Chapter 459： pass by

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"Will Fashion Week go?" Eden-Hudson put "Mysterious Skin" on his knees, flipping through the fashion week invitation cards one by one.

Invitation cards are not just an invitation card, but also the facade of various brands. Each brand will design a new invitation card during the four major fashion weeks every year, integrating the fashion design concept of the season, so that the invited guests have a preliminary understanding of the design of the season. Looking through the invitation cards of different brands, you can see the clue only from the appearance of the color, card shape and so on. Therefore, the invitation card can be the first threshold of fashion week, or even a work of art.

Wen Yibeier's answer was straightforward, "I can help Catherine to observe the situation and understand the atmosphere of the show." After all, Eleven Design is about to get involved in the brand field, and being able to attend the four major fashion weeks is a good start. "It would be even better if we could get to know some big-name designers. Maybe they can also pay attention to Katherine." For new designers, Hua is important, but attention is equally important. There are top designers to help endorse and top magazines to give comments, it is definitely an excellent opportunity for new designers to reach the sky.

Looking back at Eden-Hudson, who was still lying on the sofa chair, Evan-Bell adjusted his collar, "Aren't you up yet?"

Eden-Hudson put down the invitation card, looked up at Evan-Bell, and there was a hint of imperceptible helplessness on the iceberg face. Evan-Bell didn't care at all, and gave him a stern look, "Get up!" Eden-Hudson put all the invitation cards on the table next to him, put his feet down on the sofa chair, but he still sat on it motionless.

Seeing Eden-Hudson like this, Evan-Bell picked up the coat on the bed and threw it directly on the sofa chair. Eden-Hudson didn't have to look up, he could feel the indifference in Evan-Bell's eyes. Resolute in the discussion, he picked up his jacket and stood up.

Although Eden-Hudson seems to have returned to normal in the past two days, at least nothing abnormal can be seen from his expression. However, Evan-Bell clearly knew that the gossip flames in Eden-Hudson's heart seemed to be frozen. Time can heal wounds, but the measurement of time is not based on the length of the wound. Some wounds can never be restored to their original state.

Walking out of the Langham Hotel, the heavy rain was still pouring down, and only sparse vehicles could be seen on the road like snails crawling on the road. The reporters behind him were bustling, but there were only a dozen reporters, but everyone was fighting for a favorable position. They just hoped not to lose Evan and Bell, so the scene became a bit more chaotic.

Standing at the door, Evan Yibel refused the caller's call for a taxi, took the black umbrella handed over by the lobby manager, and Evan Yibell walked into the rain curtain. Huge raindrops came in a series, constantly hitting the top of the umbrella, making a dull "bang" sound, the slippers on the feet stepped on the puddles on the ground, and then splashed a splash of water, and the crystal water droplets flew to the ground. On the feet of the rolled up navy blue denim kùkù, the originally dark denim kù color gradually turned black.

Evan Bell, wearing slippers, stepped briskly in the torrential rain and walked down Regent Street. Eden-Hudson followed behind, wearing a pair of black military boots, his steps were steady and firm, and he fell behind him unhurriedly. The rain curtain was still thick and heavy, and even cars on the street were fine, not to mention pedestrians. The two black umbrellas were like two droplets of ink in a cyan rain curtain, blurring out the deep colors and drawing a long curve on the flagstones of Regent Street.

The reporters froze in the back, looking at each other. Looking at the posture of Evan-Bell and Eden-Hudson, it is like going shopping, so why not follow? However, Evan Bell's trip to Stockholm has not yet been discovered, and the four major fashion weeks also need to be interviewed. The reporters can only accept their fate. It seems that they must keep up.

While complaining about the bad weather in London, he opened the umbrella he carried with him and turned it into bright colors, blending into the blue rain curtain, making the bleak and desolate city scene immediately more colorful. .

When he reached the middle of Regent Street, Evan Bell looked left and right, pondered for a while, then turned to the left, passed the alley, and came to Savile Row next door. Looking at this very ordinary street, Evan Bell did not have much emotion, turned to the right and walked straight.

At this moment, there was a cloud of black ink oncoming, and the black long-handled umbrella, as thick as the color dyed after the inkstone table was accidentally overturned, propped up a world in the rain and fog.

