Chapter    9

LB is as dark as ever, with lights and music relaxed and soothing, which is perfect for people who are busy working in the city to relax and relax.

Today is not a weekend, and there are not many LB guests. Lu Keran and He Wen sat on the locker against the wall, and this area is a smoke-free area.

She smiled apologetically at He Wen, saying that her throat was sore these days and she couldn't smell the smell of smoke.

He Wen nodded casually, expressing his disregard.

The two asked for their usual drinks. After a moment, the bar singer came. He was a young woman sitting on a small stage, holding a microphone and singing a romantic and charming English song.

He Wen listened to this song and didn't know what he thought of, his eyes were a little empty.

Every time he showed such a look, she knew he was thinking about that person again.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

Lu Keran picked up her clutch and went to the bathroom. She entered the compartment, opened the clutch, and took out a small bottle from the zipper of the secret bag.

She stared at it for a long time and finally put it in her palm.

She pulled her bag, flushed the water, walked out of the compartment and stood in front of the mirror to look at the woman inside.

After she entered LB just now, several men cast eager eyes at her.

She has always been confident in herself, but she cherishes the current situation between her and He Wen too much, so she never thought of breaking it in this way.

He is really good-looking, has a clean temperament, works hard and is motivated.

People with similar family conditions as him always have girlfriends since their school days, attend parties, and spend time shopping. They can get a lot of fun.

He is the only one who is different. He spends all his time studying, works hard and strictly demands himself. Even if there are always girls who chase each other, he never thought of letting himself have fun.

Only Jiang Weicheng is the exception.

Lu Keran gritted her teeth. It was precisely because of this that she couldn't stand it.

She has known him for so many years, and watching him grow from a pure young man to a handsome man, he is hers! Of course he should be hers!

Lu Keran took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions again, changed into a flawless expression and walked out.

After that, everything went smoothly.

After she returned to her seat, He Wen indeed left halfway and went outside to smoke for a while.

She took this opportunity, and the light at the deck was dim, so she quickly poured the things from the small bottle into his wine, and then quietly put the small bottle back into her bag.

He Wen came back after a while, and Lu Keran chatted with him casually, waiting for him to drink.

The singer on the stage finished the performance and walked down. When passing by, the girl accidentally touched the wine in a waiter's tray on the guitar in her hand, and the wine spilled Lu Keran all over.

The young girl hurriedly apologized to her. Lu Keran wanted to have an attack, but because He Wen was there, she endured it.

She got up and went to the bathroom to wipe it. After she left, the girl reached out and held He Wen's hand and took the wine glass he was about to drink.

"Sorry, the wine was spilled in it just now. I'll invite you another glass."

She patted the waiter and asked him to pour a glass of exactly the same wine and write it on her account.

The waiter was obviously very familiar with the singer girl, so he immediately went back to the bar and poured wine again.

The girl smiled at He Wen, originally hesitating whether to say something more, but her cell phone rang at this time. After answering, she changed her face and hurried back to the bar, poured the glass of wine she had replaced into the pool, then went to the locker room to pick up the items and quickly left.

Lu Keran came back quickly. She glanced before she sat down. He Wen was drinking with a glass of wine. Originally, only one-third of the wine was left.

She quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

In order to boost courage or to be more like an accident, Lu Keran not only let He Wen drink, but also drank a lot of alcohol.

On the verge of drunkenness, it would be even more like she was drunk.

He Wen called a car, took her home, and helped her into the elevator.

She leaned in his arms all the way, as if it had become soft as water.

As she was drunk, Lu Keran felt that she was really drunk. She put her waist on He Wen's waist and refused to let go, muttering about their interesting things when they were young, and she didn't want to let go of the door until she entered the apartment.

He wanted to help her sit on the sofa, but she exerted force and fell on the sofa with him.

She held his neck and smiled softly at him. She seemed to be completely drunk, but her lips approached her target little by little. However, the moment before she was about to lean on, she was suddenly pushed away by him.

She fell to the ground without any preparation and sobered up. Most of the time, the man on the sofa stood up, covered his mouth and retching, and then rushed into the bathroom.

The bathroom door was closed, and the night was quiet, and she could still hear the vomiting inside outside.

What's the meaning?

Even medicine and wine cannot make him feel confused?

Or is it that when he saw her wanting to talk to him, he became nauseous?

Lu Keran held his arm, shivered by the cold wind of the central air conditioner, and was at a loss.

H City.

