Marry a shrewd wife: I will listen to you, wife

What Winter did made the usually quiet auditorium lively. Everyone looked at the center of the arena in amazement, and the audience whispered to each other.

Especially the judges present, Mr. Wu frowned and looked at the center of the stage, Ms. Ai was full of disapproval, only Mr. Ken continued to see through with a blank face.

The field controller is also watching his every move with a sigh of relief. The same is true for the director. He must watch that no accidents happen on the field. If any accident happens to the models, their competition will also be over.

But there was no panic on the model's face, she still looked at the audience with a smile on her face.

Because of this, neither the field controller nor the director came to stop him.

The red dress worn by the model was engulfed by the blue flames, and the model's face was turned yellow by the flames. Strangely, the flames only burned halfway and then stopped, and the skirt was burnt into a few tattered holes .

Before everyone could react, Winter did the same, and the red dresses of several other models also burned instantly.

After all the flames were extinguished, Ms. Ai originally wanted to scold him angrily, but she found that the usual red dress showed a different sense of beauty.

The skirt of the first model was burned with several holes, but the shape of the hole was very classical.

The same goes for several other models.

The clothes of the last model were particularly exaggerated. Her skirt was burnt out in an instant. All the clothes of the models were different in shape, but they were unique in beauty.

Ms. Ai didn't expect it to be like this. Mr. Ken's eyes were full of surprises. Apart from seeing this kind of design in other painting competitions, this kind of on-site creation is even rare.

"This is really an eye-opener." Mr. Wu praised.

He had never seen such a performance before, and he and Mr. Ken looked at each other with delighted eyes.

Winter began to introduce his own work: "Hi everyone, my work is named Nirvana. It means rebirth from Nirvana." He felt that people who understand it don't need to say more.

Yan Qingyao looked at the stage in admiration, those clothes were also deeply in her heart.

When the final score was counted, people were surprised. Winter's score was [-] points, the highest score among all the people present. This is an affirmation of his work.

When seeing this score, Yan Zhao's complexion was quite bad.

Xia Mei didn't come on stage when the awards were presented, he didn't want to meet Winter, let alone run into him.

Yan Zhao gritted his teeth and looked at the stage, very dissatisfied with the result.

She founded her own clothing brand and also set up a studio. The chief designer of the studio is Xia Mei. If Xia Mei doesn't get the first place, how will her clothing brand be launched?
Her eyes were burning, looking at the trophy on the stage.

When the awards were presented, Mr. Ken personally presented the awards to Winter.

Yan Zhao kept watching, her eyes were red with jealousy.

Finally, she couldn't help it, and shouted directly: "Copycat of Winter's, this design was Xia Mei's before." She said loudly, and everyone present looked at Yan Zhao's face.

Ken withdrew his hand holding the trophy, frowned and asked, "What's going on?" Why did you say it was plagiarism?

Yan Qingyao did not expect this person to be so shameless.

"What do you mean?" Winter asked calmly.

Yan Zhao just walked onto the stage, took the microphone and said: "This group of Nirvana's designer Xia Mei, Xia Mei told me several times before the competition, but in the end we still chose spring, summer, autumn and winter. It's just I didn't expect it to be stolen again, everyone, don't forget that the previous spring, summer, autumn and winter were almost plagiarized."

She looked at Winter with burning eyes, just thinking about this matter that he couldn't refute.

Ms. Ai was also a little confused, but she had heard about Xia Mei's plagiarism before, and she looked at Winter with some contempt.

Yan Qingyao looked at Yan Zhao with a cold face, never expecting that these two people would be so shameless.

"This..." Xia Mei didn't expect Yan Zhao to say that, and he wasn't prepared at all.

That incident made him feel very ashamed, but now that it is brought up again on this occasion, Xia Mei only feels very ashamed, but Yan Zhao can't offend him.

Xia Mei, who was watched by everyone, had no choice but to go on stage, echoing Yan Zhao's words.

"Yan Zhao is right, Nirvana is also my work." He said cheekily, at the moment he didn't dare to look at Winter at all, he had stolen someone's work before and turned black and white, and now he is blatantly framing it on the competition.

"Winter, what do you say?" Ken kept looking at Winter, there was no reaction on his face, he mainly wanted to see what Winter said.

Being framed in this way, the eyes of the audience have always been on him, Winter once again bears the eyes full of sarcasm, the eyes are scorching, wanting to burn him.

He was a little frightened, and this kind of vision was the same as before, driving him to hell.

At this moment, Yan Qingyao also came on stage, and she generously took the microphone from Winter's hand.

"I know that at the cusp of this kind of turmoil, everyone may trust Xia Mei more. But I also saw the design of Winter this time. I remember that when I first met Winter, he was drunk. What happened to him. But I believe in him, not only in his character, but also in his talent. I applied for a separate design office for him, but the blow also knows that after a major blow, the state of people It's decadent."

Speaking of this, Yan Qingyao took a look at Winter, and continued: "People scold him every day on the Internet, and he doesn't even dare to go online anymore. He locked himself in the office as a whole, and no one was allowed in. Later I I took him up the stairs, and I climbed from the third floor to the 30th floor that day. It is the most relaxing when people are extremely tired. The sunset that day was really beautiful, and because of this, Winter was inspired."

"Inspired by the sunset, the fire-like glow reborn winter's nirvana, and the fire reaffirmed the nirvana of the clothes on the model. I think this is the true meaning of nirvana." Yan Qingyao put down the microphone after finishing speaking.

Comparing with Winter's situation and their understanding of Nirvana, the judges knew that Yan Qingyao was not lying. This is indeed the meaning of Nirvana's rebirth.

And again, Mr. Ken also had a certain understanding of Winter before, and he has always known his talent.

Winter deserves this award, but Yan Zhao is not forgiving.

"It doesn't matter if you can tell the meaning, then there is no way to remove his name as a plagiarist." Yan Zhao said.

Yan Qingyao glared at Xia Mei angrily, and she said, "Since Ms. Yan Zhao thinks this work belongs to Mr. Xia, how about Mr. Xia telling me about your source of inspiration?"

Her words made everyone focus on Xia Mo. Although Xia Mo held up the microphone, he didn't know what to say.