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After lunch, work started in the afternoon. Xiao Tong and Jing Xing each had their own affairs to be busy. There was still more than half a month before the spring and summer haute couture press conference of the subsidiary company and Xiao Tong's studio. Venue, makeup, models , the company, reporters, and team visas Jing Xing has too many chores to do, even if he feels that Xiao Tong is not in the right state, he can't take care of it for a while.
Xiao Tong is also very busy. He has to choose models, meet reporters, and make final adjustments and finalize the new models displayed at the press conference. Some small decorative accessories and sewing machines are useless. Xiao Tong is worried about handing them over to others. , every day except being arrested by Jing Xing to be interviewed by reporters, the rest of the time, I don't see anyone, and adjust the details of each dress around the mannequin in the clothing room.
When she was working, she was extremely focused, with only eyes on clothing and needlework. Sometimes, in order to embroider a bead on the waist of a fake model, she would half-kneel on the ground for several hours, keeping this posture motionless. Jing Xing sneaked a few times to see it. Worried that her body would not be able to bear it, she advised her: "These are not important parts. You give them a chance to exercise when you hand them over to the new young people. Why make yourself so tired."
"I'm not tired. This is a meticulous job. I don't worry about entrusting it to others." Xiao Tong moved to the hem of a fishtail skirt, bit the cotton thread lightly with his teeth, stood up and twisted his waist and neck, still in good spirits Looking good, she caressed the work she had just finished, her eyes were full of love, and she showed a little bit of reluctance, just like looking at her own child.
"You should be happy to launch a new work, right? What's your expression? It's like someone is going to steal it and not return it to you."
Xiao Tong's fingers shuttled between the fabrics of this dress, feeling the black silk flowing through her fingers like water, feeling the smooth fabric slipping away from her hands, she said: "You don't understand."
Jing Xing is not a designer, so of course she doesn't understand. In her opinion, once Xiao Tong's series of works are launched, his reputation will definitely rise to a higher level. Xiao Tong will become a leading designer in the world and a leading figure in the domestic fashion circle. , will become the hot object of celebrities and high-class people from all walks of life.
She can already see that Xiao Tong has a bright future, but of course she doesn't understand that the launch of a work is like handing over a treasure that she has cherished for many years. For Xiao Tong, when a work is pushed onto the assembly line, even Just after being released, this work no longer belongs to her. It belongs to every buyer and every wearer, but it no longer belongs to Xiao Tong.
In the past, the works designed by Xiao Tong only wanted to be seen by one person, and only one person could wear them, but in the end, thousands of people would wear them, except for the one that Xiao Tong hoped for.
The wound on Xiao Tong's left arm started to hurt again. She looked at the neatly arranged mannequins and the clothes on the mannequins in the clothing room. She had worked in fashion design for nearly ten years, and suddenly felt that everything was meaningless.
"Xiao Tong? Xiao Tong!" Jing Xing patted her on the shoulder, "What are you thinking?"
"Ah?" Xiao Tong blinked, regained consciousness from his own thoughts, adjusted his emotions, and said lightly: "It's okay, Ah Xing, when are we going to Paris?"
"One week at most, Xiao Tong, are you okay?"
"What's wrong with me?" Xiao Tong shrugged, "Ah Xing, don't worry, that kind of thing won't happen again." She was talking about sneaking away from Paris with Jing Xing behind her back on the eve of last year's press conference The matter of coming back, Xiao Tong feels guilty even thinking about it now, and feels sorry for Jing Xing.
"You still know?" Jing Xing snorted from his nose, and raised his fist threateningly, "If you dare to break the chain this time, you will have a good life in the future." Actually Jing Xing was not worried about this, she It was because he was worried about Yu Qinghan's influence on Xiao Tong, but Xiao Tong made it clear that he did not want to say it.
Jing Xing could tell that this time Xiao Tong was determined to get rid of Yu Qinghan, this process was very difficult, Jing Xing knew it, so she was worried, but she didn't dare to mention the name in front of Xiao Tong again.
"Then you are busy first, I will go to discuss the layout of the show with the show director later, so let's go first."
"Don't be too late, it's easy for women to get wrinkles when they stay up late."
"Go! Take care of yourself first. You stay up until two or three o'clock in the morning every night before quitting work. I have heard my assistant complain to me several times. If you want to grow, you must grow first."
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The two chatted a few more casually before Jing Xing continued to work on her affairs, Xiao Tong leaned on the sewing machine in a daze for a while, threaded another thread, and continued to change her clothes.
Can't stop.
As soon as she stopped, all the nightmares flooded into her head at once, driving her crazy.
But it's impossible to stop all the time. After all, once she works overtime, other colleagues in the studio will not dare to leave. It doesn't matter if Xiao Tong is alone. ?I don't know, the three words Yu Qinghan can make people suffer so much, the pain makes her want to roll on the ground, it hurts from the inside out, every strand of it will pierce her skin from the inside, she Tried to free them, but to no avail.
It hurts so much.
It hurts too much.
Xiao Tong pulled her hair and thought, is there anyone who can save her, who can save her.
Suddenly, her whole body stopped, and the demons that were tormenting her to the point of madness also stopped.
She stood for a few seconds, moved mechanically, and then she took out the fruit knife again.
The blade has a silvery metallic luster, and the back of the blade reflects Xiao Tong's dull eyes and a small mole at the corner of the eye.
Xiao Tong hated these eyes so much that she didn't even want to look at them. She raised the knife and slowly scratched her scarred left arm.
The sharp blade cut through the flesh, and blood flowed from the edge of the knife. Compared with the wanton rush of pain that had nowhere to vent in her heart, this sharp pain was nothing.
Instead, the pain that had nowhere to vent finally found a breakthrough, and rushed out of Xiao Tong's body from the wound impatiently, not even daring to approach the darkness that entangled her.
"Yu Qinghan" Xiao Tong cut his hand again.
Every time she uttered Yu Qinghan's name, she cut a knife on her arm, and the blood slid down the wound and dripped on the floor, rippling into dots of red, as beautiful as petals.
Every time she cut the knife and called Yu Qinghan's name, her body twitched in pain.
Later, the demon disappeared, she let go of the knife in her hand, her body was still twitching, but her heart was very relaxed, she applied medicine to the wound on her arm, cleaned the knife and the floor, lay on the bed and slept, never again Horrible things came to haunt her.
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