Only he remained seated in his original spot, elbow resting on the table to support his chin, seemingly deep in thought. Director Li couldn’t help but praise him, "Zexiao is very diligent! Still thinking about the plot. Zexiao, Zexiao?"
"Huh? What’s up?" Director Li’s sudden call startled him, making him turn around to glance back with an expression that was slightly disjointed.
Seeing his sudden solemnity, Director Li also felt it odd, "What are you thinking about?"
"Oh, just looking at the script." Yu Zexiao picked up the final script, offhandedly saying, "Is it over? Can I go back now?"
Then, without paying any more attention to Director Li, he stood up, his long legs taking strides, heading out.
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The distance from the film set to the accommodation area was a bit lengthy. Due to it being a film city, the whole quiet street was flanked by tall French plane trees. Slightly Western European-style white baroque street lamps shone on one side. Without filming, and because it was night, the street was rather desolate. Yu Zexiao walked alone on this road, feeling, for the first time, as lost as this unclear path ahead of him.
In the final scene, the male lead starts singing at a concert, while the female lead plays music for him to one side. In the end, the concert is a huge success, and the male lead proposes to the female lead during the show, successfully. The male lead’s father is also present at the concert, feeling gratified by his son’s success.
The scenes he had once fantasized in his mind were similar to the male protagonist’s in the play, standing up to family pressure to pursue what he thought was music, seeking a soulmate with common interests and tastes, and even—winning his father’s respect and understanding.
But now, he found that he wasn’t just lost in love; at home, his father had gone through great tribulations. And the path he was pursuing—his original goal was simply because he loved music. But now, what was he doing? Acting in idol dramas he didn’t like, just to gather popularity and make money. Even if he lacked inspiration, he was still obligated to release an album every year, for the same reasons.
People liked him for three reasons: first, for his stunningly handsome face; second, for his noble birth; and third, for his songs—but even those fans who liked his music didn’t necessarily understand it.
He was a bit confused, about his career, his love life, his family—everything made him feel helpless. Especially—not knowing how to face Jian Anning, who had accompanied him in his career, took care of him in his daily life, and even helped him stabilize his emotions in his family life.
She was like a tight bond, choking his neck, preventing him from thinking or breathing. The more he struggled, the quicker he seemed to perish, the more he struggled—the more he found, in his heart, his complex feelings for her deepening.
A breeze blew over, seeming to sweep away the last trace of summer’s heat.
Yu Zexiao looked up to see the fiery red plane leaves being blown down by the autumn wind. Even under the dim light of the street lamps, they still danced in the air like sprites.
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