honey deal

"Stretch out your hands." A fashionable woman wearing fashionable red-framed lensless glasses next to her gave an instruction.

Uh, what is this for?

Although puzzled, Pei Xiaowu still stretched out his hands obediently.

The palm is small and smooth, the fingers are slender, white and clean.

When I was young, my mother often boasted that her daughter had a pair of hands that were born to play the piano. Later, she showed it to the teacher, and they said that the most suitable hand shape is wide and strong palms, not thin and long.

Fortunately, today is not a piano test.

Pei Xiaowu secretly stuck out his tongue.

"Come closer."

With an order, she took two steps forward.

Another female examiner, wearing a colorful coat and a cockscomb head, at first glance, looks like a big African turkey, sniffing here and there!

"Raise your arms, show your teeth, turn around..."

A series of grotesque instructions were issued.

Damn, why is it like the ancient concubine selection posture, Pei Xiaowu muttered in his heart while doing it.

"What is the relationship between design and consumption?"

Uh, finally getting to the point?

"Design can arouse hidden consumption desires and make them explicit." Before she had time to think about it, Fei Xiaowu opened his mouth to answer. She knows all about design knowledge by heart, so it will never be difficult for her.

"What do you think is good design?"

"I think a good design is a design that comes from the heart, a design that comes from life, and the core of design is to create..."

"What brand of perfume does the assistant examiner use?"

A high-back chair next to it slowly turned around, and the man sitting in it had picturesque eyes.

The girl's heart was suffocated, and she bit her lip resentfully.

This question is really tricky.

Xiao Wushang Fei was immersed in the exam questions just now, but when he was suddenly interrupted by his old man, his brain short-circuited like a machine that had been cut off.

Hold your breath, don't panic, she tried to calm herself down, then closed her eyes slightly, looking for in the aftertaste——

When the two passed by, a faint scent floated into her nostrils, but at that time her attention was all on the colorful wall, and she thought cleverly that there was a problem hidden inside.

In fact, Fei Xiaowu has no habit of using perfume. All her knowledge of perfume comes from her mother, and her mother thinks that all strong-scented perfumes are good products.

Once, my father, Mr. Fei, went abroad and kindly brought a bottle of perfume to Mrs. Ru. As a result, when he walked forward, he left the perfume to his daughter.

"Bah, it looks cheap at first glance. If you don't bring such a fool, if you sprinkle it in the house, it's not good as a freshener."

Fei Xiaowu smelled it, but he liked it very much. It was faint, if there was a faint fragrance, and there was a kind of charm that stirred people's hearts.

It was not until I went to university that I found out that the perfume came from Chanel, the world's first perfume company.

The master twitched his eyebrows and waved his hand.

Don't you get the answer right?

Fei Xiaowu's heart skipped a beat, it's over, it's over.

"Did you see that door? Let's go with the question." The braided examiner in the middle handed over a piece of paper and pointed to a diagonal door.

Uh, that means she passed the first level?

"Thank you, teacher, and...thank you, master." She was ecstatic, and bowed to the opposite side once, twice, and three times.

The master opened his eyes in an uproar, with the tails of his eyes slanted, and said in an indescribable romantic way: "We are not dead yet, there is no need to mourn in silence."

The crowd roared with laughter, Fei Xiaowu blushed, and hurried to the door.

When I walked in, it turned out to be a creative room with bright light and simple style. There were countless drawing boards. In front of a few drawing boards, someone was coloring and transporting ink. They should be candidates who passed the first test like her. Also her potential opponent.

Fei Xiaowu took a seat nearby and sat down, opened the topic, and drew butterflies.

This topic seems simple, but it seems difficult to stand out.

After contemplating for a while, she began to paint...

Two hours later, two girls outside the building were chatting while hailing a car.

Mi Duo was very excited: "I didn't expect to be able to enter the re-examination. I named the work 'Butterflies Flying'. How about yours?"

"Broken cocoon."

Fei Xiaowu was very conflicted and wanted to be admitted, but he was admitted, but he didn't know if he could spare time to study.

"Wow, it's so creative, I didn't think of it." Mi Duo was a little discouraged when he heard it, and then he smiled a second later: "But it's nothing, anyway, I don't want to become famous and have a family, so I still want to be my rice bug. "

With a burst of laughter, Fei Xiaowu really envied her: "Hey, I also want to be a rice bug, but I don't have that life, so I don't know if I can record it." In fact, she still had a layer of worry in her heart, even if she recorded Yes, does she have time to study?

Alas, what a contradiction, why is her life so tortuous!

At this moment, Chi Feng Design Studio.

"Tacky."

"rigid."

"No idea."

The little braid held up the students' works one by one, and Chi Feng denied them one by one. Not many passed the first test. The little braid looked at the last two remaining works, and sweat began to drip from his forehead.

"Can you lower your eyes a little bit?"

Chi Feng glanced at him with dissatisfaction: "Nonsense, you don't understand this. As a closed disciple, you have to go to the hall and work in the studio. The coffee is well brewed and the design must be creative. The most important thing is to Into the eyes, do you understand?"

"I seriously doubt whether you are picking your disciples or your wife." The braid shrugged, and his words made the others laugh together.

Chi Feng let out a "huh" and shook his fingers, with a heartbreaking prodigal air: "I don't look for people in the circle, this is my principle, next one."

Hu Gao picked up the above work, took a look at it first, and couldn't help shouting and stood it in front of someone: "This one is fine, the butterflies are flying together, the name is so loving, and the painting is so good, it looks like the real thing."

"I'm not a painter, so what's the use of drawing like one?" Chi Feng glanced, his brows furrowed, and the look of disappointment could not be concealed between his eyebrows.

Hu Gao almost fell to the ground, picked up the last one without any hope, and stood it weakly in front of his eyes.

The man's squinted eyes slowly widened, and he looked at the painting in front of him with good eyesight: in the painting, a white cocoon, under the transparent silk, an ugly but tenaciously struggling little insect can be vaguely seen.

"Broken cocoon?"

Chi Feng murmured softly, what he could see was a plain white silk fabric, but he clearly saw a beautiful butterfly dancing freely in front of him.

"That's it." Eyebrows stark, finger pointing, a little gracefully.

Hu Gao put his head in front of him to have a look, and said to himself: "I haven't seen it before, okay? Are you sure it's it?"