The soft white moonlight of the paranoid gangster at 80

"I didn't expect your work to be selected." After speaking, Xu Jingmei motioned for her to drink tea.

After she drank tea, Xu Jingmei picked up a stack of photos on the table and handed them to her.

"These photos are all through auditions. I think there are more potential works. You can see the gap between yourself and these works."

Ruan lowered his head slightly, carefully flipping through the photos one by one.

Every time she looked at one, her mood became even more depressed.

The creativity of each of these selected works is amazing. Element collocation, line cutting, and use of color are far superior to her works in all aspects.

Compared with these mature works, she is like a fledgling primary school student.

Compared with these people, she is far, far behind.

"How about it, can you feel the gap between your works and these works?"

Ruan nodded lightly, how light he was when he came here, but how heavy he is now.

She even wondered if her choice of fashion design was a mistake, she was not made for this line of work at all.

As if seeing her broken mood, Xu Jingmei smiled and said, "These I selected are the best ones selected, and most of the designers who designed these works are fashion designers with rich experience in the industry. You are just a student. It’s normal for them to be no match for those who have just started to get in touch with this industry.”

Xu Jingmei's comfort made Ruan Qingqing feel a little relieved.

Later, Xu Jingmei also unceremoniously pointed out the shortcomings in her works, "...in addition to lack of experience, your experience and vision also lead to the mediocre works you design. If you don't want to break through your own In this life, you can only be an ordinary fashion designer and design some ordinary clothes. If you just want to make a living from this profession, that's enough."

"If you want to improve, become an excellent designer, or even achieve something in the design industry, you have to go out to the trend-setting western countries and learn their advanced fashion culture."

-

Seeing Ruan Weiwei's frowning face, Zhou Qing couldn't help feeling worried for her.

"Qingan, have you thought about it? It will take two years to go there, and you will not be able to come back until you graduate."

Ruan gently retorted subconsciously: "You can also come back to visit relatives during the holidays."

Zhou Qing blinked, "So, you have already decided to apply for the exchange student qualification? But I think that Jiang Chen of your family is so attached to you that he may not agree to you to go."

Ruan Weiwei was annoyed by this too, and she herself was actually very reluctant to leave.

She wasn't around for two years, what if he was abducted by other girls halfway?
Knowing that she was worried about this, Zhou Qing said directly: "Jiang Chen is even more afraid that you will be abducted by those handsome blond-haired, blue-eyed, white-skinned guys abroad."

Ruan gently couldn't help laughing, "No, I don't like blonde hair and blue eyes."

She only likes people with black hair and black eyes, such as Jiang Chen.

"If you think about it now, maybe you were assimilated in the past, and you came back with a full head of golden hair."

Ruan gently imagined his golden hair, waved his hands again and again, "My dad will definitely be mad, I guess the house won't let me in."

In the evening, Ruan gently sat on the sofa and waited for the hour hand to point to eight o'clock.

She and Jiang Chen made an agreement to talk on the phone at [-] o'clock every night.

Usually every time this time comes, she is full of anticipation and joy, but today her heart is full of apprehension and entanglement.

"Jingle Bell--"

Hearing the phone ring, Ruan calmed down slightly before answering it.

It was Jiang Chen calling.

The two chatted about the trivial matters of life through the phone line. Although Ruan Qingwei tried to act nonchalantly, Jiang Chen could still hear that her mood was not right.

"Sister, are you in a bad mood?"

Ruan lightly twisted the phone line with his fingers, and replied softly, "A little bit, I didn't pass the audition for the design competition I participated in last time."

"This only shows that the jury has no vision. If I were to be a judge, my sister would definitely be No.1."

Although Jiang Chen's thoughts were very naive, Ruan Qingqing was still amused by success, "Fortunately, you are not a judge, otherwise this competition will be over."

"Jiang Chen."

"Sister, I'm listening, you speak."

Ruan let out a sigh of relief, "When you come back, I want to discuss something with you."

"Now is also okay."

"I haven't thought about it yet, I'll think about it again."

In fact, it's not that I didn't think about it, I just didn't want him to be distracted and affected.

In her heart, his career is also very important and should not be affected by her.

"Okay, then I'll be back early."

"There's no need to be in such a hurry."

"I miss you and want to see you soon."

Ruan Qingqing couldn't help laughing, and she felt a little depressed when she smiled.

If she really went to study abroad, it would be difficult for the two of them to make phone calls like they are now.

-

Ruan Dahai didn't support Ruan Qingqing's study abroad.

His daughter has been by his side since he was a child, and he has never even stepped out of the province. This trip is thousands of miles away to the other side of the ocean. In case something happens, he can't fly over even if he has wings.

For Ruan Dahai, all he wants is for his daughter to live a happy and peaceful life.

But he couldn't harden his heart to stop his daughter's studies. After much deliberation, he decided to let Jiang Chen be the villain.

-

Ruan Qingwen returned to the door of his new home, and when he took out the key to open the door, he suddenly felt someone approaching behind him.

Before she could turn around, her eyes were covered.

The familiar breath and the warmth of the palm covering her eyes made her feel at ease quickly.

"Jiang Chen, I know it's you!" The voice was full of joy that she didn't even realize.

Pulling down the big hand over the eyes, as soon as he turned around, he was embraced by the person behind him.

The weather was already cold, and the boy was tainted with a cold breath, submerging Ruan gently.

She was so happy that she carried herself away, lying in the other's arms and asked sullenly, "When did you come back? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Just arrived, as soon as I got off the train."

Jiang Chen rubbed his chin on top of her head affectionately, and his deep voice was hoarse with tiredness, "Sister, I miss you so much, how about you?"

"I miss you as well."

Ruan Qingqing responded to him with a blushing face, her heart was like honey spreading.

Jiang Chen was not satisfied with this answer. He let go of him, bent down slightly, and fixedly looked at her with his dark and deep eyes, which were so hot that they seemed to melt her.

"elder sister."

"Didn't you ask me before, what do you want?"

"I figured out what I want."

Ruan gently asked subconsciously: "What is it?"

"lightly."

Ruan Weiwei thought he was calling her, and just as she opened her mouth to answer, a fiery, hot kiss landed on her lips.

lightly.

dear.

Ah, finally!

From naming the heroine Qingqing, it was for this day. . . . .