Chapter 49, Chapter 49, shall we draw here, depicting ourselves now? ...
After that day, Zhou Shiye's studio underwent its first thorough cleaning.
Zhou Shiye took one meaningless doodle after another off the easel and piled them in the corner.
After having his assistant move all his painting-related items away, Zhou Shiye retrieved a professional camera and lens that had been forgotten for a long time from the storage cabinet.
Zhou Shiye was once a key member of the photography club in the law school. The camera was another eye he used to observe the world and express himself.
However, he later focused more on his legal profession, and his feelings for Wen Yu became increasingly obsessive, so this only hobby was completely forgotten.
Now, he needs to find an outlet that belongs only to him, Zhou Shiye.
Perhaps, seeing the world through the lens again will allow him to regain objectivity and composure, and also allow him to emerge from the vortex of "Wen Yu" and breathe a different kind of air.
Zhou Shiye booked a plane ticket to Northern Europe.
There are aurora borealis, fjords, and silent snow there.
Perhaps, leaving the city filled with memories and going to a completely unfamiliar place, trying to piece yourself back together, is a new beginning.
The next day, the plane soared into the sky.
Through the thick clouds, Zhou Shiye looked out the window at the city that was gradually shrinking in size.
He felt empty inside, yet miraculously, he felt a little anticipation for the unknown future.
Unlike Zhou Shiye, who let go of everything to find himself, the atmosphere in the president's office of the Zhou Group was cold and oppressive.
Zhou Yingchen stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, his back stiff.
Outside the window, the city lights shone brightly, but the documents in his hand seemed to be silently mocking his failure tonight.
Zhou Yingchen had never experienced such a decisive and swift defeat with any person or in any matter.
In particular, he was defeated by the girl he once thought he could easily control.
An indescribable sense of loss surged in Zhou Yingchen's chest.
He turned around, grabbed the whiskey bottle on the table, and took a big gulp straight from the bottle. The spicy liquid burned his throat, but it couldn't quell the fire in his heart.
Chen Xu cautiously knocked on the door and entered, reporting on the online discussions about tonight's banquet.
Most of the comments expressed praise for Wen Yu and subtle skepticism about the Zhou family's "forced gift" behavior.
"Press it down."
Zhou Yingchen's voice was hoarse and cold: "Get rid of all discussions that are detrimental to the Zhou family's image."
Chen Xu opened his mouth, but hesitated to speak.
In the end, all he could say was, "Okay, Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou has gone abroad."
Zhou Yingchen frowned deeply.
He looked at Chen Xu in surprise.
Upon hearing Chen Xu's report that Zhou Shiye had gone to Northern Europe to see the Northern Lights, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.
His younger brother actually ran off to a place so far away from Wen Yu?
He gave up?
Zhou Yingchen's eyes were deep and somber.
It sank and sank.
Meanwhile, Wen Yu's life was relatively simple.
The noise brought by the gold medal did not disturb Wen Yu's life too much. Shen Jinhuai blocked most of the media's interview requests and business cooperation invitations for her, and only allowed her to have in-depth interviews with a few authoritative art media.
In the interview, Wen Yu calmly discussed the creative process behind "Chasing the Light" and its relationship with her personal growth.
His words revealed his calm and composure.
After handling the necessary matters, Wen Yu and Shen Jinhuai began preparations for returning to the island.
The night before she left, Wen Yu took a sketchbook out of the bookshelf.
These are her early sketches and doodles from her time on the island.
At the time, I only thought about bringing out the things I liked, but after arriving here, I was restless for various reasons and never opened the sketchbook even once.
Wen Yu sat cross-legged on the carpet, looking at the paintings in her sketchbook, all depicting the azure sea, swaying coconut palms, and rough rocks of an island...
Wen Yu ran her fingertips along the lines of the painting, a slight pang of sadness rising in her heart.
She had just woken up at that time and didn't remember anything.
Wen Yu was filled with fear and unease, but Shen Jinhuai's patient and tireless guidance and unwavering companionship became the light in her darkness.
Continuing to flip through the pages, Wen Yu came across two portrait sketches.
The person in the painting has delicate features, gentle eyes, and a faint yet reassuring smile on his lips.
"What are you looking at?"
Shen Jinhuai's voice came from the direction of the door.
Wen Yu looked up, picked up the sketchbook in her hand and showed it to Shen Jinhuai, her face filled with tender nostalgia: "I found some paintings from when I was on the island."
Shen Jinhuai sat down next to Wen Yu, took the portfolio, and flipped through the pages one by one.
Upon seeing the last two portraits of himself, Shen Jinhuai lowered his head and placed a kiss on Wen Yu's forehead.
The next day, the plane landed on a familiar island.
The sky here is bluer, the clouds are whiter, and even the air is fresher—it's all a comforting and reassuring scent for Wenyu.
The familiar sound of ocean waves washed over me.
Wen Yu couldn't wait to pull Shen Jinhuai to the rooftop terrace.
The setting sun was painting the sky and sea a brilliant golden hue, and the shimmering sea surface was sprinkled with golden fragments.
In the distance, several seabirds flew across the sky.
"This place is indeed the most beautiful."
Wen Yu leaned against the railing, letting the sea breeze blow through her long hair and skirt.
Shen Jinhuai embraced Wen Yu from behind, resting his chin on the top of her head, his voice deep and warm: "Then this time, shall we stay on the island for a few more days?"
"OK."
Over the next few days, Wen Yu and Shen Jinhuai lived a simple yet fulfilling life together.
The two walked hand in hand through every corner of the island, visiting a secluded bay that Wen Yu loved, and even lying on the rocks to watch the sunrise.
