Hearing several exclamations from the entrance to the backstage, Yun Chan handed the disposable paper cup to Jiang Lingxi, who had helped her a lot today, and then turned to look over.
Seeing this, I couldn't help but be startled, and quickly raised my feet to meet him.
"Mr. Carlo, why are you here?"
Carlo looked past her to Jiang Lingxi, who was sitting in front of the makeup mirror drinking water.
Even in this noisy and busy backstage, that figure is still calm, calm, and dignified.
Even if someone is passing by, he will subconsciously step lightly when walking to that area, for fear of disturbing that person.
Carlo was reluctant to move his eyes.
In his country, the royal family still exists.
But as time goes by, as the power in their hands gradually falls away, those noble members of the royal family no longer have the momentum that their ancestors had thousands of years ago, and now they have become like mascots.
People will still salute when they meet them, but they are just following the etiquette passed down from ancient times to the present.
Rather than saluting the man, they were paying homage to the royal status the man held.
With his current status and reputation, he has met many members of the royal family. He has even designed many tailor-made dresses for the Queen, Princes, and princesses for major occasions.
The court etiquette of these people was impeccable, but even if they were face to face, he had never felt the dignity that seemed to be engraved in his bones.
Even though he is wearing rags and rags, he still has an awe-inspiring aura that cannot be blasphemed in the slightest.
It was a superb aura that no amount of fine clothes could bring out.
It wasn't until today, or just now, that he discovered that it wasn't that there were no people with this aura in the world, but that he had never been able to see them before.
"I want to have a few words with Miss Jiang alone."
Yun Chan had already guessed the purpose of Mr. Carlo's backstage from the direction he looked.
There was no surprise on his face when he heard what he said, and he didn't ask any more questions. He just turned sideways and made a 'please' gesture, "Mr. Carlo, please."
Carlo nodded towards her, took two steps forward on crutches, and then suddenly stopped.
Yun Chan was stunned when he saw this. Before he could speak, he saw the old man turning around and walking to the makeup mirror on the side. He first smoothed down the few gray hair that had been blown into pieces by the wind at the show, and then After adjusting the lapel chain on the chest and the silk scarf in the pocket, he finally put down the crutch and tidied the cuffs and upper cuffs, then picked up the crutch again, turned around and continued walking in the direction where Jiang Lingxi was sitting.
Yun Chan: "..."
She was so shocked by the old man's serious attitude that she didn't know whether to follow him or not.
Yun Ping walked quietly to Yun Chan, followed his sister's gaze, and asked in a low voice: "Why did Mr. Carlo come backstage?"
"Meet Ling Xi."
Yun Ping couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and boldly speculated, "Ling Xi's performance at the show just now was indeed amazing. Does this old man also have a crush on her? If true, it would definitely be a good thing for Ling Xi. .”
Yun Chan nodded slightly in agreement.
At the same time, I silently added in my heart: I'm afraid there's more.
The scene of the old man solemnly arranging his hair and clothes in front of the makeup mirror just now still stayed in her mind.
It’s almost like preparing to go to an audience!
While the two were talking, they saw that Mr. Carlo had reached a distance of more than one meter to Jiang Lingxi's right hand side and stopped.
Jiang Lingxi also put down the empty paper cup in her hand and turned to look at him.
I saw the old man holding the crutch in his left hand, raising his right hand and placing it on his heart, with his fingers slightly clasped. There was no perfunctory or wrong etiquette standard, "Ms. Jiang."
The two Yun sisters who also saw this gift not far away took a deep breath in unison.
"Sister, you have been around the world longer than me. What does this etiquette mean?"
"I..." Yun Chan paused for a moment before replying in a low voice, "I once attended a high-level international banquet, the kind that even princes and princesses from some imperial countries would attend. I have seen something similar. But I’m not sure if it’s the same one.”
Jiang Lingxi had already stood up.
Although she didn't understand what this etiquette meant, she could feel Mr. Carlo's attitude at the moment.
It was different from the way the elders looked at the juniors in the show stands with some admiration. It was the look down upon from the superiors to the inferiors.
But now there is more respect, and the eyes are level.
"Mr. Carlo, are you looking for me?"
"Yes, I'm here to say a few words to you. I hope I won't disturb your rest."
Seeing that the girl in front of him was not flattered at all, she calmly accepted his sudden visit, and she still responded to it calmly, neither humble nor overbearing. Carlo smiled broadly, and he had indeed seen the right person.
"It's just a walk around the catwalk, I'm not tired at all." Jiang Lingxi moved a chair from the side with one hand, "Please sit down."
When Carlo sat down, she sat down again and waited quietly for the old man in front of her to speak.
Carlo rarely considered what he was going to say, and then he slowly spoke: "I have been studying the culture of your country in the past few years. The more I study, the more fascinated I become. This is why I accepted Yun Chan's invitation to come here this time. The reason for watching the show. Three years ago, I saw an incomplete dragon robe in a museum. At that moment, I felt that the dragon robe had a soul and gave me a wonderful inspiration. I grabbed With this inspiration, I designed a piece of clothing that is the pinnacle of my life.”
Jiang Lingxi listened carefully and looked at the enthusiasm on Mr. Carlo's face, "Congratulations."
"Thank you," Carlo said, "but I have never been able to find someone who can display it perfectly. After all, clothes are just clothes, and they are only complete when worn by the right person."
Jiang Lingxi already had a guess when she heard this.
After all, he couldn't just come to her to share his design process.
"Until I saw you on the runway. Miss Jiang, the aura you showed on the runway perfectly matched the person I imagined."
"I would like to formally invite you to attend the International Fashion Ceremony in one month as my honored guest. I just wonder if Ms. Jiang is available?"
Jiang Lingxi narrowed her eyes slightly.
She still remembers this international fashion celebration, after all, it was so short ago.
It seems that Jinghuai's manager Li Yuwen once promised that if she can help Jinghuai appear in "Heritage", she will be given a place as a guest female companion at an international fashion festival.
But she flatly rejected him, and Tong Yue felt sorry for it.
Unexpectedly, it has now taken a turn for the worse.
If Tong Yue knew, he would be very happy, and even if he didn't have time, he would be able to reschedule time for her.
Moreover, she remembered that Chongyin and Meishuiqing's base camp was also the place where the grand ceremony was held.
Maybe we can take this opportunity to go and meet for a while.
"My pleasure!"
(End of chapter)
