"It's okay," the self-willed little girl said, her temper not exploding for the first time in her life. Instead, her words were a little more distant. "You didn't hit me or scold me."
As long as she doesn't care, the so-called cold violence will naturally cease to exist.
"So what are your plans for your family?" Ziyi turned the turntable on the dining table, placing Shu Baizhu's favorite dish in front of her. Perhaps the serious business was over, so she took out her phone and asked, "Can I take a picture?"
"Sure." Shu Baizhu could guess who Ziyi was taking the photos for, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It is the sadness for Ziyi to move on easily, but also the blessing for Ziyi to move on easily. Compared with Ziyi, Shu Baizhu, who is still stuck in the relationship but forcing himself to let go, has a more complicated mood.
Ziyi was already on the verge of turning the page, and now after hearing Shu Baizhu's words, it was even easier for her to let go. It was a pity, but she had one more life than Shu Baizhu, and she knew very well that if she had not taken another path in this life, Shu Baizhu would still be the same as before.
They tortured each other.
Letting go of each other is the best outcome.
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[Ziyi: I heard that Xiao Qin's sister wanted to mediate?]
Qin Yuhuan seemed to be busy and did not reply to Ziyi's message.
Ziyi locked her phone, thinking back to the question she had just asked, and said thoughtfully, "Actually... you could continue learning painting. You really like painting, don't you? And your paintings... are very good."
Shu Baizhu shook his head. "Xiaozi, we can say goodbye with a smile, but my family and I can't. I can't forget how they took care of me when I was a child. Maybe I'm really ridiculous. I've come this far, and I'm still fantasizing about saving my family."
"Won't this prevent you from pursuing what you like?"
"I'm going to learn painting, but I don't know when I'll be able to succeed. Without you, my family is just an ordinary, well-off family. They can afford my tuition, but they can't afford to raise a famous painter whose paintings can sell for hundreds of thousands or even millions. I... I'm not that confident either. They need money, and I give them money to buy some love and praise. That's all I want right now."
The world is so ironic. To get a compliment, Shu Baizhu needs to go all out and sacrifice against her conscience. But whether it is Shu Baiqi or Shu Baizhen, they can easily get everything she wants and desires, and they even sneer at and disdain the things she desires.
You can't think too much about anything. The more you think about it, the more ridiculous Shu Baizhu finds it.
Ziyi had heard these words in her previous life.
At that time, Ziyi accidentally saw the email that Shu Baizhu hid in the mailbox favorites, and also got a glimpse of Shu Baizhu's dream.
She suggested that she could sponsor Shu Baizhu to study abroad, and even Shu Baizhu's future works could be handed over to her for management. She could even take care of all the arrangements if Shu Baizhu wanted to return to China to open a gallery and exhibit various paintings after graduation.
For art to become world-famous, it may require talent and spirituality, but just gaining a reputation and "value" in the industry can be easily achieved with capital like Ziyi.
Unfortunately, Shu Baizhu rejected her with similar words.
She wants to make "quick money" in the entertainment industry.
"I respect you. If you change your mind one day and need help, you can come to me. After all, you are not without help." Ziyi did not force her.
To put it bluntly, she was just giving some advice.
Shu Baizhu had mixed feelings during this meal. After talking things out, she should have felt relieved, but for some reason, she felt even more uncomfortable, as if after the meal, she and Ziyi would really be strangers.
"Xiao Zi, tell me, if you hadn't changed your mind that day, would we be happy?" Shu Baizhu finally asked before parting with Ziyi.
Even though she knew the answer, she still wanted to ask.
"Hmm..." Ziyi seemed a little hesitant, "It's hard to say. Actually, you are quite good. Just like you said, we are not that suitable. I like to be affirmed. You are very introverted, Baizhu."
Shu Baizhu's feelings were hidden too deeply, so deeply that Ziyi was trapped in self-doubt. So deep that in her previous life, she had known Shu Baizhu for nearly twenty years, but she had never heard Shu Baizhu say "I like you".
Ziyi thought she understood Shu Baizhu, but in her new life, she found that she did not really understand Shu Baizhu's true heart, and Shu Baizhu did not really understand her either. They... just understood each other's nature.
Shu Baizhu smiled lightly, "Okay, Xiaozi, but the love you give me is my most precious gift. I'm sorry and regretful."
They are all too young, so young that they have no guard against the world and do not have a strong enough spiritual core to cope with the beatings from the cruel reality.
"It doesn't matter."
The phone in Ziyi's hand vibrated. After Shu Baizhu's car came over and she sent Shu Baizhu to the car, she unlocked her phone to see what kind of flower Qin Dameimei could say.
[Qin: I didn't try to reconcile, Xiaozi. I said I respected your choice. How could you say one thing to your face and another behind your back?]
At that time, Qin Yuhuan had just finished filming a scene and had a ten-minute break. As a result, he saw Ziyi posted a picture of dinner with this sentence, and he almost had a heart attack.
But she still wants to maintain her "caring personality" that is about to collapse.
After replying, Qin Yuhuan sighed and muttered, "I really want to ask directly."
"ask."
The elusive Fang Da's manager once again emerged from an unknown corner, causing Qin Yuhuan to hold his forehead and ask, "Is Sister Jin Yao the 108th generation inheritor of Lingbo Weibu?"
He moves so quietly that he is even more like a class teacher than a class teacher.
"That's not me. I walked in openly. It was you who was so engrossed in your phone that you didn't even hear my footsteps." Fang Jinyao glanced down at her shoes. "Of course, it's also my fault. I was wearing a pair of running shoes today."
It is normal to walk silently.
Qin Yuhuan: ...
Fortunately, Ziyi's reply was quick, but it was too brief, leaving Qin Yuhuan no room for speculation or speculation: [Okay, sister.]
Ziyi put away her phone and snorted twice, "I can't cure you yet, you evil little Qin dog."
After all, she was a sister who had lived to the age of 35. How could Qin Yuhuan, who was in his twenties, still bully her again and again?
Qin Yuhuan's rest time was short because he had something on his mind. When filming started again, he was not surprisingly scolded by Director Fang, who seemed to be possessed by the god of thunder.
Qin Yuhuan: ...
In this output, she seemed to feel the revenge from Ziyi.
Sometimes the little bomb doesn't explode openly, but it's obvious that it's intentional, knowing that she's too addicted to melons and too curious.
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