Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Xie Zitao lowered his head and put the last spoonful of soup in the bowl into his mouth, and wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue with a calm expression.

It’s not that he didn’t hear the sound of spoons hitting the edge of the bowl coming from his ears, and he felt uncomfortable hearing it, but he really didn’t know how to deal with it, just because the person who made this “noise” was none other than someone else. It's Song Nian'an.

Song Nian'an sat on Xie Mingyuan's right hand, and he sat on his left. The two children, one large and one small, sat almost face to face.

It was also when Song Nian'an was sent to Xie's house by Song Yuening, who was participating in the preliminary round, that Xie Zitao discovered that this lovable sister was not as obedient and cute as she appeared. Most of the time, she was more like a difficult little witch. .

"Nian'an."

It was Xie Mingyuan who finally stopped the noise.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Song Nian'an became much more honest, but his eyes still shone with aggrieved light, as if he had been bullied.

"Uncle Xie, I miss my mother. Hasn't she already finished participating in the preliminary competition? Aren't she too busy? Why can't you send me back to find her?"

The registration time was very close to the official competition date, so after Song Yuening settled Song Nianan, he immediately devoted himself to the preliminary competition.

Although Song Nian'an misses her every day, he also knows that Song Yuening is busy with business now, so he has been suppressing the longing in his heart and never bothered her.

Now that she had just heard the news that the preliminary round was over, she couldn't wait for Xie Mingyuan to take her home. But Xie Mingyuan didn't move, which made her anxious.

If it weren't for the promise that Song Yuening would not cause trouble for them in the Xie family, let alone sneak back to find him, she would have already set off on her way to find Song Yuening.

Perhaps because Song Nian'an's voice was so pitiful, Xie Zitao also briefly forgot how she was doing everything these days. He looked up at Xie Mingyuan and helped Song Nian'an speak.

"Uncle, Teacher Song, isn't the preliminary round over? Why can't you send Nian An there?"

Not to mention Song Nian'an who found it strange, even Xie Zitao felt curious.

After he heard that Song Yuening was going to participate in the designer competition, he deliberately browsed the relevant information online and knew that it would take some time after the preliminary round to enter the semi-finals, during which he would have at least a month's rest.

This time is for all contestants to prepare their entries for the semi-finals. Although Song Yuening will be busy during this period, he will not have no time to spend with Song Nianan.

What is Xie Mingyuan's psychology that prevents Song Nian'an from leaving?

Song Yuening picked up the coffee in his hand, put it to his lips and took a sip of the coffee. The rich aroma spread in his mouth. He raised his eyes and glanced at Song Nian'an who was full of expectations. What came to his mind was Song Yuening's performance after participating in the preliminary round. Message to myself.

"Are my works a little less spiritual?"

When Xie Mingyuan received this message, he almost thought he had seen it wrong.

After all, in his impression, Song Yuening was never the kind of person who would question her own work, but after participating in the competition, she was shaken.

He didn't know what the judges said to Song Yuening in the preliminary round, but just by looking at Song Yuening's words, Xie Mingyuan knew that she needed time to adjust herself now.

And the reality was just as Xie Mingyuan expected.

Inside the studio.

Because there hasn't been anything very important in the studio recently, and they had been working overtime for a long time some time ago, Song Yuening directly gave the studio employees a short vacation.

At this moment, the studio was empty, and she was the only one who locked herself in the office.

On the desk, all the information and decorative items originally placed were gone, replaced by various design drafts she had drawn.

Song Yuening had no makeup on her face. Her fair face was extremely pale because she had been lying at the table for a long time, and her eyes were filled with traces of red blood from overuse. Song Yuening's cell phone was put aside. The screen kept blinking on and off, and the notification on the caller ID kept flashing, but because the sound was on, no sound reached Song Yuening's ears.

In other words, even if there was a sound, Song Yuening couldn't hear it, because at this moment she had devoted herself wholeheartedly to the drawing and design draft, and she didn't have any attention to give to the outside world.

"Susu."

The sound of the brush scratching across the paper is particularly reassuring.

But Song Yuening could not calm down at all at this moment.

As long as she closes her eyes now, she can recall the words that the judges said when they looked at her with hesitant expressions after they finished judging his design draft when she participated in the preliminary competition.

"I admit that you are indeed a newcomer with good potential, but why don't you be more bold in designing clothes?"

After the preliminary round, Song Yuening successfully entered the semi-finals, but the words of the judges were like a thorn in her heart, and she could not pull them out no matter what.

Is her design draft too conservative?

After Song Yuening came back, she dug out all the clothing manuscripts she had designed in the past, especially her most proud cheongsam series.

After looking at it carefully, she suddenly felt like someone had knocked her awake with a wooden fish.

Indeed, as those judges said, her design draft was a bit too "conservative".

The most important thing in fashion design is innovation.

Although she has a lot of inspiration, when drawing design drafts, she always tends to fix her thinking in the original pattern.

So as long as you carefully read her design drafts, you will find that the core parts of the clothes she designed are actually very similar.

During the competition, the international judges obviously saw her shortcomings at a glance, so they pointed them out so bluntly.

Song Yuening was happy that she knew her shortcomings and shortcomings, but she also began to worry.

Because the judges have discovered her problem, this means that in the next rematch, if she cannot boldly innovate and design a design that satisfies the judges, then she will be eliminated.

Her goal is the finals, so she will not allow herself to stop at the door of the finals no matter what.

but……

Song Yuening looked at the design draft she had just completed and frowned.

"No, there's still something missing..."

But she couldn't tell exactly what was wrong.

Song Yuening raised her hand and pressed her swollen temples, took a deep breath, and then picked up the design draft in front of her. When she was about to roll it into a ball and discard it, she hesitated, and finally placed it on the aside.

After all, it was my own hard work, and it was a pity that it was ruined like this.

On the chair next to her, and even on the surrounding floor, there were many pieces of paper scattered, which were all "waste manuscripts" written by her but discarded because of her dissatisfaction.