Rebirth of the rich and powerful

Paris Fashion Week has more media, more models, and more fashion shows than Milan Fashion Week.

This time, Jiang Yun didn't just accept Guy's show. In fact, under the joint recommendation of Alessandro and Guy, Jiang Yun undertook the main modeling work for a total of five big shows, three of which were A men's show and two women's shows.

"It's really strange, a male model, why does he always compete with us for jobs!" Emily is an old man in the show. Although she has many years of experience in catwalks, she is actually only in her early twenties, and this is the first time she has won a show. The chance to walk the catwalks at Paris Fashion Week.

Modeling is an extremely cruel industry, especially high-end show models, with high requirements, high work intensity, fierce competition but also very strict age requirements, especially female models, who are considered to be retired at the age of 23 or four. It is time to start thinking about the next transformation.

Emily is already 22 years old. In other industries, she may be at the age when university graduates are just starting to work. She has already clearly felt that it is becoming more and more difficult for her to compete with those newcomers who are full of girlishness.

Well now, in addition to being a woman, she also needs to compete with a man for a job!

She looked at her own face in the mirror. It was a face that was too showy in the fashion industry. Maybe it was more suitable for commercial models, but department stores like girls with sweet and friendly faces, and those who like sexy beauties have job opportunities. In front of her, her figure was too flat again.

A qualified show model must be at least two sizes smaller than the average person. At the same time, she also needs to have enough aura and flexible temperament. Felt like I had just eaten a big slice of pizza and ten buttered buns.

Fortunately, she has long been used to this life of imagining the heads of the audience as donuts.

It's fine that all the competitors are facing similar situations, but it's not very comfortable when an out-of-fit person suddenly appears beside her.

An oriental man named Jiang Yun, male, naturally has a youthful face and a thin figure. Most importantly, he is very popular with those big designers.

It's maddeningly jealous!

"I don't know what these designers are thinking, no matter how beautiful he is, he is still a man!" Emily complained to her friend, "These guys with messed up sexual orientations, do they want to mix men and women?" The boundaries are also blurred?"

"Keep your voice down," her friend warned her, "Okay, stop complaining, be careful that they replace you directly, who told you that you are not as good as a man?"

"And he's still skinny!" Emily sadly took a big bite of the vegetable salad in the bowl without any seasoning, "But I need to eat these disgusting grasses to avoid fat."

"It's really unfortunate." Her friend hugged her comfortingly, "I heard that he has come to Paris, have you seen him?"

Emily took another big bite of grass and shook her head: "Not yet, I heard it will come today."

"That's great!" her friend exclaimed, and then quickly changed; "Oh dear Emily, can you help me get his contact information?"

Emily looked angrily at this friend who vowed to sleep with beautiful men all over the world: "You know, there are many gays in the modeling circle, especially the group of handsome boys."

"Try it, I remember he's still a designer, it won't hurt if you keep in touch with him." Her friend continued to egg Emily.

"Okay, I'll find a chance to ask for you." Emily shrugged helplessly.

The rehearsal before the big show was full of tense atmosphere. Designers were picky offstage, assistants were running back and forth on stage and offstage, and models had to repeat the same movements over and over again until they became mechanical reactions of the body, or In the crowded backstage, sometimes it takes a whole day to wait.

Of course, such a painful experience is only for small models like them.

Those supermodels who earn a lot of money have their own lounges and dressing rooms, and they never need to wait for a long time. This kind of life is what Emily strives for. She believes that Jiang Yun must also have his own lounge. Even so, they just come and go around, take the first place in the queue, and then leave first, just like many famous supermodels.

These little models like them probably wouldn't have much interaction with him.

As it turned out, she was wrong.

When Emily came to the backstage, she had already seen the oriental man, trying to order it over and over again on the runway, and confirmed the lighting and camera position with the assistant.

"Has he been here for a long time?" Emily asked a familiar staff member curiously.

"Who? You mean the oriental guy?" The staff member nodded, "He came early, with Mr. Guy."

Emily looked at the man from the audience.

She had to admit that this is really a natural model, he just needs to stand there, his body seems to be glowing, it is said that angels are neutral, if there are angels in reality, it probably looks like him, right?Emily thought a little jealously.

