novelaction Chapter 1107: Star Language Wish: Firmness
Chapter 1107: Star Language Wish: Firmness
Late at night, the city seemed to be gently shrouded in an airtight black veil of silence. Everything was as silent as the bottom of the deep sea. Only the window of Su Xingya's study, like a lone star that flickered unyieldingly in the darkness, stubbornly emitted a dim light.
Inside the house, Su Xingya seemed like a loner forgotten by time. She sat in front of a desk that was so large that it seemed a little empty. Mountains of drawing papers and design materials piled up around her like surging waves, surrounding her layer by layer and almost drowning her.
Her slender but powerful fingers tightly grasped the paintbrush, and her eyes were focused and almost pious as she quickly shuttled between the drawings and the dreamlike ideas in her mind. Every stroke seemed to be engraving the code of fate, carefully outlining the grand blueprint of the film and television city.
Unconsciously, the night outside the window was like thick ink, growing darker and heavier, as if to swallow up the last ray of light.
Finally, after finishing the last stroke, Su Xingya seemed to have gone through a long, bloody and cruel battle, and returned triumphantly with exhaustion and the dawn of victory.
She slowly turned her neck, which was so stiff and astringent as if it were a rusty bearing. The subtle "clicking" sound suddenly rang out in the silent night, just like the groan of an old machine struggling to restart;
Then, he stretched out his arms and stretched his long-numb waist as much as he could, venting the fatigue that had accumulated over the past few days like a flood breaking through a dam through this heroic stretch.
Then she raised her arm and slammed the paintbrush heavily on the table. There was a loud "bang", like a victory horn breaking through the darkness, deafening in the empty room and echoing for a long time.
At this moment, Gu Yunqian seemed like an elf carrying the moonlight. He pushed the door open silently, and his footsteps were so light that they did not raise a trace of dust.
In his hand he held a cup of steaming milk steadily. The rising aroma of milk was like a lively mist, instantly spreading throughout the house, weaving a warm tent quietly for this cold and lonely night.
He walked straight behind Su Xingya, first carefully placed the milk on the corner of the table, and then, as if touching a rare treasure, he put his hand on his wife's shoulder, and gently pressed her muscles that were as tight as strings and as hard as rocks with his fingers, trying to use the warmth of his palms to help her rub away the soreness that had accumulated from sitting still for a long time, making her feel like a ship that had been drifting for a long time and found a quiet harbor for a moment to catch her breath.
Su Xingya seemed to have been drained of all her energy, like a withered petal. She slowly closed her leaden eyelids and was unable to open them for a long time.
At this moment, her thoughts were like a beast that had escaped from a cage, running and roaring wildly.
How could she not know that Lao Mo's thoughts had been getting hotter and almost scorching in recent days? Every time she had a meeting, Lao Mo looked at her with eyes that seemed to be burning with a faint fire, with a special kind of heat, which made her feel a little cold in her heart and feel uneasy.
Just as this thought popped up like a ghost, Gu Yunqian's warm and familiar breath happened to be like a spring breeze blowing on the willows, gently spraying on her ears, like an indestructible warm barrier, temporarily dispelling the haze in her heart and forcing the panic back into her heart.
Su Xingya took a deep breath, as if a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw. She placed her hand directly on the back of Gu Yunqian's hand, her palm conveying dependence and trust, as if seeking comfort from him.
Gu Yunqian's movements froze for a moment, as if he was under a spell, and he was obviously shocked by this sudden intimacy.
Then, his fingers trembled slightly as he slowly let go of Su Xingya's shoulders. Although he was reluctant, as if he was giving up a beloved treasure, he still reluctantly came to sit aside.
His eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet and never left Su Xingya. They were full of concern and worry, as if he was afraid that she would disappear in the next second.
The two looked at each other in silence. The quiet atmosphere seemed to materialize and turned into a heavy lead block, pressing on their hearts, suffocating them.
Gu Yunqian seemed to have the ability to read minds and was keenly aware of the subtle abnormality in the air.
