After I died, they cried in the live studio

Chapter 140 Can You Afford the Compensation?
After the two hugged each other warmly, Yi Shuqi took Sang Shuwan to sit in the rest area, where there was a retro wooden coffee table and several soft sofas. Exquisite afternoon tea was already set on the coffee table, the bone china teacup shone with a warm luster, the teapot exuded the rich aroma of Earl Grey tea, and matched with colorful macarons, each piece was as exquisite as a work of art, making people reluctant to eat it.

"Have some tea first and try the macarons I specially asked someone to prepare. They are the most authentic flavor from Paris." Yi Shuqi said as she poured Sang Shuwan a cup of fragrant Earl Grey tea. Steam rose and the fragrance of tea filled the air.

Sang Shuwan picked up the teacup, took a sip, feeling the silky taste spreading on her tongue, and exclaimed: "It's still the familiar taste, so delicious." She put down the teacup, picked up a pink macaron, took a bite, the delicate texture and sweet taste instantly bloomed in her mouth, and a satisfied look appeared on her face, as if all the fatigue had disappeared at this moment.

"Tell me, big star, what kind of dress do you want me to customize this time? Is there any important event?" Yi Shuqi asked with a smile, her eyes revealing anticipation. Her fingers tapped lightly on the coffee table, as if she had already sketched out countless design sketches in her mind.

Sang Shuwan shook her head helplessly and said with a wry smile: "Alas, I have too many endorsements recently and I can't handle it all. And now, a top fashion brand has invited me to attend their new product launch, so I must have a unique dress." She sighed softly, her eyes revealing a hint of fatigue, but more of anticipation for the upcoming event.

Yi Shuqi raised her eyebrows and said with interest: "Oh? That will require careful design. Tell me your ideas, what style of dress do you want?" She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her hands, waiting attentively for Sang Shuwan's answer.

Sang Shuwan thought for a moment and said, "I want a dress that is both gorgeous and elegant, preferably one that incorporates some traditional Chinese elements. After all, I still want to showcase our culture on the international stage." There was a firm light in her eyes, as if she had already seen herself wearing the dress that combined Chinese and Western cultures and stunning everyone on the stage.

Yi Shuqi's eyes lit up and she said excitedly, "This is a great idea! I've been studying traditional Chinese clothing culture recently and I've got a lot of inspiration. I think silk can be used as the main fabric. The luster and texture of silk can perfectly show the gorgeous temperament. Add some exquisite embroidery and buttons, and you'll be able to create a dress that will stun the whole audience." She became more and more excited as she spoke. She stood up and gestured the outline of the dress with her hands in the air, as if the peerless dress was already before her eyes.

After hearing this, Sang Shuwan nodded repeatedly: "That's great, I knew I made the right choice to find you. I believe your design will definitely make me the focus of the whole audience." A smile of trust was on her face, and she was full of confidence in Yi Shuqi's design talent.

The two discussed the design details of the dress while enjoying afternoon tea. Sang Shuwan also shared some of her recent interesting stories and troubles at work, such as the funny episodes she encountered when shooting an advertisement, when the photographer almost fell into the props pile in pursuit of the perfect angle; and the pressure of high-intensity work, she only slept for a few hours for several consecutive days, but still had to appear in perfect condition in front of the camera.

“Sometimes I really feel like I can’t hold on any longer, with one endorsement after another and a busy schedule every day.” Sang Shuwan said with emotion, a hint of fatigue in her eyes. She rubbed her temples gently, as if trying to dispel the endless fatigue.

Yi Shuqi patted her on the shoulder and comforted her, "I understand how you feel. You're becoming more and more famous, and everyone has seen your strength and charm, so naturally more people are looking for you to be the spokesperson. But you should also make sure to rest and don't overwork yourself. The body is the capital of the revolution. If you're exhausted, you won't be able to continue to shine on the stage." Her eyes were full of concern, and she gently pinched Sang Shuwan's shoulders to give her strength.

Sang Shuwan looked at Yi Shuqi gratefully: "You still understand me. In fact, sometimes I wonder if I should slow down and give myself more time. Go travel, enjoy life, instead of being pushed around by work all the time." Her eyes revealed a yearning for a free life, as if she saw herself walking on the beach, enjoying the sunshine and the beach.

