She is probably the tallest woman Yoko has ever seen. One meter and eighty, many Japanese men do n’t have this height, but she has a proud gene since birth. However, she has not become an athlete like her parents. The road, instead, chose the fashion career that parents are against. She looks so tall that she can't get a touch of weakness. It is because she chose this path that Yangzi can now rely on her long and slender body. The strong waist is Yangzi's favorite hug. Both hands Around the waist that is much longer than the average woman, she leaned her head and leaned completely on her thigh. Her bottom was completely cold regardless of the floor. In short, she liked it.
Yangzi is one of her designers. After joining the clothing company she opened seven years ago, she devoted herself to the road of co-creation with her. The world ’s T Typhoon show was privately used as a landmark for fashion. It's like drawing road signs on the global map, one by one, the goals are moving forward.
Yangzi was originally clever, but she was stupid when she met her, because Yangzi had forgotten the time. Year after year, she never felt the passage of time. She only remembered to hold the show again and again, and broke into a show. In another design competition, they would always get together. Only two people sent away all the employees of the company, and then took a taxi to go for a ride, either staying in the dark night leaning bar for one night or crazy Going to the nightclubs, nightly places in the city, after they go, Yangzi can only remember her smiling face silly, the enlarged smiling face is in front of her eyes, and then she habitually pinches her slender waist, Maybe it's because of happiness, Yang Zi's forehead will be kissed by her for a long time, but forehead. Yangzi always ignores something, which has nothing to do with her career. Yangzi always forgets her own affairs, causing her to be the only woman in the world. For a long time, she dreams back at midnight, and the moment the morning sun falls on the pillow, she is habitual. I felt the quilt and felt like her waist, but there was no sense of flexibility. After complaining a little, the first thing I did when I returned to the company was to circle the person, hold the waist, and remember this forcefully. Real feeling. Over time, the clothes designed by Yangzi gradually became unique, and the unique woman could wear the flavor, just like it was specially created for her.
Yangzi is shrewd in her career and daring in design. Her boundless thoughts and creations suddenly woke up one day. Why is there only one person left, and a woman with a height of eight meters in front of her head? The thinking in her revolves around her alone, her design style has changed from the initial change to the professional field, the person is still the same, the gentle and capable female image, the beautiful conversation, leading the company to the world stage style ... … Gradually, Yangzi integrated her into the pen, like flesh and blood, every stroke of painting has her taste.
She knows this is not good, her world should be endless.
In the twelfth year, the traditional parents recalled the daughter who stayed in Milan to find a tall marriage for the tall daughter. The next year, she whispered to Yangzi, can I get married?
Yangzi was surprised, and it was time for you.
The next year, Yangzi applied for early retirement, still in the name of that person's company, but no longer woke up in the early morning in the morning, surrounded by the soft quilt on her body, she knew that some habits should be quit.
When she left alone in Milan, she had developed a habit. When she got out of bed and stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, she could see the greenery outside when the breeze blew the off-white curtains. Start brushing, and habitually make a few strokes on the blank drawing paper on the drawing board. This is the case every day. For a long time, there will be a portrait on each page. The person in the painting, wearing a wedding dress, stares intently at somewhere, smiling. Not so open-minded, deliberately, deliberately painting her unhappy.
I love the scenery outside the window so much, because the Yinyin grass always fixes the scenery when the off-white curtains are lifted by the breeze. The monotonous picture, like her dry mind, is always only one person.
I don't know how long this thoughtful day lasted. That person's honeymoon went, just like the map with Yangzi who planned a global runway show, and the pair went around the world.
When the woman stepped into Yoko's room again, she stepped on the golden sunset powder and a snow-white professional suit. She was still elegant, soft, and the deep smile inside Yangzi appeared in front of the latter like an illusion, smiling and saying, Afraid of her loneliness, she left her husband to accompany her. Yoko thought it was a dream, and grabbed the dress stupidly, clenching it tightly, his knuckles hurt.
It is undeniable that when she appeared, Yangzi's design inspiration came back. This person, who knew Yangzi's circle, knew her center of gravity. When she took hold of Yangzi's other delicate hand holding a paintbrush, , She said, together, the fragments of the setting sun are beautiful, shattered and sprinkled on the back of Yangzi through light and shadow, and Yangzi is silent, and time will not flow backwards. She considers herself not a victim, not a restrainer, but her face To this person, she was more helpless.
Postscript: The piece that suddenly appeared in my mind, the whole woman in the full-year Mi Nian professional attire appeared so clearly in the noble woman's eyes. In Yang Zi's unconscious obsession, she had forgotten too many important things. This woman is a bondage to her career. I would rather not have this career. If it is the center of my inner flow, would I, like Yangzi, forget the time, forget myself, and make another person my first Had to be deeply engraved into life, and then unable to survive the curse-like life? Tonight is very suitable to listen to the song "Let go" nn.