At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

"Hmm, I'm thinking that Cheche should start with areas she's already good at."

"You're usually very good at it?"

Su Che frowned, lost in thought, "What am I good at?"

He counted them on his fingers.

I feel that the thing I've been exposed to the most since I was a child is music.

But music has long been killed off by my father, and there's no market for writing about music.

At the very least, expressing sound with words is extremely abstract, and it is very difficult to successfully convey the auditory images in one's mind to the reader.

This kind of thing is inherently separated by an insurmountable wall, so it's no wonder the market doesn't accept it.

To make a name for oneself in music writing, the author should ideally be knowledgeable about music and simultaneously produce musical works—in other words, while writing, simultaneously upload all the pieces to music platforms so that readers can enjoy a double stimulation and a combined auditory and visual experience.

But that kind of workload requires an entire team.

One person's strength is ultimately limited. Under the pressure of writing a certain number of words every day, if one wants to squeeze out time to complete music production, then one person will be broken into countless pieces, and the probability of sudden death will increase infinitely.

Of course, this is inseparable from the fact that Su Che is a person with extremely high standards for himself.

"Cheche, you're not only good at music."

"Ok?"

"You are very meticulous, pursue originality, and can clearly and concretely visualize your ideas in your mind. Do you remember what you said when you gave me your requirements?"

An Qing gazed into his eyes and whispered:

"You said you met a child in your dream. She was almost perfect, cute and rebellious, pure yet with a hint of disgust for the world. You wanted to discard the dirty parts of her and ask me to depict a perfect version of her."

"what."

“The landmine series is the texture you once longed for the most. So I understood your needs and your deepest desires. Not knowing much about it, I searched everywhere for inspiration and materials, trying to integrate into this circle. But I found that I was completely out of place with them.”

An Qing sighed softly, "My personality isn't really that of a landmine. So I can only try to appear as close to them as possible on the surface in order to get your attention."

"Over time, I felt myself changing. Because of wearing 'landmine' style clothes for a long time, I felt something inside me was slowly changing. I seemed to be able to get used to wearing cute little dresses on the street, and I would subconsciously have the idea of ​​drawing myself when I looked in the mirror. I would think, even if I use my own false image as a subject, what's wrong with that?"

"If I can become the landmine girl in your heart, Cheche, then even if we only look alike, so what? At least, I'll have helped Cheche resolve some of her inner conflicts, won't I?"

"I gradually figured it out, and I became even more obsessed with it. In the end, I followed you into the neighborhood and watched you walk into your home. The moment the door closed, I realized how much I wanted to go in with you."

"At this moment, I think I finally understand the landmine girl."

An Qing spoke slowly and deliberately, her gaze deep and thoughtful.

Upon closer inspection, she was wearing an adorable strawberry cake nightgown today, with the white cream at the bottom of the dress looking delicious, and her perfume smelling sweet and alluring.

When I think about it, I always overlook the charm of young girls when I'm at home.

There are so many cats around, all of them are excellent and tempting. This competitive environment has caused her scent to lose its original power to directly reach the brain.

Actually, my house cat has always been self-disciplined and adorable.

My habit of wearing makeup at home has never changed.

She knew that any time, any place, was a "battlefield."

In her pursuit of affection, her philosophy is to "give him enough space and let him take his own course."

Many things, once accumulated to a certain degree, will naturally fall into place.

For example, today.

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At this moment, she was still unaware of the "danger" and said seriously:

"Cheche's keen sense of aesthetics runs deep, and she is better at capturing all forms of beauty on the market than others."

I remember every time you sent me a request, you would specify the exact brand, style, model, and color of the character's top and bottom outfits. She was so vividly portrayed that she formed a mental image in your mind, which I greatly envied.

"Sometimes I secretly wonder if Cheche will one day be able to imprint me in his mind like OC? To the point where just a thought can bring back all the details of me."

"You can be unreservedly devoted to the things you truly love and the people you admire. That kind of devotion is something I long for but can never have."

She paused, looking at his moved expression, and after a long silence, finally, slowly gave her answer:

"So, so. If it's about writing something 'most three-dimensional,' even Master Lu might not be able to beat you."

"."

Su Che's face was blurred, "The most, three-dimensional..."

"Ah."

The house cat nodded vigorously, gave him a sweet smile:

"No one is omnipotent, and no one can completely shut down their opponent on every track. Letting him see your specialty might just be the breathing room in this version of the game."

