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Suhang's job is the chief designer of Jingluo Jewelry. Not only can he create designs, but he also supervises the works of his designers.

Jingluo Jewelry, with its luxurious and fresh design style, has gained a reputation in the industry in just a few years. As the brand veteran, Suhang can be said to have shared weal and woe.

It is she who instilled her hard work into the soul of the brand. Now that the industry mentions Jingluo, a rising star, it will inevitably bind Suzhou and Hangzhou together.

In the company, besides the boss Yao Ji'an, she is the person who has the most say.

During this period of time, Jingluo was preparing for the new design of Qixi Festival. Everyone put together a long table to sit and discuss, and the atmosphere was joyful and unrestrained.

The door of the one-person office in the farthest corner opened quietly, and the woman with frosty eyebrows stopped gently by the door.

Everyone not far away was working hard according to their own ideas. A young man was typing on the keyboard of his laptop, holding a pencil in his mouth and asked vaguely: "My family, how about using epiphyllum as a design element? "

The young men and women around who were equally distressed looked up one after another.

The chubby man next to him dropped his pen and patted him on the back with a smile, "Yes, Liu Bai, hurry up!"

At the farthest corner of the long table, a girl with a bob head traced a simple necklace style with a pencil on a piece of paper, distractedly answering him: "Tell me."

The girl with a ponytail on the opposite side closed the laptop, sighed and leaned back in the chair, and urged him, "I'll think about it later, talk about your inspiration."

"I think so," Liu Bai took down the pencil he was biting, and commanded solemnly with a pointer in his hand, "Epiphyllum has a beautiful meaning of love. She went down to earth and became Epiphyllum, but she has never forgotten her lover for thousands of years, which symbolizes the love with one heart and one mind. How about it!"

Li Kang'an, who was beside him, patted him on the back with a thick palm and gave him a thumbs up: "Awesome! I think it's okay!"

The bob-haired girl put down her pen, and sighed bitterly: "Epiphyllum's lover was turned into a monk by the gods, and she was punished to pass by Epiphyllum every day but not recognize her... This tragic element is done. , You are not afraid of being scolded to death, but I am afraid of deducting wages."

The two young men looked at each other in blank dismay, speechless at the sharp point of each other.

"Xiao Ning is right," the girl with the ponytail knocked on the table, "I think it's better to use the goddess Aphrodite in Greek mythology. She is the god of love and beauty. All fit."

Liu Bai bit the pencil again, and said vaguely, "It makes sense..."

Li Kang'an touched the top of his head with sparse hair, "Why don't we just settle for this?"

Cao Xiaoning covered her face with her hands, shook her bob hair and wailed, "It's so difficult, so difficult, we've been discussing it for a week!"

The clear sound of high-heeled shoes came in at the right time. Everyone raised their heads to look, and invariably lowered their expressions, and said in unison: "Director."

"Well," Su Hang stopped in front of the long table and glanced at everyone's drafts, "I heard your discussion, and theoretically it fits the love theme of Qixi Festival. But Xiao Ning is right, the element of sadness is easy to attract Negative response, as for what He Rui said..."

She paused for a moment, and turned her gaze to the girl with ponytail who proposed to use the goddess of Greek mythology as the material.

"Director, tell me." He Rui sat upright, folded her hands on the table, imitating the appearance of a primary school student listening to a class.

Suhang won the first prize in the professional design competition in Linghai City that year. He also entered a large factory to design, and single-handedly pulled Jingluo from an unknown to the throne of a rising star in the industry.

Usually, everyone's designs can be encouraged and respected by Suhang, and they only express their opinions on sensitive nodes or decision-making, and every sentence is dry, so everyone looks forward to getting her comments in a few words.

Suhang did not blame, and reminded: "Qixi is a traditional festival in our country, it is best to use Chinese style elements, or elements that are not so obvious about the national boundaries."

He Rui seemed to be enlightened, not only did she not feel lost, but suddenly realized: "It makes sense, why did I forget this!"

Liu Bai took the opportunity to point at her with a pencil, grinning his teeth and adding insult to injury: "If the director hadn't reminded us, we would all have to suffer with you!"

"You still have the nerve to call me..." He Rui stared back, not to be outdone, "What kind of tragedy are you thinking? If you really do it, consumers think we're going to curse people to break up!"

The dull discussion lasted for half the morning, and now they suddenly started bickering, Cao Xiaoning and Li Kang'an giggled as they watched.

"All right."

Suhang spoke in the usual tone, and everyone fell silent tacitly, all eyes on her.

The director is a person with an extreme attitude. This extreme does not refer to emotions, but the way he treats everyone.

Although she is surrounded by cold air all over her body, she has the ability to make people shut their mouths unconsciously at a glance, but in fact, although she never participates in everyone's laughter, she will listen attentively to what everyone says when they are fighting.

Such an authoritative and peaceful person, everyone never questioned her status as the backbone.

