In the seven years since Weng Meiling came to the UK, except for two years of preparatory studies at Cambridge University, she put all her thoughts on fashion design. Feng Yifeng is also very curious about this, because when she was in Hong Kong, he
I was once asked what she wanted to do in the future, but Ong Meiling's answer was to study science and was determined to be admitted to the University of Hong Kong to study medical school. But what she is studying now is basically the opposite of her original ideal and has nothing to do with it.
Feng Yifeng also asked her about this, and Nannan's answer was: "After I came to Europe, I saw those beautiful foreign clothes and the people wearing these fashions. They all enjoy all kinds of clothes and all kinds of clothes."
The colorful clothes bring them different feelings. So after that, my dream became to have beautiful designs, high quality, and a variety of clothes. If everyone could wear the clothes I designed, then
What a wonderful thing.”
Feng Yifeng, who didn't know much about clothing, didn't understand the philosophy of a fashion designer at all. In his opinion, clothes just fit well and don't look exaggerated. However, he had no intention of correcting Nannan's change of mind. He had always been
They support her in everything she does.
But this time he proposed to get married, but Weng Meiling was a little reluctant, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. From the time he met her, to the two of them eating the forbidden fruit, he had long regarded Weng Meiling as his forbidden love, and had no intention of doing anything.
People can snatch her away from him, not even gods. But in seven years, has she changed her mind? Feng Yifeng doesn't believe this. He knows that there must be her reasons, and he wants to know
, but Weng Meiling was always squeaky and refused to answer directly, which made the two of them a little unhappy after meeting again.
At night, Feng Yifeng did not stay in Weng Meiling's room. He sat alone on a bench in the garden. This bench was convenient for his uncle Chen Jing to move here. He used to sit here, observe the passers-by, and pick up his own clothes.
The brushes used to describe each person's different expressions and movements. In Weng Meiling's room, there are many sketches of her at different ages and periods. These were all drawn by Chen Jing for his niece.
"Why don't you go and have a rest? You've been on a plane all day today. Are you very tired?" At some point, uncle Chen Jing appeared behind Feng Yifeng with his drawing board, but he actually had nothing.
Know.
"Uncle, I can't sleep. Why do you come out to draw tonight? Can you sketch and sketch at night?" Feng Yifeng asked curiously when he saw the drawing board in Chen Jing's hand.
Chen Jing did not answer. He sat next to Feng Yifeng with his drawing board in his arms, looking at the quiet streets and the sky full of stars. Many insects came out to be active in the dead of night. There were actually some fireflies flying among the gardens.
A tranquil and peaceful artistic conception. Although London is now one of the world's famous big cities, there is not much nightlife. Except for the famous red light districts and streets lined with famous stores, there are very few pedestrians on the streets in most residential areas.
, except for the occasional patrolman and drunken night owl passing by.
Chen Jing could see that Feng Yifeng's condition today was not very good. It might have something to do with his niece, but he couldn't say much about such young men and women. He handed the drawing board in his hand to Feng Yifeng and said, "See for yourself
, these are the paintings I have painted for Nannan in the past few months, many of them were painted according to her requirements, and they may contain the answers you need." After speaking, he stood up, patted Feng Yifeng on the shoulder and continued: "
I know that you and Nannan truly love each other, and neither my sister nor your family will object to the things between you. But Nannan is the kind of independent girl, and she doesn’t want to live in your arms all her life.
She had nothing to do and could only stay at home to support her husband and raise children. She worked hard to work as an assistant design in the company of the famous British designer Charles. This was what many of her classmates dreamed of, but she was the only one to obtain this qualification.
.You may not know that after she received the notice, she was very happy to come back for a few days. She even called the United States to share this joy with you. However, you were not there at the time, and she was lost for a long time. How she was
I hope I can get your support and encouragement, and I hope you can wear the clothes she designed."
Feng Yifeng didn't listen much to his uncle's words. He was already attracted by the many sketches on the drawing board. Without exception, the contents on the plain surface were all portraits of Weng Meiling, but they were pictures of her wearing different styles of clothing in different backgrounds.
Painting. Moreover, many of the styles of these clothes are different from those currently popular in Europe. Some are modified based on existing clothes, and some are completely new styles. Each is different, but each has its own beauty.
Chen Jing had already left, leaving only Feng Yifeng still holding the drawing board. With the help of the faint light in the garden, he looked at each painting again and again. Although it was just a sketch, you could see from the paintings that he was wearing these clothes.
Weng Meiling, smiling broadly and proudly. This kind of smile is hard to see in ordinary times. How can I put it? It is the kind of smile that is full of confidence, vitality, and subjective will. It does not have the kind of coquettishness when Feng Yifeng is around him and everything is dominated by him.
attitude.
He gradually began to understand that Weng Meiling was also a person with subjective will. She was not the kind of walking corpse without thoughts and will. She had her own dreams and things she wanted to do. But around Feng Yifeng, everything was ignored.
He made arrangements so that no matter where he went, what he ate, or what he did, she didn't have to worry about it, leaving her no room to exert herself.
