After marrying a wealthy family, I just want to start a career[Transmigration Book]

Wang Rong's studio is on the 10th floor of Jinrui, occupying almost half a floor.

Daily office, workshop, sample room, material room, exhibition room...

Everything you need, everything you need.

Ning An made an appointment at ten o'clock in the morning.

He arrived at [-]:[-], and the front desk lady took him very politely to the reception room for a while.

As soon as Ning An entered, he saw a familiar figure sitting on the sofa drinking coffee, it was Zheng Wenze.

He held the coffee in one hand and flipped through the magazine in the other, and was obviously taken aback when he saw Ning An.

Ning An wasn't quite sure if the other party remembered him, after all, there were so many models in the last interview, and he was wearing makeup at the time.

But at that time, Zheng Wenze and the show director had some disputes because of him, so maybe they still remember him.

He greeted respectfully: "Mr. Zheng, hello."

Zheng Wenze's brows were slightly frowned, and it took him a long time to react after saying hello: "Hello."

Out of intuition, Ning An felt that Zheng Wenze probably didn't like him very much, so he sat down a little far away from him.

He wore a simple white T with a round collar, and the thin chain hanging from his neck snaked from the collarbone into the depth of the neckline, making it look a little sexy.

A black leather cord is wrapped around the wrist, and the fashion sense reveals the unique vitality of young people.

He wears rings on the ring finger and middle finger of his left hand.

The ring finger is very conservative, but fortunately, his hands are very good, with thin white and slender fingers, which don't look particularly obtrusive.

The one on the middle finger was much more delicate, delicate and graceful, with a natural arc, and bordered by very small diamonds, which shone with subtle light as he picked up the coffee.

The lower body is denim trousers, and the hem of the T-shirt is loosely tucked into the waist, making the waist appear extremely thin and the legs extremely long.

On the feet are a pair of red and white sneakers, the colors are vivid and flexible, the shoelaces may have been specially designed by him, and the tying method is very special.

He was dressed very simply, but the details were so delicate that even Zheng Wenze couldn't help admiring twice from the bottom of his heart, this man's thoughtfulness was delicate and ingenious.

Ning An did put some thought into it.

In fact, he usually prefers to wear shirts, and he has high requirements. Even if he is at home, he has to iron them so that they are docile and upright.

But today he deliberately wore a T-shirt, not so upright, like a child who is full of trust in front of his predecessors, looking young and casual.

However, the details are very delicate, expressing respect and attention to each other everywhere.

Zheng Wenze didn't know about Wang Rong and Ning An's affairs. For a moment, he was flustered and guessed several possibilities.

But in the end, he still asked: "Is there something wrong with you coming to Wang Rong?"

Just as Ning An was about to answer, Wang Rong had already entered. He was taken aback when he saw Zheng Wenze, raised his eyebrows and asked, "When did you come here?"

Zheng Wenze laughed when he saw him: "I just came here for a while, I see that you are busy, so I didn't bother you."

"But I really don't have time to entertain you today," Wang Rong smiled, and then pointed to Ning An: "I have an appointment with this kid."

Zheng Wenze looked at Wang Rong, hesitant to speak, but finally said nothing, just nodded: "Okay, you are busy with your work, I will go downstairs after a while."

Zheng Wenze's studio is just downstairs of Wang Rong's studio, and he usually has close contacts, so Wang Rong doesn't take it too seriously.

Wang Rong took Ning An into his office.

The two sat down by the rattan table and chairs by the office window, and Ning An took out the materials and works he had brought.

Wang Rong brought two works with him, and Wang Rong handed them to his assistant for ironing, while he picked up Ning An's materials.

From the generation of inspiration to the birth of the work, Ning An recorded everything in that thick stack of papers, and the whole process was very detailed.

It includes several major turning points of thinking and corresponding adjustments, and the abandoned works and related drawings are also included.

After reading it, Wang Rong went back to look at the date again, then frowned and thought for a moment before asking with a smile, "What prompted you to make so many changes in such a short period of time?"

Ning An replied truthfully: "Reading books, reading works, experiencing other people's works, and during the production process, I checked my expression time and time again, and if I found that the expression was wrong, I followed the wrong feeling and went back to find the reason for it. The answer will be found soon.”

Wang Rong didn't expect his answer to be like this, and then asked: "What answer?"

Ning An couldn't speak clearly for a while, he bit his lip and got stuck: "I can't explain clearly."

"It's okay," Wang Rong smiled, "Think about it slowly."

Ning An slowly thought for a while before saying, "I don't speak very well. It's probably a language of the clothing. During the production process, I feel that it has a language."