Seeing that everyone returned to the status, Suhang continued: "The ready-made materials will run out sooner or later, you can try to create materials and connect them with love, so that it will be more novel and creative."

Liu Bai patted his forehead, "Oh, why didn't I think of that?"

He Rui gloated: "It's you who are stupid, and the director has to remind you!"

"Create..." Cao Xiaoning propped his chin and looked towards the ceiling, "We can make up a love story to set it off. There are many love stories on Qixi Festival, and we can add new ideas to the legend."

Li Kang'an turned on his laptop, put on his glasses and started searching: what is love.

Everyone returned to the heat of thinking and discussion again, and Suhang walked back to the office lightly.

After closing the door to block the noise from outside, Suhang took a glass of water and returned to the office chair to sit, the mobile phone she picked up made her eyes ripple slightly.

[Cheng Yuzhe: Sister, Sister Yige doesn't pay much attention to me, did I do something wrong? 】

[Cheng Yuzhe: She doesn't even chat with me, and she comes back to me after a long time to eat or rest. Is she so busy? 】

[Cheng Yuzhe: Sister, did you speak for me? 】

Her finger hung on the screen for a few seconds, then slid out, and involuntarily clicked on Xiao Yige's name that fell to the bottom.

They haven't been in touch since they met in the arrow gym a few days ago.

When she got home that night, she sent a sentence "I'm here", and Xiao Yige replied with an emoji. It was a cute dog barking with its head up, and added "Okay".

Lovely and polite reply.

But the Xiao Yige in Cheng Yuzhe's mouth is full of a sense of distance that is difficult to approach.

Is it because they used to be classmates that they have this precious intimacy?

Suhang put down her phone and looked out of the window. Today's sunshine overlapped with the sunshine outside the classroom that year in her field of vision.

Her office is not big, and the angle at which the desk faces the window is very similar to the angle at which they looked out the window when they were at the same table that year.

At that time, the position arrangement was not fixed, and would be adjusted by lottery every two weeks.

Coincidentally, she and Xiao Yige were drawn to be at the same table.

They rarely had the chance to talk, she had no intention of blending into Xiao Yige's small circle, and Xiao Yige had no intention of bringing her in either.

The two sat next to each other, but separated by a Milky Way.

Even the classmates who surrounded Xiao Yige after class would subconsciously turn to Xiao Yige's aisle, no one would go to the aisle near her.

Even at that time, she had already solved the trouble of Xiao Yige's skirt floating up during the military training, and at the end of the evening self-study, she silently protected Xiao Yige who returned home safely after the rehearsal.

Until the class meeting before the seat is about to be adjusted again.

The head teacher is a middle-aged man who is bald and funny. He organized everyone to play a game: write down your impression of your deskmate.

Everyone needs to tear off half a piece of paper from the homework to write, and then fold it up and put it on the corner of the table. The head teacher starts from the first table of the first group and reads all the way down.

The head teacher walked all the way, and most of what he read out were objects or small animals.

"Ah, puppy."

"garbage can!"

"The chattering loudspeaker..."

Every time I read it, the whole class burst into laughter.

She and Xiao Yige were seated in the middle of the classroom. When the head teacher opened Xiao Yige's piece of paper first, the smile finally disappeared from his eyes, and he read out the three words "Bai Yueguang" in a gentle baritone with a straight expression, The laughter of the whole class also stopped at this moment.

She remembered that she looked at the girl next to her unexpectedly.

The latter smiled brightly and blinked at her.

She began to expect the impressions she wrote to be read out, wondering if what she wrote could match what Xiao Yige wrote.

And when the head teacher read out the word "Red Rose" in a tone of admiration, Xiao Yige's star-like eyes bent into beautiful crescents.

"The two of them are so special."

"Yeah, it's different from us..."

"Do you know what it means? I don't understand."

"I don't understand either, but it looks so beautiful!"

Listening to the constant admiration from the students, her heart was filled with a strange sense of satisfaction, and she smiled slightly at the joy she had never experienced before.

She didn't tell anyone that Xiao Yige was a hot and dazzling flame when she first saw her, and as time went by, she became a dazzlingly beautiful red rose.

After that, the nicknames of White Moonlight and Red Rose spread throughout the school, even the teachers in the office were amazed.

Just because this game of writing the impression of the same table is not the first case, but writing such a poetic and literary description is the first time in the world.

The invisible ice wall between them also seemed to have tiny cracks because of this game.

From time to time, they would have the most ordinary communication among classmates. After the only joint duty, Xiao Yige even asked her for her mobile phone number.

Before the temperature equal to zero can grow again, switching seats again cuts off the nutrients that support this temperature.

She has no reason to call and send text messages to Xiao Yige, and she has no reason to go deep into the crowd around Xiao Yige, and she doesn't even like the noise around Xiao Yige.

But that dazzlingly beautiful red rose has never had a place around her that can accommodate her.

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Xiao Yige: It's my fault for being popular!