Yi Shuqi smiled and said, "Yes, in addition to work, there are many wonderful things in life that are worth experiencing. After you are done with this busy period, you must give yourself a vacation and relax. Go lie down on the beach in the Maldives, or go to a hot spring in Japan to relax yourself completely." As she spoke, she used her hands to depict the beautiful holiday scenes, as if she were already there.

"Yes, I will. After this new product launch conference is over, I will take myself a long vacation." Sang Shuwan nodded, with a determined look on her face, as if she had made up her mind to reward herself well.

At this time, the assistant came over with a tape measure and measuring tools, ready to measure Sang Shuwan. Sang Shuwan stood up and cooperated with the assistant's actions, while Yi Shuqi carefully recorded the measurement data and occasionally put forward some of her own ideas.

"Make it a little looser here so that you can move more freely on stage." Yi Shuqi pointed at Sang Shuwan's waist and said to the assistant.

The assistant nodded and carefully adjusted the position of the tape measure to ensure that every data was accurate. Sang Shuwan stood quietly, her eyes revealing her anticipation for the dress. She imagined herself wearing the dress that combined traditional Chinese elements with Parisian fashion style and shining on the stage.

After taking the measurements, Sang Shuwan sat down again and talked with Yi Shuqi about each other's lives. They recalled the good times they had spent together, those days full of laughter and dreams seemed like yesterday. They talked about how they stayed up late to do design homework together in college and argued over a small inspiration; they talked about how they fought for their dreams after graduation and encouraged each other in countless tired nights.

"Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, we have achieved such great success in our respective fields." Sang Shuwan said with emotion, her eyes full of nostalgia for the past. Those youthful and beautiful memories flashed like pearls in her mind.

Yi Shuqi smiled and said, "Yes, but no matter how far we go, our friendship will never change. Do you remember our original agreement? To make a name for ourselves in the fashion industry together, and now we have done it." Her face was filled with a proud smile, as if she saw herself full of passion and dreams again.

Sang Shuwan looked at Yi Shuqi, tears of emotion flashing in her eyes: "Yes, you will always be my most important friend. No matter what difficulties we encounter in the future, we must face them together." She reached out and held Yi Shuqi's hand tightly, as if conveying firm friendship and strength.

The two smiled at each other, and at that moment, they seemed to have returned to the past, with those innocent and beautiful memories flooding into their hearts. In this studio full of fashion and art atmosphere, their friendship became deeper and more precious during the warm afternoon tea time and discussions about dresses.

Unconsciously, the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window into the studio, dyeing the entire space a warm orange. Sang Shuwan looked at the time and stood up: "Shu Qi, it's getting late, I should go. Look forward to our masterpiece."

Yi Shuqi also stood up and walked Sang Shuwan to the door: "Don't worry, I won't let you down. I'll send you the design drawings as soon as they come out."

After the two hugged again, Sang Shuwan turned and left, her figure looked particularly beautiful under the setting sun. Yi Shuqi stood at the door, looking at the direction where Sang Shuwan was going, her heart full of anticipation. She couldn't wait to start designing that unique dress, so that Sang Shuwan would shine the most dazzling light on the stage, and at the same time add a touch of brilliant color to their friendship.

In the afternoon of Paris, the sun shines warmly on the street where Yi Shuqi's studio is located. Sang Shuwan and Yi Shuqi are immersed in a heated discussion about dresses and warm reminiscences. Suddenly, the door of the studio is pushed open, and a breeze rushes in with the hustle and bustle of the street.

Sang Jiuyue walked in holding Saixi's hand. Sang Jiuyue was wearing a fitted royal blue dress with irregular hems, which looked like blue flames dancing as she walked. Saixi was wearing a simple white casual outfit, which highlighted her tall figure and unique model temperament. As soon as the two entered the room, their eyes fell on Sang Shuwan, and the originally relaxed atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Hey, isn't this the big star Sang? How come you have time to be here?" Sang Jiuyue was the first to speak, with a hint of mocking smile on her lips. She raised her chin slightly, and her eyes swept over Sang Shuwan, as if she was looking at an unimpressive object.

