She originally wanted to wait until graduation and work part-time as an apprentice in some small private companies, but she never expected that she would have such an opportunity as soon as she returned to China.
Eager to give it a try, she turned on her computer, pulled out her old design drawings, and wanted to send them to that e-mail address.
However, I don’t know why, but I feel that the previous design drawings are completely unsatisfactory.
She looked at the design of the brand called [Angel Dream]. The design said this: We require people to wear clothes, not clothes to wear people. Therefore, no matter how beautiful the clothes are, they cannot be divorced from reality.
It must be designed according to ergonomics, but it does not just have the function of keeping out the cold and keeping warm.
We hope that each piece of clothing is like a dream, allowing the wearer to feel the heavy happiness of realizing his or her dream.
These simple words seemed to inspire Huanyan's heart.
Yes, dream...
She has a dream. Although her body is imprisoned and played with now, her dream will not die...
When she gets money, she will leave here and become a small fashion designer. Even if there is no money, it will be her dream life!
She opened her box, found her brushes and drawings, lowered her head, and wrote hard at her desk.
Yes, a dream, she always felt that for women, clothes are dreams!
Different clothes can outline different people's personalities, and no matter how hard a person hides it, his inner self will always be reflected through the clothes he wears.
It's like she herself will always only choose between black and white, because her heart seems to be always shrinking in a shell.
She didn't dare to break through herself, she didn't dare to surpass her sister.
However, she hopes that other girls can satisfy their dreams in the colorful clothes, satisfy their dreams of being loved, being gentle, and finding the person they are destined to be.
Her brush strokes are full of colors, pink, like the cherry blossoms in spring, blue, like a clear autumn day, like the sky that has just been washed, gold, like golden fallen leaves, beating against life.
The passion, whiteness, is not blank, but alive.
Xie Ma urged her to eat several times, but she ignored her and responded slowly: "It's coming!"
But he was still painting there.
When she does something she likes, she will concentrate on it and forget about time.
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It wasn't until she felt pain in her shoulders that she raised her head and saw that it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.
It's so late, I'm so lucky today, no evil mother-in-law or disobedient stepdaughter came.
Since when did such a simple request become a luxury?
Xie Ma finally couldn't help it, walked over to take a look, and saw a set of beautiful clothes drawn by her pen, which were lifelike.
I couldn't help but admire: "Young lady, I didn't expect you to draw so well!"
"Yeah, I've learned it before!" Huanyan responded vaguely. She knew that Xie's mother was quite shrewd at heart and didn't want her to be suspicious.
"Oh! Then, young lady, when will you draw a picture and frame it on the wall? Mr. Situ will be very happy if he sees it!"
"Oh, no need!" Huanyan gave a soft, helpless smile: "Chenjue already has many world-famous paintings here. These famous paintings are treasures in the history of art, but they are placed here, and maybe there are no paintings all year round.
How many times do people look at them?"
This chapter has been completed!