The moonlight, like water, gently bathed the two of them, and in a trance, they became one.

"By the way, where is your home?" Chu Fang asked.

“My family?” Zhong Tingyue tilted her head, looked up at the night sky, and replied softly, “My family is a little less well off than yours. My parents are genuine farmers who make a living by farming. During the off-season, my dad does odd jobs for others. After I started working, there was one less idle person in the family, and life was still manageable.”

"Hmm... I also have a younger sister who just started junior high school. Her grades are pretty good; she should be able to get into a top university..."

A soft sound echoed around.

Chu Fang raised his eyebrows and listened quietly; this was all useful information.

After the other person finished speaking, he asked, "So what are your thoughts on the future?"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Tingyue's lips were beautifully shaped and smooth, with a rosy lip color like cherries. She parted her lips slightly and said, "My thoughts are similar to yours. I want to find someone I love and live out the rest of my life in peace."

As if sensing Chu Fang's disdain, she rolled her eyes: "Of course, there's a difference between you and me. I want to buy a house in Shanghai and settle down. If the opportunity arises, I'd like to quit my job and open my own private studio, designing suitable interior layouts for clients based on my own ideas."

At this point, she smiled and said, "The job I do now is not what I imagined at first. It's just a job for a wage earner, saying hypocritical things and doing things against my conscience. I haven't used any of the professional knowledge I studied for four years. It's all been spent on socializing and networking."

Interior design has transformed from a skilled job into a semi-sales job.

She often had to change her mind for the company's benefit, designing a series of fancy compositions. Looking at those designs, she wanted to throw them straight into the trash.

What are the differences between the drawing methods in chatgpt and other languages?

It's not even as good as chatgpt's drawing.

A pile of dissertations!

"Oh, so you still have poetry and distant places to dream about?"

Chu Fang never expected that she had the idea of ​​opening a studio.

Thinking about it, it's understandable. After all, everyone has their own dreams and aspirations, and Zhong Tingyue wants to become an excellent interior designer.

“Of course.” Zhong Tingyue nodded. “Do you think I’m a lazy bum like you? I have ambitions, you know.”

"Hmm... ...I have a presumptuous idea."

"Since you're being presumptuous, then don't say it. I don't want to hear it."

"Hehe, you just have to say it." Chu Fang laughed. "Zhong Tingyue, aren't you being too greedy? You want both everlasting love and a successful career. Are you just daydreaming?"

"Wrong! It's nighttime now, the perfect time to dream."

“That makes sense,” Chu Fang replied. “Then here’s the question: love and career are in conflict. If a conflict arises between the two, which would you choose?”

Zhong Tingyue blurted out: "Love."

"You don't need to answer so decisively; you can think about it more."

There's no need to overthink it.

Chu Fang patted Zhong Tingyue on the shoulder with a serious expression: "Congratulations, you're destined to be a bachelor for life. There's a saying that goes, the more you want something, the easier it is to lose it."

“… …” Zhong Tingyue’s lips twitched noticeably. She suppressed her emotions and said slowly, “Are you cursing me? If I can’t have love, then you can’t have it either.”

"Whatever." Chu Fang shrugged. "I've never experienced love anyway."

Suddenly, Zhong Tingyue stopped and smiled, suggesting in a joking tone, "How about this, we're both thirty and still single, so let's make do for each other in our next life."

Many of our true feelings are expressed in a joking manner.

"Hmm..." Chu Fang stroked his chin. "That won't do. You're three years older than me. You're like an old cow eating young grass. I'd be at a huge disadvantage."

"A woman three years older than her husband is like a golden brick."

"Then why don't you be a few years older than me? I want to hold more gold bricks; I'm a greedy person."

Are you implying I'm old?

"Don't misunderstand, I'm being explicit."

“I… …kill… …you!” Zhong Tingyue said through gritted teeth, each word distinct.

Just as she clenched her fists, wanting to teach this arrogant brat a lesson, she saw Chu Fang flee the spot at lightning speed, unlike the limping patient from before.

The two chased each other back to the neighborhood under the moonlight, one after the other.

At the elevator, Chu Fang was finally caught by Zhong Tingyue, who pinched him lightly a few times as punishment. As they exited the elevator, the latter stopped, patted her pocket, and said in a casual manner, "By the way, are you free tomorrow? My childhood friend gave me two concert tickets. He Yi has to work tomorrow and won't be able to go with me. Are you coming?"

As she spoke, Zhong Tingyue could almost hear her own heart pounding. A storm raged within her, while she had to maintain an outward composure.

Moving to the Tanhua residential area was definitely useful; otherwise, I would never have had the chance to attend a concert like this... Chu Fang raised an eyebrow: "Hmm... let me think about it."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Tingyue felt annoyed: "Go if you want, don't go if you don't."

It's as if I'm begging you to go.

After saying that, she headed straight home, her steps slow.

"Get lost, you're a fool not to take advantage of a good deal."

"Hmph!" Zhong Tingyue opened the door, gave a soft hum, her tone tinged with arrogance, then ignored him and slammed the door shut, the sound echoing in the hallway.

Seeing this, Chu Fang spread his hands and said, "Women."

... ...

Late at night, Zhong Tingyue lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. So she stood by the window, gazing at the bright moon in the sky, its light streaming down her body like water.

I noticed her brows furrowed slightly.

She simply couldn't understand love.

"Sigh!" She slowly withdrew her gaze and sighed softly.

... ...

Chu Fang, who lives next door, also couldn't sleep.

Unlike Zhong Tingyue's anxiety and sorrow, his insomnia was caused by excitement and agitation.

The thought of going to a concert with Zhong Tingyue tomorrow, especially since she was the one who invited him, signifies a significant development in their relationship.

From strangers to colleagues, then from colleagues to neighbors, and from neighbors to friends, things have progressed in a positive direction, even faster than he had imagined.

"Zhong Tingyue, you can't escape my grasp." Chu Fang clenched his fist.

At this moment, he was already halfway through opening the champagne, already imagining the scenes of the two of them falling in love, getting married, and having children, and had even found a kindergarten for the children.

Under the bright moon, a man and a woman, each with their own thoughts, gaze at the sky, unable to fall asleep for a long time.