Sang Shuwan frowned, a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure and responded politely: "Ji Yue, what a coincidence. I came here to ask Shu Qi to customize a dress, but I didn't expect to meet you." Her voice was steady, trying to maintain a friendly appearance.

Yi Shuqi stood aside, watching the tense situation with a hint of embarrassment and helplessness on her face. She was about to speak to ease the atmosphere, but was beaten to the punch by Sang Jiuyue.

Sang Jiuyue gently pulled Saixi forward a few steps, her eyes fell on Sang Shuwan, after looking him up and down, she deliberately raised her voice and said: "Saixi, look, this is the busy man Sang Shuwan I mentioned. However, compared with you who is a professional model, the difference in figure is obvious." Her tone was sarcastic and her words were full of provocation.

Saixi was slightly stunned, and a hint of hesitation flashed across her face. She didn't want to get involved in such a dispute, but under Sang Jiuyue's instigation, it was not easy to refute directly. She pulled the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a slightly awkward smile, and said nothing.

Sang Shuwan's expression changed slightly. She straightened her back and responded without showing any weakness: "Saisi and I are in different fields. We each have our own characteristics. There is no comparison. Jiyue, I am a little surprised that you suddenly did this today." She clasped her hands in front of her chest and looked straight at Sang Jiyue, with determination and stubbornness in her eyes.

"Humph, different fields? Don't forget, we had a lot of competition in the entertainment industry. Now seeing you doing so well in fashion events, I thought you had the capital to be a model." Sang Jiuyue sneered, her eyes full of disdain. She took a step forward and approached Sang Shuwan, as if she wanted to overwhelm him with her momentum.

Yi Shuqi couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so she stepped forward and said, "Everyone stop arguing. We are all friends. Why can't we talk it out calmly?" She stood between the two of them, trying to separate the war that was about to break out.

"Friend? She and I are not friends. How can the grudges of so many years be forgotten just like that?" Sang Jiuyue turned to look at Yi Shuqi, her tone softened a little, but her eyes were still full of hostility.

Sang Shuwan took a deep breath and tried to keep herself calm: "Ji Yue, let the past be the past. We have all made new progress, why keep holding on to it?" There was a hint of fatigue in her eyes, and she was obviously tired of such a fight.

"The past? That's easy for you to say. I can't forget the opportunities you took away and the days you suppressed me." Sang Jiuyue clenched her fists and became a little emotional. She thought of the days when she and Sang Shuwan were fighting overtly and covertly in the entertainment industry. The memories of being robbed of roles and maliciously slandered suddenly flooded her mind.

Saixi looked at the two of them and finally couldn't help but speak: "Everyone stop arguing, there is no point in going on like this. We are all people who work hard in our own fields, and we should respect each other." Her voice was crisp, breaking the tense atmosphere. She knew in her heart that such a quarrel would not benefit anyone, and she didn't want to put herself in such an unpleasant situation because of Sang Jiuyue's emotions.

Yi Shuqi nodded quickly: "Saisi is right, let's all calm down. Sang Shuwan, continue to tell me about your ideas for the dress; Jiyue, Saisi, if you are not busy, you can also give some suggestions. We are all people in the fashion circle, and maybe we can come up with different inspirations." She tried to change the subject to resolve the conflict.

Sang Jiuyue snorted coldly, pulled Saixi to the sofa and sat down, and said: "Okay, I'll let you go today. But Sang Shuwan, our accounts are not settled yet." Her eyes were still staring at Sang Shuwan fiercely, as if announcing that this fight was only temporarily over.

Sang Shuwan ignored Sang Jiuyue and turned to look at Yi Shuqi, trying to adjust his mood and start discussing the design details of the dress again. But the atmosphere in the studio was still depressing, everyone had their own thoughts, and the conflict just now was like a dark cloud, covering everyone's head, making the originally relaxed and happy atmosphere gone forever.

Conflict and reconciliation

Sang Jiuyue, Sang Shuwan and others had a fierce confrontation in Yi Shuqi's studio, and finally parted unhappily. Sang Jiuyue's face was full of anger, and she pushed the door of the studio hard. The door made a loud "bang" sound under her strong movement, as if venting her inner anger. She was still angry, her steps were hurried and heavy, and her heels hit the ground heavily, making a "da da" sound, and every step was full of anger. She didn't notice that at the corner of the studio, a little boy was running hurriedly with a glass of juice.