The umbrella was played a little low, and I couldn't see the face, just a dark red Li knee-high jacket that included the body forest that belonged only to women. , you can see that there is a looming black knee-length dress inside, the raindrops keep falling on the ground, and then splash and fall on the pair of black low-heeled leather shoes. But the women's footsteps are still calm, without the slightest splash of mud and water,' just lift their feet steadily between the puddles, showing the elegance and nobility of the owner.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and Evan-Bell walked towards the wind. The umbrella couldn't help but fluttered backwards. The dense raindrops all hit him in an instant, which forced him to tilt the umbrella forward with all his strength, and then lifted it up. Go with the wind. A messy voice came from behind "Hey, don't get in the way!", "Where the **** is Evan going?", "Damn the weather", "Damn Evan Bell..."

The chaotic voice was shattered in the wind blowing from all directions, and Evan Bell didn't care too much, just looked back to see if Eden Hudson was lost. As soon as he turned around, he happened to pass by the female *** beside him. Evan Bell didn't notice anything. Seeing Eden Hudson was less than five yards behind him, he shouted, "Follow up. , it's on the street." Eden-Hudson was still unhurried. However, he noticed that the woman who was approaching stopped her steps, raised her umbrella, and came out of the face covered with time under the umbrella, her silver-white hair combed into a neat hairstyle. Updo. Although the rain curtain is very thick, you can still vaguely see the oriental appearance of Liu Meigua's face, but the specifics are not clear.

Eden-Hudson took two steps forward, and found that the woman's eyes were fixed on Evan-Bell who was leaving. Evan-Bell didn't notice the people around him, and after calling Eden-Hudson, he immediately stopped. Move on. Therefore, the woman couldn't help but turn her head, and found that her vision had reached the limit, so she couldn't help turning around again, still looking at Evan Bell who was leaving. At this time, Eden-Hudson had already walked to the woman's side, and saw the woman's persistent eyes, with a faint hint of shock and confusion in the rain and fog.

There was no time to distinguish the demeanor and expression of women, Eden Hudson also missed the female **** and kept up with the pace of Evan Bell.

After walking a dozen or so yards, Eden-Hudson suddenly thought of something, and when he turned around, he saw a group of reporters chasing after the woman in a hurry. And the woman had turned her head, turned around, held an umbrella and continued to move forward again, in a completely opposite path to that of Evan Bell and Eden Hudson.

Did you just see it wrong? Eden-Hudson shook his head, it seemed that the latest thing was overthinking.

Turning around, Eden-Hudson saw Evan-Bell's slightly distant back, the pair of nose and feet wearing slippers, happily stepping on the puddles, like someone who is keen to tread water on a rainy day. like a child. He also didn't expect that Evan-Bell would choose to wear slippers to go out in the rain in this cold January. Presumably, the reporters behind him were all terrified.

Evan Bell quickly found his destination on Burlington, pushed open the thick wooden door, and entered the bar, which was dry and warm by the fire, from the cold rain. It was only seven o'clock in the evening, and there was still some time before the meal time. The bar was empty. Only the bartender and the owner were busy at the counter. Through the kitchen window, a few busy figures could be seen, probably at Ready for a busy dinner.

There is no need to scan more, the only guest at present is Epner-Alfred, not to mention his long silver-white hair is blooming with brilliant colors under the dim fire and lights, making people look at them. you can see.

"Evan!" Epner-Alfred stood up excitedly and then excitedly gave Evan-Bell a big hug. After letting go, he was chatting non-stop, and his ecstatic expression clearly conveyed his excitement, "It's been a long time. I've been really busy for the past six months with that song "Sky Light, That Movie", even if it's Eden-Hard Sen and the reporters entered the bar one after another, but none of them could interrupt Epner-Alfred's continuous flow.

In fact, when a large group of people poured in, the bar staff were unexpectedly busy. They did not expect that there would be customers so early in the rainy weather. Normally, the business of the bar will be busy at least after 7:30. Not to mention the bad weather today.

"Epner, this is my friend, Eden Hudson." Evan Bell knew that talking to Epner Alfred, don't worry about interrupting him is a rude thing, call at any time Cut him off and change the topic at any time, and he will be immediately distracted, and then continue along the topic excitedly. That's right in front of you.

"Okay, I'm Epner-Alfred. I met Evan last summer..." Sure enough, the silver-haired man immediately started introducing himself.

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