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Chapter 312 Kitten: Brother, I fell down (read in a monotone tone)

The Third Agreement.

It was a day spent with Miya.

Su Che, who had been taking care of An Qing, had no time to rest, as An Qing's private meals were a secret kept under wraps, and the schedule was still being moved forward.

Throughout the night, Su Che listened to his cat's advice, and even while embracing, he didn't forget to think about matters concerning the future.

As the girl said, music and landmines are what she is best at. If she were to incorporate them into the field of literature, perhaps it would produce some unexpected results, like new buds sprouting after a rain.

In Su Che's eyes, there are two possible strategies for defeating his father—

"Long-term" and "short-term".

The so-called long-term approach means building up demand step by step, steadily and surely, accumulating knowledge and experience, and finally defeating the old man who has stopped snowballing through the accumulated "foundation". This approach is more stable and solid.

Another short-term strategy is to decide the outcome with a single book.

This path is extremely thrilling, but incredibly difficult, with a 95% chance of being utterly destroyed and never being able to rise again.

Su Che wasn't stupid; he knew that reckless recklessness was not advisable.

"Taking Dad away in one fell swoop is, to be honest, unlikely."

"If ten waves take away Dad, then... well, it depends on the situation."

Now that things have come to this, Su Che has regained his senses.

He felt that his father was the kind of adult man who didn't seem like much on the surface, but whose expertise was not to be underestimated, and was very dangerous.

Therefore, he prefers a "long-term" approach and will never again engage in a life-or-death struggle with his father like a young upstart, just like in the music industry.

"Ugh."

After regaining my composure, I stood in front of the mirror at 10 a.m., looking at myself with my clothes neatly arranged, and at that somewhat pleasing face.

Su Che discovered that he wasn't entirely without merits.

"An Qing, is it appropriate for me to go with Miya looking like this today?"

"Of course it's suitable, Cheche... is the most handsome. He always will be in my eyes."

The house cat, curled up in bed, blushed and shyly praised the woman.

"I see."

Although Su Che felt that he was pretty good at dressing, he wasn't overly confident and never considered his appearance as the core reason he attracted the cats.

Because subconsciously they don't want to admit that their genes are inherited from their father and that they can benefit from it, they will deliberately avoid related issues.

Where did you and Miya meet today?

The house cat blinked, asking with a hint of curiosity.

She said she was going to the airport terminal.

"Want to go play that game?"

"Yes. After all, it's the first time I've been to this place."

"I'm so envious..."

An Qing pouted, "I really want to go too..."

The girl said this, but she knew in her heart that she couldn't be willful and disturb his and the kitten's private time.

“Actually, Miya wouldn’t mind if you came, but it’s best to be patient and spend time with you alone after everything is over. The rules shouldn’t be broken.”

Having already broken the rules, Su Che didn't realize he was spoiling the cat endlessly, and casually left her another promise.

The cat was overjoyed, secretly delighted: "My number 20 is still here... Cheche didn't say yesterday's number was moved forward... so I still have one more chance...! Hehehe..."

When it comes to clever ideas, An Qing is quite something.

Su Che certainly wouldn't argue with her about every little thing; he would give her whatever she deserved.

After he finished getting ready, he went straight out the door, and under the watchful eyes of the maids, he headed to the parking lot, started his car, and drove out of the yard.

The meeting place with Miya was at "Sunny Day Amusement Park".

It was an arcade that had been leased out by capital. The equipment inside was brand new and complete, and the dance machines were in perfect condition, with a soft feel, like a young girl's delicate skin.

In Miya's words, "The keyboard is soft, so you can rank up."

When we arrived at the agreed location, the kitten was already obediently standing in front of the door downstairs, carrying her bag.

Today, she was wearing an adorable black Mars dress with a bow, which was clearly a new must-have item from her sister's shop.

She paired the outfit with youthful black over-the-knee socks, which were lined with fleece and thickened for extra warmth in winter, exuding a sense of sophistication within their conservative style.

Her private area was covered by a long skirt, and she wore proper little school uniform shoes. This kind of kitten made people like her from the bottom of their hearts.

"You're kind of cute, Miya."

Su Che didn't hold back his praise, and walked directly to her with the car keys in hand.

She raised her hand and rubbed her shoulder-length hair, which had just been washed but was not yet completely dry.