Chapter 217

Cang Ling didn't answer her.

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

Cang Ling went back to the door of the suite. After standing for a long time, she still pressed the code to enter the room.

"Back?" Mu Yu has sorted out the things piled up in the room to make the space wider.

Cang Ling's look was gloomy, but looking at Mu Yu's face, it didn't come out.

"What's the matter?" Mu Yu noticed that her face was not right.

"Nothing." Cang Ling swallowed all the words in her heart. She heavily sat down on the sofa and stretched out her hand to Mu Yu.

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

Mu Yu took her hand and sat on the sofa with her. "She's a good typhoon. If you cooperate, you really have a better chance of winning."

Cang Ling looked at Mu Yu, trying to find something from his face that never showed itself.

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

Mu Yu picks her eyebrows.

"Before I came to Milan, you told me that I don't have to care about winning or losing, but I have to open my eyes. Is that true or false?" Cang Ling continued to ask.

Mou Yu smile, "nature is true."

"But what if I lose the game? What if no one can make it to the elite in the golden age

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

"Shengshi won't care about winning or losing this competition." Mu Yu told her very clearly, "it doesn't matter whether she can be promoted or won the championship."

"Since it's not important, why are you here?" Cang Ling didn't understand what he was thinking.

"Because you want to come." Mu Yu replied, "for me, clothing brands are just one of the industries in the flourishing age. But you are a designer. Coming to Milan is the palace of your designers. 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 or not."

"But..." Cang Ling still couldn't understand, "I'm not the only designer in Shengshi Coming to Milan is also their dream... "

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

Those who have lost and are still here to extract value depend on what they offer their works. Don't they think that even if they can't stand on the stage, they also want to let the company see their efforts?

"What are you trying to say?" Mu Yu looked at her carefully.

Cang Ling took a long breath and took her hand back from Mu Yu's, "I just think that no matter who it is, it should be respected."

"Without you, maybe I'm just an ordinary member of the world. But even if I'm ordinary, I'm still eager to be appreciated. I want to win back the honor and have a dream that I want to be respected by people. "

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

Cang Ling twisted her eyebrows. She looked at Mu Yu and didn't agree with him. "Mu Yu, I think you should respect my ideas."

"You should get used to my way of living." Mu Yu emphasized the word "you".

Cang Ling was stunned. She blinked, choked by Mu Yu's words, and didn't know how to answer.

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

"But..." Cang Ling still wants to explain.

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

Cang Ling closed her mouth.

She suddenly felt wronged. She stared at Mu Yu for a long time. Finally, she laughed at herself with red eyes.

Yes, he's right. The world is not fair.

She works so hard to be an excellent designer, and wants to stand at the top of the stage to accept the applause and support of the public. She can spend several years, decades or even a lifetime for this dream, but some people can do it easily.

Those ordinary people spent all their lives pursuing wealth, but mu 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." Cang Ling did not retort.

She turned around and sighed softly. It was already outside the window. At the beginning of night, neon lights came on one after another, bringing bright colors to the land.Cangling's eighth dress was finally finalized as a red Xiuhe dress, which was the wedding dress of an old woman when she went out of the cabinet.

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

Many of her mother's embroideries and fabrics were left at home. Cang Qing and Zhao Lanzhi lost a lot in the early years. Cang Ling saved only a piece of tobacco silk and some flower patterns.

The cloth, which she had used in the exhibition of Shengshi before, beat Cangqing, and Cangling always carried the rest of the patterns with her. She would imitate them when she had nothing to do.

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

Her fingers caressed the delicate lines and touched them, as if returning to the scene of mother sitting in front of her embroidery a long time ago.

With a handful of embroidery thread, a piece of silk cloth, a square wooden frame and a needle as thin as hair, mother could sit under the Begonia tree for an afternoon. When she was young, Cangling didn't understand her mother's fun and always liked to play with her mother's embroidery thread, so her mother spoke to her gently.

She said that the women in her hometown can embroider since they can read. They will spend a long time embroidering a wedding dress for themselves and wear it on them when they get married. Only in this way can they grow old with their husband and love each other forever.

Xiaocangling asked her mother naively why she had married her father and embroidered her wedding dress.

The needle in her mother's hand stopped for a long time. She was smiling, but her eyes were full of tears. She said that she couldn't use it anymore, so she gave it to Cangling to find a good husband.

Cang Ling's fingertips trembled. She looked at these things that she regarded as treasures and sighed a long time.

Why do you want to be a designer? Maybe it's from this wedding dress. But later, I met Yu Chen and had a common dream. These original intentions were gradually covered up by other things.

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

"But..." Cang Ling's vision was blurred by tears, "even if no one recognized it, so what? As long as I know, I'm really great, right? "

"So this time, let's go to war together." Tears drop in the box and are completely absorbed. "22 years, daughter Finally, I give you a face. "