My rival confessed to me

"Isn't everyone here yet? Hurry up, the makeup artist hastened to make up the models. We don't have much time. Are the clothes and shoes complete? Stephana! Annie! Fox! Everyone come to me to count the number, We must ensure that everything is perfect! This show must be [-]% perfect, and there will be absolutely no mistakes, you know?"

After the show, the models were like human-shaped booths, allowing designers and assistants to put on them one by one, shoes, clothes, various fabrics, and a wide variety of cosmetics, piled up on every A table that can be seen by the eyes, countless voices come and go, the chaos seems to be like a vegetable market in Huaguo, but there is a sense of order in the chaos.

The music sounded, and the models waiting at the entrance were quickly pushed into the show.

"You've done a great job."

The sudden sound startled Jiang Miao, she looked back, only to realize that at some point, her mentor Diana had come to her side, looking at her with a smile.

She is a very attractive woman, even though she is over sixty years old, her hair is gray, and time has taken away most of the collagen on her face, but when she smiles, she is still graceful and moving, making people understand why there is a saying It's called: The Undefeated Beauty of Time.

A real beauty can withstand the erosion of time, and after the beauty of the skin fades, she will bloom her true brilliance.

This is Jiang Miao's mentor, a legendary woman who turned from a model to a designer and finally created her own design brand.

"You are one of the most talented of all my students. I don't even have anything to teach you about the aesthetics of clothing. You have to believe that the show you show tonight will definitely conquer every tricky guest. .” Diana was not stingy with her praise, to encourage herself, a relatively timid and reserved student.

Jiang Miao clenched her palms, only to find that they were covered with fine sweat. The drumbeat of the music came, and her heart beat more and more violently with the intense drumbeat, as if it was about to burst out of her chest. When she came out, she felt dizzy like suffocation, and at the same time, an unprecedented sense of pleasure was rising.

She took a deep breath, and the tip of her nose was mixed with the smell of perfume and various cosmetics, as well as sweat and body odor.

The smell is not good, even a bit weird.

But she felt that she smelled a rich fragrance-it was the smell of success.

"I don't know, teacher." She said dizzily, "I just think that I will succeed."

When the model took her hand and walked onto the runway, the roaring applause almost made Jiang Miao's ears temporarily deaf, and countless flashlights were desperately blooming at her. The reporters and media present were seeing her. At that moment, there were countless huge titles twitching in her mind——

"The oriental rose that blooms at Fashion Week brings beauty that amazes the world."

"Diana's close disciple, an angel girl who is more attractive than a model."

"Huaguo Designer Fashion Week is showing off its style, and its appearance is amazing!"

Neither Shen Hui nor Jiang Miao thought that they would reunite in this way.

"This is our designer, Doloria. Her time is very tight, and you only have 10 minutes." The assistant politely introduced the two parties, "This is from a well-known online media in Huaguo. reporter……"

The two women stare at each other.

A strange atmosphere spread in the air.

The assistant stopped speaking belatedly, and saw Jiang Miao, who was known as the ice beauty in the academy, burst into a bright smile, opened her arms, and hugged the woman tightly.

Seeing a familiar person in a foreign country, or a person who provided a lot of help when he was at his worst, Jiang Miao was indeed so excited that she was about to shed tears.

"Oh my god, sister Hui, it's so sudden, I'm so happy to see you, I didn't expect you to come!"

Shen Hui was also very surprised to see Jiang Miao in this place. After Jiang Miao went abroad, she was completely silent, except that Shen Hui sent a red envelope every year on her birthday and during Chinese New Year, and the two of them could chat for a few words. , There is almost no contact at ordinary times.

Even when chatting, Jiang Miao was quite vague about her current situation, so when she was watching a fashion show at Fashion Week and saw that the designer who came out was actually Jiang Miao, Shen Hui was not to mention how surprised she was, so she immediately said after the show. The interview plan was submitted in the name of the media, and with the attitude of giving it a try, it was unexpectedly passed.

Jiang Miao also felt that it was a great coincidence, "Originally the interview was scheduled long ago, but when the assistant came over with the application form you filled out, I thought the font on it was too familiar, and it happened to be the Chinese media, so I agreed. Think of it as a convenience for my compatriots, I didn't expect it to be you...God!"

As she spoke, she began to cry, crying and laughing all over, the assistant was dumbfounded, and brought a tissue box in a daze, Jiang Miao unceremoniously tore one, and said to Shen Hui: "Sister Hui, sit down!" Sit down, I'm so excited!"

The two of them didn't mention the interview any more, and started chatting directly.

Jiang Miao asked, "Sister Hui, why are you here? Is it work?"

Shen Hui shrugged, "Of course not. My work and watching shows are completely irrelevant. Even if I want to write related articles, it's just to take advantage of your Fashion Week. I'm just here for honeymoon with Miao Miao. We The two made an appointment to attend a meaningful event every year, last time it was a film festival, this time we came to the fashion week here."

Jiang Miao showed envious eyes, "You two have such a good relationship."

She seemed to remember something, feeling a little sad.

"How about you now, how is the situation, Chief Designer?"

"Don't laugh at me, Sister Hui, don't you know how many catties I have?" Jiang Miao took a breath, and finally was willing to tell Shen Hui about her life outside the past few years. At the beginning, I planned to stop and go around to relax and heal my emotional injuries. I didn’t expect that when I was in country F, I met my current teacher, Diana. Yes, she was the founder of the luxury brand Diana. At first, she was invited I am going to be her model, because she has recently become obsessed with Huaguo culture, and I hope I can bring her more inspirations related to Huaguo."

