Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 19 Have you ever had a crush?
A memory flashed through Sang Yu's mind.

That day when she called Xi Jinbai in the hospital, it seemed like this was the voice that answered the phone.

——Jin Bai is still busy, please call back later.

Now she was watching their familiar chat, but she was like an outsider, blocked out.

Ji Mingzhu was also sizing up Sang Yu. The person in front of her was wearing a short light green dress. She had a slender but curvy figure and a fresh and elegant temperament. She was indeed a beauty.

She asked Xi Jinbai: "Who is this?"

Xi Jinbai introduced: "Aurelia's designer, Sang Yu."

Ji Mingzhu took the initiative to greet her: "Hello, my name is Ji Mingzhu."

Sang Yu was startled when he heard the name, and the emotion in his eyes flashed away before returning to normal, "Hello, Miss Ji, I am Sang Yu."

Ji Mingzhu blinked and said to Xi Jinbai in surprise: "Are all the designers in your company so young and beautiful?"

Xi Jinbai: "It depends on ability."

Ji Mingzhu couldn't help but sigh: "I am envious of being young, beautiful and capable."

Sang Yu's hand hanging by his side slowly tightened, "Miss Ji is joking."

She is a rich young lady, she is dressed in famous brands, and she is as exquisite as a princess from head to toe. How can she be envious of a small designer like her.

Ji Mingzhu said seriously: "I'm not joking. You should be about my age. I'm still in graduate school and you are already a designer."

Sang Yu didn't know how to answer this, so Xi Jinbai, perhaps sensing that she was uncomfortable, reminded her, "Isn't there something else?"

Sang Yu understood, "Then I'll go back to the hotel first, Mr. Xi."

"Ah."

Out of politeness, she and Ji Mingzhu also said, "Goodbye, Miss Ji."

Ji Mingzhu waved and smiled, "Goodbye, maybe we will meet again when I return to Hong Kong Island."
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Sang Yu sent Anna a WeChat message saying that he would go back to the hotel first.

Other colleagues finally made it to Paris, and after the dinner there were other events to meet up with.

It was already December, and the temperature dropped sharply. As soon as she left the venue, she felt the cold wind blowing into her bones. She shrank from the cold. Fortunately, she brought a coat and wrapped it tightly tightly.

It only takes a few minutes to walk back to the hotel from here, so there is no need to take a taxi.

The coat is knee-length, and the lower legs are still exposed to the cold wind, causing a chill.

Sang Yu quickened his pace, his hair scattered around his shoulders was messy in the wind, and the thoughts in his mind seemed to become more and more confusing.

She remembered Ji Mingzhu. She sent a message to Xi Jinbai that night, saying that he had left his coat with her and that she went to celebrate his mother's birthday.

What kind of relationship can be so good?

Sang Yu didn't dare to think deeply and didn't want to explore.

At least, Xi Jinbai promised her that there would be no other women before the relationship ended.

This is enough.

I went back to the hotel room and took a shower. I lay on the bed unable to fall asleep. I tossed and turned a few times, and finally got up to draw the design draft.

Once she is immersed in doing something, she easily loses track of time and stays busy until early in the morning before going to bed.

There was a theme fashion exhibition in the morning. Sang Yu woke up early, got up, packed up, and went out. Everyone made an appointment in advance to gather at the restaurant downstairs and finish breakfast before leaving. Xi Jinbai is not here, so Anna will take them there.

On the way, we were chatting about what happened last night. A colleague asked Sang Yu, "Who was that beautiful woman next to Mr. Xi yesterday? I saw you guys talking."

Sang Yu didn't know much about their relationship. Xi Jinbai had never introduced him to her. "It should be Mr. Xi's friend, named Ji Mingzhu."

As soon as he finished speaking, another colleague immediately answered: "Ji Mingzhu? She seems to be the first socialite in Hong Kong, the daughter of Ji's jewelry, the only daughter who was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, and is loved by thousands of people."

When it comes to Ji's Jewelry, everyone knows that it has hundreds of chain stores across the country and is the leader in the jewelry industry.

"Holy crap, it turns out she is Ji Mingzhu!"

"Beautiful and well-educated. Sure enough, the woman around Mr. Xi should be like that."

"It's really a good match."

Obviously what they told was the truth, but Sang Yu's heart felt like it was soaked in tangerine peel water, so astringent that it felt bitter.

Anna interrupted their chat, "Discussing Mr. Xi's gossip openly? How brave are you?"

The colleague laughed and laughed: "Hey Sister Anna, let's just chat casually, since Mr. Xi is not here anyway."

Then they changed the topic and talked about the bar they went to last night.

Only Sang Yu looked out the window absentmindedly. The retro literary buildings kept receding in his field of vision. Young lovers holding hands could be seen everywhere on the street, with bright smiles on their faces.

Arrive at the exhibition hall at nine o'clock.

The venue is very large, and the windows of the exhibition hall display the works of many well-known designers. Dresses of various styles are in full bloom.

Everyone looks at the clothing that interests them separately.

Sang Yu walked around along the corridor, and finally stopped in front of a black and white gradient dress. The style was not complicated, but it gave people a bright feeling. Every detail was carefully considered.

Maybe she stayed for a long time, and a beautifully dressed lady noticed her. Judging from her appearance and clothing, she must be Chinese, so she walked over and asked, "Do you like this dress?"

Sang Yu turned to look at the person next to him, nodded and smiled: "Well, the gradient color is so beautiful, it feels like the sky is bright."

Upon hearing this comment, the lady's eyes brightened slightly, and she asked suddenly: "Have you ever had a crush on someone?"

Sang Yu was silent for a moment, moved his lips, and admitted: "Yes."

The lady smiled and said: "Actually, the inspiration for this skirt is secret love. The secret love in school days is young and ignorant, just like a person walking on a muddy path in the dark, and suddenly another person appears in front of him. Then a beam of light came in, but it quickly disappeared again."

Sang Yu suddenly realized, "Are you Mr. Yang, the designer of this dress?"

She had seen other works of teacher Yang Liwen before and always liked her design style, so she couldn't walk when she saw this skirt just now.

"Well, you are also a designer, right?"

Sang Yu said, neither humble nor arrogant: "I have not been in the industry for a long time, and I still have a lot to learn."

Yang Liwen was a person who judged her fortunes. She liked the girl in front of her very much, so she praised her without hesitation: "You are very spiritual. This is the most precious thing for a designer."

"It's an honor to receive such a comment from you." Sang Yu suppressed his inner joy and asked his doubts: "Why did you design a rabbit doll on the hem of the skirt? Is there any special meaning?"

"Once in high school, I attended a freshman party. I changed into a white dress before performing on stage. I didn't know where the hem of the dress got dirty. It was an obvious black patch. I was about to go on stage. I was so anxious at that time. Then I secretly fell in love with The boy found a rabbit doll and pinned it to the hem of my skirt, which just covered the stain and allowed me to finish the performance smoothly." Recalling the past, Yang Liwen felt a little emotional, and the memories in her mind were slowly fading. "I've kept the doll since then."

(End of this chapter)