Chapter 61 Chapter 61
Under the lush banyan tree, there is room for two more people.
A dim streetlight shone from the tree, standing alone in mid-air, neither rising nor falling. Beneath the tree strolled a loving couple, their elongated figures looming, seemingly distant yet close.
An Jiyue felt that this street lamp was a little redundant. The moonlight tonight was as bright as flowing water.
The night was a little chilly. She was wearing Lu Ye's thin coat, holding a cup of warm cocoa in her hand, and strolling leisurely downstairs with Lu Ye.
Lu Ye slowed down his pace and looked down at her contented expression: "Your request is just to take a walk?"
An Jiyue raised her head and emphasized, "It's walking with you, under the moonlight, under the shadows of the trees."
It just so happens that all these conditions are met tonight.
Lu Ye raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, indicating that it was all up to her. It was rare for her to be so interested even when she was sick. As long as she was happy, that was all that mattered.
Well-rested, An Jiyue no longer looked as sickly as she had in the morning. She exercised regularly and had always maintained excellent health. Her illnesses were usually minor, usually self-recovering after half a day's rest.
She knew Lu Ye's daily routine, so she felt at ease to bother him and asked him to go out for a walk with her.
However, as a newly recovered patient, she was still forced to wear a coat, ankle socks, and a pair of warm soft-soled shoes. Even so, Lu Ye was still a little dissatisfied, thinking that her figure was too thin and frail.
They hadn't chatted for a long time, and there was silence for a moment.
An Jiyue suddenly turned around and walked backwards, asking, "You're so busy every day, do you have time to look at the moon?"
Lu Ye thought seriously for a few seconds: "No, there's nothing like this. But I often take flights in the middle of the night, which are beautifully called 'moon-viewing flights'. If the weather is good, you can see it."
"Even on a moon-viewing flight, you're probably working, right?"
Lu Ye smiled helplessly: "I still have the time to take a look. But looking at the moon straight and unobstructed like that doesn't make it look so mysterious and noble. It always feels a lot less hazy."
An Jiyue perked up, her eyes sparkling as she nodded, "I think so too."
She immediately opened up: "Looking at the moon, whether it's on the sea or on the top of a mountain, whether it's round or crescent-shaped, it's indeed clear and bright, but I don't like any of them.
"I just seem to prefer looking at the moonlight between the tree shadows and in the clouds. Even though the halo is blurry and the moonlight is fragmented, perhaps even dappled by the night wind. But it doesn't matter. The moonlight in the night wind and on the lake is flowing and alive."
Her gaze drifted quietly towards Lu Ye, and her velvety eyes were filled with a soft light like gauze.
The wind swirled, and the branches and leaves shook and rustled.
Amidst the hazy shadows, her mind was both clear and confused, and she suddenly remembered the old scenes of her and Lu Ye walking together under the mango grove by the university lake, bathed in the moonlight.
At that time, An Jiyue had already played an important role in the literary and artistic club and became a member of the director team of the graduation performance that year.
During the rehearsal, An Jiyue exhausted all her energy, striving for perfection in every detail. By the end of the all-night rehearsal, everyone's patience was exhausted, and only yelling and shouting could express themselves clearly.
The sticky sweat soaked the hair on her forehead, and her face, as beautiful as spring flowers, became frowned and irritated.
With an extremely tired look on her face, she threw her schoolbag over her shoulder and was the last one to leave the auditorium, running headfirst into the early summer night breeze that blew into her arms.
Under the phoenix tree, the bright and colorful flowers reflected the street lights, and the person waiting for her under the lights stood tall and straight as a pine tree in the sudden breeze.
Fluttering clothes, flowing black hair, eyes as deep and vivid as ink, and straight eyebrows as heroic as a sword.
Her dry and hot skin suddenly felt cool and calm from the inside out.
That refreshing coolness was not like jumping into an infinity pool while sweating profusely, nor was it like waking up from an afternoon nightmare and downing a bottle of ice drink. Instead, it was like a breeze from the pines that came from nowhere, carrying old snow and new spring water, and wrapped her gently and completely in his arms without her realizing it.
She walked towards him silently, and they walked around the lake together. Finally, Lu Ye sent her back to the dormitory.
When Lu Ye walked beside An Jiyue, he was like the floating light and wind shadow passing over the lake on a summer night, blowing away all the heat and anxiety, lingering in his heart and body.
Although she couldn't hold it, she couldn't help but miss it for a long time.
An Jiyue thought for too long, her eyes flickered unnaturally, and she asked, "Lu Ye, how do you like to look at the moon the most?"
This is a truly strange and perverse question. A normal person, when asked this question, would probably simply say, "Look up."
But Lu Ye took it as seriously as always. He looked from the cool moonlight on the ground to the lush branches of the banyan tree, and then raised his head to look at the half-hidden moon.
Finally, he turned his head, and all that remained in his eyes was An Jiuyue's pure white, clean, and eager face.
Lu Ye knew he had the answer, but he said, "As long as I watch it with you, I will like it."
An Jiyue drooped her eyelashes and smiled at him.
To Lu Ye, the moon is not as beautiful as her beside him.
In other words, his moon is An Jiyue.
An Jiuyue's steps were a little more joyful and jumping than his. Lu Ye looked at her with a faint smile. Those walks under the moon, which were deeply hidden in his memory, now came back like a tide.