With a muffled "bang", the little boy hit Sang Jiuyue hard. The sudden collision caused the juice cup in the little boy's hand to shake violently, and then the orange-yellow juice splashed like a fountain, all over Sang Jiuyue's slim-fitting royal blue Dior Haute Couture dress. "Ah!" Sang Jiuyue let out a sharp scream, and the sound broke the original tranquility of the street, attracting the attention of passers-by around. She looked at the large pool of bright juice stains on her skirt in disbelief, and her eyes instantly became fierce. She suddenly stretched out her hand and grabbed the little boy's arm. The strength in her hand was so great that the little boy couldn't help but frown. Sang Jiuyue shouted loudly: "Idiot! How do you walk? You have stained my skirt. Do you know that this is Dior Haute Couture? Can you afford it?" Her face flushed with anger, her eyes seemed to be spewing fire, and the blue veins on her forehead were slightly bulging. The whole person was in an extremely irritable state.

The little boy was frightened by this sudden change, and his body trembled instinctively. The empty cup in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap" and shattered. The crisp sound of breaking added a bit of tension to the atmosphere. The little boy's eyes were filled with tears, and bean-sized tears rolled in his eyes. His lips trembled, but he couldn't say a word. He just stood there helplessly, letting Sang Jiuyue's scolding hit him like a storm. His small body seemed particularly thin under Sang Jiuyue's pulling, like a frightened deer.

At this time, Sang Shuwan happened to come out of the studio. When she saw this scene, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, and she hurried over. Her steps were light and eager, and a few strands of hair fluttered in the wind. Sang Shuwan squatted down and gently pulled the little boy behind her, as if to build a protective barrier for him. She looked up at Sang Jiuyue, her eyes full of dissatisfaction, and a hint of blame in her tone: "Jiyue, don't scare the child. He didn't mean it." Sang Shuwan's voice was gentle but firm, in sharp contrast to Sang Jiuyue's temper.

Sang Jiuyue was not willing to give up. Her emotions were completely out of control. She continued to scold, "You didn't mean to do it? This is Dior Haute Couture, limited edition worldwide, and he ruined it!" As she spoke, she shook her arms vigorously, as if she could get rid of the stain on her skirt. Her eyes were full of reluctance and anger, staring at the little boy, as if she wanted to eat him alive.

Sang Shuwan ignored Sang Jiuyue's shouting. She turned her head and put on a gentle smile again. She comforted the little boy softly: "Little boy, don't be afraid. Your sister is here." She took out a tissue from her bag and gently wiped the tears from the little boy's face. The tissue gently touched the little boy's cheek, as gentle as a mother's hand. Sang Shuwan said gently: "Don't cry, don't cry. This is not your fault." The little boy looked at Sang Shuwan with sobs, his eyes full of trust and dependence. His little heart gradually calmed down under Sang Shuwan's comfort.

Seeing that Sang Shuwan was only concerned with comforting the little boy and ignored her words, Sang Jiyue was furious: "Sang Shuwan, stop pretending to be a good person! This child stained my skirt, you have to give me an explanation!" She stood there with her hands on her hips, leaning forward, looking like she would not give in. Her shoulders rose and fell with her rapid breathing, showing how excited she was.

Sang Shuwan stood up, straightened her back, looked directly into Sang Jiuyue's eyes with a firm and calm look, and said coldly: "Jiyue, it's just a skirt, why make things difficult for a child? If you really care about this skirt, take it to the dry cleaners and I will pay for it. But it's too much for you to speak so harshly to the child." Her voice was firm and powerful, every word seemed to carry power, and her eyes revealed unquestionable majesty.

"You...you are protecting him!" Sang Jiuyue was so angry that she was shaking all over. She clenched her fists tightly, and her nails almost dug into her palms. She pointed at Sang Shuwan, but couldn't speak for a while, as if something was choking her throat. She never thought that Sang Shuwan would confront her for a strange little boy. Her heart was full of resentment and unwillingness, and she felt that she had been greatly wronged.

