"Wait a minute." Sage followed Zixuan out of the ward. He clenched his fists and finally couldn't help calling him out.
Zixuan paused, turned around and looked at him with confusion, "Is something wrong?"
He was very sure that he didn't know Xiao Ying's second brother, but why did this man look at him very strangely from the beginning? Although he might think he was hiding it well, but for a man who was used to observing his opponents in the mall,
Humanly speaking, he is still too young.
"Ten years ago, why did you suddenly disappear?" Sage pursed his lips, a little anger igniting in his eyes. "At that time, almost everyone regarded you as a legend, were proud of you, and wanted to keep up.
Your footsteps, why did you disappear suddenly?"
Zixuan was confused for a while, and then he roughly understood what he was talking about. Maybe he should have known him ten years ago, not Qiu Zixuan, but the guy named Harry. He lowered his head and smiled softly, with a smile on his lips.
Infinite expansion, no one has mentioned this name for many years, and even he himself almost forgot it.
"You got everyone's applause, stood at the top, and won the highest award. You easily got things that many people couldn't get after spending their entire lives." Sage clenched his fists, suppressing his inner emotions.
Angry, "But why did you give up so easily?"
Ten years ago, Sage studied in France. He liked fashion design and dreamed of being a designer. Although he was the second son of the Elger family, he had worked hard for himself, and his grandfather also promised him that as long as he got a
A design award, as long as his work is recognized, he is allowed to get involved in design. This is a concession from his grandfather, and it is also his only chance to realize his dream. However, Harry gave his work a four-word evaluation, "Mediocre", just because
According to his evaluation, he finally missed out on his dream. He knew that he was not a talented person, not the kind of designer who could gush out countless inspirations at any time. He also knew that his work was not outstanding, so he was willing to admit defeat.
, he also admitted that Zixuan’s evaluation was very pertinent.
What Sage couldn't accept was that the talented designer known as the "genius in the design world" actually disappeared at the peak of his career, leaving the brand he built to his partners and giving up everything he had in this field.
Discarding, as if treating design as a game, throwing it away when you get tired of it. This attitude made Sage very angry. What he regarded as a dream was trampled on by others.
"Many times, we all have choices and give up, don't we?" Zixuan's slightly smiling eyes were always like needles, hiding a bit of ridicule, a bit of teasing, and a bit of indifference. Zixuan turned his head and looked at the ground with a calm expression.
, no emotion could be seen, he rubbed his eyes, seemed a little uncomfortable, and then continued, "At least at that time, there were more important things waiting for me to do, I just gave up on me
It’s something you can give up.”
He likes design and the process of turning hand-drawn drawings into ready-made clothes, but to him, nothing is as important as his mother's happiness. He just gave up on the mother who would rather go hungry than feed him.
It's just something he likes. He doesn't think it's a sacrifice, it's just a choice between what's important and what's more important, that's all.
Maybe for Mommy, she thinks that he gave up his favorite design in order to fulfill her happiness, but in fact it is not the case. Everyone always likes things that they are good at and talented in, and he is no exception, because
He has a talent for design, so he likes design more. In fact, he also likes the business world.
He likes the sense of control that comes from playing with everything by clapping, and the sense of satisfaction that turns a few numbers into a bunch of numbers. The only difference is that he is too tired. After ten years of running around, he has lost the ability to grasp this knowledge.
If Xiang's love for things he once liked was just for fun, he should still like the business world.
"I just hate your casual personality. What qualifications does a self-righteous person like you have to get the applause and admiration of others?" Sage showed disdain and contempt, with obvious fire in his dark eyes, ready to move.
Zixuan sighed. He had always been curious about why all the people who hated him thought he was a self-righteous and willful person. They didn't understand him, but they casually made conclusions about him, thinking that he was always easy.
He got something, but he was obviously the hardest working one, so why did everyone ignore his efforts?
This feeling is indeed a bit frustrating.
“When I was working as a designer, I could recite the lives of all first-class designers, the styles, materials, features of all their classic works, and even the stories of their creations; you can take out any
I can recognize any design work at a glance as long as it has appeared in Paris, Milan, London or New York Fashion Week; our design draft was plagiarized, and I once stayed up for three days in a row to post it
A new series was launched on the same day, which even surpassed the previous designs; in order to find out the market trends, I traveled to many cities, asked many experienced tailors, and learned many details that could not be learned in fashion schools."
Zixuan looked at Sage quietly. He actually didn't want to tell him these things. After all, it was his own business. But seeing the fire in Sage's eyes, he suddenly remembered that he had been so persistent many years ago.
Pass.
Sage's eyes widened in surprise. Perhaps this proud fox would never have imagined that his former idol had worked so hard.
"Do you know why I am successful? Most people who engage in design do not understand sales, so they position themselves as a high-end artist and frame themselves in a self-affirming position. But I am not, I am both a
As a designer, I am also a seller. I know what kind of works are most marketable.
"My design is not just a work, it is a commodity with both artistic and commercial value. Clothing is not hung in the window, but worn on people's bodies." Zixuan looked at it intently.
Looking at Sage, he calmly said the last sentence, "I can say that I am the hardest working designer among all designers."
Sage's mouth moved, but he could not speak. His eyes were full of surprise and astonishment, and his originally angry green face was completely frozen, as if he had been airdropped into another world in an instant.
Zixuan turned around, said in a deep voice, "No one has the right to criticize me for not working hard," and walked away.
Sai Qi, who was standing on the spot, could not regain his consciousness for a long time. Looking at Zixuan's disappearing back, there was only a noisy roar and lingering sound in his ears.