Chapter 53 Nightmare I had to interrupt her and said, "Be good, tell me everything you want to say when you come back. Now close your eyes and go to sleep." What answered him was Wen Si's breathing which had become even. Jiang Zhihuai: “…” Maybe this is the legendary falling asleep in one second. He burst into laughter. The key is that Wen Si just slept, his body still maintaining the side-lying position when he was chatting with him, and the phone was still held firmly in his hand. The camera was facing her sleeping face. Jiang Zhihuai had nothing to do anyway, so he didn't hang up the phone in a hurry. Instead, he admired her sleeping face with interest. The affair three years ago was completely spur-of-the-moment. After waking up, the heroine disappeared out of thin air just like Cinderella in the fairy tale. All that was left was a filled-in check and a sticky note with five stars on it.
So it was the first time he had the chance to observe her while she was sleeping. On the phone screen, she was lying in soft, fluffy bedding with her eyes closed. The thick and curled eyelashes were like two tired black butterflies, quietly and obediently resting on her eyelids. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and I wonder what sweet dream he was having. Before Jiang Zhihuai could guess the content of her dream, he heard her steady breathing suddenly become rapid, and two blushes appeared on her fair face. He was humming something in his mouth, which sounded like unconscious dream talk, but also like... A moan that was suppressed but was shattered. Jiang Zhihuai was stunned. I thought I was overthinking it, and before I could condemn my own nastiness, I heard her whimpering like a wounded animal. The voice was so tender and soft that he couldn't help but recall that night three years ago. It was clearly her who took the initiative to come to him and flirted with him in every way. Before he even started to exert his strength, she was already blinking her tearful eyes and crying. It made him feel very difficult and caught in a dilemma. He had no choice but to kiss away the tears from the corners of her eyes and whisper coaxingly in her ears while moving with difficulty. How did she beg for mercy from him? "Jiang Zhihuai...don't...don't..." "We...can't..." No, at that time, she didn’t even know his name! Jiang Zhihuai suddenly woke up and looked at the beauty who was in a nightmare on the phone screen.
Her ink-stained eyebrows were tightly knitted, and she was calling his name over and over again: "Jiang Zhihuai... Jiang Zhihuai... Don't..." So, the beautiful dream she was having was about him? interesting. As she struggled more and more violently, the phone that had been tightly held in her hand slipped to the ground. After a dizzying moment, the picture on Jiang Zhihuai's phone turned into the ceiling in the hotel room. The mumbling sounds gradually calmed down with this fierce resistance. Only the sound of even and steady breathing remained. Jiang Zhihuai's Adam's apple rolled up and down, but he could not suppress the heat in his heart. After speaking softly into the microphone of the phone, he said in a hoarse and charming voice with a smile: "Good night, baby." Then he hung up the video and went straight to the dormitory. The garden was still too hot in the summer, and he urgently needed to take a cold shower to cool down. …… The designers and guest performers who have made smooth progress have already returned to the hotel to sleep, while the designers and guest performers who have encountered obstacles everywhere are still working hard in their small tents in the desert. Due to limited funds, George finally chose cheap garbage bags as the fabric for his clothing. He plans to stack colorful garbage bags together, preferably to cover the models, and use the shocking scene of garbage flooding to warn people that environmental protection is urgent. It's a pity that the ideal is very full and the reality is very skinny. I don’t know if it’s because the texture of the garbage bags is too poor, or if there’s something wrong with the way he stacked them, but the garments he made don’t have any of the artistic feel that should be in the design drawings. Instead, they look like a piece of garbage no matter how you look at them. Or it’s the kind that is filled with daily waste, leftover food, and children’s feces and urine that will rot and stink! Surrounded by the mountains of garbage bags, he looked like a large pile of garbage that had been pickled with flavor. How could he tolerate this when he had been going smoothly all the time? "Fuck! fuck! fuck!" George cursed loudly and tore the garbage bag in his hand into pieces. Wen Yu, who was dozing off in a pile of garbage bags, was so frightened that she woke up suddenly, but she didn't even dare to make a sound. George in life and George in work are two completely different people. In real life, he is just like the prince charming in her fantasy, tall and handsome, gentle and considerate, humorous and witty... It deserves all the beautiful adjectives in the world! But once he gets into working mode, he becomes like a possessed villain. He becomes irritable and easily angered. He slams tables and smashes benches at every turn, just like a violent maniac with bipolar tendencies! Maybe this is a common problem among artists. Wen Yu comforted herself silently in her heart. At the same time, I asked him, "What's wrong, dear?" "I feel like I'm just a piece of useless trash, and everything I make is trash!" George hugged his head in pain, and in a second he went from a manic state to a depressed state of self-abandonment. "How could that be?" Wen Yu held him in her arms, even though he looked so huge after curling up. Although she couldn't see how such a large pile of eye-catching garbage bags could be artistic, it didn't stop her from lying with her eyes open: "I think what you did is quite unique."
"No! You don't understand! You like my designs just because you like me! But I want more than just your likes. I also want all fashion connoisseurs to like my works, and all fashion buyers to bid for my works!" "I want to win the championship, I want to go to Paris Fashion Week, I want to be a world-famous fashion designer, this has always been my dream, I have waited for this day for too long, I can't wait any longer, do you understand?" Wen Yu nodded, "I understand." George: "No, you don't understand. I just sneaked into the other designers' tents and found that all their designs are better than mine." "Especially Zhao Shuwan. She has always been ranked lower than me, but this time she unexpectedly made a comeback and became the first. How did she do that?" When George thought of Zhao Shuwan's series of exquisite designs that made his eyes light up, he became jealous to the point of going crazy, and his words became more and more outspoken: "It must be her guest performer who is helping her! The woman named Wen Si! But your last name is Wen too, so why can't you help me too?" Wen Yu was left speechless by his questioning. She really wanted to say that people are different. Although they had the same surname and the same blood, Wen Si was born the eldest daughter of the Wen family. (End of this chapter)
