Did Mr. Xu Confess Today? Chapter 342

Chapter 342 Dreaming Space

Classical style and modern style are two completely different styles, so you don't have to overthrow your original copywriting. The starting point is good, but Luo Xin is more literary and more suitable for classical design with copywriting. Her modern design experience Derived from the standardized design of Kendang Company, the standard is the standard, just experience rather than amazing.

"Don't be surprised, let's do it."

The word hands-on is very spiritual, but Mr. Ali doesn't know where to start. His design is biased. His experience is small and micro shops and chains, and he has no idea for such large-sized shops.

"Where do I start?"

Luo Xin seems that the copywriting this time is also very modern: dream-making space.

Space pays attention to progress and links, which are the superposition of many implied relationships, while dreaming space is a visual impact, not only with light and shadow, but also stunning, forgetting and remembrance, washing and longing, so that it is never forgotten.

Talking about dreams last night, the space at night is like dreams.

In my dream, I don't know who I'm a guest, and it seems like a modern Taoyuan isolated from the world.

"You will forget it when you wake up from a dream."

"It is a dream that will not be forgotten."

Mr. Ali still didn't understand what she meant.

The current copywriting still seems to be leaning towards the classics.

The so-called dream state, most people know that they are dreaming, and many people also have lucid dreams. This is the starting point.

It looks like a classical courtyard outside. People who have not come in know that they have the experience, but those who have not come in know that there is something else. The curiosity of behavioral psychology and the mystery of new things make this contrasting sense of collision even more. There are layers, like Lingnan's specialty dessert **** juice Zhan Nai, with unique chemical reactions.

The main design of Dream Space is a strong contrast and impact.

Looking outside the door is the mottled old city wall that records the appearance of history. Until the door is pushed in, you can see the modern white simplicity and the warm light of goose yellow, walking along the corridor, involuntarily towards the established The place is like a person who has been traveling for a long time and returned to an old place in his dream. Every place claims to be a landscape. These landscapes play the role of a listener in the place surrounded by the city wall, making people involuntarily caress every brick. , Facing the Buddha's thoughts, breathing deeply and listening to the words in the heart of the person who raised his head, input infinite yearning here, the food eaten turned into power, complete the gluttony of one's soul, and output the desire for a better life.

Mr. Ali is fascinated by listening. Time is not long. The little girl thinks well. Dreaming is a journey through time and space. From the moment of entering the space of dreams, everything grows wings of dreams.

"How did your little head come up with it?"

"Think about it, my friend, can you do it this time?"

It's one thing to say, but it's another thing to actually implement it on the drawings.

Mr. Ali looked at the black gurgling drawing on the computer screen, and the mouse didn't know where to start.

"Starting from the gate, the gate is still a mountain house. This is the original appearance of the building, and it is also the design of our own preliminary competition. This is also a kind of deepening."

After understanding this meaning, Mr. Ali started his interactive performance with drawings and a mouse. It looked like a mouse wandering around, drawing strokes and strokes. Each line segment is a dramatist, and a group of dramatists make a copy. .

Luo Xin seems to be implementing his own modeling while giving advice to Mr. Ali. Luo Xin seems to be acting as their most annoying Party A, pointing and pointing. Mr. Ali is crystal clear like a little daughter-in-law in the old society. He was picky, and kept improving in accordance with Luo Xin's opinions.

"You still live to be the person you hate the most, huh."

Luo Xin seemed to raise his eyebrows, it turned out that he could be so annoying.

"Here, this cannot be placed here, to weaken the copper smell of the business itself."

"Hmph, I like the smell of copper, all the smell of copper in the world, hit me!"

The copywriting took shape and the design was on the right track. The two also let go of their tension and started to talk and laugh.

At lunch time, Mr. Ali said that he didn't want to go out, so Luo Xin seemed to go get the meal by himself.

"Let's go chant together."

I was still joking for the last second, and Mr. Ali's face suddenly became gloomy in the next second.

"There must be a person guarding the computer. You will never understand the bad roots of people. You must defend others, you know?"

Luo Xin seemed to know that he meant something. Although there was only an hour's level, he still needed to be guarded, but his fear and prevention of Chuyang had reached this point.

Luo Xin seemed to take a cup out to collect water, and came back to eat by the way. Her appetite was very large. It was a buffet at noon, and she took a lot of food.

"Just you? Where's my master?"

I have to say that Chu Yang still has feelings for the word Master. If it weren't for knowing her frenzied counterattack Junxian, Luo Xin seemed willing to shake hands with her, even if it was for the forgetful peach and plum spring breeze.

"He is drawing pictures, which happens to be the key moment."

Chuyang said, she actually wanted to pull her up, Luo Xin seemed to dislike others touching herself, so she took advantage of the situation and hid.

"Oh, what are you hiding? I can't eat you again."

Luo Xin seemed to be guarding her own meal, Chu Yang chattered, nagging, and constantly looking for topics. Luo Xin seemed to feel more and more difficult, and she was about to be entangled in social terror, so she fled back to her own Compartment.

"What's wrong? Are you in a hurry?"

Luo Xinsi still chooses to tell Mr. Ali, after all, he knows Chu Yang best.

"She has been chasing me just now, saying something and nothing, until I have just entered Junxian, and I don't know what to do."

Mr. Ali brought the Luo Xin-like food, smelled it, and looked at it again.

"Why, you want to eat my plate?"

"You child, listen to the right ear with your left ear, and take my words as deaf ears! You want to be fortified, don't you understand?"

He was not angry, his expression was full of depression, Luo Xin didn't seem to dare to speak out.

"Go out and replay a game and come back, and see her immediately turn around, do you hear clearly?"

"Under broad daylight surveillance, what kind of medicine would she dare to give me?"

"But if you let you run to the toilet, you can't stand it! Listen to me, you must be defensive."

Mr. Ali was very insistent. Luo Xin seemed to go out and have another meal. Thanks to his good memory, he remembered where all his favorite foods were. He even ran back to the cubicle. Mr. Ali ran over like a thief. After cooking a few meals casually, he seemed more afraid of Chuyang than Luo Xin, afraid that she would really do tricks, and wanted to keep the fantasies in his heart until the end.

"Master? Are you angry with me?"

(End of this chapter)

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