji Qingying woke up in the morning, she was in good spirits.

She glanced at the phone, there was a message from Fu Yanzhi and others on it.

Fu Yanzhi is off today and he will come to watch her match.

At this time, Ji Qingying found out. Fu Yanzhi is really busy, but it seems that he hasn't missed any of her open competitions since she participated in the competition.

She bends her lips silently and sends a message back to Fu Yan.

The national competition is bigger this time than in previous years.

The recording location is in a very large room, each with a spacious location, surrounded by audiences, and a little above is the judges' bench.

The judges of the national designer finals are Zhou Zhilan.

After hearing the sound, Ji Qingying realized that she had not yet returned.

She raised her eyes and glanced, then quickly withdrew her gaze.

The host introduced one by one, Ji Qingying listened casually, occasionally casting his eyes to the audience.

But because the distance was too far, she did not find where Fu Yanzhi was.

"Brother, is Senior Sister Ji looking for you?"

Ye Zhenzhen watched Ji Qingying's movements and muttered beside Fu Yanzhi.

Fu Yanzhi raised his eyes and looked at the people on the stage and said, "Hmm," "Be quiet."

Ye Zhenzhen: "..."

She turned her head and talked to Chen Xinyu: "Sister Xinyu, I'm so nervous."

Chen Xinyu smiled, bending his lips and said, "What are you nervous about."

She looked at Ji Qingying and said in a low voice: "I believe in your senior sister Ji's ability."

Ye Zhenzhen nodded: "Okay."

After being silent for a while, she sighed deeply: "But I'm still very nervous."

Chen Xinyu looked at her funnyly and patted her shoulder.

Chen Xinyu's face (color) changed after hearing Zhou Zhilan's name.

"It's over."

She muttered, "I'm also nervous."

As soon as the voice fell, Ye Zhenzhen was very excited: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh will ihhhhhhhhhh will Zhou Zhilan been returned? why do I not know

"Oh my god! She would come to be a judge of the national competition, this time the organizer paid a lot of money to invite her."

Chen Xinyu: "..."

She had a meal and looked down at her: "Do you like Teacher Zhou Zhilan?"

Ye Zhenzhen nodded: "Like it, she is the idol of 99% of design professionals."

After speaking, Ye Zhenzhen realized something was wrong.

She turned to look at Chen Xinyu, and said in surprise: "Sister Xinyu, don't you like it?"

"……Ok."

She said: "I am convinced of her design ability, but I don't like her."

Ye Zhenzhen blinked and didn't understand, "...why?"

Chen Xinyu smiled and said softly: "There is no reason, just don't like it."

Ye Zhenzhen nodded as if understanding, she just wanted to shut up, suddenly remembered something.

"Sister Xinyu! I remember."

She pointed and said, "The last time I went shopping with you and Senior Sister Ji, was she talking to you?"

When Ye Zhenzhen passed by that day, Zhou Zhilan only left her a profile. In addition, she has a little shortsightedness, and she really didn't see too clearly.

But after seeing Zhou Zhilan's look, she remembered.

That day, Zhou Zhilan seemed to be wearing this suit, this dress.

Thinking about it, she stared at Chen Xinyu with wide eyes in disbelief, and said in surprise: "Sister Xinyu, do you and Ji Xuejie know Teacher Zhou Zhilan?"

Chen Xinyu: "..."

Fu Yanzhi also looked sideways and glanced toward her.

Chen Xinyu looked at the two of them and responded vaguely: "...I know."

Ye Zhenzhen's eyes lit up: "That can..."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Yanzhi interrupted him.

"Ye Zhenzhen."

"Huh?" Ye Zhenzhen looked at him.

Fu Yanzhi glanced at her indifferently, and said coldly, "Be quiet."

Ye Zhenzhen: "..."

She stared at Fu Yanzhi's face (color) for a while, and silently closed her mouth.

Can't afford to offend, still can afford to hide.

Fu Yanzhi ignored her gaze, he set his gaze on the person not far away. Ji Qingying once said to him in her mind.

My mother is a designer, super talented kind. But she didn't want me for her career.

She didn't speak too bluntly, and Fu Yanzhi didn't think deeply about who her mother was.

Up to now, there is an answer clearly before him.

It's Zhou Zhilan. His girlfriend's mother is a designer that everyone admires, Zhou Zhilan.

Coincidentally, Fu Yanzhi also knew a lot about her.

Ye Qing and Ye Zhenzhen will discuss at home from time to time, and they usually come back to them during dinner.

Ye Zhenzhen likes gossip very much, and will share everything with Ye Qing. Fu Yanzhi used to go home for dinner a lot, and occasionally listened to it.

He won't remember it specially, but if he listens more, he will have an impression.

In my impression, apart from the designer's special talent in design, every object she chooses is helpful to her work.

Ye Zhenzhen said this.

Said that Zhou Zhilan had a good vision in choosing a target, she never was constrained by a man, and all she chose were beneficial and helpful to her.

