give you a soft spot

There were not many expected missed calls on the mobile phone, so I couldn't help but suspect that my sense of existence was too low, and no one noticed that I didn't go to the set.

The constant WeChat notification tone cannot reveal the location of the mobile phone that is randomly placed.After staying silent, I looked at my desktop with too many things and sighed, it was indeed a bit messy.

But I don't want to clean up.Einstein said that if a cluttered desk means a cluttered mind, what does an empty desk mean.

I don't want my mind to be empty, so I want to forcefully retain what geniuses have in common: a messy desktop.

Immediately afterwards, I heard the QQ notification sound on my laptop. It was Yunshang Xigua, whose online name was the person in charge of an online store I had never met.

Yunshang Watermelon came to press for the manuscript, and came to QQ after the WeChat bombing.I have ordered five sets of new clothing styles for his store in winter, and there are still two coats missing when they are due.I quickly searched for the finalized electronic draft of the drawings, and sent them along with the selection of fabrics and sales expectations.

Watermelon on the Cloud: I’ve been very busy recently, you never had to rush me before.

Me: Sorry, I wanted to send it to you last night, but I was too busy and forgot.

Watermelon on the Cloud: I will ask the garment factory to make sample clothes according to your drawings, and I will contact you if I have any questions.

How many people can really become famous after learning our major?Occasionally, most of them in the same department who peeped through the screen in the WeChat group finally gave up the clothing design they once loved to find the answer.After graduation, reality slapped me more and more with practical actions, saying that some dreams should not continue.So wise people abandon their regrets and choose survival of the fittest, and they quickly learn how to live in the world and make great strides forward.

Maybe I'm not smart enough, I'm still wandering aimlessly while holding on to the dream that keeps my blood pumping and youthful.My stubbornness is too much like my mother who lost her husband before her son got married but refused to remarry for many years.

At the current job position, I realized that the history of Chinese and foreign clothing, the history of Chinese national clothing, the technology of clothing modeling, the basics of clothing and apparel design, the techniques of fashion painting, hair and makeup, ergonomics, clothing material technology, and clothing Introduction, costume aesthetics, blah blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

I also questioned whether it was right for me to insist on working with clothing.But how can you know if it's right until the end.So whenever I see that other people who have changed their careers are doing well, but I have to design popular clothes for small shops and struggle to make ends meet after exhausting work, I discuss myself and persevere. Maybe it will work out, but it would be too fucked to leave regrets.

Blindly optimistic optimism really helped, and I rushed to the set with a constant toothache and boundless motivation.The strong wind rolled down the rainbag, making the umbrella useless, and it slowed down the speed of travel if it was supported.Flying all the way to the set, Xiaoyou was surprised, she said, didn't you ask for leave today.

As for why I asked for leave but I didn't know, a staff member on the side gave the answer: "Brother Zhuo and the drama manager asked for leave for you."

So before I went to settle accounts with Sun Ji who locked me in the clothing room, I first went out to see Xi Zhuo who was filming outdoors in the rain more than ten meters away.

It happened to be a show in the rain, but artificial rainfall was omitted. It should be said that it was a blessing in disguise.After getting closer and hearing the affectionate dialogue between the man and woman embracing each other, I realized that Xi Zhuo's role was almost over.

Why did he ask for leave for me?I couldn't understand through the rain curtain how his busy public figure would be willing to deal with my small problem.

In time for the break, I went over and handed him a bottle of water to the director who was listening carefully to the play.He habitually took the water and unscrewed it to drink, the raindrops from his hair dripped onto the script in his hand.When the director walked away, he sat down and glanced at me. The light of surprise flashed through his deep eyes, and disappeared in a second.He smiled: "You are here."

I squatted on the ground and stated with my head sideways: "Brother Zhuo helped me ask for leave."

He took another sip of water: "Seeing that you didn't come, I just said casually, you stayed too late last night, and you have a toothache again."

"Thanks……"

"Don't thank me," he interrupted me with a smile, "Thank you so many times."

Noisy staff passing by, and the noise of heavy rain, Xiaoyou called me several times before I heard it.I stood up and ran back: "What's wrong?"

"Change clothes!"

As I walked in, I asked, "Which room? Which actor, how many scenes."

Xiaoyou sneered: "What, I asked you to change your costume. It's not a good day to be short of group performances. Just now, the assistant director went to the backstage to shout, saying that everyone who can be on is changed into a costume."

It is not uncommon in the crew that the group performances are not enough for the staff.I have always obeyed the organization's arrangements, but this time I still hesitated. I said that my right cheek was too swollen and affected my image.

I didn't expect to say that I really didn't show my face. We were all passers-by with umbrellas in the rain, and we ran through the stagnant water several times.The cold rain patted on the body, and after the scene, a group of people rolled back to their posts without even wiping their faces, and they all wanted to work together to get out of the show while the rain didn't stop.

Xiaoyou took out the clothes and handed them to me with emotion, "Thank you for coming, otherwise I would have been too busy. Sister Cindy took He Xiu to fly to Paris. The boy I was assigned to is very bored and timid, which really delayed things."

While I was listening to Xiaoyou's chatter, Xi Zhuo pushed the door open and came in. He threw off the shoes on his feet when he entered the room, and his bare feet stepped on the floor with a series of increasingly shallow wet footprints.

Seeing that it wasn't the leading actress who came in, Xiaoyou hurried out with her things, and asked me in a low voice if I could be alone before leaving.

If there is anything wrong, I smiled and gestured for a dry towel after she closed the door.

Xi Zhuo's white shirt was soaked in rainwater, and the masculine lines outlined by the close-fitting fabric were healthy. While he was wiping his hair, I raised my hands to help him wipe the water from his neck.He looked at the clothes on the side table and asked, "Which one should I change to?"

I said the makeup remains the same, the same as yours, only dry.

After hearing this, he started to unbutton the button, and his falling hand just hit my hand holding the towel, and the towel fell off.The two palms I used to stop the falling towel were directly stuck on his chest muscles together with my eyes.Through the warm cotton material, I can clearly feel my heartbeat on his skin.

I didn't move, he didn't move, and the towel fell on the ground between us.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

I think if I play one, two, three wooden figures, I will definitely win, because he moved first.I thought he was here to move my hands away, but unexpectedly he covered mine with his hands, smiling a little bit to be beaten.

He said, why are your hands so cold.