53. Inflated little heart
Ling Ling rested her head gently on his shoulder and expressed a lingering curiosity. "Yu Chuanbei, ever since you confessed your love to me shortly after we met, I've always been curious about you—how could you be so quick to decide on me and promise a lasting relationship? Didn't you have any hesitations or fears about our future?" "No, why would I? That didn't happen. What has definitely happened is that you fascinate me, I'm infatuated with you, and every moment I have a moment of free time, I think about how I can be with you. As for the future, right now, I can't live without you. I think with our shared wisdom, we can go a very long way together. My parents have been married for decades and are still in love. Aside from my second sister, who dislikes the constraints of marriage, my eldest and third sisters also have a loving and sweet relationship. Their affection doesn't mean they're unfaithful. Even after decades of marriage, they still have their own freedoms. I grew up in this kind of family atmosphere, experiencing every detail of it with genuine intensity, so I have great faith in love, marriage, and family. Of course, maybe one day we'll argue or grow tired of each other and want to leave each other's world. But I won't fret over things that haven't happened yet, nor will I let anxiety hold me back. No matter what the future holds, I'm willing to keep going, especially with you." Yu Chuanbei's gentle yet powerful gaze fixed on her, infecting her. Never before had anyone else given her such unwavering expectations and longing for the future. She squeezed his hand tightly, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. She slowly unloaded the words she'd buried for years, "I've always rejected the term 'original family,' feeling it was just another round of stigmatization, deeply unfair. But listening to you say this, and thinking of my parents, I suddenly realize that my repeated rejections of you might have been deeply influenced by them. My father studied art in Germany and met my mother at an art exhibition. He later returned to China to pursue careers. My grandmother's family strongly opposed my mother's reunion with him, but my mother was willing to sever ties with the entire family to be with him. My father returned to his hometown and bought a house in the mountains. He and my mother lived a carefree life, tending to the garden. My father was in charge of the artwork, while my mother handled the liaisons with outside buyers. After I was born, their relationship remained close, but I often felt neglected, which helped foster my independent character. Even so, when my father's work was frequently rejected or rejected, they began to clash, and these conflicts gradually escalated into ongoing conflicts. Many...
Ling Ling rested her head gently on his shoulder and expressed the curiosity that had been lingering in her heart: "Yu Chuanbei, ever since you confessed your love to me shortly after we met, I've always been curious about you - how could you be so quick to decide on me and promise me a long-lasting relationship? Don't you have any hesitations or fears about our future?"
"No, why would I want to do that? That didn't happen; what has definitely happened is that you fascinate me, I'm infatuated with you, and whenever I have a little free time, I think about how I can be with you. As for the future, now I can't live without you. I think with our wisdom in life, we can go a long, long way together in the future. My parents have been married for decades and are still in love. Except for my second sister who doesn't like the constraints of marriage, my eldest and third sisters also have a loving and sweet relationship. Their love doesn't mean they are not loyal. Even after decades of marriage, they still have a free personality. I grew up in such a family atmosphere and have truly lived in every detail, so I have confidence in love, marriage, and family.
Of course, maybe one day we'll argue or get tired of each other and want to leave each other's world. But I won't worry about things that haven't happened yet, nor will I stop moving forward because of worries about gains and losses. No matter what the future holds, I'm willing to keep going, especially when this person is you.
Yu Chuanbei's gentle yet powerful gaze looked at her and infected her. No one had ever made her have such firm expectations and longings for the future.
She squeezed his hand tightly, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. She slowly poured out the words that had been buried deep in her heart for many years: "I've always rejected the term 'original family'. I always felt that this was just another round of labeling and it was very unfair. But listening to you say this, and thinking of my parents, I suddenly felt that I had repeatedly rejected you before, and I might really have been deeply influenced by them.
My father studied art in Germany and met my mother at an art exhibition. When he later returned to China to pursue his career, my grandmother's family strongly opposed my mother's reunion with him, but she chose to sever ties with the entire family to be with him. He returned to his hometown and bought a house in the mountains. He and my mother lived a carefree life, tending to the garden. My father was in charge of the artwork, while my mother handled the liaisons with outside buyers. After I was born, their relationship remained close, but I often felt neglected, which helped foster my independent streak.
Even so, when my dad's work was frequently rejected or turned down, they began to clash, and that conflict slowly escalated into a sustained conflict. Many times, sitting in the back seat of the car, I'd hear them arguing, half-heartedly, in the front. So I've always felt that they were probably still arguing when their final car accident happened.
Didn't two people who once loved each other so much, who threw everything aside and ran towards each other, eventually perish in endless quarrels? They had already performed love to the extreme, but it ended in tragedy. So - I really don't dare to invest too much in this kind of thing.