After a few days, her jealousy quickly turned into admiration.

If I had such a face, Emily thought, she just needs to stay there quietly, and naturally a lot of resources will be sent up. She may choose a more lucrative showbiz, or simply find a If a rich man is married, he will definitely not work as hard as this person anyway.

Jiang Yun's hard work was seen by everyone present, as dazzling as his talent.

He is always the first to arrive and the last to leave. He never plays big names, and is very kind to the little famous models. He is very cooperative with every job and adjustment. In fact, he even undertook Partial design assistant job, which also makes him seem busier.

"It's no wonder this kind of person can succeed," Emily shrugged helplessly, "I hope he can realize his wish as soon as possible, and stop messing around in the modeling circle."

She could see that although this oriental man was very dedicated, he was also very ambitious. It was obvious that he was too tired to stand up for the model rehearsal, and he had to learn everywhere like a sponge, from the planning and operation of the show , The work that the assistants need to do, even such small things as invitations to the media and seating arrangements, he is involved one by one, and the workload is several times that of ordinary models like them.

"This is definitely a potential stock!" Emily couldn't help being moved, "He is good-looking and has a bright future. Such a man is not easy to meet."

The friendship between the plastic sisters has long been completely forgotten by her, and her own happiness is the most important thing.

Emily has always been confident that she is a beautiful woman - although she is not as good as Jiang Yun, at least she has enough femininity.

She told herself that she must take down this man!

Emily analyzed that such an ambitious and energetic man should like a well-behaved and family-friendly girlfriend, so first of all, she should show her sweet and caring girlfriend temperament to the other party.

During the break, she carried the desserts and milk tea bought from a famous shop nearby—she had noticed that Jiang Yun liked sweets very much—the hunt of love began by impressing a man’s stomach.

At this time, this workaholic should still be in the lighting and sound control room. It is a secluded place with few people, and it is most suitable for a relationship between a man and a woman.

Emily tidied up her clothes and hairstyle, showed a sweet smile, and gently pushed open the small door of the control room...

what did she see? !

The future boyfriend she fancy is being pressed and kissed by another oriental man!

That ambitious and energetic potential stock is like a helpless lamb at this time, showing its weak neck and letting others slaughter it.

Emily felt upside down for a while.

She backed away quietly, closed the door quietly, and looked sadly at the dessert and milk tea that she coveted for a long time but dared not touch.

Sure enough, in the model circle, all good men are slept by men!

She was filled with grief and indignation, and finally couldn't help but take a few sips of milk tea.

The silky and fragrant liquid very well soothed the grief of her broken love, but... she just ate more than 30 calories, and it took 10 minutes of exercise to consume it... Thinking about it this way makes me even sadder up.

Men are a bunch of scourges!Emily thought angrily.

"Someone..." Jiang Yun heard the voice vaguely, and tried hard to raise his head to look at the door.

Because of work, they haven't been together for several days. This time, Yan Mo came to find him secretly, and dragged Jiang Yun into the small dark room as soon as they met.

The only thing in Yan Mo's mind right now is to take some sweetness back for his emptiness these past few days.

"No...at least lock the door." Jiang Yun begged.

At the end of the speech, he quickly put down the latch with his backhand, and came to hug Jiang Yun again, but when he hugged him, his movements slowed down.

Jiang Yun was originally thin, but now, his spine is clearly highlighted, and his waist is so thin that he can grasp it with a handful.

"You are too tired, you have to learn to rest reasonably." Yan Mo said to him.

Jiang Yun just smiled at him, hooked his hands, and put those worries at the end of the words directly in his lips.

"Now, it's not the time to talk about this..." He said softly in an angry voice.

Apart from the occasional indulgence, Jiang Yun is still that superman-like workaholic. He is the most glamorous model on the catwalk. Every fixed point and every look is impeccable. He is also the busiest person in the audience. I was busy in the early morning until the early morning, and I was still full of energy without any signs of fatigue.

At the end of the sentence, there was nothing he could do, he could only press down on him to rest as much as possible.

