Chapter 217

Cangling didn't answer her.

Now, all the explanations are sophistry. Liu Ziwei believes that she, like Lin Zhui, is climbing up on everyone's corpses. Even if she has a thousand mouths, she can't tell the truth.

Cangling came home bitterly and returned to the door of the suite. After standing for a long time, he still pressed the password and entered the room.

"Back?" Mou Yu has arranged the things piled up in the room to make the space wider.

Cangling looked gloomy, but looking at Mou Yu's face, he still didn't attack.

"What's the matter?" Mou Yu noticed that her face was wrong.

"Nothing." Cangling swallowed all the words in her heart. She sat heavily on the sofa and stretched out her hand to Mou Yu.

"Just now Avril came to me and said she wanted to be my model."

Mou Yu took her hand and sat on the sofa with her. "Her typhoon is good. If you cooperate, you will have a better chance of winning."

Cangling stared at Mou Yu and wanted to find something from his never exposed face.

"Mou Yu, tell me the truth, is this game important to you?"

Mou Yu raised her eyebrows.

"Before coming to Milan, you told me that if I didn't care about winning or losing, I should have the right to broaden my horizons. Is that true or false?" Cangling continued to ask.

Mou Yu smiled lightly, "nature is true."

"But what if I lose this game? What if no one can advance to the elite in the whole prosperous age?"

Mou Yu didn't answer immediately. He looked at her for a long time and reached out to lift the messy hair on her forehead.

"Shengshi won't care about winning or losing this event." Mou Yu clearly told her, "it doesn't matter whether you can advance or win the championship."

"Since it doesn't matter, why did you come?" Cangling didn't understand what he was thinking.

"Because you want to come." Mou Yu replied, "for me, clothing brand is only one of the industries in the prosperous era, one changes and the other changes. But you are a designer. Coming to Milan is your designer's palace. It's also your wish to make achievements in the competition."

"If winning makes you feel happy, all I care about is whether you will win."

"But..." Cangling still couldn't understand, "I'm not the only designer in Shengshi... It's their dream to come to Milan..."

If they know that the company doesn't care whether they can bring honor to the company or even think their existence is dispensable, how many people will be greatly disappointed?

Those who have been defeated and still stay here and have been squeezed value. What do they rely on to contribute their works? Don't they think that even if they can't stand on the stage, they also want the company to see their contribution?

"What the hell are you trying to say?" Mou Yu looked at her carefully.

Cangling took a long breath and took her hand back from Mou Yu's hand. "I just feel that no matter who it is, it should be respected."

"Without you, maybe I'm just an ordinary member of all living beings. But even if I'm ordinary, I still want to be appreciated, want to win back the honor openly, and have a beautiful dream to be respected by everyone."

"You have me now." Mou Yu vaguely heard something from her words, "it's no longer so common."

Cang Ling frowned. She looked at Mou Yu and didn't agree with him. "Mou Yu, I think you should respect my idea."

"You should get used to my way of life." Mou Yu accentuated the word "you".

Cangling was stunned. She blinked, choked by Mou Yu's words and didn't know how to answer.

"There will be no absolute fairness and rules in the world, which will always be in the hands of a small number of people at the top of society. Otherwise, how can so many people try their best to climb up?"

"But..." Cangling wanted to explain.

"What you should do now is to be familiar with the rules. One day, you are strong enough to break it and create the world you want." Mou Yu's tone was plain. This time, he did not tolerate her unconditionally, but stood on the opposite side of her in another identity.

Cangling shut her mouth.

She suddenly felt a little wronged. She stared at Mou Yu for a long time. Finally, she smiled at herself with red eyes.

Yes, he's right. The world is inherently unfair.

She worked so hard to become an excellent designer and wanted to stand at the top of the stage and accept the applause and flowers of the public. She could spend several years, decades or even a lifetime for this dream, but some people could do it easily.

Those ordinary people spent their whole life pursuing wealth, but Mou Yu had it from the moment she was born.

And she became her wife. From then on, what others can see is no longer her efforts and talents, but her identity.

"I see." Cangling didn't refute again.

She turned around and sighed gently. It was night outside the window. When the first came, neon lights lit up one after another, bringing bright colors to the land.

Cangling's eighth dress was finally finalized as a red Xiuhe dress, the wedding dress of an old woman when she came out of the cabinet.

The most important thing about Chinese dress is embroidery. My mother is from Beiyuan city. Beiyuan city is located in the south of the Yangtze River. All the girls there are experts in weaving and embroidery, and my mother is no exception.

There were a lot of embroidery and cloth left by her mother at home. Cang Qing and Zhao Lanzhi lost a lot in the early years. Cangling rescued only a tobacco rose and some flowers.

She had used that cloth at the exhibition of Shengshi before and defeated Cangqing. Cangling always carried the rest of the patterns with her and took them out to imitate when she was free.

Cangling took out a wooden box from the box. The wooden box was old and the pattern on it was not very clear. She slowly opened it and revealed the treasure she had cherished for a long time.

Her fingers stroked the delicate lines and touched them, as if returning to the scene where her mother sat in front of her to embroider a long time ago.

With a handful of embroidery thread, a piece of silk cloth, a wooden frame and a needle as thin as hair, my mother can sit under the Begonia tree all afternoon. When I was young, Cangling didn't understand my mother's fun and always loved to play with my mother's embroidery thread, so my mother spoke to her gently.

She said that the women in her hometown will embroider since they can read. They will spend a long, long time embroidering a wedding dress for themselves and wear it when they get married. In this way, they can grow old together with their husband.

Xiaocangling naively asked her mother why she embroidered wedding clothes when she had married her father.

The needle in her mother's hand stopped for a long time. She smiled, but her eyes were full of tears. She said she couldn't use it anymore. This wedding dress was given to Cangling to let her find a good husband.

Cangling's fingertips trembled slightly. She looked at these things she regarded as precious and sighed long.

Why do you want to be a designer? Perhaps the root cause can be traced back to this wedding dress. But later, I met Yu Chen and had a common dream. These initial hearts were slowly covered up by other things.

"Mom." Cang Ling said to herself, "I know that this game is really unfair. Even if I really win, no one will recognize my strength."

"But......" Cangling's eyes were blurred by tears. "So what if no one recognized it? As long as I know, I'm really great, right?"

"So, this time, let's go to war together." Tears fell into the box and were completely absorbed. "For 22 years, my daughter... Finally gave you a face."