Some passersby gradually gathered around, attracted by the noise. Someone in the crowd whispered, "How can an adult treat a child like this? It's so rude." "That's right, it's just a skirt, why are you so angry?" These comments pierced Sang Jiuyue's ears like needles. She felt the gazes of the crowd, and her face turned red and white, with a complex expression of anger, shame and embarrassment. There was a trace of panic in her eyes, like a trapped beast.

Sang Jiuyue glared at Sang Shuwan and the little boy fiercely, her eyes seemed to say "I will remember you", and left in a hurry after saying "You are so cruel". Her steps were hurried and hurried, and her skirt swayed violently with her movements, as if telling of her inner unwillingness.

Sang Shuwan looked at Sang Jiuyue's departing figure and sighed softly. She squatted down and comforted the little boy again: "Little boy, she's gone, don't be afraid. Go home soon and be careful when you walk next time." The little boy nodded vigorously, with an innocent smile on his face, and burst into laughter: "Thank you, sister, you are so kind." After that, he jumped and ran away, his laughter echoing in the street, as if dispelling the tense and depressing atmosphere just now.

Sang Shuwan looked at the back of the little boy as he walked away, feeling mixed emotions. The series of events that happened today made her feel exhausted physically and mentally. From the fierce quarrel with Sang Jiuyue in the studio to the conflict with Sang Jiuyue again over the little boy, this day was full of twists and turns. But she knew that life had to go on, and she had to prepare for the upcoming fashion event. She took a deep breath, feeling the warm sunshine on the streets of Paris, and slowly calmed down her mood. She combed her hair, took firm steps, and walked towards her goal, silently hoping that there would be less disputes and more beauty in the future.

Sang Jiuyue returned to the hotel angrily. She pushed the closed door hard, and it hit the wall with a loud bang. Even the air around her seemed to tremble. Her chest rose and fell violently, and every breath was filled with uncontrollable anger. After entering the room, she threw the bag in her hand to the ground without even looking at it. The expensive brand-name bag rolled on the ground for several times and finally stopped in the corner. Then, she stomped her feet hard, and the whole person seemed like a volcano about to erupt.

Saixi followed carefully behind, witnessing Sang Jiuyue's series of out-of-control actions, feeling helpless and embarrassed. She opened her mouth, hesitated for a moment, and finally mustered up the courage to say, "It's just a piece of clothing, you can just take it to the dry cleaners to wash it, why bother getting angry with a child?" Saixi's voice was gentle, trying to calm Sang Jiuyue's emotions, she frowned slightly, and a trace of worry appeared in her eyes.

Sang Jiuyue turned her head suddenly, her eyes wide open, glaring at Saixi, as if blaming her for not standing on her side. "What do you know!" She yelled loudly, her voice sharp and piercing, "That's Dior Haute Couture, limited edition worldwide! It was ruined by that little brat, can a dry cleaner clean it?" Sang Jiuyue's face was full of anger and unwillingness, the veins on her forehead bulged slightly, and she waved her arms excitedly while speaking, as if this could vent her anger.

Saixi was frightened by Sang Jiuyue's attitude. She took a small step back, a trace of grievance flashed across her face, but she still patiently continued to persuade: "I know that skirt is very precious, but the child didn't mean it. You were so fierce at that time that you scared him to tears. And there are so many people around watching, it will not be good for your image if you continue like this." Saixi tried to calm Sang Jiuyue down. Her eyes were sincere and there was a hint of pleading in her tone.

"Image? I don't care about my image now!" Sang Jiuyue interrupted Saixi impatiently. She paced back and forth in the room, her steps were hurried and heavy, and every step she took seemed to vent her dissatisfaction. "That woman Sang Shuwan actually protected that little brat. She was deliberately going against me!" Sang Jiuyue gritted her teeth and said. When she mentioned Sang Shuwan, a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes.

Saixi sighed softly. She knew that Sang Jiuyue was angry and it was hard for her to listen to anything she said. She walked to the wall silently, picked up the bag on the ground, and gently placed it on the sofa. Then she turned around and poured a glass of water and handed it to Sang Jiuyue: "Drink some water first to calm down." Saixi's movements were gentle, and her eyes were full of concern.

Sang Jiuyue took the cup of water but didn't drink it. She just put it heavily on the table, splashing some water. She sat down on the sofa with her hands on her chest, her face still full of anger and displeasure. The room fell into silence, with only Sang Jiuyue's heavy breathing and Saixi's slight sigh.