"In the process of communicating with Diana, I gradually fell in love with fashion design. Later, with her advice and support, I chose to study again, entered the academy, and formally worshiped under Diana's door and became her student. This is My first show is also the result of two and a half years of preparation, how do you feel, not bad?"

"Very good!" Shen Hui admired from the bottom of her heart, "When I was watching the show, I guessed whether the designer might be a Chinese, because your design style is completely different from that of Westerners. Most of the Western designers' use of Huaguo elements is stacked and pieced together, but you really made me feel the charm of Huaguo for 5000 years. Between the swings of the clothes and skirts, the unique atmosphere of Huaguo came to my face. It’s something that only true Chinese people can do.”

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

Jiang Miao grabbed her hand and thanked her repeatedly, tears falling down uncontrollably.

When she was crying, the corners of her mouth were raised, as if weeping with joy, but also as if she was relieved.

Jiang Miao has a knot in his heart.

She was on the outside, no matter how much affirmation she received, it would be better for Shen Hui, who knew her well, to praise her from the bottom of her heart.

Only in this way will she feel that she is no longer the cowardly and cowardly person she used to be.

Shen Hui remembered what she said back then, patted her arm lightly and said: "Miaomiao, you have done a good job, and now you are no worse than anyone, and you will not be unworthy of anyone .”

In the evening, Jiang Miao invited Zhao Xinmiao and Shen Hui to dinner.

She has an authentic Chinese face and an authentic Chinese stomach. Over the years in foreign countries, she has forcibly honed a good handicraft. She is busy in the kitchen alone. Shen Hui and Zhao Xinmiao are not at all He couldn't do anything to help, so he could only watch her neatly chop vegetables and flip the spoons, put them on plates and turn over the pot.

Zhao Xinmiao and Shen Hui bit their ears, "Why do I think Jiang Miao is getting better and better..."

She and Jiang Miao met before, when Wang Lingyu and Jiang Miao were still together.

Zhao Xinmiao used to think that Jiang Miao was pretty, but at that time, Jiang Miao was just a good-looking person she didn't know very well. Even if she knew that she was Shen Hui's friend, she didn't feel much. She felt a sense of crisis inexplicably.

"It's normal. The more excellent a woman is, the more beautiful she is. Now Jiang Miao is many times better than in the past, and her temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes. Of course, you will think that she is getting more and more beautiful." Shen Hui hugged Zhao Xin Miao's waist, hearing the little jealousy in his lover's tone, smiled lightly and said, "Just like our Mr. Zhao, he is becoming more and more charming now, and I am fascinated."

Zhao Xinmiao patted her, "Slick tongue."

But he couldn't help showing a smug smile on his face.

Shen Hui quickly kissed the corner of her lips.

Zhao Xinmiao instinctively went to look at the kitchen. Seeing that Jiang Miao hadn't noticed the movement in the living room, she turned her head and kissed Shen Hui's lips. Although they had been married for many years, they were still sticky, and their relationship had even grown worse every year. One year would be better, Zhao Xinmiao would have been embarrassed to make such an intimate move with Shen Hui before.

Now in someone else's house, Zhao Xinmiao actually finds it quite exciting.

The little actions of the two of them naturally couldn't escape the eyes of the owner of the house. Looking at the coquettish Zhao Xinmiao and the tolerant Shen Hui, Jiang Miao was in a daze for a moment, then quickly shook her head with a wry smile, picked up the plate and walked out, "Okay Now, it’s time to eat, I didn’t make a few dishes, they are all simple, I hope it suits your appetite.”

"Wow, Immortal craftsmanship, your presentation is too beautiful, don't eat it, let me take a photo!"

Although Zhao Xinmiao was a little nervous and tasteful, when it was time to praise, he still gave out his rainbow fart without hesitation. Jiang Miao's plate arrangement was indeed in place, and the wide-mouthed plate with dark blue edges was full of The brightly colored ingredients, coupled with the seemingly casual but simple and generous table flower arrangement, make every frame under the lens look like a carefully crafted scene.

A rare reunion, still in a foreign country.

Shen Hui and Zhao Xinmiao brought a bottle of red wine and chatted to the climax. The three toasted together with bright smiles on their faces.

……

Jiang Miao finally chose to open the studio in China.

Although there are abundant resources in foreign countries, she is a native of China and her roots are in China.

After returning to China, Jiang Miao's career has developed rapidly, and many celebrities and artists have chosen to cooperate with her.

Her costumes have made the artists overwhelm the crowd again and again, and the artists have also brought wave after wave of enthusiasm to her studio, and countless fans have resolutely entered the pit because of her appearance. Ken's debut, just relying on the millions of followers on her personal Weibo, was able to successfully enter the star-studded stage.

"Ah--Dolores, my God, we managed to get an order from Nicole! She's a Hollywood actress! We're thriving, we're thriving! I can't wait to see us become the top jobs in the world The day of the room!"

The assistant kept screaming, and Jiang Miao pretended to be calm and said: "Don't get excited, don't get excited, calm down."

Then she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

On the way home, Jiang Miao didn't drive, but carried her own handbag, walking briskly like a little girl coming home from school, humming a brisk tune, with an uncontrollable smile on her face.

A hurried urban beauty approached her.

boom--

The bag in Jiang Miao's hand was thrown out suddenly, and all the documents inside flowed out.

"Sorry, sorry—"

Knowing that she was too complacent, Jiang Miao stuck out her tongue, apologized and trotted to pick up her things.

Just as she reached out to the documents on the ground, a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Jiang Miao looked up in surprise, and then saw a familiar face.

That face seemed to have been spoiled by the years, and it seemed that nothing had changed.

There are only a few fine lines in the eyes, and the watery light is faintly trembling.

The man said softly, "Miaomiao."

For a moment, Jiang Miao seemed to go back in time.