RS: Chapter 63

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Chapter 63

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That night, Xi Ze chose to stay at Ming Xiaoyu’s home very late.

Don’t imagine crooked things. God Xi didn’t do the things you are imagining. Rather, he carefully guided Ming Xiaoyu on how to write!

Xi Ze admitted that he had a bit of an obsession with cleanliness, but it wasn’t paranoia.  But once he saw Ming Yu’s handwriting, his designer aesthetics couldn’t let him bear such a detail. The muse he chose really wrote with such handwriting!

Change! It must change! Even if it didn’t look good, at least it wasn’t too ugly!

…Later, this thought slowly became ‘Well, we will start with it being pleasing to the eye.’

For two hours, Xi Ze sat beside Ming Yu, writing out each character in a seal copybook. Xi Ze finished writing and then handed it to Ming Yu to copy. The paper was transparent so it could be copied! Can’t you even draw a stroke?

Xi Ze guessed right. Ming Yu couldn’t even draw a stroke. The moment he did, the character would instantly be restored to the original dog writing, without any improvement.

Xi Ze, “…”

Ming Yu, “…In fact, my handwriting is okay?”

Xi Ze, “…”

In the end, Xi Ze completely gave up on the strokes practice, having him practice calligraphy. Who came up with this stupid idea? This little fish already had ugly handwriting to the extent that even his strokes were ridiculous!

Ming Yu said, “…I feel like your expression is saying that my characters are really ugly.”

Xi Ze asked with indifferent eyes, “Do you?”

Ming Yu carefully looked at him before nodding with certainly. “Yes, I feel like you are now saying ‘How can someone write such ugly words? Is this really a person’s writing?’ But Xi Ze, my handwriting isn’t ugly to that extent, right? I am exaggerating a lot.”

Xi Ze, “… ?＿?”

Ming Yu, “…”

Since this failed, Xi Ze’s choice was direct hands-on teaching with the youth!

As the man’s slender fingers grasped Ming Yu’s fingers while holding the pen, Ming Yu felt a strange feeling fill his heart. This posture could be regarded as an alternative type of interlocking ten fingers, but Xi Ze’s serious expression meant Ming Yu couldn’t think that.

Ming Yu had a vague guess about the man’s behaviour. But after figuring it out, his lips curved and he didn’t say anything as the other hand holding his started to write out a stroke.

Ming Xiaoyu thought his handwriting was quite good? Yes, but he also understood that Xi Ze’s characters were absolutely well written. Fei Sixin had previous said that Xi Ze wrote even better than Du Ruo. Du Ruo had been practicing calligraphy since she was 4, so you can guess how good Xi Ze’s words were.

Xi Ze’s handwriting was recognized as beautiful in the industry.

Despite holding a cheap pen and Ming Yu’s hand, Xi Ze wrote out smooth characters that weren’t sharp. His characters seemed to be like a phoenix elegantly landing on a lake, perfect and wonderful. After seeing it for a long time, he could tell that it wasn’t hard characters. It was like Xi Ze was writing with a very small pen.

A hot temperature passed down at the point where their fingers met. Ming Yu calmly looked at the other person holding his hand to write beautiful characters and his lips slightly tilted up.

In the case of friends, this behaviour was already too much.

But none of the two men raised any questions, simply continuing with their actions.

By the time the two of them filled two sheets of paper, MIng Yu hadn’t yet found the knack for writing, but he vaguely had an idea. According to Xi Ze, “If you persevere, maybe three… within a year, you can write normal words.”

Ming Yu, “…”

Please think before speaking next time! Swallow down your ‘three years!’

In the end, Xi Ze didn’t leave Ming Yu’s home until 11 p.m. Once the other person left, Ming Yu wasn’t ‘shy shy’ or in chaos. He calmly washed up like nothing happened and slept early.

Only, before closing his eyes, Ming Yu gaze up at the city lights reflected on the ceiling, thinking for a long time. Finally, he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

On the top floor of the Muse apartments, Xi Ze poured himself a cup of warm water and called Ding Bo.

Ding Bo was in a very noisy place. However, once he heard Xi Ze’s call, he quickly left the room and asked, “Why are you calling so late? Aren’t you going to a party tomorrow?”