After a long while, Sang Jiuyue calmed down a little. She raised her head and looked at Saixi, with a trace of guilt in her eyes: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you just now. It's just that what happened today really annoyed me." Sang Jiuyue's voice was low and a little tired.

Saixi forced a smile, sat down next to Sang Jiuyue and patted her shoulder: "It's okay, I know you are unhappy. But it's not worth it to get upset over such a thing." Saixi's smile was warm and tolerant, her hand gently patted Sang Jiuyue's shoulder, trying to comfort her.

Sang Jiuyue nodded, leaned back on the sofa, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. She recalled the things that happened today, and felt annoyed. She knew that her behavior today was a bit inappropriate, but when she thought of Sang Shuwan, she couldn't help but get angry. "Maybe I really should calm down." Sang Jiuyue said softly, with a hint of helplessness in her voice.

Saixi nodded and encouraged, "Yeah, calm down and think about it. It's actually no big deal. Even if the skirt can't be washed clean, just buy another one. There's no need to let such a small thing affect your mood." Saixi's tone was relaxed, trying to let Sang Jiuyue let go of the burden in her heart.

Sang Jiuyue opened her eyes and looked at Saixi with a hint of gratitude in her eyes: "Thank you, Saixi. I'm glad you're here." Sang Jiuyue's eyes were full of sincerity. She held Saixi's hand, as if drawing strength from it.

Saixi smiled and held Sang Jiuyue's hand in return: "We are friends, don't be so formal." The two smiled at each other, and the atmosphere in the room finally eased a lot, and the tension and anger just now gradually dissipated.

Sang Jiuyue took a deep breath, trying to calm her inner turmoil, and walked into the bedroom. After a while, she changed into a loose and comfortable home clothes and walked out. Her originally tense face also relaxed a little. She walked to the sofa, sat down again, looked at Saixi who had been accompanying her, and smiled a little apologetically: "I really lost my composure today. Thanks to you, let's talk about something happy."

Ceci waved her hand gently, with a gentle smile on her face, and said in a brisk tone: "Stop talking like that, it's all in the past. This Paris fashion show was really impressive. Those designs and catwalks are still replaying in my mind."

Sang Jiuyue's eyes flashed with interest. She sat up straight and took over the conversation: "Yes, the opening show which was inspired by the starry sky. The whole audience fell silent as the model appeared. The crystals inlaid on the hem of the skirt flickered with the model's steps, as if the entire galaxy was worn on the body. It was so magnificent." As she spoke, she gestured the shape of the skirt in the air with her hands, her eyes full of aftertaste.

Sisi kept nodding, her eyes sparkling, and added excitedly: "There was also the show that perfectly integrated oriental elements with modern fashion, combining traditional Chinese cheongsam elements with Western three-dimensional tailoring. It was really bold and stunning. The models walked on the catwalk wearing those clothes, and every step they took had a different charm." Sisi's face was filled with excitement as she recalled the scene at that time.

Sang Jiuyue narrowed her eyes slightly and lost herself in reminiscence: "Yes, and the details are also handled quite exquisitely, like the button design on the neckline and the faintly visible embroidery on the cuffs, so exquisite that people can't help but savor them again and again. I never thought that Parisian designers have such a thorough understanding of Eastern culture." She shook her head slightly, her face full of admiration.

With her hands folded on her legs, Ceci said with emotion: "This show also allowed me to see many new design concepts, such as the use of environmentally friendly fabrics, which is not only fashionable but also socially responsible. And those unique color combinations, the collision of light and dark colors, are full of visual impact." As she spoke, she pointed with her fingers, as if sorting out those wonderful moments.

Sang Jiuyue agreed, "That's right, especially the all-white series, which is simple yet elegant. The combination of different materials shows a rich sense of layering. From light chiffon to heavy leather, the combination is just right." Her eyes revealed professional appreciation.

The two of them chatted enthusiastically about every wonderful moment of the fashion show, and the unpleasantness just now was thrown out of their minds. In a warm atmosphere, they shared their love and insights on fashion, and laughter echoed in the room from time to time.

