The soft white moonlight of the paranoid gangster at 80

Ruan Qingqing named the design of the horse-face pleated skirt "Meng Song".

Inspired by Meng Song, she dug out all the design works that had been rejected before and modified them one by one.

For two whole days, Ruan Qingqing didn't even step out of the dormitory.

When he was hungry, Jiang Chen fed him. When he was thirsty, Jiang Chen handed him water. When he was sleepy, Jiang Chen hugged him to sleep. When he woke up, he continued to revise the manuscript.

After two days and two nights, Ruan Qingqing finally modified all the works to her satisfaction.

Peking opera facial makeup, cloisonné, blue and white porcelain, oracle bone inscriptions, these historical elements that are unique to China, are all incorporated into her designs one by one.

Looking at the designs rich in cultural heritage, Ruan Qingqing felt satisfied and accomplished in his heart.

She may be ordinary and insignificant, but she is willing to do her best to do extraordinary things.

Even if these works cannot be put on the market, if even one more person sees them, it will not be considered a failure.

Although he had not had a good rest for two days and two nights, Ruan Qingqing did not feel tired at all, but was very excited.

She simply washed up, put on clean clothes, and went to the teacher's house with all her works.

……

It’s unclear whether Ruan Qingqing has a good ability to withstand stress due to several consecutive failures, or whether her works have given her enough confidence.

Facing the teacher who seriously scrutinized her work, she was not as nervous as before. She didn't even care whether she could get the teacher's approval. Instead, she looked at the works in the teacher's study leisurely.

"Wow~"

After an unknown amount of time, the teacher took off his glasses and looked at her with eyes full of admiration and surprise.

"Molly, these works of yours are very unique, I like them very much."

Ruan Qing was relieved.

"I'm curious as to what made you make such great progress and changes in just a few days."

Ruan looked out the window gently.

The teacher also followed her gaze and saw the tall boy standing in front of his house, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Is he your boyfriend? He is very handsome. You two are a perfect match."

"It was him who awakened me and allowed me to truly understand the meaning and direction of the work."

"congratulations."

The teacher singled out "Dream Song" from several works. "Although I like all these works, I personally like this work more. I was very surprised at the first sight and unforgettable. I can't wait to see it." How many days will it take you to finish it?"

Ruan thought about it lightly, "About half a month."

The teacher nodded, then took out a form from the drawer and handed it to her.

Ruan took it gently and was surprised to find that it was the AOF young designer competition registration form.

"Molly, I think you can use Meng Song to participate in this competition, so that more people can see it and get to know it."

……

After walking out of the teacher's house, Ruan Qingqing couldn't help but raise her head. The sky was very blue, so pure that there was no trace of impurities. For the first time, she felt that the sky in London was so beautiful.

Seemingly feeling something, Jiang Chen turned around and saw the girl he liked walking towards him with brisk steps.

It was as if the ice and snow were melting in his dark eyes, and the gurgling spring water seemed to be overflowing from his eyes.

"Jiang Chen!"

Jiang Chen opened his arms and held the girl firmly in his arms like a butterfly.

The familiar embrace and breath made Ruan Qing's nose sore, and he couldn't stop his tears.

"Jiang Chen, thank you."

Thank you for always being by my side when I need you.

"Sister, happy birthday."

Ruan gently raised her face from his arms, her apricot eyes that had been crying were as clear and beautiful as washed black gems, but there was confusion inside, "Is today my birthday?" Jiang Chen was amused by her cute look. He smiled brightly and raised the watch on his wrist.

September 9th, yes, is her birthday, she even forgot about it!
……

"The teacher said that my dream song can sign up for the AOF Young Designer Competition. This is the best birthday gift I have received this year."

On the way back, the two chose to walk instead of taking the bus.

Jiang Chen has been in London for so many days, but she hasn't taken him to appreciate London's customs, customs and street scenes, so she just wanted to take a stroll today.

The two held hands and walked, and Ruan Qingqing happily told Jiang Chen the good news.

"Your teacher is very discerning."

Ruan Qingqing was amused by his words, "Of course, the teachers who can teach at Saint Martin's are all very talented top design masters."

Along the way, Ruan Qingqing was excitedly chatting about her works and her ideas.

Jiang Chen listened patiently and gave his own ideas and suggestions from time to time.

Ruan Qingqing discovered that although Jiang Chen had never studied painting or understood design, he had a very unique perspective on fashion.

She even felt that if Jiang Chen came to Saint Martin's to study design, his future achievements would be much greater than hers.

I have to admit that there are indeed some talented people in this world. They are more likely to succeed than ordinary people in whatever they do.

……

Her work was recognized by her teacher, she was on track to graduate, and it was her birthday. Ruan Qingqing specially booked a good Chinese restaurant in Chinatown to celebrate with her friends in London. She also introduced Jiang Chen to them.

The birthday party was simple but warm. We drank wine, ate cake, and received a bunch of birthday gifts.

Xu was too happy, Ruan Qingqing got drunk, and was carried back to the dormitory by Jiang Chen like a kitten.

After entering the dormitory, Jiang Chen carefully placed her on the sofa and turned to close the dormitory door.

However, as soon as he closed the door and turned around, Ruan ran over gently, hooked his neck and put his lips that smelled of wine.

Naturally, Jiang Chen would not refuse the beloved girl's request for a kiss, and he could not refuse her.

He held her slender waist with one hand and clasped the back of her head with the other, deepening the passionate kiss.

The entangled figures of the two moved from the door to the bed...

At the age of passionate lovers, everything seemed to be falling into place, but Jiang Chen forced the brakes at the critical moment.

"Sister, it's not okay yet."

Gu Zhanwang, who was yelling crazily, made the ends of his eyes red, and his forced forbearance made his voice hoarse.

Ruan Qingqing's face was flushed, and she looked at him mistyly with a pair of apricot eyes. Her soft little hands tightly grasped the hem of his clothes, like a seductive little fairy.

"Why not? Don't you want to?"

"Jiang Chen, I do."

When she was drunk, she would not know how attractive she was to a man at this time.

It's like holding a piece of delicious meat, putting it in front of a hungry wolf's mouth, and asking the hungry wolf: Don't you want to eat it?
How could not want.

Jiang Chen used his remaining sanity to pull away her hand, got up and rushed into the bathroom.

After several minutes of being poured with cold water, his senses, which were on the verge of losing control, finally cooled down.

By the time Jiang Chen walked out of the bathroom, Ruan Qingqing had already fallen asleep.

She curled up on the bed like a kitten, with a beautiful sleeping face. Her neckline was slightly open with half of the buttons unbuttoned, and her skirt was lifted to her waist. From beginning to end, she exuded temptation that he could not resist.

Jiang Chen wrapped her body in a quilt, slowly squatted down, and looked at her sweet little face with a gentle and helpless expression.

It's not that he doesn't want her, it's just that he can't do it yet.

He didn't want their first time to be when she was drunk, let alone in this small dormitory bed.

She was his treasure and should be cherished.