"You are still young, and there will be many similar opportunities in the future, but if your body collapses, you will lose everything." Every time Jiang Yun said this at the end of the sentence, Jiang Yun didn't say anything, just looked at him and smiled.

On the surface, this young man is as gentle as water, but in fact, he is like watering steel bars in his bones.

Jiang Yun is not tired, but there is always a voice in his mind, urging him to move forward desperately.

The more affectionate his relationship with Yan Mo is, the tighter the string will be.

He wants to become even better, so good that he can stand beside Yan Mo in an upright manner without falling behind.

Jiang Yun knew that he was still a long way from this goal.

Yan Mo is now stopping and waiting for him, but he knows that it is impossible for Yan Mo to stop there forever.

"My time is getting less and less." In the dead of night, Jiang Yun clung to Yan Mo's side and whispered to him, "But if you don't work hard, how do you know if you can do it?"

He has been like this since he was a child. If he wants something, he will do his best to grab it.

Enough talent plus doubled hard work finally paid off.

In this season's Paris Fashion Week, Jiang Yun became the most dazzling existence, amazed countless professionals.

A year ago, in Alessandro's fashion show, he was just a glimpse. Although it caused a sensation for a while, it soon fell silent.

This time, Jiang Yun participated in five fashion shows in a row, all of which were well-known designers and well-known brands in the industry. The momentum was even bigger, and the attention they received was far more than last year.

In Guy's show, he was like an angel who fell into the abyss briefly, returning to the peak step by step with glory.

On the menswear show, he sometimes looks like a king surrounded by him, proudly inspecting the country he rules, and sometimes he looks like an elven prince ignorant of the world, who needs the careful care of his knights.

Every collaborator highly praised his professionalism, and Jiang Yun has also successfully gained countless recognition in the industry and contacts needed for subsequent development.

At the same time, his fan club has gradually grown, and more and more people have begun to pay attention to this newly rising oriental model.

However, many people started to pay attention to him, starting from researching whether he is a man or a woman. Therefore, his fans are both male and female, and the ratio is quite even.

Some call Jiang Yun her husband, and some call her sister. The fan base is quite coordinated. They are usually cute and different. When they meet together by chance, the names are messed up. Don't dislike anyone.

Jiang Yun even received invitations from the film industry and advertising endorsements, but he had no intention of developing in those areas, and his energy was limited, so he declined those temptations with large checks.

This is the case in the fashion industry, celebrities can get almost all the attention and resources, and small models who are not popular sometimes have difficulty making ends meet.

Jiang Yun is currently attending a dinner party, and almost everyone he knows or doesn't know greets him cordially, including bigwigs in the fashion industry, well-known columnists, and famous directors and screenwriters in the film and television industry.The connection between these circles is much closer than outsiders imagined, but if you don't stand at a certain height, you can only see a vague shadow.

And once you gain a firm foothold in this circle, your network will naturally expand, and many things will become much easier to handle.

After declining several job invitations and negotiating two business cooperations by the way, Jiang Yun left drunkenly.

He didn't know how to drink, and his alcohol capacity was also poor. He only sipped a small glass of red wine just now, and he felt dizzy and weak all over.

After going out, he felt a little more sober when he was blown by the cold wind.

Jiang Yun just sat on the steps of the door in a daze. The night in Paris is notoriously colorful. The stars in the sky are all robbed of their brilliance by the lights on the ground. The originally dark sky looks like a halo of neon lights.

He just stared stupidly at the blue sky.

Marshall also followed out at some point, and sat directly next to Jiang Yun: "You don't drink very well."

"Who said that?" Jiang Yun's face was slightly drunk, but his mouth was still stiff: "I just don't like that taste."

Marshall just laughed: "Your recent performance has been amazing, do you really not consider staying here for development?"

Jiang Yun shook his head: "The next time I come here, I will conquer Paris with my work."

"A great wish, I hope to cooperate with you at that time." Marshall stretched out his paw, and wiped the oil a little, "You really don't consider me? Yan is not a good lover."

"For me, he is the best." Jiang Yun smiled.

Alcohol had almost ruined his brain, and his speech became extraordinarily straightforward, so honest...very cute.

Marshall sighed regretfully.