The man gently replied “Ah,” and then asked, “Have things with Luo Cheng been resolved yet?”

Ding Bo sighed heavily and replied. “Yes, ‘Eda Lisa’ isn’t happy but we also can’t cooperate with their US side any longer. Now the two sides are discussing the issue of the contract. Everyone is saying that the other party breached the contract first, so it is very troublesome.”

“Go find Raymond Celtic.”

Ding Bo was surprised and asked, “Are you getting involved in this matter?”

“This is Eda Lisa. You handled it well, so good luck.”

Ding Bo laughed and said, “If you allowed me to find Raymond earlier, I wouldn’t have to listen to so much nonsense. By the way, didn’t you go to the Muse apartment today? Why are you resting so late?”

After chatting with his old friend for a while, Xi Ze suddenly asked, “Send me a copy of Ming Yu’s upcoming jobs.”

Ding Bo asked with surprise. “What? How can I possible have it? It is in that kid Zhao Rui’s hands.”

“Shen Xiang will have a way. I will be waiting for your email. Goodnight.”

After giving an order, Xi Ze didn’t wait for Ding Bo to reply and suddenly hung up the phone.

In the still and dark night, the atmosphere of spring became clearer. However, winter was till trying to wreak havoc for a while. The strong evening breeze whistled through the city at high altitudes, while Xi Ze looked down through the window at the night lights of the capital.

It was very easy to communicate between smart people.

He didn’t have to put out some things because he already conveyed what he meant, and he knew that the other person understood.

He was a designer, but before he became a designer, he was Xi Ze.

What type of identity did a muse have for a designer? A muse was their source of inspiration, someone they could get countless inspirations from.

Why did one particular person in the world become their muse, not one of the other 7 billion people in the world?

It was because at first sight, they were attracted to him/her. This person was the beauty their heart was longing for, the most profound embodiment of beauty.

As a designer, if he didn’t pursue the beauty he had been craving all his life, what would he pursue?

That person was always bad, always opinionated, secretly mischievous and cunning.

…Yes, he was cute.

 

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The next day, Ming Yu only got 2 NGs before smoothly passing.

Don’t mention the director, even Zhao Rui and Luo Ru were greatly surprised. When they asked Ming Xiaoyu what panacea he ate to receive suddenly enlightenment, Ming Yu didn’t try to hide it. “Yesterday, Xi Ze helped me act it out.”

Zhao Rui, “!!!!!”

After a moment, Luo Ru asked, “Xiaoyu, did you go to the company yesterday?”

Ming Yu unexpectedly shook his head. “Xi Ze came to my house to help me. I didn’t go to the company.”

This time, Zhao Rui and Luo Ru, “!!!!!”

There was only one person, Sister Cheng left and she took on the mission of questioning Ming Xiaoyu. “Xiaoyu, did Xi Ze come to find you for some matter, so you asked him for help and he agreed?”

The next moment, she saw this handsome youth smile and asked with surprise, “Sister Zheng, why do you think that? Xi Ze came to my home to visit. He saw me pondering over the script and offered to help. Oh yes, I cooked him a bowl of noodles as thanks.”

It turned into Zhao Rui, Luo Ru and Sister Zheng, “!!!!!!!”

A bowl of noodles?

You paid Xi Ze back with a bowl of noodles?

This was Xi Ze, not Ding Bo! (Ding Bo: Hello!)

A bowl of noodles as thanks really didn’t fit!!!

Ming Xiaoyu, don’t you have a conscience? God Xi helped you with acting?

It was too hard to believe.

In any case, the next two scenes passed quickly after Ming Yu finished the most difficult shot. At this point, the MV shooting was entirely over and there was a farewell dinner to celebrate the success of the filming.

At the table, Zhu Kejia and Ming Yu took a photo and added each other as friend. Zhu Kejia slightly edited the photo before posting it on her Wiebo, as well as mentioning Ming Xiaoyu.

【 Zhu Kejia: Today I finished shooting with Small Mushroom Ming Yu. Ah, he is really young, I feel like old bacon next to him. Haha. [/Picture] 】

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