Five years without pregnancy means you're too weak; I remarried a powerful man and had triplets

Lu Zichuan raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

He rested one hand on the armrest of the chair and bent down slightly.

This position almost completely enveloped her in his breath. The cool, woody sandalwood scent emanating from him rose with his body heat, seeping into Shen Zhiyi's nostrils.

Shen Zhiyi's fingers tightened slightly as she held the book, her knuckles turning a pale white, but she didn't flinch.

"According to the six principles of editing proposed by the master Murch, emotion is more important than story, story is more important than rhythm, rhythm is more important than perspective, perspective is more important than two-dimensional characteristics, and two-dimensional characteristics are more important than three-dimensional continuity."

Her voice was gentle and soothing, like water flowing from a mountain stream, "This is the most classic sorting in itself. And your annotation takes it a step further. Never sacrifice higher principles for lower principles."

She paused, looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with the sparkle ignited by their professional conversation:

"We cannot sacrifice the integrity of the story for the sake of flashy pacing, nor can we sacrifice the audience's emotional resonance for the sake of narrative. As long as higher-level needs are met, lower-level flaws will often be automatically overlooked by the audience. This is consistent with Murch's core philosophy."

The huge study was so quiet that only the two of them could be heard breathing.

Lu Zichuan just stared at her like that.

His face was expressionless, but the admiration in his eyes was evident, impossible to hide.

She's right.

Moreover, he explained it even more thoroughly than he wrote in his annotations.

My memories were suddenly pulled back, passing through several years, and landing in that sun-dappled corner of the campus.

At that time, he had just finished watching "In the Blink of an Eye" and was deeply moved. He was looking for material on campus for the campus editing competition.

As he passed by a secluded path, he heard people arguing.

He had no interest in these things, but the book the other person mentioned happened to be the one he had just finished reading. For some inexplicable reason, he stopped and did something that was unusual for him for the first time. He stood in the shadows around the corner and listened to the corner for a while.

At that time, the person standing next to Shen Zhiyi was not Xu Zhesheng. She was also accompanying a friend to participate in the competition, and the two were arguing fiercely about editing concepts.

The other party argued that since it was a video, the focus should be on eye contact, and everything else should be set aside.

Only explosive visuals can capture the audience's attention.

However, Shen Zhiyi insisted that the emotions conveyed in the clip should be prioritized.

"Explosive visuals can only attract viewers for the first few seconds, but ultimately, what determines the quality of a work is its emotion and story."

Her voice came from the shadows, clear and resolute, "Just like news, headlines that subvert values ​​can certainly attract clicks, but completion rates are always tied to the story's content. I don't want to be an unscrupulous media outlet. If you insist on editing it your way, then I'm sorry, I'm not participating in this competition."

Back then, she was far less sophisticated than she is now.

They have their own temper, and if they can't be reasoned with, they'd rather give up than compromise.

The other party clearly couldn't understand her stubbornness, and the two parted on bad terms.

Lu Zichuan stood in the corner, watching the figure carrying the computer turn and leave. The ponytail swung cleanly in the sunlight.

That was the first time he had ever been interested in someone.

The figure in his memory overlapped with reality. Shen Zhiyi was looking at him with her eyes open, her gaze clear and transparent, untouched by any dust.

"Well said." He smiled slightly.

as always.

He kept those words to himself and never uttered them.

"Du"

"Du"

There was a knock at the door.

The two looked in the direction he was looking, and Pei Jin was leaning against the door with his arms crossed. "How much longer are you going to talk? The food's getting cold."

"They're here."

Shen Zhiyi closed the book, her eyes smiling. "May I borrow this book to take a look?"

Lu Zichuan naturally wouldn't refuse her request.

He nodded, his gaze sweeping over the wall full of books: "Of course, if there's anything here that interests you, feel free to borrow it anytime."

At the dinner table, Shen Zhiyi sat opposite Lu Zichuan, while Lu Zichuan and Pei Jin sat side by side.

The table was covered with dishes, all prepared by them.

It has everything you could want in terms of color, aroma, and taste.

"Try this." Pei Jin picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs with his chopsticks and put it in her bowl, saying with a smile, "This is Zichuan's favorite dish, and I specially learned how to make it."

Shen Zhiyi paused with her chopsticks and subconsciously looked at Lu Zichuan.

He was ladling soup with his head down when he heard this, so he looked up and said calmly, "Don't listen to his nonsense. I'm not a picky eater."

"Come on," Pei Jin rolled her eyes, "Every time you come to my house for dinner, the sweet and sour pork ribs are always the first dish to be devoured. I burned my hands several times trying to learn how to make this dish, and you turn around and say you're not a picky eater?"

As he spoke, he held out his hand for Lu Zichuan to see: "See that? This is the evidence!"

Lu Zichuan glanced at his clean, white hands: "When did you burn yourself?"

"...Okay, that was an exaggeration." Pei Jin sheepishly withdrew her hand, then quickly regained her composure, "But I really did spend a long time learning how to cook this! You don't appreciate it, and you're even embarrassing me!"

Shen Zhiyi watched the two bicker back and forth and couldn't help but smile.

This atmosphere is very comfortable.

It's not the kind of forced politeness, but the relaxed feeling that only comes between people who have known each other for a long time.

"It's delicious." She picked up a piece of pork rib and took a bite. The sweet and sour flavor was just right, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. "Pei Jin, your cooking is really good."

Pei Jin's eyes lit up: "Really! I knew it!"

He raised an eyebrow at Lu Zichuan smugly, as if to say, "See, someone understands my goodness."

Lu Zichuan ignored him, and silently pushed a bowl of soup next to Shen Zhiyi: "Be careful, it's hot."

There was also a heat-resistant mat at the bottom of the bowl, which he had just casually placed there.

Shen Zhiyi was taken aback for a moment, then whispered her thanks.

Halfway through the meal, Pei Jin suddenly put down her chopsticks, propped her chin on her hand, and looked at Shen Zhiyi: "Zhiyi-jie, besides editing, what other hobbies do you have?"

"Hobbies?" Shen Zhiyi thought for a moment, "Watching movies. Sometimes I read books too."

What kind of movies do you watch?

"Suspense, art films, and occasionally documentaries." She paused, "Actually, I watch everything, but as an editor, it's an occupational hazard; I can't help but analyze the visual language of everything I watch."

"Haha, occupational hazard!" Pei Jin laughed so hard she almost fell over. "I know, I know. When I watch movies, I can't help but pay attention to the composition and lighting, but it's all because..."

As he spoke, he suddenly looked at Lu Zichuan: "By the way, do you remember that short film you made in your sophomore year?"

Lu Zichuan paused slightly in his hand as he picked up some food.

"The one who won first prize in the campus competition!" Pei Jin said, getting more and more excited. "Even though you graduated many years ago, the school is still saying that the eldest son of the Lu family didn't become a spoiled brat and went to make movies. I even went to see it."

He turned to look at Shen Zhiyi, his eyes sparkling: "Zhiyi-jie, you absolutely have to see it! He filmed it really well!"

Shen Zhiyi's hand holding the chopsticks tightened slightly.

First prize in the campus competition.

That was the competition she accompanied someone to back then, which ended badly.

Of course she remembers.

She later saw a clip of the winning entry from that competition online.

The visual quality, narrative pacing, and emotional expression far surpassed those of her peers. At the time, she remarked that this person's editing philosophy coincided with her own.

I never expected it to be Lu Zichuan.