books44 Chapter 82 Basic Mistakes
Chapter 82 Basic Mistakes
"Jingye, what are you doing here?"
As Bai Li stepped out of the recording studio, she looked up and saw a tall and slender figure standing quietly there.
A hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she paused slightly in her steps.
At this time, the morning light was faint, the sky was still shrouded in a misty blue curtain, and the sun was still struggling to break free from the horizon, sparingly casting down a few dim rays of light.
By the panoramic glass, the still night rests peacefully, the delicate texture of the clothes shimmering faintly in the dim morning light, as if hiding countless tiny stars.
Deep blue light draped over his shoulders, like a thin veil of time, exuding a calm and profound aura.
His face was hidden in the hazy, dim light and shadow, the light flickering as if through a layer of mist, making it difficult to see clearly, only outlining the general contours of his face.
Although she couldn't see his face clearly, Bai Li recognized Jing Ye immediately just by his figure and unique temperament.
Upon hearing Bai Li's voice, Jing Ye seemed to snap out of his reverie. He slowly raised his head, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
Then she slowly walked towards Bai Li, a gentle smile spreading across her lips, and said softly, "I heard you were here, so I came to find you. Are you going home?"
The recording studio is completely surrounded by a soundproof material that prevents sound leakage while also blocking out light.
Therefore, Bai Li had no idea that Jing Ye was waiting outside, or how long he had been waiting.
Looking at Jingye's familiar and warm smile, Bai Li's heart was gently touched, and she subconsciously loosened her grip on Shan Gui's sleeve.
Then he strode out of the recording studio, asking with concern as he went, "I'm about to go home. How long have you been waiting?"
Jingye simply stepped forward calmly and replied softly, "Just arrived."
His eyes were clear and open, without the slightest evasion or concealment. He looked directly into Bai Li's eyes, making it difficult to detect any flaw in them.
But a premonition inexplicably welled up in Bai Li's heart. A strong intuition told her that Jing Ye was not a newcomer, but had probably been waiting here for a long time.
Pulled by Bai Li, Shan Gui followed her out of the recording studio. The moment his gaze fell upon Jing Ye, he was visibly startled, and his steps involuntarily slowed down.
In the still of the night, the current CEO of Day and Night Entertainment stood there with an upright posture, exuding an innate aura that made the surrounding air seem much more solemn.
Although the Mountain Spirit knew Jingye, they had never interacted before, and the Mountain Spirit was completely unaware of the relationship between Jingye and Baili.
Witnessing the natural intimacy between the two, I felt as if my feet were nailed to the ground, and I involuntarily stopped.
His gaze shifted back and forth between the two, his eyes filled with doubt and inquiry.
Bai Li chatted quietly with Jing Ye for a few minutes, then raised her hand and swore she would never stay up all night writing songs again. Only then did she remember Shan Gui, turn around abruptly, a hint of apology on her face, and give Shan Gui a few words of advice:
"Teacher Shan Gui, I'm going back to sleep now. You should also go back to your dorm and get some rest. You've worked hard today, bye-bye!"
Upon hearing this, the mountain spirit reacted, raised its hand and waved it a few times in the air: "Bye-bye, go back and get some rest." It seemed relaxed, but in reality, it hid a trace of barely perceptible loss.
Bai Li turned and left without looking back, her steps light and quick.
Jingye tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping indifferently over the mountain spirit, her eyes as cold as ice, devoid of any warmth.
With just a quick glance, it was as if a certain scrutiny had been completed, and then the gaze was quickly withdrawn.
Turning around, he followed Bai Li away with steady steps, never showing any intention of greeting the mountain spirit.
Seeing this, the mountain spirit wisely refrained from the urge to greet them. Instead, he crossed his arms, leaned back slightly, and lazily rested against the wall, his eyes fixed on the two figures as they walked away.
The two disappeared around the corner, and the mountain spirit was still reliving the scene in his mind.
Everything seemed normal just now, but I could sense a subtle hostility.
Was it just his imagination?
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Bai Li, who had gotten into the car, secretly glanced at Jing Ye.
As if telepathically connected, Jingye keenly noticed the moment Bai Li's gaze met his. His deep eyes seemed to sparkle with starlight as he stared at Bai Li quietly, as if trying to see through her.
Bai Li hastily forced a smile, revealing a slightly awkward expression. Then, as if she had done something wrong, she quickly looked away, her eyes darting nervously out the car window.
Her heart suddenly raced, and she wondered to herself: What's wrong with Jingye today? He seems so strange.
The vehicle drove slowly through the fog-shrouded streets. The sky today seemed to be shrouded by a huge gray curtain, so gloomy that it made people feel depressed.
The fog swept across the entire city, shrouding everything in a hazy, chaotic mist.
The morning sun tried its best, but it could not penetrate the thick clouds. It could only occasionally let out a few weak, cold rays of light through the gaps in the clouds, like a powerless sigh in this gray world.
It's a cloudy day...
A cloudy day is nice!
Perfect for catching up on sleep!
On the way home, Bai Li, who hadn't slept much all night, fell asleep comfortably and carefree in the swaying car.
Jingye sat to one side, calmly looking out the window.
Although he appeared calm on the surface, his heart was already filled with dark clouds.
Jingye clearly understood his own feelings; they were like a forbidden flower quietly blooming in the darkness, completely deviating from the bottom line of professional ethics he had always adhered to, and a low-level mistake that he would not allow himself to make.
He tried many methods to erase that rainy night, mixed with the smell of alcohol and the salty, damp rain, from his memory.
But it's completely impossible.
Almost every time I pass by the courtyard, I recall my loss of composure, and the emotions linger like a tide.
Putting on a facade was the last step he could manage.
But a pretense is still a pretense.
No matter how well it's disguised, it's still just a disguise.
Whenever his heart is gently touched by that sharp needle called "caring," his true feelings will pour out like a flood breaking through a dam.
Even though he knew that Bai Li was just writing songs normally, spending an entire night in a room with a man and just seeing them walk out one after the other in an extremely intimate manner still caused his efforts to maintain composure to crumble instantly.
Jealousy and worry burned like flames in his heart, leaving him no time to conceal his true feelings.
He knew he had no right or justification to demand anything from Bai Li, and this sense of powerlessness filled him with anger towards himself.
He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, his nails almost digging into his palms, in order to suppress the emotions surging within him.
The precepts have long lost their effectiveness.
—Useless stuff.
As he lay lost in his thoughts in the still night, the only sounds he heard were the vehicles driving by. No one could hear his unspeakable turmoil and struggle.
Fortunately, Bai Li had fallen asleep at that moment, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to keep up the act.