Chapter 162
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Qin Guan knelt down at his stupidity. While he was feeling depressed, Cong Nianwei kissed him on the cheek.
"It's not a big deal. I'll celebrate my birthday two days ahead of schedule. I like your gift very much. It was very thoughtful."
How many boyfriends had ever bought such a practical gift for their girlfriends? Hands up!
Flowers, perfume and jewelry were the first things that came to mind when it came to gifts.
Cong Nianwei liked the unromantic Qin Guan from the bottom of her heart. After all, he was a man of science and technology. She wanted him to be at ease for the rest of his life.
Qin Guan's blood was boiling. He kept asking for more kisses in the living room. Can I get on base while he's distracted?
Imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel. Cong Nianwei refused with a red face, "I'm not even 20 yet. Wait! Wait!"
F * ck! Didn't we agree that today was your birthday?! I'd better find some sweets to comfort my wounded heart. I've dressed up like a gift in vain.
Qin Guan wondered where the cake he had bought for Cong Nianwei was. It was a cardboard box that had been squashed between the printer and the computer.
Qin Guan pulled out the deformed cake. I'm the most stupid man in the world. Not only did I get the date wrong, but I've also ruined the gift.
Cong Nianwei smiled. She opened the wrapper and scraped off a thin layer of cream with her fingers before putting it in her mouth.
"It's delicious. I like it." Qin Guan took a bite of the shapeless cake with her fingers. Red strawberries and white cream intertwined as if they were dancing a sweet dance.
"Happy birthday! I love you!"
"Happy birthday! Me too!"
The night was getting darker. The few candles that had not been broken were lit by Qin Guan. The two young people, who loved each other, stood shoulder to shoulder and head to head, watching the candles burn slowly in the candlelight.
A small cake had already been eaten up, but they were unwilling to separate because of this. All of them hoped that time would pass a little slower.
Even after many years, when he recalled this scene, it was as if it had happened again, vivid in his mind.
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The wheel of time will not stop for a moment because of you and me. Life will continue to pass on peacefully. The next day, Cong Nianwei had a busy working group to deal with, while Qin Guan had to run around for the Fashion Week.
Fitting, building materials, discussing concepts, rehearsals, modifications, and running around the venue.
Qin Guan had no right to regret his choice. Even if he was as tired as a dog, he would carry it by himself.
Apart from the alienation of male models from the other two countries, the strenuous running was enough to make Qin Guan suffer.
The time to walk on stage might only be a few minutes, but the preparation time was long and bitter. Seeing his tiredness, Sister Xue declined all the auditions she had received for minor roles.
Qin Guan had watched those TV series. We didn't expect to see him on the big screen, but the names of the TV series were terrible. We couldn't bear to look at them.
"Woman Soup", "Dangerous Sisters", "Lottery Dream"... What the hell? They were all passers-by with only one line. The strangest thing was that Qin Guan's TV series were all about modern dramas, while his TV series were all about modern dramas.
He's not a heartless man. He's just a bad guy. There are no reliable roles.
Sister Xue expressed her concern. Zhang Changzong is finished, and Yang Lianting will appear in "The Smiling, Proud Martial Artist". What role will Qin Guan play in the future?
Pretty vases will have to play villains.
Qin Guan had to take this seriously. He had to find a reliable TV series. It was not a matter of expanding his reputation, but how to keep it.
Qin Guan's computer was not connected to the Internet yet. He had no idea that his minor roles had attracted a crowd of fans. The Haijiao Fujoshi's gathering place had always been a place that only recognized faces, not acting skills.
In this world, who didn't have a few people they didn't like? The Internet was not dominated by just one forum. The Haijiao Forum had been born, and the Gou Forum had been ridiculed.
Because of their different audiences, the two forums had always been at each other's throats. The Haijiao Forum couldn't stand the Gou Forum's childishness and vulgarity, while the Gou Forum couldn't stand the Haijiao Forum's hypocrisy and literary petty bourgeoisie. Whenever there was a rustle of grass in the wind, they would spit at each other.
The popularity of the Daming Palace Poem had passed, but the group of handsome guys in this movie was often talked about by the infatuated girls in the Haijiao area. Naturally, the posts were filled with all kinds of attacks, sarcasm, and sarcasm.
Isn't Zhang Changzong handsome? Fine. Don't you Haijiao people show off all kinds of beautiful pictures? Let's change it and put our heads on it. Let's see if we have the aura of an immortal.
Qin Guan became popular on the Gou Forum again. People who didn't pay attention to him didn't know who he was, but he was inexplicably popular in the small circle of the Internet.
Qin Guan hadn't experienced the trouble of being famous on the Internet yet. He was staring blankly at the clothes of the Manchurian Tiger. Where was the traditional Han style? Why was he wearing a yellow gown and mandarin jacket?
The first show of the Fashion Week this year had to promote the classical culture of China, but there were so many traditional clothes from different historical periods. Why was he wearing the same clothes? The female model's cheongsam was beautiful, but what about his own clothes?
Shao pulled up his robe with a smile and touched his chin calmly. It was easy for him to make trouble for Qin Guan. All he had to do was mention a list of models who could wear the yellow gown without being embarrassed, and Qin Guan would fall for his trick.
Sometimes, it was not a good thing to be remembered by the designer if one's features were too obvious. It was just a double-edged sword.
Work had to be done seriously. Models had no right to question their decisions. With the help of his assistant, Qin Guan put on his skullcap and tied a fake braid behind his head.
It was a tragedy to stand next to a group of gorgeous models.
Don't tell me about the beauty of embroidery or the brilliance of bright yellow. Men's clothes in the era of the yellow gown were ugly compared to those of different dynasties and generations.
Foreigners didn't know that at that time, China was a mystery to them. The long river of history had left us with countless treasures and inspirations.
When the Fashion Week came to an end, everyone was shocked. Qin Guan finished his first show safely. The designer gave him an excited hug when he got off the stage.
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