That evening, Wen Yu and Shen Jinhuai arrived at the highest point on the hillside, which offered a panoramic view of the entire island.
The two embraced as they watched the sunset slowly sink below the horizon, the sky change from vibrant to deep blue, and the first star twinkle on the horizon.
For a moment, all that remained was the sound of the wind and the faint sound of the waves.
Wen Yu leaned against Shen Jinhuai's chest, watching the lights on the island gradually illuminate under the night sky, feeling sweet and happy inside.
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, in the frigid Nordic region.
Zhou Shiye, wrapped in a thick down jacket, set up his tripod and waited for the aurora to appear in the cold, icy wind.
The camera is pointed at the deep, star-studded night sky, and Zhou Shiye's breath condenses into white mist in the air.
Just then, my phone vibrated.
Zhou Shiye took out his phone from his pocket and saw that it was a message from his assistant about Wen Yu and Shen Jinhuai.
Zhou Shiye looked at the information in front of him, his face expressionless.
A moment later, he reached out and deleted the message, turned off his phone, and turned his gaze back to the endless night sky.
It seems that in the face of the vast wonders of nature, the love and hate in the city are too insignificant and trivial.
Similarly, Zhou Shiye needed this cold and empty space to freeze the emotions that were still burning in his heart.
He didn't know how long it would take to completely let go of Wen Yu, but Zhou Shiye knew he had to change.
Just then, a faint green band of light appeared on the horizon, and then began to dance slowly, becoming more and more dazzling.
Zhou Shiye held his breath, staring intently at the most magnificent miracle in the world through the lens viewfinder.
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The morning light on the island is gentler than elsewhere.
Wen Yu woke up in a warm and comforting embrace.
She shifted slightly and found herself firmly held in Shen Jinhuai's arms, the man's arms around her waist, his warm breath brushing against her neck.
Wen Yu tilted her head slightly and saw Shen Jinhuai's sleeping profile.
When a man's usual composure is set aside, his brows and eyes relax, revealing his purest gentleness.
Looking at Shen Jinhuai, Wen Yu's heart was filled with something, and she felt incredibly soft.
Seemingly sensing Wen Yu's gaze, Shen Jinhuai's eyelashes trembled a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes.
As the grogginess of waking faded, and he met Wen Yu's clear, smiling eyes, a gentle smile also spread across the man's eyes.
Shen Jinhuai tightened his arms, pulling the girl in his arms even closer, and lowered his head to kiss her on the corner of her mouth.
"Good morning, Mrs. Shen."
The man's voice was hoarse from just waking up, sexy and alluring.
"Good morning, Mr. Shen."
Wen Yu pressed her cheek against Shen Jinhuai's warm chest, listening to his steady heartbeat, and felt incredibly happy.
Half an hour later, Shen Jinhuai fried eggs and ham in the open kitchen on the first floor.
Wen Yu toasted some bread and made some coffee on the side.
Breakfast was served on a table on the rooftop terrace, with stunning ocean views, making even ordinary food taste like a feast.
After dinner, Wen Yu, on a whim, dragged Shen Jinhuai to the third-floor art studio.
"Shall we work together to complete a painting?"
Wen Yu suggested with sparkling eyes, "How about we draw here, drawing us as we are now?"
Seeing Wen Yu's excited expression, Shen Jinhuai smiled gently and calmly accepted the palette she handed him, his movements practiced and natural.
What style do you want to draw?
Faced with this question, Wen Yu fell into deep thought.
She recalled the stunning wedding dress Shen Jinhuai had designed for her, and how this man had always been able to pinpoint the crux of the problem whenever she encountered creative blocks. Wen Yu thought for a moment, then tiptoed and kissed the corner of his mouth.
"Anything is fine, as long as I draw with you."
Shen Jinhuai put his arm around Wen Yu's waist and returned the kiss: "Okay."
"Together."
Shen Jinhuai stood beside Wen Yu, observing the paint and the scene before them together.
Wen Yu was mixing the blue of the sky, but felt it lacked the warmth of the morning light. Shen Jinhuai reached out and lightly touched the ultramarine on her palette with his fingertips: "Here, add a little bit of golden yellow, not too much, just a little bit."
Wen Yu tried it as instructed, and sure enough, the blue she mixed was no longer a simple cool color, but rather exuded the warmth of the morning light.
Next, the two of them together described the dynamic of waves crashing against the rocks in the distance, with Wen Yu's brushstrokes showing some hesitation.
Shen Jinhuai put down his palette and took Wen Yu's hand from behind, which was holding the brush.
"The waves here are not lines, but fragments of light,"
The man's deep voice sounded in Wen Yu's ear: "The brushstrokes can be more decisive, more fragmented."
Under Shen Jinhuai's guidance, the waves became more vivid and powerful.
After finishing the painting, Wen Yu signed her name, along with Shen Jinhuai's, in the lower right corner.
The date is today, it's the present moment.
Meanwhile, in the distant, snow-covered Scandinavia, Zhou Shiye's camera finally captured a spectacular aurora eruption.
A green canopy of light danced wildly in the dark night sky, a magnificent sight that was breathtaking.
Zhou Shiye stared intently through the viewfinder until his eyes stung and his frozen heart felt a shock from the depths of the universe, a shock unrelated to love.
Zhou Shiye pressed the shutter, capturing this eternal moment.
Then, he slowly put away his camera, turned around, and walked into the small wooden house behind him, which was lit by a warm lamp.
Zhou Shiye picked up a cup of hot water and took a sip.
As for his tomorrow?
Let's talk about it tomorrow.
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