Yu Chuanbei felt a chill on his collar, sensing she was crying. He lowered his head and kissed her hair, then pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.
He patted her back and comforted her, "At least it was a love decided by them. Even if you were their daughter, any speculation about their emotional state would be imaginary. They never left each other. They are still doing what they originally dreamed of doing. In the end, they left together. In this misfortune, there is always a happiness that belongs only to them. Stop imagining it, okay?"
Ling Ling nodded in his arms.
Yu Chuanbei added, "We will be fine too, unlike anyone else, in a way that only belongs to us."
"Yeah." Ling Ling believed him.
He held her face in his hands and wiped away the tears on her face. She smiled gratefully at him and said, "Can I draw you the picture my father first taught me to draw?"
"Of course."
Ling Ling then switched to a new sheet of drawing paper and expertly began sketching a line drawing. The main subject of the drawing was a small house, crammed full of a giant heart, its edges even slightly deformed by the squeezing.
Ling Ling explained to him, "This main structure is the small house we lived in on the mountain at the time. My dad drew a heart shape inside it and taught me the most basic painting techniques, such as occlusion and light and shadow. But over the years, whenever I think of this painting, I always feel that it reflects his suppressed heart, as if he had been squeezed to the point of suffocation by reality."
Seeing that Ling Ling's brow was still lingering with worry, Yu Chuanbei said in a relaxed tone, "Instead, I think this is your father expressing his love to you and Mom! He's implying that this is a family that is almost overflowing with love, and that this love is still growing. One day, when love explodes, it will explode into many little hearts and scatter them all over the world. - My father-in-law and I are both men, and we are in tune with each other. This must be what he meant."
Ling Ling couldn't help laughing: "Who is your father-in-law? You are so shy. You really have the nerve to do anything."
"I can do anything in front of you, otherwise how could I have won you over?" Yu Chuanbei kissed her hard on the cheek.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
On the first day of returning to work in Tuowu after the National Day holiday, Ling Ling felt that the atmosphere and aura were not right.
The copywriting for Ningshi's new product that she rushed out during the holiday was severely criticized by Mei Xiao at the weekly meeting.
Mei Xiao crossed her arms, swaying idly in her swivel chair, and said bluntly, "Miss, you initially conquered clients and audiences with long copy, but you also need to know when to pivot and not stick with one trick. You must remember clearly: you are an advertisement! You are an advertisement! Before you become an advertising event that everyone is willing to participate in and understand, you are just an advertisement that no one wants to pay attention to. You are not an adult film that everyone wants to watch endlessly, and you have to be discerning to find it. Even if it is an adult film, many people fast forward or watch it at double speed, let alone you!"
Ling Ling's values were a little shattered after being scolded, but she was still unconvinced and thought to herself: the last sentence "What's more, it's you" should at least be followed by "What's more, it's the advertisement you made", as if she had no market for writing copy, let alone making a movie.
After receiving the scolding, Ling Ling returned to her workstation and looked at her own copy in frustration. Her mind was still confused and she couldn't think of any new ideas to replace it.
Gu Chuqi swivels his chair across from her, crosses his legs, and folds his arms, still looking arrogant, but his tone has completely changed: "I actually quite like your copy this time. It can form a series with your previous two, and it gives the audience a consistent feeling, which is good. But Sister Mei's opinion, which is probably also the client's, is that if you continue like this, it will lack novelty. After all, the client is not satisfied with you maintaining your past performance, but you must reach new heights every time. So you should change to shorter copy, so that you can hit the target with the audience."
After Gu Chuqi's guidance, she immediately understood.
"Thank you for telling me this." Ling Ling said to her gratefully.
She raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips as if she received her gratitude. She didn't say anything impolite and went back in her swivel chair.
Bai Yihan suddenly lay down on the partition of her workstation. Their relationship was very delicate now, and they usually didn't provoke each other.
At this moment, Bai Yihan said to her with a mysterious smile: "Lingling, Mr. Fang wants to see you and asks you to go to his office now."
"Which Mr. Fang?" Ling Ling didn't react for a moment.
Bai Yihan's eyes widened as he said, "Who else could be Mr. Fang in Tuowu? The big boss!"
Ling Ling choked for a moment - why would the big boss look for a lowly soldier like her? Could it be that the comment that the copywriting was not as good as an adult film had already reached Mr. Fang's ears, and did he want to listen to the boss's lecture again?
"What do you want from me?" Ling Ling asked in a daze.
Bai Yihan curled his lips and said, "I'd like to know!"
Ling Ling had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to see the emperor. After taking two steps, she turned back and asked Bai Yihan, "Where is Mr. Fang's office?"
"It's the innermost room on the upper floor of the Sky Garden. You can feel the different atmosphere when you get to the door. Secretary Zheng is sitting at the door. Just say hello to him and he'll take you in."
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