"By the way, you have to be careful recently, someone has taken a fancy to you...but there is an end to it, it's not a big problem." He suddenly reminded Jiang Yun.

"What?" Jiang Yun wanted to ask again, but Marshall had already left.

This is not at all like his original playboy style.

Jiang Yun shook his head in a daze, and didn't take his words to heart.

His head was even more dizzy, so he put his hands directly on the ground, the rough surface of the steps was a little bit rough, and the pain finally made him wake up a little bit.

Then, he saw the end of the words.

His tall, thin and handsome lover seemed to come by moonlight, and he had been waiting here for a long, long time.

The energy that Jiang Yun had propped up was exhausted in an instant.

He first raised one hand, waved vigorously at Yan Mo, smiled foolishly, smiled, then tilted to the ground, and then continued to laugh.

"Why are you drinking?" Yan Mo hurried over to help him up.

"I... didn't drink it," the little drunk shook his head in denial very seriously, and hiccupped a little by the way, "I just sniffed it."

"In this kind of occasion, it's better not to drink alcohol." At the end of the sentence, he sighed, even though he knew that the drunk man couldn't listen to anything, he still couldn't help but say it.

Jiang Yun's cheeks were flushed, and he nodded obediently to Yan Mo.

Yan Mo really wanted to rub this kid away in his palm.

He originally wanted to support Jiang Yun, but found that he was already hanging on his body like soft noodles, so he simply carried him on his back.

Jiang Yun leaned on Yan Mo's back, giggling.

"What are you laughing at?" Yan Mo asked him.

"I'll tell you a...secret," Jiang Yun whispered to Yan Mo's ear mysteriously, "I'm famous!"

The end of the sentence is funny: "Well, congratulations."

"It turns out that becoming famous is so easy," Jiang Yun continued to mutter to him, "Why was it so difficult before?"

At the end of the speech, he paused: "What were you like before...?"

Jiang Yun tilted his head and thought hard: "It used to be... so difficult! But then I met you."

He laughed again, smiling, but with a crying voice.

Yan Mo just walked to his car, put Jiang Yun down, and coaxed him: "It's time for us to get in the car."

Jiang Yun was still laughing, and went to grab Yanmo again: "Don't keep moving, I can't see you clearly anymore, let me take a good look at you..."

Yan Mo comforted the little drunk helplessly: "Okay, I won't move, you get in the car first."

Jiang Yun glanced at Yan Mo's car drunkenly, and shook his head: "No, I don't like cars, I want to walk back by myself."

Then he pushed Yan Mo, staggered and found a random direction to walk forward.

After walking a few steps, Jiang Yun was caught by Yan Mo again. He struggled unsuccessfully, squatted on the spot for a long time without moving, then suddenly turned his head and stared at Yan Mo: "Why are you here, are you here to see me off?"

At the end of the sentence, I was taken aback.

"You... are late," he raised his hand laboriously, pointing his finger at Yan Mo's chest, "I've been dead for a long time, why do you think of coming to see me now?"

Jiang Yun raised his head high again, and looked at the sky, but his head was too heavy, and he tilted his head back, almost hitting the ground, but was caught by Yan Mo again.

He remained motionless, still looking at the sky: "It's been a long time..."

At the end of the speech, he held Jiang Yun in his arms, unable to utter a word.

Jiang Yun burped very delicately, and then rolled his head in Yanmo's arms wantonly: "I have something that I have always wanted to tell you, but I just can't wait for you."

"What?" The voice at the end of the sentence was hoarse.

"Goodbye!" Jiang Yun's emotions rose again, "I want to say goodbye to you!"

He shook his body again and began to sing: "Oh my friend, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye~~~"

In this noisy background sound, Yan Mo hugged Jiang Yun who was already drunk and sang loudly: "We will not see each other again, I am here, I will take you home, and we will meet again later." I won't let you wait for me."

Jiang Yun suddenly became quiet.

His eyes were tightly closed, his limbs were motionless, and he lay obediently on Yan Mo's body.

Yan Mo thought he was asleep, so he gently put Jiang Yun in the car, and then turned to drive on the other side.

"Liar." A whisper in sleep, the voice was soft and fast, and it disappeared in a flash in the gentle Parisian night.