Over the years to come
Innocently laughing heartily
Tian Zhen glanced at the clock and smiled teasingly: "There is a folk song in England that goes, when the clock strikes four, everything in the world comes to a halt for tea. It's already four-thirty, why are you still so busy?"
She recalled that unconventional punk matriarch, whose deconstructionism and asymmetrical designs captivated everyone, stunning them with her allure and rebellion. When she became the revered Empress Dowager of the West, who still remembered the sweet and carefree little girl who once nestled beside McLellan in Malm?
Kevin Chun, "Innocent Thoughts," is said to be a modest person
This Paul on Regent Street is a must-visit for afternoon tea enthusiasts. The favorite is the Strawberry Charlotte, a cake with a pudding-like texture topped with a generous layer of strawberries. Although the calories are daunting, and it is only sold as a whole, one cannot resist its delicate sweetness, which is distinct from traditional British desserts.
In the coffee shop where the sound of the piano flows, a pair of cold black eyes silently gazes through the glass window at the woman who stands for a long time in the rain curtain
The annual London Fashion Week
and books
The woman was tall and strikingly beautiful, possessing the physique of a model. Her face seemed very familiar to her, likely from a print model in some magazine
The classmates burst into laughter, and Boss Dai looked at her with a smile, saying: "Miss Duan, may I ask if this is a philosophical question?"
The weather is not good, even somewhat gloomy, but this has not dampened people's enthusiasm
"Birds die for food, and people die for wealth. My job is both respectable and life-shortening," Milan sighed as he took a sip of coffee
Tian Zhen turned her head and saw Chen Xu, whose face still bore traces of sleepiness, glaring at her with fury, mouthing three words—"You are a pig"
After a lapse of six years, he reappeared in her line of sight, slowly walking towards her, and this time, she turned around and fled in panic
The lighting was dim, accompanied by rhythmic music and a light, almost neurotic whistling, creating a distinctive atmosphere. Innocently, she glanced to the right, her gaze suddenly fixating on a man and a woman slowly approaching this row.
Tian Zhen quickly found the acquaintance of Milan; she spoke elegantly, exuded a captivating fragrance, and, like all the distinguished guests seated in the front row, was strikingly impressive and attention-grabbing
"Let's not mention that anymore," she said as she took out two items from her bag and handed them to her. "This is the invitation to tomorrow's fashion show at Fashion Week, given to me by a client. You can enter and watch the show, and then go find the owner of this business card. She is an old friend of mine from Paris, working at 'Rainbow' magazine. It was she who informed me that Kevin Chun's studio is looking for an assistant. Since you have interned at Vogue and have a recommendation, it should be no problem."
"Naive." Her thoughts were interrupted by a clear and bright greeting. She looked up, and Milan was already seated across from her. A gentle breeze stirred, and the air was filled with the crisp fragrance of flowers, reminiscent of Marc Jacobs' Daisy perfume
"That is truly unfortunate," Milan frowned, "In this line of work, I often spend a long time searching, and just when I finally find someone satisfactory, I discover that he is gay"
This is London in 2007, and I am not a medieval upper-class lady, solely preoccupied with dressing up, tending to flowers, drinking tea, and chatting. Milan raised a hand to order an espresso, rubbing her calves that ached from the eight-inch heels. I have a dinner appointment with a client and need to rush to a party by ten.
The so-called fashion show is essentially a lavish live advertisement, where major brands spend half a year preparing for a performance that lasts only ten minutes, after which the market's reception over the next six months hinges on this single event. Fashion shows are not art; they are marketing tools. Countless newspapers, magazines, and television programs willingly publish and broadcast a large number of photos and videos, causing the advertising value to easily increase tenfold to a hundredfold
Milan is the youngest sister of Tian Zhen's mother. She has been intelligent and beautiful since childhood. In her early years, she studied in France and later ventured to the UK on her own. Now, she is a senior brand manager, having established her own territory in the workplace. However, despite being over thirty-five, she remains unmarried and is particularly averse to Tian Zhen calling her "Auntie".
Beneath the large poster of Vivienne Westwood, I breathe heavily in innocence, waiting for the pain in my chest to subside
The British are unreliable; they haven't mentioned the word 'marriage' in five years. Milan scoffed, "It is better for me to plan more for my own future."
What does it matter if one is low-key? How many celebrities are rushing to order his high-end ready-to-wear? Milan sighed, "In this circle, there are too many hidden talents and undiscovered gems. When I was a novice, I traveled around Italy and didn't recognize many brands, yet just casually picking up any piece would sell for much more than Dior or Versace.
That strikingly handsome face gradually becomes clear from the dusty memories, beneath the mesmerizing neon lights of the runway, the raised brows, the beautiful phoenix eyes... all remain unchanged, yet she feels as if she is in a dream.
"How have you been? Any progress in your love life recently?" Milan changed the subject.
At least you still have Peter
In high school, I watched a Japanese drama called "Strawberry on the Cake," which posed the question of whether to eat the strawberry first or last. During a self-study session, she turned around and tossed a small note to Chen Xu, but to her surprise, he was actually asleep. The note was picked up and ended up in the hands of the homeroom teacher, Mr. Dai.
The man behind her made it impossible for her to be mistaken.
Just like that day when she was alone on the school basketball court, she wrote in chalk—Chen Xu, where are you, I hate you
The performance during this time period began with the work of Kevin Chun, while Tian Zhen sat behind her, waiting to meet the future boss of the unknown - picture - book after the show.
Some past events related to love are too complex, perhaps one could spend a lifetime without fully understanding them. The past is simply the past, and there is no evidence left to mourn.
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Thus, until later, he never answered her question, and in fact, he owed her more than just this one answer
Naive shook his head
Rushing out of the show, it is drizzling outside
Milan's boyfriend works as a technical director behind the scenes at a renowned television channel, earning a substantial salary, and is considered an elite individual
On that night of self-study, beneath the silent tree-lined path, the summer cicadas chirped softly, and the night breeze gently blew. He walked step by step to her side and leaned down to place a gentle kiss on her lips
In the end, it was ultimately a torrential downpour that soaked her heart, washed away those mottled inscriptions, and took with it her youthful love
Boss Dai, in front of the entire class, spoke with emphasis: "Young Master Chen, if there is a strawberry on the cake, will you eat it first or last"
The saying "the capable should work more" is precisely this principle, Tian Zhen said with a smile, "Have you ever thought about how much a square meter of land costs to buy a house in China with just one skirt