Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 203 Brings its own light
Sang Yu held the phone and looked up.

Just right into those deep black eyes.

He was dressed differently today than usual. A few lifelike bamboo leaves were embroidered on his black suit jacket. He was tall and tall, modest and gentlemanly, with a bit more gentle and elegant temperament.

Xi Jinbai didn't know where Sang Yu was in advance. When he walked to the front row area, he looked around and accurately captured Sang Yu's back.

There was a distance between them, looking at each other tacitly.

Sang Yu smiled at him.

Xi Jinbai's heart softened, he looked away, walked to his seat and sat down.

Their seats are not in the same area, one on the left and one on the right.

The venue was full of people and there was a lot of chatter.

The phone vibrated again, a message came in.

Sang Yu lowered his head and took a look. There were three more words on the private chat page: [Very beautiful. 】

At seven o'clock, the fashion show officially begins.

The lights dimmed and all the flashlights gathered on the stage.

Today is the theme of national style. The models are wearing Hanfu, cheongsam, horse-faced skirt, Miao clothing... showing a variety of Chinese elements.

Accompanied by the brisk music, light and shadow intertwined on the T stage, and the spotlights flashed. Each set of clothes displayed was unique, elegant and gorgeous.

The two hosts took turns introducing each work.

The two final sets of horse-faced skirts were designed by Sang Yu.

Two completely different styles, one is as gentle as water, the other is heroic.

The skirt is swaying, and every step is radiant.

There was a faint sound of exclamation from the audience.

After all the works were displayed, all the lights in the venue were turned on.

The host came on stage and gave a perfect summary.

"We look forward to our Chinese designers creating more and better works in the future."

"Today we have a very important link. We take this opportunity to announce here that the cultural promotion ambassador of China International Fashion Week. She has won the gold and silver awards in the international fashion design competition, has many out-of-the-circle works, and also has her own An original brand, let us welcome designer Sang Yu! ”

The sound passes through the microphone and reaches every corner of the venue.

Sang Yu stood up from his seat, with a slight smile on his lips, walking gracefully and gracefully.

Wearing an apricot-colored cheongsam and a hairpin on her head, she looks graceful and graceful.

She walked on stage and took all the lights and eyes.

At a glance, I saw the man sitting in the middle of the first row on the left.

His eyes were soft, and he only saw her.

The host's voice came again: "Please, Miss Sang, stand in front of our crystal ball and complete the awarding ceremony."

There is a huge LED crystal ball in the middle of the stage.

Sang Yu took two steps forward and stood still.

The host smiled and said, "Okay, let's start the countdown now."

"5--"

"4--"

"3--"

"2--"

"1--"

Numbers flashed on the crystal ball one after another. When "1" was called, the lights in the audience suddenly went out, and the red font of "China International Fashion Week Cultural Promotion Ambassador Sang Yu" scrolled on the crystal ball.

The music click sounded, and a lily in full bloom suddenly flashed on the screen behind him. Three seconds later, the screen was filled with countless photos.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

Sang Yu put his right hand on the crystal ball, turned slightly sideways, and looked at the screen.

There are hundreds of photos of her work.

Looking at these photos, it’s like a movie is playing in front of my eyes, flashing quickly, from a newbie who just entered the workplace to today’s rising star.

This is her testimony along the way.

Looking back, it turns out that she has come so far.

Sang Yu blinked his eyes and suppressed the soreness in his eyes. All the cameras were pointed at her, and the lights were focused on her alone.

The president of China Fashion Designers Association personally issued certificates and presented flowers.

She bowed politely and thanked him.

The host handed the microphone to her and asked her to make a speech.

"Hello everyone, I'm Sang Yu." She introduced herself briefly, curled her lips, and spoke softly, "I never dreamed that I would be able to make it today and that my works would be liked by so many people. I am very grateful, thank you to everyone who has helped me along the way, thank you to all the customers who support my work, and I also want to thank myself for never thinking of giving up. "

"Finally, I want to say that my life is not in vain. Every step I take counts. I will continue to work hard in the future. With this honor, I will not forget my original intention and stay down to earth. Thank you."

After the words fell, applause surged like waves.

At this moment, no matter how dazzling the lights are, they become nothing more than a foil.

She has her own light.

The fashion show ended perfectly.

After it was over, Xi Jinbai went over to find Sang Yu.

She had too many things to carry with both hands.

Xi Jinbai took the initiative to take her bag and flowers and reminded: "It's cold outside, wear a coat."

The temperature in Beijing is no better than that on Hong Kong Island, and it is already around freezing in December.

Sang Yu put on a long windbreaker and picked up the certificate on the chair, "Let's go."

Xi Jinbai freed up one hand to hold her.

The scene of leaving together was captured by the camera.

Coming out of the venue, the biting cold wind hit my face, and the chill penetrated my skin.

Sang Yu shuddered.

Something fell on her face, a cool touch.

She reached out to take it and looked up in surprise, "It's snowing!"

Xi Jinbai put his arm around her shoulders and said, "Well, get in the car quickly. Don't catch a cold."

The car was parked on the side of the road and waiting.

After getting in the car, the chill on my body was driven away by the heater.

Sang Yu took off his coat, looked at the sparsely falling snow outside the window, and wanted to open the window.

Just as he was about to lower the window a little, Xi Jinbai stopped him in advance before he could make any move: "Don't open the window, I'm about to have my menstrual period, please keep warm."

Sang Yu had no choice but to take back his hand.

He remembered her menstrual period better than she did.

The direction the car was driving was not the way back to the hotel.

She asked in confusion: "Aren't you going back to the hotel?"

Xi Jinbai lowered his head and replied to the message on his phone, "If you don't reply, let's go get something to eat."

Sang Yu was surprised, "You didn't have dinner?"

Xi Jinbai said "hmm" casually.

She looked accusingly, "Didn't you know how to eat something to fill your stomach before you came here?"

I have to wait until now.

Xi Jinbai explained with a smile: "I wasn't hungry at that time."

The car drove for about half an hour and stopped in front of a restaurant.

As soon as they got off the bus, a staff member came up to greet them and take them upstairs.

When Sang Yu reached the top floor, he discovered that it was a revolving restaurant in the sky, with a 360° floor-to-ceiling view overlooking the entire Beijing city.

The lights outside the window are bright, the neon lights are flashing, and the tall skyscrapers are set against the night, like a bright picture.

There were no other customers in the entire restaurant except the two of them.

The manager came to receive us personally, "Mr. Xi, Miss Sang, please take your seats."

Xi Jinbai nodded and took Sang Yu to the seat by the window to sit down.

Light blue ambient lights fill the entire restaurant, accompanied by the melodious sound of violins, naturally creating a romantic atmosphere.

Sang Yu looked at the surroundings and asked, "Have you booked the venue?"