The country is big, it is good, it is good, it is good!
When tropical rivals come, you can take them to Harbin to turn into ice lanterns. When cold zone rivals come, you can take them to South Island in Shanghai to blow the coconut breeze. They can even practice jet lag. At worst, they can go from Kashgar to Fuyuan in one day without a visa.
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It's just that this time the Chinese Football Association is too embarrassed to drag the Syrian team to Heilongjiang in winter. Of course, it is also afraid of making people anxious and dying together. But in the final analysis, Chinese football is still stronger to some extent. I pay attention to it, but I still feel a little bit.
bottom.
Therefore, the competition was arranged in Kunming.
Wang Ai likes Kunming and has been there many times, but this is Kang Si’s first time. In fact, if she had not wanted to take her to China to celebrate the Spring Festival this time, she could have stayed at home in Milan.
It is a place where spring is like all year round. When you leave the airport lobby, you will see flowers blooming on the green belt outside the door. Caiyun South not only refers to the colorful costumes of local ethnic minorities, but also refers to the colorful natural scenery, even in an ordinary corner outside the airport.
"It's a pity that this trip is too busy, otherwise I should go shopping with you."
After getting into the waiting car and saying hello to the driver, Wang Ai sat by the window and held down Kangsi's head that was about to stick out, so as not to have to stop the car and go down to look for it.
"Ah, where is this?" Kang Si turned her head, and when she couldn't shake Wang Ai away, she sighed and sat down.
"Kunming, the Southwest of China."
"Spain?"
"No, there is a sea to the west of Europe, and a sea to the east of China, so it's probably...Hungary?"
"Ouch!" Kangsi sat down as if she didn't understand. She was quiet for less than three seconds, pointed out the window, and pulled Wang Ai: "Hey, eh, eh, their clothes, clothes!"
Wang Ai turned to look, and saw a group of gorgeous girls lined up, as if they were going to participate in some celebration, but the clothes of ethnic minorities are very distinctive, at least not seen in most Chinese cities, so Kang Si
It's like Alice in Wonderland.
"That's their traditional clothing. It's the Chinese New Year. They dress up to go out. It's similar to a tuxedo or evening dress. They don't usually wear it like this."
"Then have you?"
"No, I am not from the same ethnic group as them."
"Then what nationality are they from?"
This time, Wang Ai asked. Wang Ai knew that ethnic minorities in southwest China like to wear blue jackets and silver ornaments, but they can't tell which one they are.
"What do you want to do?" Wang Ai asked.
"I, I, I want one." Kang Si pointed at the other person's clothes carefully.
"You only have three minutes of passion! Have you forgotten the dress you and I bought when we went to Northeast Africa two years ago? Did you buy it and wear it once?"
When Kang Si mentioned this, she immediately became angry. She grabbed Wang Ai's clothes and said, "How dare you say that? I originally thought the red-bottomed flower with big flowers looked good, but when Big Tiger saw it, he told him that it was sewn with a quilt cover.
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Wang Aiwen was shocked that he really didn't know about this little thing between girls. Frankly speaking, the aesthetics of Northeastern people are indeed passionate and unrestrained, but they are also careless, so that cotton-padded jackets and quilts often match clothes, and no one thinks it is wrong. Today, she is called Kangsi.
Say, it's a bit...
"Okay, okay, let's look somewhere. There should be a store that specializes in selling this kind of clothes."
Wang Ai agreed, but Kangsi hesitated: "Do you think it will look good on me?"
Wang Ai looked at Kang Si's slightly curly light flaxen hair, fair skin, deep-set eye sockets, and brown eyes. She was wearing a blue gown and a silver headdress... She looked like a female ghost! At least she was an ugly foreign woman.
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However, considering that she had just offended Kang Si, Wang Ai did not dare to speak directly, but her hesitant tone still made Kang Si aware of it. The depressed little girl leaned on the back of the chair and murmured: "Farewell, my lovely
Small clothes.”
"Is that what you say?" Wang Ai said funnyly: "There are so many beautiful clothes in the world, how can you fit them all?"
"Why can't I suit them all? I'm beautiful! My beauty is universal!" Kang Si frowned and Wang Ai pursed her lips.
"Why do you have such an impression?" Wang Ai looked at Kang Si, who had never been confident, in shock.
"Because since I was little, I have been chased by boys from all countries and races!" Kangsi raised her chin: "Even in Italy..."
"Huh?" Wang Aila said in a long voice.
"Uh..." Kangsi, who noticed the gaffe, immediately shrank her neck again: "When you compete, someone always talks to me and asks for my phone number..."
Realizing that there was a danger of thieves in his vegetable garden, Wang Ai immediately felt that this matter should be taken seriously: "Actually, you may not be able to wear those clothes, but they are designed for the general appearance of Chinese people. If you want to wear them, you must be suitable for them."
Adjust your characteristics."
As soon as the light of hope appeared in Kangsi's eyes, Wang Ai said: "It's a pity that I don't know how."
Just as Kang Si's eyes dimmed, she heard Wang Ai say again: "But I can find someone who knows."
"Ahhh!" Kangsi went crazy: "If you want to lie to me, I will poison your supper!"
Wang Ai heyed twice: "Give me the phone, no, it's your work phone."
Kang Si took out the phone from her luggage and handed it to Wang Ai angrily. Wang Ai opened the phone book and dialed after a moment: "Sister Xiuyun, you know my assistant, right? Kang Si, a little Greek girl, um, I
She was on her way to the hotel in Kunming. She was attracted to their clothes when there were ethnic minority activities, but I guess wearing them directly might not look that good. Look at the makeup artists and stylists you have there.
Are you interested? Design it for her? I'll pay for the design fee."
Zhang Xiuyun on the other side of the phone automatically blocked the concept of "design fees" and thought for a moment: "Then you send her a few more photos, and then you ask her to go to the local ethnic minority clothing store and take some photos of the ones she likes.
Send it over too. By the way, you have a competition the day after tomorrow, right? Don’t be distracted by this matter, just leave it to me. I guarantee that your assistant will be satisfied."
After hanging up the phone, Wang Ai turned to look at Kangsi: "Okay? Remember next time someone asks for your phone number, don't give it to them!"
Kangsi automatically blocked the next words and asked: "Who did you find?"
"Who else? Someone who makes movies, who are you talking about? Someone who specializes in styling movie actors, who are you talking about?"
"That will cost a lot of money. It will be deducted from my salary!" Kangsi said generously.
Wang Ai squinted: "You have been my assistant for so long, and I didn't hide the company briefing from you. You clearly know that they are employees of my company!"
Just as he was talking, the car stopped. Kang Si got out of the car and was about to run. She asked Wang Ai to stop her: "Wait a minute, I'll find someone to accompany you."
"Didn't you say that China's public security is very good?"
"It's very good." Wang Ai said helplessly: "But, do you know the road?"