Whether it is the president of the company, a talented designer, or a certain heir, they are all helpful to her in her career and can bring her to the next level.

She is free and easy (sexual xing), not rigid. These labels seem to belong to this person.

Fu Yanzhi (gou) (gou) looked straight at the people with downcast eyes on the stage, and a special emotion spread in the (胸xiong) cavity.

He guessed that Ji Qingying must have read those reports and also read the comments of netizens. He didn't know how she felt when she saw those comments on Zhou Zhilan.

At this moment, Fu Yanzhi wanted to hug the people on stage.

-

The game officially started.

The theme of the final is "Freedom", there are not too many boundaries, as long as you think it represents inner freedom, it is enough.

The designers on the stage race against the clock to design the works they feel most free in the shortest time.

The audience in the audience watched anxiously, and their hearts were raised, just like the designer.

When Ji Qingying saw the word'freedom', she suddenly thought of the kite she and Fu Yanzhi had flown that day.

The feeling of running on that green grass.

There was a picture in her mind.

Time passed by minute by minute, passing quickly.

The designers on the stage are relatively calm, at least on the surface, there is no anxious look (color).

Zhou Zhilan scanned the eight designers, and finally stopped on the person on the side.

For the sake of convenience, she dresses very casually today.

A pair of jeans and a t-shirt, looks ordinary.

She lowered her eyes, paying attention to the movements of her hands.

There is also a large screen on one side, magnifying the action in the hands of the designer.

She stared at her and had a guess.

On both sides of her are the chairpersons of the design competition, fair and fair representatives.

After a glance, the one on the left suddenly asked, "Does that beautiful designer plan to make cheongsam?"

Zhou Zhilan didn't say a word.

The man continued: "Does cheongsam and freedom not fit well?"

The chairman on the right said: "Not necessarily. Cheongsam can also be very free."

The two were discussing, looking sideways at Zhou Zhilan: "What do you think of Teacher Zhou."

Zhou Zhilan smiled slightly and said lightly: "Look at the final result."

The two nodded unanimously.

Ye Qing and Fu Zheng happened to be there.

However, the two did not sit with Fu Yanzhi. Ye Qing was an invited audience and brought his family along.

"Fu Yanzhi has a good eye."

Fu Zheng smiled and said, "Is that his girlfriend?"

Ye Qing nodded: "Yes."

She glanced: "The little girl is making cheongsam again."

Fu Zheng raised his eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "Why, is there a problem?"

"I think of course not." Ye Qing said: "But you have to know that the champions of this national competition will have direct access to the dlmh international competition. When the judges grade, they will choose works that are in line with international standards."

Fu Zheng didn't know much.

Ye Qingduo explained: "Many foreigners don't understand the culture of cheongsam, nor do they know the culture of China (Z). They don't like cheongsam very much. Many designers also think that cheongsam is too small for the trend. "

Fu Zheng knew it.

He nodded and asked in a low voice, "Do you think so too?"

"of course not."

Ye Qing smiled: "You have to believe in Qingying's ability. She has a pair of skillful hands that can break everyone's impression of cheongsam."

Fu Zheng looked at her in surprise, smiled and said, "You have a high opinion of Fu Yanzhi's girlfriend."

Ye Qing looked at his eyes and said without hesitation, "You will also like this girl after contact."

"That's not to be liked." Fu Zheng said in an extraordinarily serious way: "I want to like her, you and Fu Yanzhi have to settle accounts with me."

Ye Qing: "..."

The couple talked and laughed, watching the competition not far away.

With only the last hour left in the game, Ji Qingying's face also appeared anxious (color).

She looked down at the things in her hand and murmured a few words with Rong Xue.

Melting Snow nodded, expressing it clearly.

Ji Qingying took out the box on the side. Their designer allowed some of their own things to enter the venue, and they had all been checked.

Ji Qingying squatted down and began to embroider things on the fabric.

Ye Zhenzhen looked at this scene and said in surprise, "Sister Ji is planning to do what?"

"Embroidery."

"what?"

Ye Zhenzhen glanced at the time: "Can this be time?"

"She will do it, it must be possible."

Time ticked ticking away, when it was sixty seconds down.

Ji Qingying put the clothes on the three-dimensional model and showed it.

Time is suspended.

All the works of the eight designers were completed.

When everyone looked over, what they noticed was the cheongsam on the court.

The material of the cheongsam is rendered by the selected ink painting. The bottom (color) is white (color), and the top is rendered with lotus flowers, which appear to have grown from a pond, with green leaves, root eyelashes, flower buds, and petals that have already bloomed.

But it seems that it does not make people feel vulgar, on the contrary, it has a special effect.

In addition, what is even more eye-catching is the buckle of the stand-up collar. Under the buckle, it looks like a small butterfly is dancing. It gives a visual effect of the butterfly flapping its wings and dancing on the lotus pond.

The audience was in an uproar.

