When Han Yun was driving to 751D Park on Jiuxianqiao Road, he had black eyes and a spirit-defying look.

He was still thinking about the "burial", and because of this, he didn't sleep well all night.

Field history records... after his death, the state teacher buried him.

Absurd! That cup of poisonous wine was sent by him!

After Han Yun's death, he always thought that Fu Yuan wanted this country, but...

Forced to be buried because of the murder?

But he knew in his heart that no one could have forced him, and that if he hadn't been in the country, his throne would not have been saved. In this world, there are more people who fear the National Teacher than they fear the emperor.

What's more, Fu Yuan has never leaked.

No one could compel him to do anything he wouldn't do.

Han Yun grew more and more anxious. He didn't believe it in his heart. He didn't believe that the poison was under Fu Yuan, and he didn't believe in the funeral he gave himself.

It's fucking bullshit.

The taxi drove to the destination and Han Yun got off. He now basically knows how to use his mobile phone, and has now figured out how to use the taxi software.

With a temporary work permit hanging around his neck, he followed the signs into the backstage of the Central Publishing Hall in Block A.

The background is very open, the black wall and the ground of the industrial wind appear empty and fall under the illumination of the cold light. There are cardboard boxes in the corner, flowers in some boxes, light cameras and other devices, and even a long dining table with workers putting up colorful cakes, drinks and fruit.

Everything hasn't been set up yet. Sixty interviewed models waited quietly in place in private clothes, and were automatically divided into two queues by gender.

One staff member went one by one to hang a huge plate with a pin on their clothes.

Han Yun is the 47th.

In addition to these sixty high-altitude adult models, the most noticeable is a group of children's models next to them, like a spring outing in an elementary school, wearing uniforms, but these little models are quiet, with naive eyebrows look. Several female staff were distributing snacks and ice cream for them, and the models were looking at them with a dazed eye.

Han Yun also looked at it with a wry eye and wanted to eat it.        

He was somewhat confused about who the children were, because they all looked so beautiful, they had profound, three-dimensional features, their lips so pink and their looks similar.

At this moment, a brown-haired white male with glasses in front of him said something aloud, and the translator on the side conveyed: "This is the design director, Mr. Morris."

Then the staff pushed out long hangers, with many identical but different designs, mostly white and light blue, covered with lace pleats, giving a romantic and refreshing feel.

The translation again said: "Before the end of the 19th century, the children's clothing existed in the form of 'reduced adult clothes'. The tailors made a small set according to the style of adult clothes- this is the clothes for the children. Today, we are going to change the concept, and the tailor will make a big one according to the style of children's clothes. Later, you will try on our big children's clothing. The theme of this show is called "Dreamland" and will be held next week on Children's Day. At the brand launch, Mr. Morris will personally choose clothing and partners for you."

After that, Mr. Morris came up with an icy, lovely girl, whose assistant quickly found a long skirt that was low and long, and she stood on tiptoe and raised her arms and lifted her clothes high.

Mr. Morris glanced at the clothes, then a sharp eye swept over the adult models, pausing for half a second in their bodies and faces. He quickly found the right person to call: "Nos. 5, 17 and 19."

When he pointed out, he asked the girl gently: "Baby, which one?"

The models who were there barely had the experience of a children's show, said with a whisper, "Where are we going to pick our partners?"

"After all, it's children's clothing. Everything has to be considered by the little models. Don't look at how many shows we've seen in Europe, we're more experienced than they are, it doesn't really matter."

"I don't know how to do it, can the designer's headquarters be casual?"

"At any rate, isn't that something that can be solved by a lottery? It's supposed to be tailored early on for the little models, the adult clothes are all uniform, so we're going to have to be there."

The process went ahead quickly, with one or more successful partners coming to the side, and Morris's assistants quickly picked up the numbered clothes from the rack.

The less the models are, the more impatient Han Yun became, he had no idea why he has to perform such a duty for the original owner.

At that point, Han Yun saw a familiar figure, running his short legs towards the steps of the designer's station.

It's a pretty blond kid in a uniform suit, a curly blond hair with a little pigtail, like a fairy.

