The night after returning from Disneyland, An Zhisu was inspired. He revised the design draft that had been delayed for several days to a satisfactory level overnight, and happily sent it to Guan Peihua's house the next day, asking her to check it out.
Guan Peihua has been waiting for An Zhisu's design draft. She knows that An Zhisu is busy recently and has never urged her. Today she can send the design draft, which is what Guan Peihua has been looking forward to for a long time.
"Professor Guan." An Zhisu couldn't wait to take out the design draft that he had revised overnight and gave Guan Peihua guidance: "I just revised this last night. Professor Guan, please take a look."
Guan Peihua took the design draft with a smile and opened it for review with anticipation.
An Zhisu was a little nervous. It felt like she had gone back to many years ago, when she was Guan Peihua's student. She felt like this every time she handed in an assignment. She was confident in her work, but she was worried that the teacher wouldn't like it.
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Guan Peihua stared closely at the design draft in her hand, and An Zhisu stared closely at Guan Peihua's expression. When she saw the expression on her face slowly turning serious, her heart slowly sank, and she had a bad feeling.
"Professor Guan, are you dissatisfied?" An Zhisu asked softly.
Guan Peihua put down the design draft, looked at An Zhisu deeply, and said after a while: "I'm not dissatisfied, your design is very good. If it is put into production, it will definitely become the sales champion of the season.
However, what we are participating in this time is an international design competition. The winning works will be exhibited in the Costume Museum. Where is the museum? It is a place where representative and significant things are stored.
This means that your work must not only catch people's attention, but also have collection significance. The style of a piece of clothing can easily become outdated, but the significance of a piece of clothing can be preserved forever. This is what determines your work.
The key factor is whether it can be collected into a museum."
An Zhisu listened quietly to Guan Peihua's instructions. She was a very smart student and could always understand the teacher's instructions. It was the same at this meeting. She understood Guan Peihua's meaning almost immediately.
"Zhisu, design is not done behind closed doors. You need to go out more often to understand the customs and cultural differences of various places. You have been in a mental hospital for five years and you are still able to design works that are not out of date.
, that’s because your talent is too high. But this doesn’t mean you don’t need to go out to collect knowledge. The ancients often said that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. You should go out for a walk.” Guan Peihua added.
Guan Peihua's advice gave An Zhisu an enlightenment, as if she had finally found the reason for her recent lack of inspiration. It turned out that she had not exhausted her talents, but had been working behind closed doors for too long and needed to recharge.
An Zhisu thanked Guan Peihua solemnly: "Professor Guan, thank you for your advice."
Guan Peihua smiled and said: "You are a smart child, you can always figure it out even if I don't tell you. Go for a walk, I hope you can surprise me when you come back."
An Zhisu said goodbye from Guan's house and returned to the car. Tang Zheng asked her where she was going. An Zhisu thought for a while, took out her mobile phone and called Mu Ge, asking if Mu Ge was at home. She learned that Mu Ge
After getting home, An Zhisu asked Tang Zheng to send him to Mu Ge's house.
The car drove downstairs to Muge. An Zhisu didn't let Tang Zheng follow. He got out of the car and went upstairs. He went to the door and rang the doorbell.
Mu Ge came over to open the door for her, and An Zhi came in to change her shoes. She saw a box at the door and asked, "Are you going out?"
"On the contrary, I just came back, and I had just entered the house when you called me. What would you like to drink, coffee or tea?" Mu Ge said and walked towards the kitchen.
"Can red wine be okay?" An Zhisu didn't choose between A and B.
Mu Ge looked back at her, then nodded and asked her to go to the wine cabinet.
An Zhisu climbed listlessly onto the high chair and sat down. He glanced at the row of wine in the wine cabinet and pointed at a bottle unceremoniously: "I want to drink that bottle."
"You are as good at picking out red wine as you are at picking out men. You picked the best one here at a glance." Mu Ge joked and took down the bottle of wine that An Zhisu ordered.
An Zhisu was a little proud: "Although I know you are joking, I am very happy to hear what you said."
Mu Ge chuckled, opened the wine with a corkscrew, poured some into the decanter and let it sober up.
An Zhisu was lying on the table waiting, much like a puppy waiting to be fed, pitiful and cute.
"What's wrong?" Mu Ge knew that every time she came to him, she needed psychological counseling. The two of them were already familiar with each other, so there was no need to beat around the bush, so Mu Ge asked directly.
An Zhisu relies heavily on Mu Ge when she needs psychological counseling. At this time, her trust in Mu Ge even exceeds that of Song Jiaren. There are some things that she dare not tell her because she is afraid that Song Jiaren will be worried, but she can tell Mu Ge without restraint.
Therefore, she told Mu Ge about the design obstacles and anxieties she had recently encountered, as well as Guan Peihua's advice.
Mu Ge listened quietly to An Zhisu's words. She is a very good listener. When she is quiet, she is like air. You can feel her presence, quiet and at ease.
"Mu Ge, I'm a little confused now. Professor Guan said I need to go out for a walk, and I think I need it, but I'm also worried, what if I end up being a bad guy?" An Zhisu's anxiety disorder made her have doubts about herself.
of doubt and denial.
Mu Ge quietly handed her a glass of wine.
An Zhisu took the glass and took a sip, his dry mouth and tongue immediately relieved.
"None of us can predict the results of things that have not happened yet. So I can't give you the answer to your question. You need to find it yourself. Don't be afraid of failure, and there is no need to be afraid of failure. When Edison invented the electric light, he used more than 6,000
kinds of materials and made 70 before and after
After more than 00 experiments, I believe he must have strongly doubted himself, but the results proved that he was able to rekindle his confidence after questioning himself every time. After more than 7,000 failures, he succeeded." Mu.
Ge also took a sip of wine and poured chicken soup for her.
An Zhisu clicked his tongue: "You are really giving me chicken soup more and more."
Mu Ge chuckled twice and blinked: "Let me tell you a secret. Eighty percent of psychiatrists have read chicken soup stories that are thicker than dictionaries. If you want to hear them, I can tell you one day.
One night."
"Are you blackmailing a psychiatrist?" An Zhisu twitched the corner of his mouth.
Mu Ge shrugged, took a sip of wine and changed the subject: "So are you planning to travel?"
"Well, I decided on the way to your house." An Zhisu nodded.
"Does your Mr. Ye agree? I suggest you not to go with him." Mu Ge suggested.
"Why?" An Zhisu was still thinking of holding Ye Lancheng together.
Mu Ge rolled his eyes at her: "The spring night is short and the sun is rising. From now on, haven't the kings heard of it? You bring your husband, and your husband brings money. That's not called collecting wind, that's called honeymoon."
An Zhisu:......
What you say makes so much sense.
"If I go out to collect news by myself, Ah Cheng may not agree." An Zhisu had a headache. This was a difficult problem.
Muge spread his hands, saying that there was nothing he could do to help him.
An Zhisu racked his brains to think about how to take Ye Lancheng to bed, and he drank and drank, and accidentally got drunk.
Mu Ge shook his head, helped her go to the guest room to rest, and then sent Ye Lancheng a WeChat message, asking him to pick up his wife from her place after get off work.