In the heart of a busy city, a building rises from the ground, as if it has traveled from the future, or was born from the fantasy world of art. The smooth lines outline a smart outline, like a flowing liquid, or a burning flame that is frozen in an instant, with a dynamic beauty. The huge glass curtain wall shines in the sunlight, and here is where a unique exhibition will be held. This groundbreaking event that integrates art exhibitions with cutting-edge technology exhibitions is like a powerful magnet, attracting countless people full of longing, and Sang Jiuyue and Saixi are two of them.

Sang Jiuyue is a young and energetic illustrator. She has neat short hair. Whenever a new idea flashes through her mind, her bright eyes will sparkle with a smart light. She has a strong curiosity about everything in the world. This curiosity is integrated into her illustration creation without reservation. In her works, reality and fantasy elements are intertwined to construct amazing and unique worlds. This has also made her stand out in the niche art circle and gained a group of loyal fans.

Saixi, Sang Jiuyue's college classmate and close friend, is engaged in the Internet industry. He always wears a pair of black-framed glasses, a T-shirt with a technology company logo and simple jeans, exuding a capable aura. Due to his work, he has an extraordinary keen perception and strong interest in technology, and always pays attention to the latest global technological developments. For him, those cutting-edge scientific and technological achievements and innovative ideas have a strong attraction like a magnet attracting iron filings.

On the morning of the second day after the opening of the exhibition, the sun shone through the gaps between the city's high-rise buildings and gently sprinkled on the streets. Sang Jiuyue got up early and stood in front of the wardrobe, carefully choosing clothes to wear today. After thinking for a moment, she chose a simple yet fashionable dress and matched it with her favorite white shoes. After getting dressed, she stood in front of the mirror, carefully arranging her hair, looking at herself in the mirror full of expectation, the corners of her mouth unconsciously raised, and she whispered to herself: "I will definitely see many new and interesting things today, and maybe I can find new creative inspiration."

At the same time, Saixi was busy in his apartment on the other side of the city. He quickly washed up, put on his usual tech company T-shirt and jeans, put on his signature black-framed glasses, packed up briefly, checked the time, and sent a message to Sang Jiuyue: "I'm ready here, see you at the usual place."

The two met at the subway station exit as agreed. As soon as they saw each other, they couldn't suppress their excitement and immediately started a heated conversation. "Sang Jiuyue, what do you think this exhibition will be like? The combination of an art exhibition and a technology exhibition, I really can't imagine what kind of sparks will collide." Saixi's face was full of curiosity, with a gleam of anticipation in her eyes. Sang Jiuyue smiled and responded: "No matter what it is, it must be very interesting. Maybe it can bring new inspiration to my illustration creation and help me break through the current creative bottleneck."

They walked towards the exhibition site while talking excitedly. Along the way, the hustle and bustle of the city rose and fell, vehicles flowed like a tide, pedestrians hurried with different looks. But the two of them seemed to be in a small world isolated from the outside world, completely immersed in all kinds of speculations and expectations about the exhibition, and the surrounding noise seemed to have nothing to do with them.

When they finally arrived in front of the unique building, the scene in front of them left them speechless. The exterior design of the building was very imaginative, full of futuristic and artistic sense, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding traditional buildings. There was a long queue at the entrance. People were curious and expectant about the unknown, waiting in an orderly manner to enter this world of art and technology that was about to start a wonderful journey.

Sang Jiuyue and Saixi followed the team and walked slowly forward. After a while of waiting, they finally stepped into the exhibition hall. The light in the hall was soft and layered, and the warm yellow light was evenly sprinkled on each exhibit, creating a warm and mysterious atmosphere. Various works of art and technological exhibits were placed in an orderly manner, as if telling a dialogue between art and technology.

The first thing that caught their eyes was a huge oil painting, which was more than two people tall and occupied an entire wall. The painting depicted a mysterious forest, with twisted and tense lines of trees, as if they were given life and dancing in the wind. The thick trunks twisted upwards, and the branches intertwined with each other, forming an intricate network. The colors of the leaves were rich and bright, with dark green, light green, golden yellow and fiery red, like an autumn palette overturned on the canvas. In the depths of the forest, an ancient castle could be vaguely seen, and the outline of the castle was looming, adding a touch of mystery to the whole picture.