She originally wanted to wait until she graduated and work in some small private companies and become an apprentice, but she didn't expect that she would have such an opportunity as soon as she returned to China.
She was eager to try, turned on the computer, took out her previous design drawings, and wanted to send them to the email address.
However, for some reason, I felt that the previous design drawings were completely unsatisfied with.
She looked at the design of the brand called "Angel Dream". The design said: We require people to wear clothes, not clothes to wear people, so no matter how beautiful the clothes are, they cannot be separated from reality.
It must be designed according to ergonomics, but it is not just a function of keeping warm.
We hope that every piece of clothing is like a dream, which can make the person wearing it feel the heavy sense of happiness that his dream is realized.
These simple words made Huanyan’s heart seem to have inspiration.
Yes, dream...
She has dreams, although her body is now imprisoned and played with, her dreams will not die...
When she gets the money, she will leave here and be a little fashion designer. Even if she doesn’t have much money, it is her dream life!
She opened her box, found her brushes and drawings, lowered her head, and wrote at her desk with her pen and writing.
Yes, dreams, she always feels that for women, clothes are dreams!
Different clothes can outline the personalities of different people, and no matter how much everyone hides it, they will always react through the clothes he is wearing.
It’s like herself, she will always only choose black and white, because her heart seems to be in a shell forever.
She dared not break through herself, she dared not surpass her sister.
However, she hopes that other girls can satisfy their dreams in the colorful colorful clothes, satisfy their love and tenderness, and find the dreams that are destined to be that person.
Her pen sprinkles colors, pink, like the cherry blossoms in spring, blue, like the clear autumn, like the sky that has just been washed, golden, like golden leaves, pounding for life
The passion, white, is not blank, but life.
Xie's mother urged her to have a meal several times, but she turned a blind eye and slowly responded: "It's here!"
But he was still there to paint.
When she does what she likes, she will concentrate and forget about time.
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It was not until she felt her shoulder soreness that she raised her head and looked at it. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon.
It's so late, I'm so lucky today. No matter how bad my mother-in-law or disobedient stepdaughter came.
When did such a simple request become a luxury?
Xie Ma finally couldn't help it, and walked over to look at it. When she saw her pen was painted with a beautiful set of clothes, which were lifelike.
I couldn't help but exclaim: "Grandma, I didn't expect you to paint so well!"
"Yes, I learned it before!" Huanyan responded vaguely. She knew that Xie's mother was also very smart and didn't want her to doubt it.
"Oh! Then, grandma, when will you draw a painting and frame it on the wall? If Mr. Situ sees it, he will definitely be very happy!"
"Oh, that's not necessary!" Huanyan smiled softly and helplessly: "Chenjue has already many famous paintings in the world. These famous paintings are treasures in the history of art, but they are placed here, and maybe not in the whole year.