He speculated secretly in his heart, thinking that Su Xingya would take the initiative to talk, like a trapped beast roaring, venting all her grievances and uneasiness.
However, she didn't expect that the other party just mechanically took a sip of the milk, and then as if unable to bear it, she gently put it down, pursing her lips slightly, like a tightly closed city gate, hiding a lot of unspeakable thoughts.
During this period, Gu Yunqian was like a petrified statue, holding his breath and quietly waiting for her to reveal her true feelings to him. Little did he know that he waited until Su Xingya finished drinking the milk, and sleepiness swept over her like a tide.
He just got up to wash a cup, and when he came back, he saw that Su Xingya had seemed to have exhausted all her energy. She was lying on the table, breathing evenly, and had fallen asleep, as if she had fallen into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Looking back at past meetings, Mrs. Mo's figure was like a conspicuous scar, which stung Su Xingya's eyes and her heart again and again.
At first, Mrs. Mo was like a majestic queen in the business world. Her every move showed her dominance, and every step she took with her high heels seemed to be declaring her sovereignty.
His eyes are as sharp as a falcon, as if he can see through all the conspiracies and tricks, and he knows exactly what his opponent is thinking, making others afraid of him.
At that time, she seemed to be standing on top of the world, shining brightly, controlling the trajectory of her own destiny, and was the focus of everyone's attention.
But now, the situation has reversed, and she seemed to have been slapped hard in the face by fate, falling from the clouds into the quagmire.
During several consecutive meetings, Mrs. Mo seemed to have her backbone taken away and was in a depressed state.
She always wore slightly dull suits, her hair was no longer well-groomed, with a few messy strands hanging on her forehead, and her makeup looked a bit haggard, as if it had been hastily painted over by the years.
She sat at the conference table with empty eyes, as if she had lost her soul. Her voice was weak when she spoke, and she no longer had the confidence and sharpness of the past. The suggestions she put forward seemed to fall on deaf ears and no one responded.
She used to be full of confidence, high-spirited and able to call the shots in the business world, but now she is like broken glass, dull and lifeless, reduced to an insignificant marginal person.
Su Xingya witnessed all of this happening to Mrs. Mo, and it was as if she was seeing a mirror that clearly reflected her possible future.
She couldn't help but feel a surge of shock in her heart as she realized that they were essentially the same kind of people, all pitiful people without self in this complicated world of fame and fortune, and all needed to rely on the strong and depend on the light of others to find a foothold.
Mrs. Mo's current desolation was like a heavy alarm bell ringing in her ears, making her realize that instead of waiting until that time and being abandoned by Gu Yunqian like an old thing, it would be better for her to take the initiative and quit while she still had the capital and glory!
Su Xingya had already had the budding idea of this kind of mental journey before, like a flickering light in the dark night.
But now, Mrs. Mo's miserable situation is like a downpour, completely extinguishing that glimmer of light and making it burn even more fiercely.
She knows very well that in this business world where undercurrents surge and the strong prey on the weak, only by keeping her original intention can she avoid being swallowed by endless desires.
Therefore, she became more determined to break free from the shackles of fame and fortune after the project was completed, return to her own simple life, and find the tranquility and authenticity that had been lost for a long time.
The days are like quicksand on your fingertips, passing by quickly and mercilessly.
Later, Su Xingya handed over all the carefully drawn design drafts that seemed to be the result of her life's hard work to Lao Mo. On the day after the last preliminary meeting, the sunlight seemed to be blessed by God. It shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the conference room and sprinkled on everyone, as if they were coated with a layer of sacred golden light.
After the meeting, the crowd dispersed like the receding tide, but Su Xingya seemed to have made up her mind to fight to the death and held Gu Yunqian at the door.
Her eyes were as firm as steel and resolute as iron, as if they could penetrate all obstacles.
"When this project is over, let me be myself again!" Su Xingya's voice was clear and powerful, like ringing a morning bell, echoing in the long and empty corridor, each word pleasant to the ears and deafening.
Gu Yunqian was stunned as if struck by lightning when he heard this, and a complex and indistinguishable emotion flashed in his eyes...