Ye Zhenzhen couldn't help exclaiming: "Oh my God, it's so visual."

Chen Xinyu couldn't help but nodded: "She should have another idea."

"what?"

"We'll know when we let the model show."

Ye Zhenzhen nodded without understanding.

After all the works are completed, it is the exhibition and Q&A with the designer.

Every work has a story in it.

There are prepared models in the backstage, and the newly designed works are displayed, which is a big show.

Ji Qingying is at the end, and she waits for the presentation and comments of the designers in front of her in a hurry.

The score is judged directly, the highest score and the lowest score are removed, and the average score in the middle is taken.

The total score of each teacher is ten.

There are six judges.

When the Ji Qingying model went out, everyone's attention was unsurprisingly on that model.

After seeing the costume displayed by the model, everyone opened their eyes wide, and then whispered.

"The model's hand, do you want to put it like this?"

"Oh my God! This idea is great too."

"Is the bow on the model's head just prepared?"

"Ahhhhh, the green (colored) one on your wrist is connected to the green (colored) lotus leaf bud, like an iron chain, isn't it?"

...

Ye Zhenzhen also widened his eyes and looked at Chen Xinyu: "Sister Xinyu, isn't it?"

Chen Xinyu nodded and said in a low voice: "I knew that she added a few strokes on it, which is meaningful."

After the model was shown, Ji Qingying took the stage.

After taking the stage, the host took the lead to speak out: "Do you want Ji Design to introduce your work?"

Ji Qingying smiled slightly and took the microphone: "Hello everyone, I am Ji Qingying." She pointed sideways and pointed, "This is my design, representing the cheongsam of "Freedom"."

As soon as the voice fell, the judges asked: "Our topic is freedom, why did we think of designing cheongsam."

Ji Qingying raised her eyes and said softly, "I like cheongsam very much. I think cheongsam also represents freedom."

The judges nodded: "The fabric you chose is very characteristic. It was prepared by the staff after you had an idea." He paused and continued to ask: "I want to ask, what does the model pose mean? Her wrist Does the green (color) ribbon on the top also make sense?"

"of course."

Ji Qingying introduced one by one: "The ribbon on the wrist is connected to the lotus leaf bud on the dress. Does this look like a shackle?"

Everyone nodded.

Ji Qingying laughed: "This is what I want to express."

"Actually, when you raise your hand, the shackles are broken." She said, "Whether it’s design or people, it shouldn’t be limited to a certain point. Just take a step forward and raise your hand. If you don’t see it, you will have freedom."

She said seriously: "Many people think that cheongsam represents bondage. But I think that cheongsam can also be very free, very fashionable, and has a sense of design. Breaking tradition is the freedom I want."

She pointed to the butterfly embroidered on the dress: "Like a butterfly, it hovered on the lotus leaf. It doesn't mean that it can't leave. She just prefers this place. It flutters and flutters, brilliant and free, and like It's like a blooming flower, it's a personal choice."

After her words fell, the teachers in the judges' bench took the lead in applauding.

A teacher commented: "I like your design concept very much, and I like your work very much."

"Thank you."

After several teachers commented one by one, only Zhou Zhilan was left.

Zhou Zhilan took the microphone and looked down at her: "The work is very good, but I have a question."

Ji Qingyingshen (color) calmly: "Teacher Zhou, please speak."

Zhou Zhilan paused, and said in a low voice: "How do you make the public accept your work?" She pointed out: "What a designer has to do is to make everyone like your work, regardless of level or restriction. In terms of international trends, especially foreigners, how do you convince them to accept?"

Ji Qingying glanced at her and said in a low voice, "As long as it is done well, they will like it."

She said: "Everyone has different preferences, but in the same way, everyone is irresistible to beautiful things."

She pursed her lips and said lightly: "Years ago, cheongsam had its heyday, and it was even loved by many foreign friends to imitate it. So I don't think that cheongsam will be liked by Chinese (Z) people alone. It has a very wide audience. It is not tied to the small world we are familiar with."

…………

When the judges score.

Ye Zhenzhen grabbed Chen Xinyu's hand in the audience, nervous.

Ji Qingying is relatively calm, she is the last one, and she is not in a hurry.

After a while, the judges scored.

The host read the newspaper one by one.

With the highest score removed and the lowest score removed, Ji Qingying's average score is 9.8 points.

After the words fell, Ye Zhenzhen turned to look at the person next to him: "Brother, what is the highest of the seven designers before?"

Fu Yanzhi looked at the people on the stage with scorching eyes, and the two met across the crowd. He chuckled lightly, his eyes full of approval: "The highest is 9.6."

Upon hearing this, Ye Zhenzhen exclaimed: "Ah! My sister Ji is the champion!"

As soon as the voice fell, the host's words also fell: "Let us congratulate the champion of this national design competition, Ji Qingying."

There was thunderous applause.

Everyone's eyes fell on her alone.

Everyone was impressed by her talent, and so was Fu Yanzhi.