By the sea of ​​the capital, Qiao Muyuan has a low-key and peaceful villa.

After returning to the capital, she lived here. Every morning, the alarm clock rang and opened the curtains. In front of her was the blue sky and the deep blue sea, with rough waves and flat beaches.

There is a layer of wooden boards on the balcony. When you push open the balcony door and step on the board, Qiao Muyuan likes to lie by the railing, pillowing with his arms and squint his eyes to see the rippling water light under the sunset in the morning.

The deep blue sea water hit the beach, smoothing out the traces of sand and stones, and the air was filled with a salty and fishy smell.

The servant delivered the breakfast to the balcony: "Miss, morning."

"morning."

Qiao Muyuan was wearing a loose black suspender skirt and covered her thin white sunscreen shirt. Her hair was simply tied up with black hair rings. She sat under the parasol and there were several magazines on the table.

The wind blows the pages of the book, and the colorful inner pages rise with the wind.

The servant put the breakfast in front of her and left.

This was the first day she had done architectural design with Mr. Fu. Qiao Muyuan took a photo and posted it on WeChat Moments - a new beginning.

The photos show the sea, the beach, and the exquisite breakfast tray.

She was eating breakfast alone and looking through her cell phone.

Qiao Chengfan: It’s morning, the breakfast is good.

Qiao Zhixing: Sister, early.

Liang Kai: Have you started working?

Qiao Muyuan replied to a few comments and put down his phone and had breakfast.

The wind blew the broken hair on her temples. She lowered her head and tasted breakfast silently, and her heart was very calm.

In my ears are the whistling sound of the sea water slapping against the rocks, seagulls fly together, and the water and sky are the same color.

Qiao Muyuan arrived at Mr. Fu's office on time. Mr. Fu had retired a long time ago and had no choice but to accept apprentices, but because he had always had a good relationship with the Qiao family, he accepted Qiao Muyuan as his apprentice.

Mr. Fu has his own independent studio, which is now managed by his son, and he does research and lectures behind the scenes.

Mr. Fu arranged a separate office for Qiao Muyuan, and gave some of his treasured books to Qiao Muyuan to read.

When I came to work on the first day, the girl was very serious and read. When she encountered problems she didn't understand, she would ask her seniors for advice. She was very modest and did not have the airs of a young lady.

Everyone in the studio said that Qiao Muyuan is easy to get along with.

At noon, Liang Kai called Qiao Muyuan.

"Are you used to it on the first day of work?"

"Habits, everyone takes good care of me, I am the youngest one."

"Mr. Fu is famous. You can learn a lot with him. I will see you if you have time."

"Brother Liang Kai, did you get up so early?"

"Well, I woke up early in summer, I just washed up and went out for a morning jog later."

"Brother Liang Kai, you are very self-disciplined."

"So too, you're a very good girl."

Qiao Muyuan felt embarrassed when she heard others praise him.

They didn't call for too long, and they hung up the phone.

Qiao Muyuan looked through the books and looked at a project that Mr. Fu recently took to students to do, which was the new Beijing Art Museum. They are studying sketches and submitting the draft before the end of the year.

Mr. Fu planned to hand over the back garden part to Qiao Muyuan for design. Qiao Muyuan was nervous and took on the project carefully.

She also knew that if it weren't for her father's relationship, she wouldn't have come into contact with such famous teachers and projects, so she cherished them very much.

The delivery time for the back garden part is not the end of the year, and it is relatively abundant and suitable for practicing.
Chapter completed!