Spoiled

The grass resembles a soft green carpet. Under the light of the ceiling, the audience seats on both sides have been seated. The audience was mostly invited. The first row arranged some magazine editors and fashionistas, as well as star entertainers, most of whom were children with children at home.

At the fixed point in front, there is the media area carrying the camera.

Song Lin also came. He was very low-key on weekdays and did not like to be interviewed. After returning home, many media wanted to interview him. He only agreed to a few.

After all, fashion is not entertainment.

But looking at this children's clothing fashion show today, he deliberately released news, so there was so much media on the scene, because some of it was directed at him.

He wanted Han Yun to see his influence and let him understand that he can help him develop his career is not empty words.

At 6:30, the models are already in the backstage. Each male model is holding a boy in his hand, and the show director repeatedly urges: "No matter what happens, it is not allowed to interfere with the normal rhythm of the show. Any major emergencies, I also walked and walked away! If I fall, I ca n’t climb up. This is the least tolerable mistake! "

He reiterated over and over again, taking a group to reiterate.

The front went smoothly and nothing went wrong.

At this moment, there seemed to be something wrong with the front show. The small model's shoelace was loose. The male model next to him didn't notice it. It seemed that he stepped on the small model's shoelace and tripped the small model. The whole person lies on the ground.

The director's face changed, and the little model almost cried, but holding back, the audience began to whisper, and the media flashed.

The male model was afraid that the rhythm would be disordered, and he quickly pulled up the little model with a snot and a tear on his face, and almost dragged the show.

When he stepped off the stage, the show director pointed at him and scolded: "Are you the first time to show! Didn't the emergency handling company teach you! Didn't you see Irving cry?"

Owen was the kid crying on the runway.

The show guide speaks English and I do n’t know how to do the translation, but the male model seems to understand, his face is very ugly, and more truthfully: “What else do I do? Do I stop halfway? Is n’t this more unprofessional?

Xiudao had nothing to say, so he went to comfort Owen, who was crying, but he heard it hurt.

"Where does it hurt? Knee?"

Little Owen held out his hand, and saw a few tiny eyelets on his palm, one of which was still bleeding!

"This is ..." Xiudao's face changed slightly. "Where did you get it?"

Han Yun noticed that it seemed to be a model with his company. As for the name, Han Yun had no impression. He couldn't remember so many people.

Soon, it was the finale Han Yun and the young Louis.

The staff wore a wreath made of branches, and Han Yun was allergic to pollen. When he smelled the flowers, he immediately sneezed.

The music was about to end, and the show director pushed behind him and instructed: "Stop for a few seconds."

Neither was wearing shoes.

Due to the rehearsal in advance, Han Yun was not nervous. During the training, the show director said: "Han, you can converge your momentum and don't let it go out."

Going out of the temporary backstage, he saw Song Lin sitting in the first row, but his glance was just a glance, then he moved away indifferently.

Song Lin didn't show the meaning of knowing Han Yun either. He just talked to the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine next to him. The editor-in-chief glanced over and nodded slightly.

It's a bit puny to step on the soft lawn, but the lawn has been inspected this morning, cleaned several times, and the foot is spotless.

As a model, Han Yun is a standard hanger, but he has a beautiful face that is very rare in the model circle. When the general audience and the media watch the models, they usually look at their faces first. Only professional fashionistas look at the clothes and then the models' faces.

Han Yun's appearance is gentle but no lack of eye-catching aggression, his facial features are flexible and deep, and those light amber eyes are like a mixed race, and sometimes even steal the limelight of clothes. Designers don't like such models, so in these years, the original owner with a single temperament has seen a handful of regular fashion shows, but he often goes to the magazine cover of youth pain literature.

The little emperor is different. Despite wearing such an angel face, he walks with the wind. Although he has converged a little while following the words of the show guide, he has the same momentum and perfectly interprets what a beauty is like jade and a momentum like rainbow.

The entire round platform was about 30 meters, plus the fixed time, it took only 20 seconds to walk down the road, but when he reached the middle, Han Yun suddenly felt that he had stepped on something, and sharply pierced the skin of his feet. .

Like ... needles, and more than one.

The blood spit out quickly, and the smell of blood was difficult to smell for ordinary people, but the faint smell of bloodshot awakened the ancient beasts who were sleeping thousands of miles away in the imperial tomb.

Han Yun grew up in the palace since he was a child. He was too familiar with this method, and he quickly responded-this was artificial.

And the little Louis in his hand tightened his strength at this moment, and his steady footsteps were slowed down. The walking posture became a little strange, but he did not stop.

Han Yun glanced down at him and found that tears quickly gathered in Louis' eyes, and he looked down at Louis's feet.

Soon he reacted-Louis must have stepped on the needle as well. Although Louis was young, his professional qualities were not covered, and even if it hurts, he still kept walking, but his tears fell down and he couldn't help it.

Such an angelic child cried and made people nervous, and the auditorium was agitated.

"How did you cry?"

"Wow, he cried so poorly, he wanted to hug him ..."

Han Yun did not hesitate and quickly bent over to hold Louis, his face shrouded in ice.

The show director, now I have the heart to die, he was shocked by the unprofessionalism of Han Yun! Obviously Louis was still going, why did he suddenly pick up the baby!

Song Lin froze, frowning slightly, wondering what happened.

Studying the Balenciaga Spring Summer Show last year? Is it intentionally arranged?

The child's skin was soft, and Han Yun was frowning with acupuncture, let alone such a small child. If he were to see that he was still bleeding, I'm afraid he would faint on the spot.

He saw Xiu Dao ’s gesture, but he did n’t listen to his command at all. He held little Louis and went to the fixed position. The gloom on his face was pressed down a little. Although he was holding the baby, he was wearing a soft pajamas, and even He also wears a fairy wreath on his head, but his posture is very arrogant and arrogant. He has an inherent sense of aristocracy all over his body, and his atmosphere is extraordinary-there is no male model who shows like him.

There is no doubt that this is the most precious label of a model. It is better to walk with no matter how good and stable it is. It is the key to remember at a glance.

Facing the flashlight, Han Yun was not as well trained as the original owner. When he turned his face slightly to avoid the flashlight, Louis seemed to inadvertently, leaning his head on his cheek, his blond hair wrapped around his fair neck, and Louis was soft. Lips seemed to kiss on his side.

The media who carried the cameras suddenly refreshed, and desperately pressed the shutter. There were also many viewers in the auditorium who took videos and took photos without regulations.

At the same time, among the imperial tombs deep in the desert without a footstep, a man with two black dragon horns on his head was twitched by the slight blood smell.

More than a decade ago, archeologists discovered the Emperor Jing Emperor's Mausoleum in Beibei Mountain, and made a shallow excavation in order to understand the age, and built a museum on the ground. Fuyuan didn't want to slay the war, so he moved the entire mausoleum to the depths of the Sahara Desert with the mountains. It was dry all year round, no one set foot, and was very quiet.

Because of this, his exhaustion of spiritual power can only be reduced to the original form, sleeping peacefully in the tomb of Han Yun, accompanied by the bones of the king, just like the long one thousand years before.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the fading blood smell in the air made his black eyes, which were already bottomless, deeper, like an abyss.