"This orchid is so expensive." Ning Youguang was heartbroken, "It’s priceless outside, and you actually cut it and put it in a vase for !"
"Does it make a difference?" Shi Wangyue grasped the two orchids, casually saying, "To , they’re all just flowers."
"Fine, you rich guy." Ning Youguang struggled to cover her chest, "I need to calm down."
Shi Wangyue chuckled softly, "Then you go ahead and calm down. I’ll bring the flowers inside and co back to hug you. I hope you’re not heartbroken by the ti I co out."
"Get out, get out." Ning Youguang angrily ushered him away.
A few minutes later, Shi Wangyue returned to the rooftop garden.
"Still heartbroken?" He walked over to her, watching Ning Youguang who was staring at the flowers lost in thought.
"Not heartbroken anymore." Ning Youguang moved her fingers away from a white tea flower, "I’m pondering a question."
"What question?" Shi Wangyue picked her up horizontally and walked into the room.
"I suddenly feel that a lot of people in our country view shopping malls as their psychologists. I’m not belittling them; it’s just that I’ve observed this social phenonon for several reasons—firstly, most people’s psychological issues aren’t severe enough to warrant visiting a psychologist; secondly, eting a talented psychologist isn’t easy for many; lastly, many people have a mindset where they believe if they can solve their psychological issues on their own, then they won’t need to see a psychologist. But often, most people can’t resolve their psychological issues." Ning Youguang casually wrapped her arms around his neck, "The way they deal with their issues is often by eating sothing good, shopping, traveling, or hanging out with friends to chat. Even if a professional psychotherapist tells them the root of their problems and advises how to change their communication and external response patterns, they feel good when listening, but after so ti, they still feel anxious and scared. After losing their minds, they unconsciously start buying stuff, eating good food as a way of loving themselves, entering a vicious cycle of material comfort."
"Not everyone has the courage to truly confront themselves and transform themselves." Shi Wangyue carried Ning Youguang to the dining room, helping her sit at the table, "Those who can grow the strength to change by themselves won’t rely on material comfort."
"You’re right." Ning Youguang sighed softly, "People are like this, the good becos better, the bad becos worse. There’s never been anyone who stays the sa; there are only those who improve and those who deteriorate."
"If you don’t advance, you retreat." Shi Wangyue turned to fetch a bowl and spoon before serving Ning Youguang a bowl of soup, "Fish ball soup."
"Thank you." Ning Youguang picked up the spoon and gently scooped a mouthful to sip, "It’s so fresh, really delicious."
"Once you finish, I’ll serve you more later." Shi Wangyue also picked up his bowl elegantly to drink the soup.
"Where did these fish balls co from? They’re so tasty." Ning Youguang had just bitten into a fish ball and was imdiately amazed.
"Aunt Ming sent them during the New Year’s, found them sitting in the fridge corner." Shi Wangyue said.
"Oh." Ning Youguang laughed, "Next New Year, I won’t store that much food anymore."
After experiencing this New Year with Shi Wangyue, she thoroughly learned her lesson.
She won’t hoard so much food anymore; she had overestimated both their appetites.
"There was a mishap this year." She sighed, "It’s my fault, watching how my aunt used to prepare so much food every year. I thought the New Year required so much preparation."
"It’s not bad either." Shi Wangyue picked up a salted chicken leg and placed it in Ning Youguang’s empty soup bowl, "Saved trips to the market for months."
"I’m quite embarrassed, okay?" Ning Youguang slapped her forehead, "I don’t even dare tell others I’m a minimalist now. Where would a minimalist keep so much food that lasts from winter to spring?"
"There is." Shi Wangyue chuckled, picking up a chicken wing.
This chicken, too, hadn’t been finished since the New Year.
"Where?"
"Isn’t it right in front of ?"
...
Lemon Entertainnt, trainee practice room.
"Will you appear suddenly, will you appear suddenly, appear... appear
...on that magical street..." Wearing a red T-shirt and black trendy pants, Xie Yizun sat on a high stool, practicing guitar and singing.
Beside him, there were several other boys around his age practicing playing and singing together.
A young vocal teacher in a black long-sleeve shirt listened to their practice and comnted—
"This is very good."
"Sounds great."
"If you can sing, just sing. Don’t worry, very good, open your mouth."
"Okay, don’t tilt your face too much."
Outside the practice room, sudden fierce arguing erupted—
"Please don’t erase . You can’t think my existence is aningless just because there’s no comnt or praise—it’s a minor murder." A young boy yelled angrily.
"If you can’t bring value and profit to the company, expose the team, and draw traffic, your existence indeed holds little aning." A very indifferent young male voice followed, "The company spends a lot on inviting teachers to help train you."
"But that’s not what you said when I first arrived." The young boy’s emotions shattered, "When I was signed, you said I was definitely going to debut, praised my qualifications were good, assured I would beco popular, but now you just eliminate . My family paid so much money to the company only for to co ho after the New Year?"
"I never said you’d definitely debut, I just said the show wouldn’t stop. When you’d appear on a program, which program, you’d only know after signing with the company." Contrary to the young boy’s emotional breakdown, the young man’s voice remained calm, as if familiar with the situation, indifferent, "And if I rember correctly, when you signed with the company’s artist managent, they said you’d only beco a signed artist if you perford outstandingly after practice. Only then would the company package you for a program."
Staff from Lemon Entertainnt passing by continued as usual without paying much attention to it, seemingly accustod to such disturbances.
But the trainees inside were different.
They had long since distinguished voices, recognizing who was arguing fiercely outside. 1314
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