Song Qi's film, Zhou Pengfei's task here is almost complete.
Song Qi is currently finishing the editing; the dubbing stage will be coming up soon.
Without the demands of filming, Zhou Pengfei had vast amounts of time to dedicate to his competition. He produced draft after draft, yet he was never satisfied with any of them.
In her previous life, Yang Yajing had seen Zhou Pengfei's painting, a work called "Mood Rain," which was inspired by his conflicting feelings about "clouds approaching."
But in this life, such feelings are long gone. Even if they could exist again, the memories and feelings would be quite different from those of the previous life.
In his previous life, he submitted his work late. Although the organizing committee received the painting, they could not award it. So they attached a commentary as encouragement.
The reviewer said: "The painting comes from the heart. The emotions revealed in the brushstrokes are very real, which can resonate with the viewer and create a strong sense of immersion."
Although Yang Yajing cannot paint, she knows how to appreciate paintings and understands that the key to commenting lies in the phrase "paintings arise from the heart".
Since his inspiration came from "Yun Shijin" in his previous life, could his inspiration come from her in this life?
"Zhou Pengfei, draw us?" Yang Yajing knew that Zhou Pengfei was troubled by his dissatisfaction with the drawing, so she gave him a suggestion.
"Draw us?" Zhou Pengfei looked at Yang Yajing, wondering what she was thinking.
“To be precise, it should be about drawing your true feelings for me.” Yang Yajing wasn’t coy. “Do you remember what Jiang Xuanxuan said? I know you didn’t listen, but you still had doubts in private. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so eager to succeed.”
"Ya Jing... I didn't..." Zhou Pengfei tried to explain.
But Yang Yajing interrupted him: "Pengfei... if you feel hesitant and nervous, it means you care about me. There's no need to deny it. Face your heart, your true feelings, hmm?"
Zhou Pengfei fell silent; he did indeed have some self-doubt. Yang Yajing and he had started from the same point when they were children, but now Yang Yajing…
When Yang Yajing is working seriously now, he feels high above, as if she is as far away as the clouds.
He also felt uncertain. Being with that ethereal, goddess-like woman in the clouds felt like falling to earth. Would he hinder her journey to ascension? Would he hold her back?
But he was just a mortal who couldn't fly, so he could only work hard to build a ladder and climb up step by step, just wanting to get closer and closer to her...
He was also afraid—afraid that waiting for her would delay her, and afraid that if she didn't wait, she would soon disappear into the horizon, disappearing into a height he could not reach.
Zhou Pengfei discovered that his confidence was slowly being eroded, swallowed up by hesitation and self-doubt.
Although he tries hard to build more confidence in himself, it never seems to be enough.
Seeing Zhou Pengfei's pensive expression, Yang Yajing knew he had an idea: "Pengfei, capture the feeling of this moment and paint it. Paintings are the most authentic expression of an artist's heart; there's no need for restraint or shyness."
“Ya Jing…” Zhou Pengfei looked at Yang Ya Jing, still with a last trace of hesitation, “But I’m afraid that if I draw it, I will also dissect everything about myself, standing naked in front of you, without any reservations!”
"What are you holding back from me? I know what you're thinking, and I don't care. Not only do I not care, but I'm also pleased by your courage to try and get closer." Yang Yajing became serious for a moment, then playful again. "Besides, it's not like I haven't seen you naked before, is it?"
"Yang Yajing!" Zhou Pengfei's face suddenly turned bright red. "Can't you be serious for once? Is this the time to make lewd jokes?"
"Relax! My boyfriend is the most genuine! He doesn't need any pretense!" Yang Yajing said, then snuggled into Zhou Pengfei's arms again. "He has a great body!"
Zhou Pengfei: "..."
Fearing that Zhou Pengfei would feel uncomfortable painting in front of her, Yang Yajing gave him a week to go into seclusion.
The art studio in the seaside villa has a wall made entirely of large glass doors, making it bright and airy. Outside the north-facing French doors is a small garden shaded by large trees.
Although it faces north and is shaded by trees, the small trees and flowers still bloom in patches under the roots of the big tree.
Though not vying for attention, they are exquisite and elegant. Night-blooming jasmine, South African wild daisies, fox mittens, and crimson jasmine, their fragrance delightful.
In this environment, Zhou Pengfei felt as if he were in a paradise. All his inner emotions, even if they were expressed, would only fill and ripple in this tranquil space, surrounding him completely.
Breathing freely with his genuine emotions, Zhou Pengfei's pen moved swiftly, and inspiration soon struck.
Finally, a week later, he signed a winged Z in the lower right corner of the painting, completing it.
"Ya Jing... I've finished drawing it, do you want to see it?" Zhou Pengfei sent a text message to Yang Ya Jing.
"Of course, wait, I'll be there soon! How can I not be the first to see my boyfriend's masterpiece?" Yang Yajing replied to the text message while picking up her car keys, not wasting a moment.
When she saw Zhou Pengfei's paintings, her eyes inexplicably welled up with tears.
Against a backdrop of azure and pinkish-purple, a wingless fairy floats on vanilla-colored clouds.
She reached out and shook hands tightly with the man standing on the ladder. The man stood on tiptoe, showing no fear of danger.
The man's disheveled hair suggested he had endured hardship and struggle, but his expression as he looked at the fairy was one of pure sweetness, completely unconcerned about his own disheveled state.
The fairy had a sweet smile of relief on her face, and her eyes were sparkling, just like Yang Yajing's expression now.
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