But at this moment, he no longer, and dared not, think that way.
Six years later, Xie Chenlu is no longer the Xie Chenlu he knew.
But... how could this be?
He wasted five years of his life and was only recruited into YL Studio by Ye Li last year.
If someone can easily beat someone who works hard every day even after giving up their passion for five years, then what's the point of hard work for those who do?
Since I have no talent, I'll just... live a mediocre life.
is that so?
Hu Jingyao stared blankly at the big screen.
Six years ago, after breaking up with Xie Chenlu, he accepted an offer from a top American designer studio and went to the United States.
It is said that the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment. Hu Jingyao only found out after arriving in the United States that everything was different from what he had imagined.
He thought he would be valued, filled with amazement and praise, with a constant stream of excellent works, and would become an overnight sensation.
Just like Xie Chenlu back then.
However, there was nothing there.
In the studio, he and Cheng Yanxi were no different from the other designers around them, completing their designs step by step every day, only to be submerged in a sea of more stunning and eye-catching designs.
They do almost repetitive work day after day, then wait for the opportunity to participate in competitions or be selected by the chief to stand out and get promoted and receive a raise.
Despite working as a jewelry designer, Hu Jingyao often felt like a worker on an assembly line.
Even without him, there will be another Wang Jingyao or Li Jingyao, doing the things he has done or is about to do.
If you do well, you'll get a promotion and a raise.
If you don't do well, you'll be eliminated.
Every year, many designers come to join the studio, injecting a constant stream of fresh blood and creating a constant stream of new designs.
Hu Jingyao felt that his inspiration was about to run dry.
Even the thought of getting up early every day to go to the studio felt like torture to him.
It's completely different from before...
Hu Jingyao couldn't help but think of the past.
When I followed Xie Chenlu, life was leisurely and carefree.
Despite learning jewelry design from him, he acted like an unreliable travel blogger, taking them to the suburbs and mountains to do all sorts of strange and unusual things, just to see a sunrise or wait for a flower to bloom.
But the inspiration he evoked was like spring water gushing from a geyser, or flowers blooming overnight in a garden, countless in number.
He hadn't felt this relaxed and carefree yet intellectually stimulating feeling in a long time.
"Brother Yao, Brother Yao!!!"
My arm was shaken.
Hu Jingyao snapped out of his daze and saw a designer in the front row stand up, visibly excited.
The applause and cheers from all around surged in like waves.
Not knowing what had happened, Hu Jingyao subconsciously looked towards the stage.
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