The design drawing that Jiang Weicheng finally chose was her work when she graduated from college. The design was drawn to her mother in memory.

My mother passed away too early. Every time she thinks of her, she looks like when she was young, and her life will always be in the years of youth.

She missed her very much at the time, wanted to tell her that she had graduated and was doing what she liked, and even hoped that she could wear the clothes she designed.

Later, this work entitled "Hope" was created.

In accordance with the competition requirements, she used "Hope" as the main design picture, making a little more touching brushwork, highlighting her personal creativity and artistic style, and extending two other design drawings with more commercial value and market potential in the same series. After making the renderings of this set of pictures, she successfully submitted them.

Next, she is waiting for the result. This is a long process, and it is useless to be anxious. She adjusts her mentality and puts her focus back on her work.

As it was about to get off work, Qu Sien sent her a message asking her how she had a new job, whether she was adapting to it, etc.

He still had the tone of the senior caring for the juniors, and she didn't care about it. After all, he had a good relationship with her cousin.

When the other party chatted with her for a while and wanted to have another meal, she refused.

She is now full of work, competition, career, and she doesn't want to be distracted from other things.

The design team has designated the general direction of this project. The three designers in the group, including her, have to come up with design sketches. In addition, they have to consider fabric and cost issues to ensure that if their design is hired, it must be feasible in actual implementation without any logical problems.

Jiang Weicheng made up her mind to give herself a beautiful start in this project, so she kept drawing pictures every day even when she got off work and went home. The inspiration was not always available, but she still asked herself to draw more sketches. Sometimes the two pictures were almost subtle.

She asked Huo Xichen to sort out the sketches aside, and almost one style was returned to the same one. After she finished drawing them, she would choose the one with the best effect.

Sometimes she would write down the fabric of the garment, ask him to fill in the corresponding price according to the price list, then calculate the amount of materials used to deduce the approximate cost, and finally mark it at the corner of the picture.

This process took a little longer. As a result, the boy worked with her almost every night. Sometimes she drew until eleven or two o'clock, and he also worked quietly until eleven or two o'clock.

After a week, she felt a little embarrassed.

After all, he is a senior high school student. He doesn't say he goes to bed early and gets up early, but staying with her until midnight every day seems to make her feel a little unkind.

So, near ten o'clock that night, she called him over and asked him to collect his things slightly and go downstairs to go to bed.

Because of work, she took the initiative to ask him to go to the second floor.

Although there are also design tables on the first floor, the creator's quirks are that she has no inspiration downstairs recently. She likes the space upstairs because it is facing the skylight next to it, and you can see the moon at night.

"But there are still several pictures that have not been finished."

He sat on the floor beside him and was looking for the same fabrics and accessories in a few sample books of fabrics. He looked up in confusion when he heard this, his lips, which were as moist and soft as petals, moved, and his expression looked well-behaved and serious.

"It's okay, it's not very urgent. I'll come by myself later. You have to get up early when you go to school and go to bed."

"But I'm here to be your assistant, how can I go to rest first?

I'm not sleepy."

“Those can be done on weekends.”

"But-" He raised his eyes slightly, obviously a little unhappy, "You promised to take me to the suburbs to sketch on the weekend..."

"Yeah?"

Jiang Weicheng lit the table with a pen, and vaguely remembered that one time I saw him sketching pitifully in a nearby small park. I seemed to be saying it, but she really said it casually at that time...

Huo Xichen understood this from her expression. In fact, it was just a sketch. If he really wanted to go there by himself, he would just say this to her.

But now when he saw her expression, he suddenly felt very unhappy.

Jiang Weicheng looked at him, and the loss in his eyes was soon covered by the drooping eyelashes.

"It's okay if you don't go."

He said lightly and continued to work with his head down.

"..." She felt a little like she agreed to go out and lock the other person up at home. "Then it's Saturday, I'll go to collect folks."

The suburbs of this season are the most beautiful, with suitable temperatures, gentle breezes and bright sunshine.

Clothing design also requires inspiration and color, and it is not enough to keep yourself at home.

The boy looked at her, but he didn't say anything, but his eyes lit up.

On Friday, Jiang Weicheng worked overtime and sent a message to Huo Xichen in advance, asking him to have dinner by himself, and also asked him to remember to go to the supermarket on the way back, and to replenish some of the dishes, fruits and drinks at home.

He was in a good mood and went straight to the supermarket after class, pushed a shopping cart, threw his denim backpack inside, and started shopping for things.
To be continued...