What he said was very vague, and he couldn't express that feeling very clearly. He thought it was very mysterious, but Wang Rong understood it: "I understand."

Ning An was a little surprised.

Wang Rong smiled: "No wonder I could feel your ability to interpret clothes very well during the last shooting."

The assistant pushed the mannequins over, and the two mannequins were Ning An's works, a black dress with simple cutting and design lines.

Wang Rong looked carefully at this work. From the information provided by Ning An, it can be seen that the original design was very complicated and beautiful like flowers.

However, in the process from the germination of inspiration to the formation of the work, after several major revisions, it gradually became the current appearance.

Although the appearance looks amazing when it is complicated, it is not very practical in terms of comfort and daily life.

In the process of modification step by step, the practicability and comfort are increasing, but each of them is only in a relatively tasteless but unadvisable range.

Until the last version, it is almost completely comfortable. Even though the lines are very simple, because of the repeated adjustment of the version, the temperament is more noble and elegant.

Expressing the ultimate beauty with simple things is actually a manifestation of the improvement of skill.

The other is a men's windbreaker, which has not been fully completed, but the design of the shape and details, from Wang Rong's point of view, has captured the fashion elements of a year later.

He sat down, looked at Ning An with a smile, saw the unconcealable tension in his eyes, and comforted him softly: "You are great, you are making rapid progress, and the comfort of your clothes is very good, and you can do it without affecting the appearance , it’s hard to come by.”

Clothing comfort is exactly what Wang Rong has been pursuing.

In fact, for newcomers, most people may recognize Ning An's first version of the design more.

After all, most young people like to be eye-catching, like to stand out, like to highlight their personality and pursue a sense of presence...

As for the design of the final version, either the upper body or the vision must be very sophisticated, so that the mystery can be seen at a glance.

It is far more low-key than the complicated shape of the first version.

Therefore, at such a young age, Ning An was able to abandon those fancy appearances and capture the true meaning of clothing, which made him very pleased.

And Ning An's next words also made him laugh sincerely: "Actually, many of the things I experienced later came from your works, teacher."

Ning An was actually a little embarrassed when he said it, because such words were a bit like a deliberate flattery.

But he still said that Wang Rong's works really impacted him, and many hazy ideas became clear because of his works.

He was deeply grateful for that, and felt compelled to express his gratitude.

They ate lunch together. The studio has a small kitchen, and a dedicated aunt is in charge of daily shopping and lunch and dinner.

Employees have an independent restaurant, and Wang Rong usually eats in his office.

Wang Rong has always been very amiable, and Ning An knows it.

But probably because the other party is too good and he has too much respect for the other party, he was always a little nervous in previous contacts.

But in today's professional exchanges, he gradually forgot about those things.

He followed Wang Rong's guidance and footsteps to think and comprehend.

Immerse yourself in the vast ocean of knowledge, listen to the experience of the predecessors, and express your own opinions.

Feeling this road, one after another charming but difficult to climb peaks, the challenge and attraction made him yearn for it.

As he became more and more involved, he gradually became relaxed and lively in front of Wang Rong.

Wang Rong respects young people's ideas very much, and will not deny him easily, but will lead him in his own way.

Wang Rong told him many things that he had never thought about before.

He persuaded that the highest state of design is not technology but thinking, and clothing design is actually the art of thinking, and thinking is far more important than technology.

But a truly successful designer must have the strongest technology.

Clothing is not pure art, but it is more complicated than pure art.

Because art can completely relax to express oneself, but clothing often represents the aesthetics of the public. You need to have a keen sense of fashion on the basis of understanding art to capture and distinguish public preferences.

If you want to keep going on this road, you must first learn to let go and then learn to accept, until the end you can freely retract.

……

They talked a lot, and it was already dark when Ning An went out.

Many of Wang Rong's words were things he seldom thought about when he was immersed in it. It sounded like a great truth, but when he thought about it carefully, it really represented the size of a fashion designer.

Only by enlarging the pattern can we lead the trend and lead the fashion, instead of just looking up to others.

Wang Rong finally said, it doesn't matter, you are still very young, you have just entered this school, and you will have a long time to come.

Like a dream, he got what he wanted, and he could justifiably call him a teacher.

The street lamps backed away one by one, and Wang Rong's words seemed to be ringing in his ears: "There are too few opportunities for fashion designers in China. Most brands use foreign design teams, and even some unknown small brands are ignoring them. The hard work and progress of domestic designers, and the use of Korean designers, I hope you can grow well and stand at the top of fashion together with domestic clothing, which is not to be underestimated."

Wang Rong's inspiration is even everywhere.

