Did Mr. Xu Confess Today?

   Chapter 575 Frangipani

  The prologue is the final chapter.

  The preface of each copy summarizes the main idea, but it is sometimes obscure, flickering and dark, and it is only after reading the whole text that I realize it suddenly. This is the charm of the designer. Let each work have its own soul.

   When I was in school, most of it was theory, ideal, and idea. In the stage of internship, I slowly put it into practice, and then when I actually work, I am a man of the world. Along the way, there are often winds, frost, rain and snow, and occasionally the sun shines. Like Fu Hai, who is wearing slippers and basking in the sun unrestrained and lazily, the past time is like a movie in his head, the future is still brilliant, and the present is always unmeasurable.

Ding!

  The mail is late but arrived.

The   star emails all came from Boss Xu. His reply was concise, and he checked very carefully. He picked out two problems and attached solutions. There was no problem with Baigujing, and there was no problem with the structure Guo. Mr. Ali also signed it smoothly. In the end, there was only the battle between Luo Xinsi and Xu Jun, and everyone retreated to prepare for a good show.

Xu Jun's problem is that he feels complicated, especially the haunting flowers and water droplets, which show two different trajectories and impressions in the same space, which cannot form a superimposition of customers' consumption. Without the superimposed impression, it becomes no waves concepts overlap.

  Because of time constraints, he came up with his own solution, turning the bead shell into a fake frangipani. The frangipani blooms from May to October, which makes up for the blooming period of Gongfen Bauhinia. It blooms staggeredly, and both indoors and outdoors are full of spring.

   The flower language of frangipani is resurrection and new life. There is no mysterious legend like other flowers, she just quietly exudes a fragrance, not a fragrance that makes people realize, nor is it strong, just a fragrance. The simple petals have the power of hope.

  The days are clear and light, and there is no need for them to be blue. Each color has its own soul, the floor will be white and transparent, or even bright, to increase the reflection of the room and introduce more light. Light is the most primitive and precious substance in the world. Light can be reflected on objects to form a beautiful shadow, which is graceful and graceful.

Luo Xin seemed to read his copy carefully. His copy was not as detailed and minimal, but the steps and contents of the design changes were clearly explained, and his structural design was also referring to her overall design. , Meiji and his wife will not necessarily return home, so Zhubei can only become a bond. Even if they come back, they are on top of Zhubei, and they don't need to deepen these memories to trouble themselves.

Those inactive past events, complicated memories, and the constraints of family affection are all throwing fists around in the name of love. Xu Jun himself has deep feelings for family affection, so after reading this design, I want to make it simpler and not to pile up so many factors on it. Together, as long as flowers are enough, whether it is dead branches or twigs, or even the surprise of a bunch of red flowers reaching into the window, the softness in their hearts is in the passing flowering period, in the fragrance of the rainy season.

   "Agree with your opinion, I will revise the copy."

  Luo Xin seemed to reply to Xu Jun's email, everyone stared at it and read it, Mr. Ali spread his hands: "It's boring, the two of them don't fight!"

   "Who are you talking about fighting with whom?"

   "Hehe, don't say good things twice."

  Luo Xin seemed to have slid the chair over. This time, she felt that Mr. Xu was right. She thought too much. The accumulation of copywriting and concepts would not deepen the soul of the design. It's like forcing people's emotions. Many inappropriate emotions are stuffed into a person's body, not icing on the cake but a burden and burden.

   (end of this chapter)