lover beside

Chapter 249

Qing Huan fled back to her office, leaned on the desk and took twenty deep breaths before calming down the surging tide in her heart.

For some reason, the closer she gets to Qing Jin these days, the more difficult it is for her to breathe.Her brother has already caused a strong chemical reaction in her heart, which is too weird.

Especially the fragments of memories that surged up in her mind without warning amidst the excitement made her even more at a loss.Memories are like bead chains that have been torn off. She tried her best to search for them, but even lost more of them; Making everything look more confusing by not ordering them...

Qing Huan clenched Mu Yang's photo on the desk with trembling fingers, looked deeply at Mu Yang's smile, and then calmed down.

Qing Huan sat down, messed up the picture materials, mixed pictures representing Chinese traditional cultural elements with pictures of international fashion, and then spliced ​​them together to find the fleeting inspiration in his mind.

When there was a knock on the door, Qing Huan raised her head and blushed.Qing Jin unexpectedly followed.

Qing Jin smiled and sat on the chair opposite Qing Huan, and followed Qing Huan to stitch those pictures together, looking for harmony and perfection in the conflicting dynamics.Qinghuan's breathing was a little messy, Qingjin blinked, "Hey, Ms. Lin Qinghuan, it's working time now. Treat me as your colleague or your boss, and you will feel more comfortable."

Just now Qing Huan almost fled back to his office. Although he wanted to give her a little space of his own, he knew how precious this kind of gap in thinking is. How could he give up even a little bit to make Qing Huan Thinking about the possibility of the past?
Besides—at this time, Qing Huan was ashamed and anxious.He couldn't bear to give up looking at the blushing on her cheeks, and at the same time, he didn't feel relieved to let her go alone to get upset. He was afraid that her thoughts would be wrong, so he dropped all the work he was doing and rushed over.Nothing is more important than her.

Qing Jin's words enlightened Qing Huan.If you put your mind on business and treat Qing Jin as a colleague and boss, you will feel much more at ease.Qinghuan smiled quietly, finally calmed down, and blinked at Qingjin, "What do you think is the most representative cultural symbol of old BJ? I mean folk culture, the kind that all ordinary people can accept."

Qing Jin's slender fingers supported the corners of his eyes, and he swayed with a smile, "Let's write separately to see if they are the same."

Qing Huan smiled and lowered his head to write down a few words.After exchanging glances with each other, Qing Huan's face turned red even more—the paper Qing Jin handed her had the exact same words: Beijing Opera, Tianqiao, Tea House, Dashilan...

Qing Huan was embarrassed, "Hey, you didn't copy me, did you? Why do you think the same as me?"

Qing Jin slightly closed her eyes, covering her eyes with long eyelashes, "Fool... have you forgotten that there is such a thing as a heart-to-heart relationship?"

Qing Huan blushed again.Qing Jin didn't explain, and was happy to sit opposite and enjoy Qing Huan's blushing face at this moment.Can't get enough of it, not enough for a lifetime.

After all, Qing Huan is still mature, even though he is embarrassed, he can quickly adjust his emotions, and continue to talk about the following business, "Qing Jin, in fact, you see, these words are related: Dashilan It is the name of a region, the teahouse is the name of a place, Tianqiao is a synonym for a form of artistic performance that has gradually changed from a concrete existence to an abstract one, and Peking Opera is a specific form of artistic performance..."

Qing Jin's heart trembled.How can you love someone so much - what she said was completely in his mind, with a tacit understanding, even if it's just a partner, she would want to hug happily, right?What's more, it's someone who yearns day and night...

Qing Jin tightly held her fingers under the table, and smiled as calmly as possible, "Continue."

Qing Huan held her cheeks, her eyes brightened, "Qing Jin, I actually don't understand the rules of the fashion show, but I think, in fact, many things at the show can be compared with the ones we just mentioned. Vocabulary corresponds one by one. For example, someone also compares the runway to a 'overpass', then the slender press conference is like the environment of a teahouse, and the whole performance on the stage echoes the performance form of Peking Opera...so it is completely possible to compare the old BJ The popular concept of international fashion is grafted with popular folk culture, so that it can be both refined and popular, and can be explained in a simple way..."

Qing Jin smiled and grabbed Qing Huan's hand, "Let's go!"

Qing Huan was stunned, "Where are you going?"

Qing Jin smiled, "I'm learning opera."

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After entering the song and dance troupe, Qing Huan frowned, "Shouldn't you go to the Beijing Opera Troupe?"

Qing Jin laughed loudly, "Peking opera has such a deep foundation, how can it be learned in a few days? I'm learning a little superficially. To put it bluntly, it is a modern dance performed in the form of Peking opera."

Qing Huan was still puzzled, "Why do you still dance with the models when they walk on the stage? Do you want to be the backup dancers for the models? But if you want to use this idea, you can definitely hire professional dancers what."

Qing Jin laughed, and in order to stop Qing Huan from making noise, she stretched out her finger to Qing Huan's lips, "Shhhh... well kitty, you'll know when I show you a show later..."

Fingers pressed against the tender lips, Qing Huan still wanted to speak unwillingly, the squirming of the lips were all attached to Qing Jin's fingers... Qing Jin's eyes dimmed, and his breathing immediately became disordered.Qing Huan also noticed the subtlety at this time, and wanted to back away, but Qing Jin's fingers had already rubbed her lips... Qing Jin sighed hoarsely, "Don't move anymore, otherwise, I don't know if I will bear it." I can't stop..." After lingering for a long time, I turned around abruptly.It just so happened that the master of the song and dance troupe came over and smiled softly, "Qingmu, you brought the audience here today? Didn't you say you want to keep it a secret?"

Qing Jin looked back, under the stage lights, as if there was light shining, "She knows all my secrets..."

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Blushing, she followed Qing Jin into the dressing room of the song and dance troupe.Qing Huan was curious, staring blankly at the scenes that he had only seen in movies.The small light bulbs inlaid around the makeup mirror seem to be ancient imprints, a little bit reminding Qing Huan of old movies in the 30s, and the ten-mile foreign market that is full of turmoil but full of clothes.

Qing Jin hooked his face, and he became more and more handsome in the light of the mirror.

Qing Huan's heartbeat couldn't stop, and the flashes and shadows in the movie "Farewell My Concubine" came lightly.Qing Jin's beauty is even more masculine than that of her elder brother back then.In the movie, almost every close-up of my brother's hooked face is accompanied by an emotional scene. Qing Huan's breath is stagnant, and he finds that he wants to kiss Qing Jin at this time!

The one with the hooked face, the one dressed up in pink and ink, it's him but it's not him... The shadow of the lamp is deep, the face is clear and meaningful, and the thick ink and colors confuse her...

(End of this chapter)