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In the dark corridor, the palace maid An was walking quickly with her head down, holding a dim palace lantern in one hand and the kitten-like third prince in the other.
The next moment, in the same scene, the three kings had grown into tall men, while the palace lantern in the hand of the palace maid An was much broken.
Their hands were no longer intertwined, but their slightly faded hems tangled together as they walked.
The camera gave a close-up of the three kings. Their faces, which had not yet lost all their youthfulness, were as solemn as if covered with frost.
The wick of the tattered palace lantern suddenly popped, startling the tassel pendant on the lantern.
The Third Prince glanced back slightly. Although his face was still tense, his bright eyes and brows showed a hint of tenderness, like the peach blossoms blooming in spring.
His elbow was gently bumped, and Xia Zhitang turned his head blankly, only to meet Lin Jingming's worried eyes.
When a tissue was stuffed into her palm, she realized that there were two tear marks on her face.
She quietly lowered her head and wiped away her tears, but her heart fell into a deep cold abyss, which made her want to get up immediately and escape back to her own little home.
Seeing Gu Zian's eyes on the big screen was even more shocking than she had imagined.
Because he had been there before, Xia Zhitang could no longer deceive himself. What moved Gu Zian was never her herself, but the guidance that could save him from tears.
And the reason they were able to come this far was because she helped Gu Zian when he was at his most confused and lowest point...
If it were someone else, Gu Zian would also be moved, and he would be responsible and stick to it because he is a good person.
This can be said to be a kind of fate, but is this kind of heartbeat really because of love for the other person's unique soul?
Xia Zhitang felt even more sad. This premiere tore down the veil that had been covering each other between them.
She had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
As she nervously changed to her third position, Lin Jingming placed a furry source of warmth in her palm. His dry fingertips gently brushed across Xia Zhitang's palm, but he quickly pulled away before she could react.
"The air conditioning is turned up high." The flickering light of the movie screen was like a silver paintbrush, simply outlining the profile of Lin Jingming.
Xia Zhitang squeezed the plush hand warmer in his palm and slowly calmed down.
Yes, there are so many people around her who silently support her, so there is no need to be afraid.
She clenched the warm plush doll in her hand and raised her lips in the shadows.
It was already late when Gu Zian finished a day of socializing. He sat in the back seat of the nanny car and opened WeChat on his phone.
The pinned message was his reply to Xia Zhitang, "I understand." He then scrolled down to Chen Ziqi's WeChat avatar. Their conversation still stopped an hour ago, and the last message was his message, "Have a good rest."
"Brother Gu, we're here." The assistant looked at Gu Zian with some confusion, thinking that he was too tired to notice that the car had been parked for a long time.
Gu Zian looked at his young assistant who was still single, put away his phone, and patted his assistant on the shoulder as he stood up and got out of the car.
"Have a good rest tomorrow."
"Thank you, Brother Gu!" The assistant smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed.
Gu Zian looked at his assistant, who was full of youthful energy just because he was on vacation, and felt inexplicably envious.
The ambient light on the cabinet at the door was still on, and the soft warm yellow light was somewhat similar to the candlelight of the shabby palace lantern in the hand of the palace maid An.
Gu Zian unconsciously reached out to touch the non-existent time in the air, but accidentally triggered the control system, and the lights instantly became dazzling.
He squinted his eyes, remembering the light in Chen Ziqi's eyes when they were alone backstage: "Teacher Gu, Palace Maid An only lives on the screen. I am Chen Ziqi."
He rubbed his temples with a wry smile. Amidst the auditory hallucination of the popping candle wick, the palace maid An, who was holding a pair of scissors, bowed to him.
"I don't need you to cut the candles here. I'll take my leave."
He stood up and tried to chase after her, but bumped into the solid wooden cabinet with a bang.
Yes, I should have seen that there was no maid waiting for me here.
He covered his face and leaned against the cabinet door, the sadness of parting wrapped around him tightly.
She didn't want to, so why was I the only one left there...
After Gu Zian tidied up his appearance in his own bathroom after work, he was troubled when he looked at the dim corridor decorated only by a few ambient lights.
Should I go back to the study to spend the night, or go back to the master bedroom?
A cool night breeze blew by, and Gu Zian, whose hair was half dry, couldn't help but sneeze.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered the warm touch of Xia Zhitang and made up his mind.
He quietly opened the bedroom door. In the dim room, Xia Zhitang was curled up on the bed with her body sideways, her long black hair still tied into a ball loosely by a rubber band.
Gu Zian just felt a little satisfied. This might be the meaning of home, just like the bowl of chicken soup his mother would bring him after class when she was alive. Only when you lose something do you suddenly realize how precious it is to have someone waiting for you.
When Xia Zhitang woke up, the sky had begun to turn pale and his body felt heavy.
I had wanted to wait for Gu Zian to come back and have a good chat last night, but after chatting with Lin Jingming for a while, I was too tired from work. I curled up on the bed and wanted to take a nap, but I fell into a deep sleep.