Lu Ye likes the way An Jiyue walks beside him.
They can sit back to back or walk side by side. She can stay up all night with him while concentrating on her editing work, and he can wait for her under the light, silently reciting the legal provisions and explaining them.
They never need to follow each other, they just need to go their own way.
And on this road, they will always be in sync with each other, and even if they take different paths, they will still end up in the same destination.
Just as An Jiyue was Lu Ye's bright and clear star wherever she went, and when they stood side by side, they reflected each other's brilliance and shone brightly.
An Jiyue blinked. She seemed to see a flash of cold fire in Lu Yemo's dark eyes. But it was gone in a flash. When she looked again, only embers remained.
She took the man's arm and said in a sweet voice, "Please bring me the snacks from last time."
Okay, Lu Ye dragged out the word gently and nodded lovingly as if coaxing a child. He still enjoyed these little actions that had been going on for a long time.
The spoiled girl giggled softly and rested her head on his shoulder.
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The next morning, An Jiyue, fully recovered, appeared in the conference room with a rosy complexion and radiant looks.
Tang Bian gave her a thumbs up in complete conviction.
I'd heard she was a renowned "iron woman" in the interactive entertainment team. At the end of last year, Huayi was nearly wiped out, and An Jiyue was the only one who remained at her post. Yesterday, when she told me she had a fever, Tang Bianben had worriedly given her some advice, but now it seemed like it was all in vain.
"I just caught a cold." An Jiyue's eyes were bright and her teeth were white. She let him test the temperature of her forehead in amazement. "It will be fine after taking a dose of medicine. It's no big deal."
Tang Bian was known for being a sickly person. He wrinkled his nose in envy and asked, "How did you manage to stay in such good health?"
An Jiyue raised her eyebrows brightly. "Don't stay up late. Exercise more. Come swim with me three times a week. You'll definitely sleep well after swimming, and your physical fitness will definitely improve."
Tang Bian retreated back to his chair in disappointment. He actually didn't like staying up late that much, but the reversed day and night schedule was particularly effective for his creation.
Just like this week, he stayed up all night working on the script for new guest Zhong Xinwu, and finally came up with a plan that the director approved.
An Jiyue frowned slightly: "I always feel that this guest may be more difficult to deal with than Lu Ye."
A man with artistic pursuits may not be particular about small matters, but when he becomes stubborn, even a fortune can buy him happiness. This is especially true for someone like Zhong Xinwu who has no shortage of money.
But to her relief, her estimate was completely wrong.
This week's recording started with a 1V1 session without any warm-up between Zhong Xinwu and several female guests, and the filming process went surprisingly smoothly.
Rongrong is very interested in Zhong Xinwu.
Before they even sat down face to face, she had already bombarded him with questions, ranging from his career, works, and even his views on choosing a partner.
Zhong Xinwu was also a little overwhelmed, but he was only stunned for a moment before he relaxed and smiled. His hoarse, low voice answered her questions one by one. His answers were not straightforward, and occasionally he would reveal his unique values. Rongrong listened intently.
She rolled her eyes and suddenly asked, "Have you heard of that classic question - if there's a fire in a museum, would you save the cat or just paint it?"
The man in the beige linen shirt smiled helplessly and confusedly, his glass-like eyes clear and sincere.
"I save cats."
Rongrong raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Aren't you a photography artist? How can you save cats?"
Zhong Xinwu is unconcerned: "There is no art that cannot be recreated or surpassed. Most importantly, the source of art is life."
Rongrong's eyes were bright: "Yes. I think so too."
The recording studio was completely silent as the two "artists" exchanged words. An Jiyue and Tang Bian exchanged glances. An Jiyue looked surprised, while Tang Bian's eyes lit up, unable to contain his excitement.
An Jiyue was speechless: The screenwriter team still likes to mess around.
In contrast, Kwan Hoi-fu, who majored in business, and Chung Hsin-wu didn't have much to talk about. Kwan Hoi-fu mostly looked at Chung Hsin-wu with a mixture of confusion and respect, but she couldn't connect the dots. After a few rounds, Chung Hsin-wu probably realized that there was no point in talking.
They politely drank a cup of coffee and ended the recording.
An Jiyue found it amusing. Hai Fu, who was gradually getting along well with Zhan Nianqing, was most relaxed in front of Mr. Zhan. At other times, she tried hard to play the role of her student.
She heard that Hai Fu showed no student-like naivety at the meeting at Zhan Nianqing's company. She argued with several seniors for her marketing plan and finally succeeded in convincing others.
At least I can save a couple, she thought with a wry smile.
"The next one is Zhu Ling? Is she not ready yet?" An Jiuyue glanced at the empty side of the stage and asked Xu Mu quietly.
Xu Mu was so anxious that he was sweating coldly: "Director An, Zhu Ling hasn't arrived yet. The makeup artist backstage has been asking several times."
The sudden news was too shocking. An Jiyue stood up suddenly, and her movement was so big that it scared Xu Mu.
She glanced at the sponsor area guiltily, and was glad that Director Zhang had moved all the staff to the corner.
Zhu Ling would never break an appointment without a reason. An Jiyue calmed down and said, "I'll call her now. Go find someone under Director Wu and ask if she's been able to communicate with Zhu Ling properly."
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