"No, keep going. Don't stop."
"Experiential learning is indeed the most torturous genre," Shang Yechu thought blankly.
Shang Yechu was not afraid of pain, suffering, or even the disgust and ridicule of others. But this endless sound was different from all of the above; it was a long, agonizing torment.
It was like someone sawing a solid steel pillar with a hacksaw, the soft sound echoing in the empty room. Only when the steel pillar was sawn through would this gentle yet monotonous torture cease.
Shang Yechu's spirit is like that sawed steel pillar. Although it hasn't broken yet, in just one night, saw marks have already appeared.
"Gah—Gah—Gah—"
Shang Yechu left her room and went to the guesthouse's dining hall for lunch. Along the way, she encountered many crew members and artists from the film crew, who all greeted her with smiles.
"Sister Ye!"
"Gah—Gah—Gah—"
"Hello."
"Sister Ye, are you going to eat?"
"Gah—Gah—Gah—"
"Um."
"Sister Ye, the cafeteria has braised beef today! It tastes great!"
"Gah—Gah—Gah—"
"Really? Thanks, then I'll have to give them extra money."
"Sister Ye, any news about Director Yi? How is his health?"
"Gah—Gah—Gah—"
"I asked her, and her condition is quite serious; it has developed into gastroenteritis..."
"Should our crew go and visit Director Yi?"
"Gah—Gah—Gah—"
"I was just planning to go too. I'll invite everyone to come another day."
Human voices and crows clattered in my ears, like one clumsy, out-of-tune tune after another—no, it was clearly the sound of old men and women haggling over prices at the market, the sound of old men and women playing mahjong, smoking, and spitting in the card and mahjong parlors, and the sound of a farmer falling down among the poultry at the farm, with chickens, ducks, and geese squawking all at once…
Shang Yechu gritted her teeth and greeted everyone with a smile all the way.
As I entered the cafeteria, the aromas of various foods mingled together and filled my nostrils, while the cawing of crows continued in my ears.
Shang Yechu had no appetite, but she still picked up the plate and filled it with a large portion of food. The plate was piled high with braised beef, stir-fried mushrooms and pork, stir-fried garlic sprouts and pork, and braised eggplant. Shang Yechu also ladled out a large bowl of watery rice soup.
Carrying her food, Shang Yechu sat down in a corner and began to eat slowly. The sounds of the film crew chatting and laughing in the cafeteria mingled with the cawing of crows in her mind, making Shang Yechu feel dizzy and wishing she could bury her head in the rice soup.
Unfortunately, this frustration cannot be vented to anyone, nor can it even be shown.
103 was acting under orders, completely following Shang Yechu's instructions to play the noise on a loop. Shang Yechu had no reason to criticize them.
The crew members greeted her out of politeness; they couldn't hear the sounds echoing in Shang Yechu's mind, nor did they know that she had been tormented by these bird calls for a whole day and night. Shang Yechu couldn't accuse these innocent people of being inconsiderate of her feelings—was she some kind of pampered emperor who needed her colleagues to read her mind?
Extreme frustration was bottled up inside Shang Yechu as she ate her meal, finding it tasteless and unappetizing.
Anorexia is also a sign of poor mental state. Shang Yechu didn't know if she could be considered mentally unstable, but she was already filled with endless感慨 and admiration—only a day and a night had passed, and she was already starting to feel unbearable. How did Xiao Yue's prototype survive for more than twenty years?
The braised beef had already been pierced into pieces by chopsticks when a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in Shang Yechu's muddled mind.
The feeling Xiao Yue had when she listened to the mute old woman's singing was so similar to the feeling she had right now!
Shang Yechu couldn't blame the innocent 103 and the crew members, so she could only keep everything bottled up inside; and Xiao Yue, couldn't she also blame her innocent parents and the mentally unstable mute woman?
She didn't even have the right to harbor resentment openly, because her parents loved her so much, and these meager conditions were the best Yongfu and Pinghua could give her...
Suddenly, Shang Yechu perked up and began to eat heartily!
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