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Chapter 276 - 252 Painting (8000-word update apology)_2

Chapter 276: Chapter 252 Painting (8000-word update apology)_2

Lin Qingyue walked in and casually straightened the shoes that were tossed on the floor, laughing, "I changed them when I got back this afternoon and forgot to put them away."

"Uh-huh."

Wu Mu nodded and didn’t pay much attention, giving them just a brief glance before moving on.

"This is my study, the room diagonally across is the audio-visual room, and next to the window is a small workshop."

Lin Qingyue led Wu Mu around her study.

On the left side of the study, against the wall, was a large bookshelf filled with various books, mainly professional books on directing and photography, and by their wear and tear, it was clear they were often read, not just for show.

However, what attracted Wu Mu’s attention the most was at the desk, a large photo frame hanging on the wall.

The frame was composed of many small photographs, featuring Lin Qingyue at various ages.

Noticing his gaze, Lin Qingyue smiled, "These are photos of me from birth till now, I choose one to add every year."

Wu Mu grew interested then.

He walked closer, curiously examining each of Lin Qingyue’s photographs.

Indeed, a beautiful person stands out even from childhood, except for the first photo taken just after birth, which looked quite ugly, the rest captured a delicate and vivid essence.

Especially during childhood, she looked tender and soft, almost irresistibly cute.

The one-year-old photo appeared to be from a first birthday ceremony where Director Lin, sitting on the table, earnestly nibbled on a small seal, surrounded by people laughing heartily.

At two years old, she charged forward in a small car, her tiny face focused.

At three years old, she was gripping the hair of a girl crying loudly, her mouth tightly shut and her expression stubborn.

Wu Mu closely examined the crying girl in the photograph and chuckled, "Is that Zhou Min?"

Lin Qingyue nodded with a smile, "Yes, she stole my doll at the time and I made her cry."

"She might want to steal the photo in revenge."

"It’s pointless; I have the negatives."

Wu Mu continued to laugh and browse.

At four, she was sitting with her parents watching a movie, at five, celebrating a birthday with her family, at six, holding a paintbrush crying, and at seven, hand in hand with Zhou Min after school...

Looking at these photos, Wu Mu could somewhat envision a part of Lin Qingyue’s past life.

It seemed not much different from ordinary people, with smiles and tears, living a happy and carefree childhood.

But...

Wu Mu curiously pointed to Lin Qingyue at twelve, in a photo taken at her father’s film set, and asked, "Why does this look a bit unhappy?"

And it wasn’t just this one; the next few photos also seemed unhappy.

Lin Qingyue smiled with a sigh, "When I was little, I didn’t understand much and could just foolishly laugh without thinking. But as I grew up and realized life wasn’t that great, naturally, I couldn’t be happy anymore."

"Twelve is just first-year middle school, right? What could be there to be unhappy about?"

"There was quite a bit, like realizing my parents didn’t have a good relationship, or discovering my dad was planning to have me hang out more with Chen Qian and others to cultivate friendships, which would be useful for future advancement in the system."

Wu Mu paused and looked at Lin Qingyue.

Lin Qingyue still had that carefree demeanor, smiling at him, "It’s too much having three artists in one family; someone has to be practical."

"My dad was initially planning for me to attend the Political and Legal University and directly serve as a public servant. I didn’t want that, so I went to Beijing Film Academy instead, but after graduating, I couldn’t stand the hassle and ended up at the Beijing TV Station as planned."

Wu Mu fell silent for a moment and nodded, "There are too many things in life that we cannot control."

He moved on, not dwelling on the topic, and continued looking at the photographs.

Middle school Lin Qingyue probably entered a phases of teenage rebellion and reflection, often looking unhappy.

Then, in high school, she seemed happier, often smiling in photos, though compared to her childhood smiles, these seemed to lack a genuine spark, instead showing signs of her present persona.

Besides the style already resembling what she has now, Wu Mu made another unexpected discovery, "Director Lin, did you have long hair in high school?"