Han Yun remembered that this was the child he met in the stairwell that day, and he only learned that the child was originally a bandwagon.

The assistant pulled out a pearl-white Peter Pan-collar satin nightgown from the hanger. In children's wear, the men's clothing is less designed than women's, and when you zoom in on it, you can still see that it's a funny design, and no such man would wear it.

This pajamas-style fashion also features the finest soft fabrics. This is the basic principle of the children's clothing industry-in order to ensure that children's delicate skin does not cause any discomfort when they come into contact with the fabric, so extreme softness and exquisiteness are the essential attributes that the children's clothing fabrics must have.

The beaded white blue-lotus-leaf nightgown seemed to have not done much design, nor had it been printed in excess, but its craft was extremely attentive.

The embroidery on each piece of clothing is done by hand to ensure that the details are perfect, which is like the high-level customization in children's clothing. This soft and skin-friendly design concept can predict how many parents will buy crazy for their children.

This time, Mr. Morris spent a few minutes looking over the faces of the remaining 20 men's models, the only men's pajamas in the collection, but in style and color, the same as the whole 'Dreamland'.

He wanted to find a male model with a clean and soft temperament and a more refined face to wear the suit, but most of the features of Asian models look flat and sophisticated, completely different from European models. Which were also the most popular look in the fashion world, making it difficult to find particularly beautiful Asian models.

But Morris remembers seeing a newcomer at the interview, being a bit overbearing...

He looked for him.

When Morris saw the man who was eating a cupcake by the dining table, he almost thought he was wrong, and yesterday interviewed him on the T-stage, and he was like a wild lion. How come now...

Han Yun had been watching the staff who had placed the food on the table, just waiting to see the staff members leaving, then, he ran past without notice, secretly took a few strawberry cupcakes, all designed for the children models.

He ate four or five of them at once.

Not to blame him, he didn't eat for several days, he ate the soup bag ordered by Sun Wenyan yesterday, ate two peaches at night, and ate two peaches this morning, and a bottle of ice milk.

In the shower, he almost had to open the window and jump!

In the past, a maid rubbed his back... now he didn't even take a bath. He had to stand and take a shower. When the water fell from the above, Han Yun felt like it was raining outside.

Such small apartment is not as big as the toilet room he used.

He feels like he's dying.

How can he resist the temptation of food when he is so hungry that he can put his eyes out? He had never eaten a sweet and greasy dessert like a cream cake, and became addicted one by one. Hearing someone called "Forty-Seven", he did not respond.

The interpreter shouted: "47th! The 47th who's having breakfast!"

"Huh?" Han Yun responded, this is him! He licked the corner of his mouth, his face calm, and he raised his hand as if nothing happened: "Oh, I heard it."

As he walked past, he heard several male models as they roll their eyes: "Look at his quality. It's not the first time he's a model. Yet he's smiling and laughing, to actually eat at such times..."

"It's a hidden rule, right?"

Huh? A hidden rule?

The memory in his head quickly gave a corresponding explanation.

Han Yun's cold eyes rolled over.

Several of them immediately hissed, turning their heads awkwardly: "He didn't wipe the cream off the corner of his mouth ..."

"Mm, why is he so cute..."

As Han Yun walked past, the assistant held up his clothes and tiptoed into him for a try. Morris mused his chin for a few seconds and asked the little boy, "Louis, what do you think of this partner?"

Louis opened his eyes to look at Han Yun, thought about it and nodded slowly.

The designer also looked at Han Yun, and unexpectedly found that the eastern model looked a little similar to his little model, because he had a very white skin and a very light eye color.

He said something Han Yun couldn't understand.

The translator said: "Mr. Morris said that Louis Jr. was his muse, and the design of this pajamas was his favorite set throughout the "Dreamland" series. Such a dreamy and cute style to see in an adult is difficult to control. He said that you are suitable."

It's difficult to control, but said that he is suitable. Is that a compliment?

Han Yun smiled and narrowed his eyes.

The translation added: "He also said that if you didn't have breakfast, you could go to the dining table to fill your stomach."

Han Yun was even more delighted, nodding with a smile and replying to the translator: "Tell Mr. Mo, thank you."

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