After returning from Su Mo's house, Jiang Jianhuan spent a while trying to clear her mind of those distracting thoughts, but she was still somewhat unsettled. She sat on the bed, took out her sketchbook, and began sketching clothing designs.
She loves all kinds of dresses and will sketch a bunch of them when she has nothing to do. The important thing is that she is very focused when she does this. Sometimes when she notices that her emotions are not right, she will bury herself in drawing a few and then calm down.
only--
Jiang Jianhuan was only slightly distracted when the outline of the lines on the white paper appeared, the clean and neat strokes outlining a handsome and delicate face.
That was the image of Su Mo that she had drawn countless times.
Jiang Jianhuan's fingers froze for a moment. The next second, he tore the paper off with a ripping sound. Just as he was about to crumple it up and throw it in the trash can, he stopped again, took out a box from under the bedside table, and put the portrait in his hand into it.
Inside, there were already countless such semi-finished or finished products.
Monday was another busy day. After finishing up the pile of things from the past two days, it was almost lunchtime.
Jiang Jianhuan was just about to take a break when he received a greeting from across the Pacific Ocean.
One is Zhao Zhao, and the other is Shen Zaixi.
Chapter 25
Zhao Zhao sent her a photo, a screenshot of a figure on the big screen at Su Mo's concert.
A girl in a white dress sat in front of a piano, her head bowed, revealing a graceful section of her neck.
Jiang Jianhuan recognized herself.
【My Huan, is that you in this picture?】
Zhao Zhao asked this question. Jiang Jianhuan zoomed in on the photo again and again, and after confirming that he couldn't recognize himself anywhere, he prepared to deny it to the death.
【？】
It wasn't me.
Zhao Zhao replied very quickly, as if he were staring at his phone and waiting on the other end.
【real???】
"You don't even have a face, how can you think it's mine?" Jiang Jianhuan was also very curious.
【I think that neck looks just like yours!!!】 Zhao Zhao added several big exclamation marks after the sentence, making people truly feel her excitement on the other end.
Jiang Jianhuan: "......"
[...]
Calm down.
It's just a section of the neck; don't overthink it.
"Alright," Zhao Zhao replied reluctantly after a moment, seemingly still unwilling.
Friend, I believe you then.
Jiang Jianhuan, feeling guilty, sent a little man emoji that looked like he was patting his chest and his face was full of sincerity.
Shen Zaixi's news was much cleaner, consisting of only a simple sentence.
Did you get back together with him?
Jiang Jianhuan's mood immediately turned heavy. Her fingers unconsciously stroked the screen before slowly returning.
【not yet】
There was no further reply.
In March, IRO will be holding a Fall/Winter ready-to-wear fashion show. Everyone is busy preparing for the show. Jiang Jianhuan has a pile of drawings on hand and spends every day at the company, leaving early and returning late.
During lunch break, Fang Xiaoli appeared subtly excited.
"Jianhuan, Jianhuan, Director Jiang also asked me to participate in the design of this fashion show!"
"That's great." Jiang Jianhuan was happy for her.
"Have you prepared any design drafts yet?"
"I drew a few," she whispered mysteriously as she leaned closer.
"Take a look for me secretly later, and don't let anyone else know."
"Why are you so nervous?" Jiang Jianhuan couldn't help but chuckle.
"I'm afraid I won't draw well and people will laugh at me," Fang Xiaoli muttered. "You know Zhou Ran and the others always like to gossip about others behind their backs."
The Zhou Ran she mentioned were among the former employees who had been the most hostile towards Jiang Jianhuan. However, Fang Xiaoli had been chatting and laughing with them every day recently, and their relationship seemed to be quite good.
"Aren't you getting along well with them?" Jiang Jianhuan directly voiced his doubts, and Fang Xiaoli rolled her eyes.
"What does having a good relationship mean? They'll still gossip behind your back if they want to. Besides, does chatting in the same office mean you have a good relationship?" As soon as she finished speaking, the two of them finished eating and got up to return their plates. Fang Xiaoli affectionately took Jiang Jianhuan's arm, smiling cutely and charmingly.
"We are the real best friends."
Back in the office, Fang Xiaoli pulled her straight to the computer. The two ate quickly, and when they returned, there were only a few people left. Jiang Jianhuan looked at Fang Xiaoli's drawings.
Her design was still a work in progress, but its general shape and style concept were already visible. Jiang Jianhuan looked at it carefully for a while and pondered.
"You used a lot of trendy elements, and at first glance it looks pretty good, but if you look closely, you'll feel that it's a bit ordinary and doesn't have any unique features that belong to this garment itself."
This is also the most valuable aspect of being a designer.
What distinguishes a great designer from an ordinary one is their uniqueness.