In the photos, Lin Qingyue, after turning sixteen, always had long hair.

Her long black hair that flowed past her shoulders gave her an almost goddess-like appearance.

"Yeah, I cut it during my sophomore year."

Lin Qingyue nodded, then asked with a smile, "Which looks better, short hair or long hair?"

Wu Mu looked at the photo and then at Lin Qingyue beside him, and honestly said, "Both look pretty good."

"Haha."

After cutting her hair, the person in the photo almost resembled the current Lin Qingyue.

After looking at the blank part of the photo after the age of twenty-two, he asked with some curiosity, "What kind of photo does Director Lin plan to use for this year?"

Lin Qingyue thought about it, "I haven’t decided yet."

Wu Mu suggested, "You could use the celebration photo from the end of the season at Star Agency, the youngest popular variety show director."

Lin Qingyue’s eyes curved slightly, "I’ll consider it."

After looking at the photo, Wu Mu intended to stroll around Director Lin’s audio-visual room and workspace, but just as he was about to lift his foot, he caught a glimpse of a thick stack of manuscript paper on the desk next to him.

The first sheet, a cover page, was written with large characters: "Letters, Cherry Blossoms, Farewell" storyboard.

Hmm, is this the storyboard of Director Lin’s previous project?

Wu Mu curiously looked at the stack of papers and asked, "Can I take a look?"

He asked, but after waiting for two seconds, he didn’t get a response.

He turned his head in confusion towards Lin Qingyue and realized that Lin Qingyue was also looking at him, appearing thoughtful, and after making eye contact for two seconds, she nodded, "Go ahead."

Hmm?

Wu Mu picked up the storyboard curiously and flipped it open.

Inside was the same style as the lower half of the previous oil painting, with various circles and square people.

However, it was evident that Director Lin had genuinely studied this, and her skills were quite high; even with these abstract figures, you could instantly perceive the desired visual effects of the storyboard.

The story in the storyboard was roughly the same as the one Lin Qingyue had briefly told him about before—a story of a young man going to meet the girl he liked and then parting ways.

However, unlike the story Lin Qingyue had previously described to him, there was an additional section from the perspective of another girl watching the young man.

But even with a more straightforward and detailed storyboard, he still couldn’t quite understand the story and didn’t know what it was really trying to convey.

He flipped through Lin Qingyue’s simple storyboard quickly and soon reached the last page.

Then... staring at the last page of the storyboard, he was stunned.

Unlike the previous abstract figure drawings, the last one was a detailed sketch.

This sketch was extremely detailed, with each strand of hair on the characters vividly life-like, obviously drawn with much effort.

And the person in the drawing... was him sitting under a tree, holding a guitar, with a smile on his face.

Wu Mu reflexively looked at Lin Qingyue and found that she was looking at him, her expression inscrutable.

Neither of them spoke, and after a few seconds of silence in the air, Wu Mu laughed and said, "This drawing could be hung in my house."

Lin Qingyue sighed and smiled, "Alright, I’ll frame it and hang it in your house."

"Okay."

Wu Mu put down the storyboard and continued to follow Lin Qingyue to visit the audio-visual room and workspace.

After touring those, the two returned to the restaurant on the first floor.

Wu Mu looked at the hot pot set up on the restaurant table and the various ingredients beside it, clicking his tongue, "I thought Director Lin invited me to eat a feast, or maybe to try your cooking. Turns out it’s just hot pot."

Lin Qingyue also looked somewhat helpless, "I originally intended to cook it myself, but after trying it, I realized I’m really not cut out for cooking."

Ah?

Director Lin was really planning to cook herself?

What kind of day is it today?

Initially just joking, Wu Mu was astonished internally.

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ps: Sorry, the updates have been a bit messy these past few days, with various copying errors and fewer updates. Apologies from the bottom of my heart.

I truly am trying to work hard on it, but it’s really about being clumsy and having procrastination issues; sitting in front of my computer for eight or nine hours a day, yet only this much can be churned out.

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