Feng Yifeng, who understood, finally showed a knowing smile on his face. "Silly girl, what can't you tell me directly? Am I going to stop you from what you like? No matter what you do or what you like,
I will support you unconditionally and stand by your side to encourage you. As long as I see your lovely smile, I will be satisfied."
She closed the drawing board and looked at the light in Weng Meiling's room that had not been extinguished. Feng Yifeng knew that now she should find a cute little baby who didn't dare to tell the truth to her. She felt uncomfortable thinking about it. After all, her beloved people didn't understand.
If you accept what you have done, what else is there to be happy about?
Gently pushing the door open, I saw Nannan wearing a thin nightgown, sitting at the desk in a daze, unconsciously turning a paintbrush in her hand. This kind of paintbrush is specially used for sketching. She used to design clothes.
She used it when she was in school, and now it has become a tool for her to relieve boredom. On the desk, there are many photos of Feng Yifeng over the years, some of which were in school uniforms, and some of which were taken while traveling in the United States, Canada and the United Kingdom.
However, without exception, these photos are taken with Feng Yifeng, and they are all full of warm smiles and sunshine.
In addition, in the jewelry box on one side, there are many earrings of various materials and styles that Feng Yifeng collected from all over the world. These earrings were specially made by Feng Yifeng for others or herself because she knew she liked to wear them.
I bought it myself so that she can match it with different clothes.
On the bookcase next to it, there are all the portraits that Chen Jing sketched for her, from childhood to adulthood, as if describing her different changes at different ages. Feng Yifeng has seen these sketches more than once, and
He was also watching many sketches at the scene. But now there are many new portraits. In them, Weng Meiling has long curly hair with a shawl, neatly combed on both shoulders, showing that she has grown up.
, have learned to dress up.
Tiptoeing up behind Weng Meiling, she was also completely unaware. The brush was still turning, her eyes were just staring at the contract in front of her. Feng Yifeng looked over and saw that it was written in English. It turned out to be the designer.
Charles' company signed a contract as an assistant designer. As long as she signed her name, she would officially become an assistant designer, taking a solid first step towards becoming a fashion designer in the future.
"What are you still thinking about? If you like it, go for it. Your brother Xiao Fengzi is not only your safest harbor, but also your husband. Do I have to stop my wife from whatever she likes?"
Pressing on Nannan's shoulders, he said softly.
"Wow!" Weng Meiling almost jumped up when someone suddenly pressed her shoulders. If she hadn't heard Feng Yifeng speak, she might have started screaming.
"What did you just say? Can you say it again?" Because she was frightened, Weng Meiling couldn't hear clearly what Feng Yifeng was saying.
He said what he just said again, turned Weng Meiling around, picked her up, which was not very heavy, and carried her to the bed to sit down, but Weng Meiling was sitting in his arms. "I'm sorry, I let you
I feel embarrassed. I shouldn’t impose my will on you based on my wishful thinking. You have your own ideals and will. I want you to be yourself in the future. Whatever you like or want to do, I won’t do it.
To stop you, or to support you and encourage you to the maximum extent, whatever you like."
"Husband, you are the best man in the world. I love you to death." The excited Weng Meiling was a little carried away. She jumped up from Feng Yifeng's arms and looked at her with endless love in her big and smart eyes.
Feng Yifeng.
The two people's lips came into contact, as if they were the north and south poles, sucking their lips together tightly. Feng Yifeng habitually stretched out his tongue, and drove straight in, swimming into Weng Meiling's mouth.
The distance between them is getting closer and closer, their lips are entangled tighter and tighter, their hands seem to be caressing each other's body inadvertently, and they are holding each other tighter and tighter.
Stroking Weng Meiling's exquisite and soft body with his hands, he engraved her figure deeply into his heart. From her round shoulders to her slender waist, from her slender waist to her perky buttocks, her body is so beautiful.
The beauty is so fascinating! Feeling Feng Yifeng's fiery gaze, Weng Meiling was already embarrassed. She stretched out her hands and peeled off Weng Meiling's clothes, and then her own. At this time, Weng Meiling had completely closed her eyes.
Eyes, she knew that her body was being looked at by Feng Yifeng, and the skin all over her body turned crimson, and her body trembled slightly. Feng Yifeng, who couldn't bear it anymore, finally threw herself on Weng Meiling. She just had time to say "嘤四"
, was once again blocked by Feng Yifeng's passionate kiss. The sound of gasping and moaning gradually began to sound in the room, and he accepted the joy shyly and tactfully, so that he was made to cry tactfully, and the whole room was full of spring for a while!
When the wind stopped and the rain stopped, Feng Yifeng felt drunk both physically and mentally. He had loved Weng Meiling several times, and when he could no longer accept the ravage, he was reluctant to let go, and finally injected the essence of life into the body of the woman in his arms. They
They all looked very peaceful, and there was a light warm atmosphere in the room. Feng Yifeng hugged Weng Meiling, hugged her round and delicate shoulders, gave her a light peck on the forehead, and let her lean on his chest safely, using
His hands slowly caressed her body. They had not been together for a long time, and they both cherished this rare warmth. Their love for each other was infinitely sublimated at this time, reaching the point where silence was better than sound.
When you see each other's eyes and lines, you already know what the other person is thinking.