The Reborn Daughter Wants Revenge

"Brush? Are you planning to draw?" Long Zhan's eyes were almost falling out when he saw this scene. It's right for the clothing exhibition, right? It's right for the clothing design? Why does the brush appear so against the sky

Something.

As if in order to confirm Long Zhan’s guess, Qin Zhiya’s gaze was solemn, and she really tapped it lightly under the moon-white long skirt on Ling Rui without hesitation.

I don’t know what kind of material the long skirt is made of. I slightly tilted the tip of the pen, and a blue dot was immediately dyed on the white long skirt.

Just drawing on the clothes? Sheng Lin was completely speechless. She began to feel that it was definitely a wrong decision to come to see the exhibition in person. Qin Zhiya was just a clown!

She had previously noticed that Qin Zhiya's clothing design had a flaw, that is, her design lacked designs. Although the styles were beautiful, they lacked patterns, so even this piece of clothing could not be considered a real finished product.

Now, Qin Zhiya actually plans to make up for the situation of painting on the clothes on the spot. It can only be said that creativity is good, but the result must be sad. Sheng Lin’s smile couldn’t help but a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

It seems that Qin Zhiya has won so many audiences by using this sensational method.

There were voices of doubt and expectation, but Qin Zhiya's eyes were always calm. The pen in her hand seemed to have life, and it kept leaping on Ling Rui's clothes.

At the beginning, everyone could not see much, but as Qin Zhiya continued to move, green patterns slowly appeared on the clothes, with gorgeous blooming flowers, calm and elegant branches and leaves, countless

The blue patterns are combined to form a harmonious and unified whole.

After the finished product was completed, Ling Rui turned around and walked the show again. This time, the whole audience fell into a strange silence.

There was no sense of incongruity. It was clearly the pattern that Qin Zhiya used to draw with her strokes, but it was like a good embroiderer. As Ling Rui walked, the blooming flowers seemed to be coming back to life.

More importantly, the combination of cyan and white seems to have a very wonderful power, which makes people feel inexplicably calm.

"Oh? This is blue and white porcelain?" An old man's voice sounded from behind.

The old man's voice brought everyone out of his shock and speechless state. Someone turned around and looked at the old man, his eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but spontaneously and automatically let him go.

The old man did not refuse and walked calmly to the front of the exhibition stand. He looked at Ling Rui's perfect display, with brilliant eyes.

"Mr. Chen, why are you here too?" Although Sheng Lin was proud, she did not lower her posture when she looked at the old man. Mr. Chen is the most legendary designer in the history of China. She also learned from Mr. Chen since childhood.

She grew up with a design, how dare she be negligent with such a person?

Mr. Chen's eyes never left the development station, and the corner of his mouth curled slightly: "Fortunately, I'm here, this designer is not simple! With her in it, no one can shake the leading position in the Chinese clothing industry for a hundred years."

Just asked casually, but he didn't expect that Mr. Chen would make such a high evaluation of Qin Zhiya. Sheng Lin's mouth twitched, and the audience around him was even more uproar.