September 15, 2023, sunny, 19~29°C.

In the morning, I was on the ridge of the field, surrounded by layers of terraced fields, with rice ears hanging low, and the air was filled with the smell of moist soil and the faint smell of smoke from cooking.

Qiuqiu ran forward along the road.

The sound of chickens crowing and dogs crowing in the distance, mixed with homely whispers in dialects.

"What girl, what rice should I cook today?" "The corn buns are steamed!"

The familiar village was right in front of her, but she couldn't escape.

An anxious expression appeared on her face, and sweat fell "smacking" with a "smacking" sound.

The familiar scene quickly became weird.

The originally golden rice fields gradually faded and turned gray and white, like the scenery in old photos that lost its vitality.

At this moment, a hunched figure slowly walked from the path in the fields, with silver hair and wrinkles on his face.

Wearing a white-washed blue cloth shirt, holding a bamboo basket in his hand, filled with freshly picked red peppers.

"Mother-in-law! Mother-in-law!"

Grandma didn't look back, but just continued to move forward.

Qiuqiu wanted to shout loudly, but the sound stuck in his throat and only made hoarse sounds.

"Shake aloof" footsteps were rapid, but she felt as if she was stepping on the clouds, and the land under her feet was getting softer and softer, and every step was as if it was trapped in a swamp and it was difficult to pull out.

Looking down, the rice fields had turned into muddy puddles, reflecting the broken sky.

Suddenly, grandma stopped and turned around.

Her face was still kind, but she had an indescribable fatigue and sorrow.

"Qiuqiu," her voice dragged on and on, with a heavy voice, "Why didn't you get the money back? I can't wait--"

Before she finished speaking, her body began to disintegrate, turning into countless tiny dust, blown away by the wind in the air.

Qiuqiu reached out to grab something, but only touched a cold wet feeling.

It was early in the morning, it was not dawn.

In the dark bedroom.

Qiuqiu suddenly sat up, his hands full of cold tears.

A low voice sounded in the room.

She covered her cheeks with her hands, curled up and leaned against the head of the bed, her body trembling slightly.

The sky outside the window gradually became brighter.

Wiping away the tears, Qiuqiu lifted the quilt and stood up, but her legs became slightly weak because of the running in her dream just now.

After looking at the time, Qiuqiu changed into a sweatshirt and trousers, walked out of the bedroom with a blank expression.

This senior sister hasn't gotten up yet, and the living room is a little dim and scary.

Qiuqiu took a deep breath and opened the balcony curtains. The morning light immediately poured in, carrying a hint of fresh air unique to early autumn.

She sat quietly on the sofa, watching the sky outside the window getting brighter and brighter.

Then I changed into sports shoes and took the elevator to the first floor.

Put on Bluetooth headphones and play music.

Su Yu's singing began to wrap her up, and her mood gradually calmed down.

Qiuqiu put his hands into the pocket of the sweatshirt, lowered his head, and walked slowly outside the community.

When I came to the street, the surroundings became lively in an instant.

The traffic passing by, the passers-by in the morning exercise, the fragrance of fried dough sticks is running as usual, but for her, all this seems to be separated by a transparent barrier,

It's never integrated into it.

She is actually a very timid person.

Afraid of the dark, insects, and thunder and lightning.

And often have nightmares.

This is also one of the reasons why she mustered up the courage to take the initiative to find her senior sister Gao Mengting to share the lease.

Otherwise, with her personality, the best choice is to be alone, and it can also avoid negative energy affecting others.

She has no goals for life.

After listening to 5 songs, Qiuqiu bought some breakfast on the roadside and returned to the rental house.

Put breakfast on the dining table.

The door of the master bedroom just opened, and Gao Mengting walked out while yawning.

"Hello, good morning, QQ." Her voice was filled with warmth and teasing.

Since Tang Song started calling her QQ, Gao Mengting and some other colleagues who were familiar with each other began to call her nickname.

Cheng Qiuqiu whispered: "Good morning for senior sister, breakfast is still hot, let's have it together."

"Thank you, wait for me." Gao Mengting finished speaking and got into the bathroom.

Go to the toilet and wash your hands.

Soon, the two sat face to face at the dining table.

Gao Mengting asked while eating fried dough sticks: "How much is it? I'll transfer you."

Cheng Qiuqiu shook his head quickly and said seriously, "No, you always drive me to take me, just treat it as money for gas. "Uh - okay, I won't go with you anymore."

Knowing Cheng Qiuqiu's personality, Gao Mengting didn't say anything else.

After breakfast, wash and put on makeup.

The two of them went downstairs with their bags.

Just arrived downstairs, the Mercedes-Benz E300L headlights parked in front were flashing, and the vehicle was unlocked.

"Get into the car!" Gao Mengting snapped her fingers in a sensation and blinked at the big-breasted junior girl.

Cheng Qiuqiu covered her mouth and chuckled, opened the car door and got on the co-pilot.

The car was filled with a faint perfume smell, mixed with the smell of leather seats.

Gao Mengting skillfully started the car, slowly drove out of the community, and merged into the traffic flow in the morning.

Cheng Qiuqiu looked at the sunshine and talked about her driving experience with enthusiasm. The gloom in her heart gradually dissipated a little.

"Good morning."

"morning."

After saying hello to his colleagues, Cheng Qiuqiu sat down in the seat.

I packed up my things, turned on my computer, and started working.

This time she was not in a hurry to redesign the brand L0G0, standard colors, auxiliary graphics, etc.

Instead, I carefully read the situation about the IP "He Yiyi", including the brand values ​​conveyed.

Development history, brand positioning and target audience of important events, etc.

The art director of Nebula International Group seemed to have a thorn in her heart.

She didn't want to disappoint Tang Song and her senior sister, but also wanted to prove her value at work.

He Yizhiyi’s broadcast room currently accounts for 67% of Songmei Clothing sales, which is the absolute main force of the company.

The average broadcast is 5 days a week, 4 hours a day, and the number of viewers per game is stable at 700,000+.

The age is concentrated between 25 and 35 years old, mainly for working women and freelancers.

The average customer unit price is between 200 and 500 yuan.

Have a certain consumption capacity, pursue cost-effectiveness, and also pay attention to design and quality.

The more Cheng Qiuqiu looked at it, the more he could feel the importance of his job.

The visual recognition system she made is not only a logo and font, but also affects subsequent clothing development and live broadcast room layout.

I just switched to jobs from inspiration design before, and I also paid more than 10,000 yuan.

Cheng Qiuqiu has an immature student mentality and can't wait to prove himself. She also uses C4D for L0G0

The animation was created and the design focused on showing off skills.

Now that I think about it carefully, the art director of Nebula International Group is right.

She is inexperienced and is really too eager to succeed.

Cheng Qiuqiu bit his lip, feeling a little scared and blamed himself.

Look at the time.
To be continued...