Ai Qianqian sat in the interview area wearing a grass-green off-shoulder top and an apricot yellow dress. His soft and fluffy hair shone like satin, his white and slender hands were holding the black microphone and tilting his head. His clear and naughty eyes looked at the assistant Ruimei who was facing her photographing.

Ruimei lowered the camera and opened her lips exaggeratedly, making a gesture of ok.

Ai Qianqian lowered his head and smiled slightly, knowing that Meimei told her not to be nervous. Hearing the host's opening, he quickly sat down right.

It was a bit nervous when I participated in the offline communication activities of the website fashion up for the first time. However, Limei's exaggerated lips and expressions immediately made her feel relaxed.

“…I studied fashion design abroad for four years. After graduation, I interned in a fashion magazine for half a year. After returning to China, I started working as a fashion dresser blogger…”

Ai Qianqian's speech speed and expression were naturally relaxed, and the picture in the photography frame was extremely pleasing to the eye. Ruimei breathed a sigh of relief, and the corners of her mouth were unconsciously raised.

Host: "Have there been any changes in the personal style in the early stages of creation and the present? Are there any experiences and explorations in the middle?"

Hearing the host's question, Ai Qianqian looked at the berry.

"When I first started making videos, I didn't even know how to shoot or what to shoot. I don't know if others like what I filmed. What to do if others don't like, I'm very confused.

Until I met Limei. She was my assistant and my best friend. She said: "You don't have to care so much. As long as you are yourself, you must first understand who you are and what you are going to do, and then continue to shoot, improve, and then improve, forming a good cycle. At that time, I had only more than 1,000 fans, and then slowly accumulate little by little. Now there are more than one million..."

Unprepared for being nominated, surrounded by various gazes in an instant, and Ruimei started sweating with her hands holding the camera. Fortunately, the host's next question attracted the attention of the present to Ai Qianqian again.

Host: "Do you want to say anything to everyone?"

Ai Qianqian thought for a moment.

"At first when I was going to be a fashion blogger, many people said that the fashion blogger was already very introverted, there was no content to do, there would be no advertisements, and there was no market.

I want to tell you, no matter what difficulties you encounter, don’t give up easily and try again. No one can deny you, unless you deny yourself! As long as you work hard and continue to do what you believe, you will definitely achieve your ideal.

A fan sent me a private message saying that it became better to copy my outfit video. At that moment, I was very happy and very accomplished."

...

The applause seemed to be still echoing in my ears, and the plane had slowly landed at Baiyun Airport.

The red SUV turned around the corner, and white villas hidden in the afterglow of the sunset appeared in front of you.

Ai Qianqian was half lying and half leaning on the back seat of the car. At this time, the phone had a video connection request.

"It's my dad."

She shook her phone at the driver's seat, and her father always kept a close eye on her whereabouts.

"Qianqian..."

"I just came back from the airport and got home right away. The car was driven by Limei. We put the car in the airport parking lot before departure. It is very convenient to come back, so don't worry about me."

Ai Qianqian answered the questions his father was concerned about and grinned.

"That's good. Don't be tired. Eat on time and don't stay up late. You're too thin now!"

Ai Hongshi pushed his glasses and wanted to see his daughter more clearly in the video.

"I understand, don't worry, let's talk about it, and there are also Bellie who takes care of me."

She turned the camera toward the raspberry in the driver's seat.

Ruimei nodded quickly: "Hello uncle."

"Thank you, Meimei, fortunately, you are here, my uncle can't get away with this job. Qianqian was unable to arrive yesterday when he moved. How about it, is the decoration of the studio still suitable..."

Because her father was busy with work, Ai Qianqian could see her father for a few times throughout the year. He moved into the villa studio given to her by his father yesterday, and then set off to Shanghai to participate in the website activities.

My father couldn't stop every time he cared about it.

"Okay, okay, dad, you said this a hundred times. The studio is pretty good, thank you dad. By the way, I wish you a happy birthday! You should also remember your birthday wish for a person."

Ai Qianqian turned the video camera to himself.

"My only wish is my baby daughter to be healthy, happy and happy."

"I'm home, I'll hang up first!"

My daughter's face was frozen for a second, and the screen of the phone dimmed. Ai Hongshi shook her head and smiled bitterly.

The car slowly slowed down in front of the villa area gate.

Ai Qianqian got out of the car and pulled the car door to send an invitation:

"Don't leave, stay in my house."

It was getting late, and Ai Qianqian didn't want Meili to drive back to the rental house for another 30 minutes.

"I'm not used to it, I like to be alone and use my phone to play with my phone if I have something to do."

"Oh well!"

Watching the red SUV leave, Ai Qianqian pushed open the gate.

The breeze is not blowing, and the fragrance of flowers is bursting. Several osmanthus trees grow side by side like pk in the four seasons until they are almost level with the balcony on the second floor.

He stretched his waist long and turned his head to look at the orange-red moon rising in the sky.
Chapter completed!