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The next morning, in the capital.

A cool morning breeze swept across the East Fourth Ring Road.

The familiar black van merged into the morning rush hour and, forty minutes later, came to a smooth stop in the designated area outside the Shenwu Gate of the Forbidden City.

Fang Yu and Liu Yifei hung up their temporary passes and officially began their third day of field research.

The morning's itinerary was once again led by Assistant Zhang, arranged by Shen Weimin.

The three of them passed through several side halls that were not open to the public year-round.

Look at the faded carvings, observe the mottled red walls up close, and step on the blue bricks that have been worn dark by the years.

We traveled along the way, stopping and starting frequently.

Until nearly noon.

Sunlight streamed over the high palace walls and fell on the white marble railings, warming people's bodies.

"No, I can't take it anymore."

Fang Yu plopped down on the stone steps outside the side hall and refused to move.

He alternately pounded his calves with both hands, groaning incessantly.

"That emperor is really good at causing trouble."

Why build such a big house in your own home?

"Attending the morning court session every day is like running a marathon, who can stand that!"

Liu Yifei stood in front of him.

She wore a well-tailored khaki trench coat today, with her long hair casually draped over her shoulders.

A breeze swept through the palace walls, gently lifting a few strands of hair.

She is undeniably beautiful.

The way she looked at Fang Yu carried a hint of disdain.

"Producer Fang, he explained it all in just one morning?"

Liu Yifei crossed her arms and looked down at him.

"Who was it yesterday who vowed to measure history with their own footsteps and feel the weight of time?"

"When you were carrying sacks and running up the mountains in the Greater Khingan Mountains, you weren't this weak."

Fang Yu continued massaging his legs.

"How can that be the same?"

"Running in the mountains can yield hazelnuts and wood ear mushrooms; if you're lucky, you might even catch a bunch of delicious ones."

He raised his hand and pointed around, his face contorted in pain.

"If you spend a whole morning walking around here, all you'll see is history and culture."

"The knowledge content is too high, so I have to stretch my legs."

Three steps away, Assistant Zhang's lips twitched.

After following this man for a few days, he has already mastered a new skill.

Automatically filters out nonsense.

Seeing that Fang Yu remained motionless on the steps, Liu Yifei rolled her eyes and slowly walked up to him.

Then, she bent down.

That face, almost too exquisite, drew closer little by little.

A faint fragrance wafted in the wind, heading straight for Fang Yu's nose.

"Feed".

Liu Yifei lowered her voice, her tone languid.

"You haven't been playing for two days and now your mind is completely blank, unable to utter a single word, have you?"

Fang Yu's eyebrows immediately stood up.

"Are you kidding me?"

He subconsciously straightened his back a little.

"This genius has as many inspirations as the floor tiles in the Forbidden City."

"You can't even count them all!"

"Pfft."

Liu Yifei burst out laughing.

She pursed her lips, her watery eyes full of mischief.

Instead of retreating, she moved forward another half inch, her warm breath falling almost imperceptibly on Fang Yu's cheek.

"What if it really gets stuck..."

Her voice was so soft it sounded like she was being coquettish, yet it also sounded like she had dug a hole in plain sight.

"Should I, this young lady, take pity on you—"

"Want me to give you a boost of inspiration?"

Recharge.

The moment those two words entered Fang Yu's ears, his mind went blank, and he almost crashed on the spot.

In broad daylight.

Forbidden City.

Non-open area.

There are surveillance cameras overhead!

If any one of these conditions is missing, he'd dare to show the "Fairy Sister" what it means to respect paid knowledge.

Fang Yu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly sat up straight.

My back doesn't ache anymore, and my legs don't hurt anymore.

The half-dead look he had just been in vanished in an instant.

He moved back half a body, his face full of righteousness.

"Teacher Liu, please have some self-respect!"

"It's working hours now!"

"Please don't try to corrupt my pure creative soul with sugar-coated bullets!"

Liu Yifei raised an eyebrow, about to mock him for having the desire but not the courage.

next second.

Fang Yu glanced around furtively.

After confirming that Xiao Zhang wasn't looking this way, he lowered his voice and added a sentence with utmost seriousness.

"I'll recharge after get off work."

"You're not allowed to leave until you've been there for two hours."

Liu Yifei's smile froze for half a second.

A thin layer of red quickly appeared on the base of her ears.

"roll."

She lifted her foot and gently kicked the edge of Fang Yu's shoe.

Fang Yu chuckled and decided to quit while he was ahead.

He grabbed the dusty gray canvas bag next to him and zipped it up.

A hardcover sketchbook and a black charcoal pencil quickly fell into my hands.

"Stop making a fuss, stop making a fuss."

Fang Yu tapped the notebook cover with a charcoal pencil, his playful smile fading.

"We've pretty much finished our publicly funded romance."

"It's time to hand in the homework."

Liu Yifei rolled her eyes at him.

"You still know you're here to work?"

Fang Yu didn't respond.

He laid the sketchbook on his lap and dropped the charcoal pencil.

brush brush --

One line.

Two lines.

Three lines.

The strong, powerful handwriting quickly covered the entire paper.

Fang Yu did not pause or make any corrections.

It was as if those sentences had been stored in his mind for a long time, just waiting for this moment to be written down.

The smile on Liu Yifei's face gradually faded.

She stood to the side, watching quietly.

She was only slightly surprised when she saw the first line.

Upon seeing the second line, her gaze was already fixed on the paper.

As Fang Yu continued writing, she unconsciously softened her breathing.

Fang Yu has written many good lyrics before.

The restraint and melancholy of "Mohe Dance Hall".

The down-to-earth atmosphere of "Northeast Folk Songs".

There's also the overwhelming sense of chivalry and adventure in "A Laugh in the Vast Sea".

But these sentences are different from those of the past.

With just a few lines written, a sense of weight has already been conveyed.

Liu Yifei did not urge them.

She even quietly moved a step to the side to shield Fang Yu from the wind blowing through the palace passage.

A few meters away.

Assistant Zhang was still holding his notebook, quietly leaning against the vermilion pillar.

He knew the rules and didn't go over to look.

But the noise coming from over there was hard to ignore.

Brush brush.

The charcoal pencil flew across the paper.

One line after another.

There wasn't even a lag of half a second in between.

Xiao Zhang couldn't help but glance over there.

He worked for Shen Weimin for three years.

He has participated in no fewer than six major documentary films.

The number of musicians and lyricists we've collaborated with is at least several dozen.

He knew all too well how those people created their works.

Some people sit in front of documents all day, only to scribble a few lines on their notebooks in the end.

Some people were walking back and forth along the palace wall, smoking one cigarette after another.

Someone locked himself in a hotel for three days, finally managed to submit three lines of writing, only to have them rejected by Director Shen and sent back to be rewritten on the spot.

That's normal.

That's more like writing a theme song for a national-level cultural project on CCTV.

But what about the one in front of you?

For three days, this guy was either sketching his girlfriend or making up stories next to the Zhenfei Well.

They don't look like they're doing anything productive.

Now, take out your notebook and start writing.

Xiao Zhang stared at Fang Yu's rapidly moving right hand, then glanced at Liu Yifei standing beside him, whose expression was becoming increasingly serious.

Only one thought remained in his mind.

Is this person reliable or not?

Is Director Shen being misled?