The decoration of the main venue was handed over to Dianqing Decoration Company under Chi Yanchen. M Li was responsible for the invitation of guests, while Ye Mingqian stepped up his time to produce Aishang's excellent styles and put them on the show stage.
"We still need a main wedding dress."
Since its establishment, Aishang has focused on wedding dresses. At this time, it must design a stunning wedding dress style to be able to compete with M Li's show.
Ye Mingqian put aside all trivial tasks and devoted all his energy to design.
"Dr. Ye, please take a break. You have been huddled on the workbench for a week. Apart from eating and sleeping, you just take a pen and paper and start drawing."
After refilling Ye Mingqian's coffee again, Wu Xinxin held the coffee pot with worry on her face.
"There are still two months left, and I can't even draw the first draft. I'm afraid I won't be able to make it by that day." Ye Mingqian shook off the pen and turned his sore wrist. His fingers were thinly calloused from holding the pen for a long time.
This week, apart from showing her face in front of Huo Jili to make her presence felt, the rest of the time she spent time with her family and Aishang.
"Why don't you use a tablet to draw? You can lie on the sofa and at least it's not so hard." Wu Xinxin put the tablet she was holding in front of Ye Mingqian.
"I like the feeling of the pen tip falling on the paper. The rustling of each stroke in my ears is like music to drive away my boredom."
She took a sip of coffee and threw the painting she had just finished into the trash can.
"Why did you throw it away again?"
Wu Xinxin went to pick it up distressedly, but Ye Mingqian stopped her, "Don't keep any scraps of paper."
I don’t know which version of the manuscript was scrapped. She obviously had a lot of ideas in her mind, but she couldn’t draw them. The final draft looked completely unfamiliar to her.
"Wu Xinxin, are you okay now?" Ye Mingqian rubbed her temples and closed her painful eyes.
"Ah, I'll leave right away. I won't disturb Dong Ye while you find inspiration."
Wu Xinxin thought she was chasing someone away, so she hurriedly put down the coffee pot and started to leave, but was stopped in her tracks.
"Let's chat and let me relax."
It’s time to relax your tense nerves, otherwise you won’t be able to draw good works.
"Okay, Director Ye." Wu Xinxin sat aside obediently, with her knees together and her hands crossed awkwardly on them.
"Is it your first day to meet me? You're still so nervous." Ye Mingqian couldn't help but smile when he saw her being so nervous.
Wu Xinxin scratched her head in embarrassment, "I just recalled everything I did recently in my mind, for fear of making mistakes somewhere."
"It's just a casual chat, don't be nervous." Ye Mingqian took a long breath to release the pent-up energy in his chest.
She told Wu Xinxin about Li Chengxi's hidden design concept and the current design direction.
"You have been in the company for so long and have a certain basic understanding of fashion design. How do you think I should present what I have in mind?"
What she needs is something that can remind people of warm sunshine and happy innocence at a glance.
"It can not only show warmth but also make people think of children? Isn't that annoying? When my little nephew cries, ten cows can't coax him." Wu Xinxin looked confused after hearing Ye Mingqian's description. All I could think of was the buzzing sound of a child crying.
"You are such a naughty child." Ye Mingqian said helplessly: "I mean the innocent childlike innocence of a cute human cub who doesn't know anything about the world."
Wu Xinxin's head was full of questions, "Dr. Ye, when did you become so philosophical when you spoke?"
"Forget it."
Ye Mingqian ended the arrogant conversation with Wu Xinxin and said, "Go and do your work. Except for a few ministers, I will not see anyone else."
After dismissing Wu Xinxin, she fell tiredly on the sofa chair. The cold touch of the leather made her feel uncomfortable.
"Warmth and innocence."
Ye Mingqian put his hand on his forehead and muttered these words.
She remembered, on the eve of her birthday when she turned eighteen.
In a cozy room filled with dolls, her mother held a half-finished dress and compared the size on her body.
"Did mom make this for Qian Qian?" She stroked the material and pouted dissatisfiedly: "The color is too plain."
She was eighteen years old that year. In previous years, her birthday dresses were all made by her mother herself. As an adult, eighteen years old was no exception.
"My little princess is getting more and more beautiful as she grows older. Can she wear an off-white dress for her birthday this year?" In my impression, my mother never spoke loudly, but spoke in an elegant and gentle voice.
"I don't like this color, warm red, elegant blue, bright yellow, which color is not more beautiful than this." She was not happy to be someone else's foil at the dance.
"Because little baby Qianqian is mother's light, which can dispel all the gloom, just like this off-white dress, as beautiful and gentle as the sun in winter."
"If I don't want it, just don't wear it!"
"don't want!"
Ye Mingqian opened his eyes quickly.
It's a dream.
She was so tired that she went to bed.
"It's not a dream."
It's memory.
Ye Mingqian fell back again, covering her face with her hands, tears flowing down her fingers.
"Mother."
That off-white dress remained a half-finished product until her mother's death, and was eventually destroyed in the fire at Zhou's house.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been willful."
Ye Mingqian was so sad that she couldn't breathe when she thought about what happened that day. She didn't want to face what happened six years ago.
Maintaining this posture for a long time, she slowly put down her hand and stood up numbly.
The moment I got the pen, I drew the off-white dress in my mind like a god.
One shoulder, M-shaped upper body, large flowing skirt, waistband with a giant bow, and two tails hanging down.
The off-white color is bright and warm, and the girdle is a very bright red. The style of the entire skirt is somewhere between that of a girl and that of an adult woman, yet mixed with each other.
Ye Mingqian thought for a while, and then added embroidery of the sun and moon to the ends of the two ribbons of the bow, exactly one pattern on each side.
"You are the one."
The creation over the past few days has finally come to a conclusion. She wants to use her mother's original dress as the finale of the fashion show.
"It was created by my mother and I together."
Ye Mingqian stroked the lines drawn on the manuscript with a nostalgic look.
Did your mother draw the design like this back then?
Tuk-tuk-tuk.
There was a sudden knock on the studio door, interrupting her memories.
"Please come in." Ye Mingqian calmed down.
"Director Ye, Dianqing has sent the final plan for the Sky Dome main venue. I have sent your email and there are some details about the location that I want to talk to you about."
He Biqing walked in with his laptop and was stunned when he saw the design drawings on the table.
"Is this 'Warm Sun in Winter'?" He excitedly ran over and picked up the design draft.