Just looking sideways out of the window, the green leaves of the ginkgo tree in the distance shone faintly in the sun, so he lowered his head and used a pen to draw a dress made of ginkgo leaves on the paper.

Autumn, golden, warm and intellectual, with graceful beauty.

He said that his teacher, Mr. Brad, saw the rising smoke while cooking breakfast for his wife in the early morning, so he designed skirts that have been popular for more than ten years and turned them into various trousers and suits. A classic of its time.

Wherever thinking goes, inspiration is everywhere.

However, a qualified designer should not only have inspiration, but also have the ability to grasp fashion and trends.

Inspiration is not difficult to find, but the most difficult thing is to perfectly combine inspiration with public aesthetics.

In addition, there must be the ability to transform illusory inspiration into reality.

Practice more, do more, learn more, and after going through very arduous training and hard work, it is possible to enter the fashion circle that is usually seen by the public.

A good designer has decades of skills in every scissors, which is something that those opportunistic people cannot possess.

When you have the thinking, you must also have the technology to match it, and then you are qualified to say that you are a fashion designer.

It’s not the kind of “designer” on the market who just copies everything and thinks that he can be called a designer because he knows how to draw.

……

Just a short day's contact with Wang Rong made Ning'an's thoughts surge, his heart was full of joy, and he was full of yearning for the future.

He was walking in the community wearing Xingyue, and saw Feng Yun's car parked in the parking space from a distance.

He smiled and looked at it for a while, taking the opportunity to calm down his emotions, and then trotted up the stairs briskly.

The lights in the house were on, but no one was there.

He called Feng Yun, and the phone was picked up as soon as it rang: "Hello."

Feng Yun's voice was low and lazy, and he asked: "Is it over?"

"I'm back," Ning An said, "Where are you?"

"Come on the platform." Feng Yun's voice seemed to be a little clearer: "I'm here."

The iron door leading to the platform was half-closed, and Ning An stretched out his hand to push it open. Before he entered, he saw the halo of colorful lights projected on the ground, like colorful stars, all gathered in this sky.

Feng Yun was lying on a swing chair, stone tables, benches and parasols were installed in the corner, and colorful night lights covered the outer wall of his bedroom's side window.

Ning An looked at all this in surprise, while Feng Yun carefully looked at his face, exploring his expression.

It was a face that was full of energy and radiant, and the happiness from the inside out rendered every cell in his body, making that face look like an angel, and the snow-white skin seemed to be shining, so beautiful that people dare not straighten it. See.

"It's so beautiful." He looked up at the flickering lights and sighed softly.

"Yes, it's really beautiful." Feng Yun also sighed softly, then raised his arm to him: "Come here."

Ning An walked over and stood in front of him, looking down at him with a smile.

They looked at each other for a while, Feng Yun said: "Congratulations."

The smile spread across Ning An's face, even his eyebrows and eyes were raised, and he nodded vigorously as if he couldn't help it anymore.

The corners of Feng Yun's lips curled up, and his eyes were bright.

Ning An looked up at the lamp again, raised his arm and pointed to the highest point: "It's so high, how did you get it up?"

He raised his arms high, and the corner of the white T-shirt was raised, revealing a small white waistline.

Feng Yun didn't look at the light, he stretched out his hands to hold his waist, Ning An felt his warm palms on his skin, and couldn't help lowering his eyes to look at him.

"Guess what's the difference between this swing set and the one at home?" Feng Yun looked up at him with a very soft voice.

The colorful lights reflected in those eyes, magnificent and full-bodied.

Ning An looked down, his brain was stiff and numb, he shook his head.

The next moment the world was spinning, and as Feng Yun used his hands hard, he fell into his arms.

Feng Yun picked up his knee with the other hand and lifted him off the ground. He whispered in his ear: "Look, it can bear the weight of the two of us."

Ning An didn't move, and closed his eyes to listen to his heartbeat.

He was so happy today, he also wanted to share and act like a baby, so he just endured it.

At this moment, in the colorful lights, in his warm embrace, in that hoarse and gentle voice, and in his favorite swing chair, he didn't want to move.

"Look," Feng Yun's long legs kicked lightly, and the swing frame started to shake: "This place belongs to the two of us."

Ning An didn't speak, and only breathed softly on Feng Yun's ear, Feng Yun added: "It only belongs to the two of us."

The author has something to say:

This chapter was coded in a very noisy environment, I hope it will not be affected too much.

感谢在2019-11-1215:31:29~2019-11-1315:29:33期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of cactus; 5 bottles of Ah Xing; warehouse keeper, promising future, and 1 bottle of red beans;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!