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He Yihan pushed open the door with a rather pious attitude, and then he saw a lot of rags piled up on the shelf on the wall, and there were a few mannequins in the corner, wearing ready-made dresses on them, and beside them were adult mannequins. Heap of dresses.
If He Yihan didn't say that this is a high-end designer's home, people who don't know it might think it's a corner of a small commodity wholesale market.
Looking at this shattered scene, He Yihan's heart ached.
She walked up to the mannequins and saw Wei Feng's latest works, which had been discarded before they were displayed.
At present, the domestic fashion industry is mainly dominated by foreign high-end brands. Even domestic designers with original national styles mostly use complicated and gorgeous styles.
Wei Feng's style is different from anyone else's. His works are simple but have the characteristics of the national style. They don't look nondescript, but they feel a special sense of beauty.
This is Wei Feng's excellent tailoring skills. He integrated some ancient decorative lines into the tailoring, which is generous and beautiful.
What he has done is not to integrate the ancient style with the modern one, but to develop directly on the basis of the ancient ones, and each piece can be called a wonderful couture.
He Yihan knew why everyone didn't buy his account. Everyone's first impression of Guofeng was that it was gorgeous and complicated, and the requirements for haute couture were also the same, but Weifeng's haute couture took the opposite path. All of them are used on the cloth surface. If you look carefully, there are very light dark lines on the cloth surface, and the lines are very shallow.
He Yihan has gone through so many haute couture, no matter whether it is domestic or foreign, big brands or niche, he has never seen such wonderful embroidery, shallow layer, although the pattern is not simple at all, but It does not increase the thickness of the fabric.
Even if it is worn on the body, it is still a thin layer.
After getting Wei Feng's permission, He Yihan chose one of them and put it on.
After changing his clothes, He Yihan slowly walked out of the room.
She dragged the skirt behind her carefully, for fear of being caught by something on the ground that she didn't notice.
Suddenly, the hem of the skirt lightened, and she saw a pair of slender hands gently picking up the gauze on the ground. He Yihan raised his head subconsciously, and saw Wen Wangzhou lowering his head, picking up the hem of the skirt from the ground.
He Yihan paused, and suddenly heard Wei Feng sigh with emotion.
"It's very beautiful! This dress is given to you directly!"
After finishing speaking, Wei Feng took a soft ruler and walked up.
After all, Wen Wangzhou had never passed through this before, and when he saw Wei Feng pinching He Yihan's waist that seemed to be tightly grasped, he raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously not understanding his movements.
Wei Feng saw the look in his eyes and explained: "I'm here to help her measure the size. I need to modify some details."
He Yihan obviously bought haute couture frequently and was very familiar with this process. After Wei Feng helped her measure the size, he turned and went back to the room, took off his clothes again, and handed them to Wei Feng.
"Is it just this one? It seems that my work may be really bad"
When Wei Feng was talking about this, He Yihan sensed the sadness in Wei Feng's voice again, and hurriedly said: "How is it possible, I like your works very much, but a gentleman does not take what others like, I know that for a designer To say that a work is like a child, it is too much for me to take away one piece, how can I take away more?"
Wen Wangzhou was sitting on the sofa next to her, and naturally noticed that He Yihan was a little excited when he spoke, and leaned forward slightly, as if he was afraid that the other party would misunderstand.
He doesn't mind Wei Feng very much now, Wen Wangzhou can clearly feel that what He Yihan has for him is only admiration, not the ambiguous feelings between men and women.
But to Wen Wangzhou's surprise, He Yihan seemed to understand the designer's mind very well. Could it be that he bought too much couture?
Thinking of this, a smile flashed across Wen Wangzhou's eyes, and when he regained consciousness again, he noticed that He Yihan was asking Wei Feng about the fabric.
"The quality of this yarn is too thin, I have never worn such a thin yarn."
She asked curiously: "How did this happen?"
When Wei Feng mentioned the yarn quality, his eyes became more interested.
"I saw it in an ancient book by chance before, saying that the silk of the ancients was very thin. Even if you wear five layers, you can still see the skin underneath. You know, I am a designer, and I study fabrics all day long. I haven't seen it yet. You can pass through five floorsSeeing the gauze under the skin, if it is really so light and thin, then a dress that weighs several kilograms can be really light and beautiful. "
Having said that, Wei Feng was so excited that he even stopped the needle and thread in his hand.
"So I went around to inquire about it, and then I heard someone say that ancient silkworms are actually not as good as modern silkworms, and even the silk they spit out is very thin, so what the ancients wore is actually the same as what we wear. Differs greatly."
"Afterwards, I searched for a long time, and finally found silkworms bred by ancient methods in a village in the south. I ordered a few bolts of cloth and dyed them in this color myself."
When Wei Feng mentioned this matter, he was still a little disappointed.
"I thought my fabrics would become a topic in the fashion world, but who would have thought that I don't even have the money to do the simplest show this year."
Most of Wei Feng's stockpiles in the warehouse are this kind of cloth. It can also be seen that when the preparation is halfway through, it can't be prepared anymore. There are still a lot of leftover cloth piled up in the corner.
"I see."
He Yihan could only listen, she wanted to help Wei Feng, but with that woman's existence, she definitely couldn't do it.
For a while, the air in the room became much quieter.
Half an hour later, He Yihan and Wen Wangzhou left Weifeng's apartment, Wen Wangzhou still had the dust bag of his dress in his hand.
The two got into the car, and He Yihan hugged the dress that Wei Feng gave her.
When Wen Wangzhou was fastening his seat belt, he looked curiously at He Yihan beside him.
"Like dresses?"
His voice sounded in the empty car, and He Yihan was quiet for two seconds before answering.
"Well, like dresses."
She gently stroked the outer packaging of the dust bag, and then whispered the address of her apartment to Wen Wangzhou.
It is definitely impossible to go back to the dormitory at this time.
She has an apartment next to the school, and it is not difficult to temporarily go to the apartment for one night.
It wasn't until he was about to get off the car that He Yihan remembered to ask Wen Wangzhou.
"Where do you live at night? I still have a guest room here."
Wen Wangzhou paused, and looked at her with deep eyes.
"Are you inviting me upstairs?" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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