When she finally regained consciousness, Xia Zhitang discovered that there was an arm across her waist. The person hugging her from behind was undoubtedly Gu Zian.
When Xia Zhitang thought about what he had already prepared in his mind to say to him, his heart beat faster.
She gently took Gu Zian's arm and climbed up from the soft bed.
His body was a little stiff from curling up all night. Xia Zhitang held his sore neck and looked at Gu Zian's sleeping face in the dim morning light.
Qingwu inherited his facial features, and although he is still young, his facial features are distinct.
Although he had signed the two-year contract firmly, when the time approached, Xia Zhitang became hesitant.
Gu Zian is a good father in the secular sense, but am I happy with him?
Xia Zhitang asked herself silently in her heart. It was hard for her to say whether choosing another path would be better. After all, making choices is always so difficult.
When Gu Zian came down from upstairs, Xia Zhitang, wearing sportswear and sweating, came in from the entrance.
"Is Qingwu awake?" Xia Zhitang asked while wiping the sweat off his face.
"She's feeding now. I'll bring her down later." Gu Zian grabbed Xia Zhitang's wrist. "Why didn't you ask me to go with you?"
Xia Zhitang glanced at their folded hands and said, "You must have been very tired yesterday. Have a good rest today."
"I can do it." Gu Zian's eyes were a little stubborn.
Xia Zhitang nodded to show that he understood: "I'm going to take a shower."
Gu Zian looked at his empty fingertips, and a feeling of uneasiness surged in his heart.
In the bathroom, Xia Zhitang buried the person in the warm bathtub, as if he wanted to express his inner depression by holding his breath.
There was a voice in her heart that kept telling her to confront him, but once she saw Gu Zian, she would think of Xiao Qingwu, and then another voice in her heart took the opportunity to gain the upper hand.
Maybe things will slowly turn around? Life isn't too bad now. After all, the Gu family is really rich, and Gu Zian is a qualified father.
However, whenever I am alone in a room, regret and anxiety will resurface, and I always look forward to the day when I can regain my freedom.
Xia Zhitang felt like she had spent a day in the double pain and torment of ice and fire. She became unlike herself. She said nothing, but she lived in a daze.
At night, when she was editing a file in front of the computer, Gu Zian hugged her from behind.
Xia Zhitang couldn't control the trembling in her heart, and she suddenly realized that she couldn't go on like this.
"Zi'an, I have to fly to the city the day after tomorrow." In fact, the project was not that urgent, but she decided to escape from this environment first.
Gu Zian settled in for a while before saying softly, "Shall I take Qingwu with me to accompany you?"
"I didn't bring Qingwu home last week. Dad will be angry if I don't see him this week."
"When will you be back?" Gu Zian buried his face in the back of Xia Zhitang's neck, and his warm breath sprayed on her.
"It's hard to say. If everything goes well, it might take two or three days." Xia Zhitang grabbed Gu Zian's tentative hand, "Not in the next few days."
Gu Zian hesitated for a while before kissing the back of her neck.
"If you're not feeling well these past few days, don't go jogging by yourself in the morning."
"Um."
Although I initially flew to the shooting site with the intention of changing the environment and thinking carefully about my current ideas, once I arrived at the shooting site, I found that there was always a shortage of people.
In places where cameras cannot capture, ordinary people still quietly continue their monotonous lives day after day.
But every night, after get off work, in the small rental house after finishing steaming noodles, the sound of reading under the lonely lamp has been fighting against the high wall erected by fate.
Xia Zhitang truly felt a kind of nourishment, which is the source of her persistence in making documentaries.
On the last day of filming, four hours before her flight, Xia Zhitang sat in a high-end cafe, the windows overlooking the cold, bustling buildings along the river. She settled into a chair, a book in hand, and suddenly realized the immense force of fate's inertia. But she couldn't let fear hold her ground. At least now, she was aware of her pain; there was no point in deceiving herself. However difficult her life might be, it was still more comfortable than many others. Others had the power to defy fate and make real changes. Why, then, did she shrink from it?
She pushed open the glass door of the cafe and walked onto the terrace. In an instant, the chaotic sounds of the bustling world enveloped her, but Xia Zhitang felt her heart calm down for the first time in a long time.
She took out her cell phone and suddenly wanted to share her current mood with Lin Jingming.
When the phone beeped, Xia Zhitang suddenly felt that he was being a bit abrupt. After all, everyone was so busy, and his behavior might be a nuisance.
Just as she was thinking about hanging up the phone, Lin Jingming's voice reached her ears through electromagnetic waves across thousands of miles.
"Are you in any trouble?"
"I just read the screenwriting book you recommended, and I have some insights I want to share with you." Although this reason was a bit of an exaggeration, Xia Zhitang still wanted to tell Lin Jingming clearly.
"Well, tell me about it." Lin Jingming seemed very interested in this.
"I finally understand why a person can have two completely opposite wishes."
Cheng Shubai looked at Lin Jingming, who was standing outside the window with the phone in his hand, and suddenly smiled brightly. He was so shocked that he shivered unconsciously.
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