Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 1063: Face

Sunlight filtered through the mist onto the city's skyscrapers, gilding the cold steel and concrete with a warm, golden edge. Lin Shen's company relocated to the China World Trade Center, a landmark building in the city. Its towering structure pierced the gray sky like a sharp sword. That same day, filming officially began on Su Wan's script. Two seemingly parallel paths quietly unfolded across the city. Su Wan arrived early, excited yet apprehensive. The set was located in an old industrial area, an abandoned factory converted into a filming location. Props and equipment were piled high around the area, and the crew bustled about like a swarm of worker ants. The air was filled with the pungent smell of paint and dust, mingling with the aroma of fried dough sticks wafting from breakfast stalls, creating a strange, bustling atmosphere. As she reached the edge of the filming area, she was drawn to the sound of a heated argument. The director, a hot-tempered middle-aged man in a baseball cap, was slamming a thick stack of scripts to the ground. The script fell apart, the pages scattered across the floor like a flock of frightened white birds. "Who understands this crap?" the director's voice boomed with anger. He pointed at a scattered sheet of script and shouted to the assistant screenwriter nearby, "Hurry, get Su Wan over here and revise it! If it's not done by today, we can't shoot this scene!" Su Wan's heart leaped into her throat. She hurried over, squatting on the ground, picking up the scattered pages one by one. Her fingertips touched the cold ground and the crumpled pages, and her heart felt like something was tugging at her, a bitter and bitter feeling. "Director, I'm sorry, I'll revise it right away." Su Wan cradled the collected script in her arms, her head lowered, her voice trembling slightly. The director glanced at her, his eyes filled with impatience. "Don't apologize to me. Show some real talent! The audience wants a story that moves them, not this incomprehensible garbage!" With that, he turned and left, leaving Su Wan standing alone, clutching the heavy script. The surrounding staff cast a variety of glances at her, ranging from sympathy to curiosity and a touch of schadenfreude. Su Wan felt her face burning, as if she'd been slapped hard. She took a deep breath, suppressing her grievance and embarrassment. She found a small stool in the corner, sat down, and, with a pen and notebook, began to diligently revise the script. The corner was quiet, a world away from the clamor outside. Sunlight slanted in through the dilapidated factory windows, casting long shafts of light across the floor, shrouded in countless tiny specks of dust. Su Wan lowered her head, her pen gliding across the paper, her mind racing. She read over and over the scene the director had been dissatisfied with, trying to pinpoint the root of the problem and find a more subtle way to express it. As time passed, the clamor on the set gradually died down, only to be heard occasionally as actors recited their lines and the director called out "start" and "stop." Su Wan, lost in her own world, completely oblivious to the passage of time. It wasn't until her phone dinged that she finally looked up, rubbing her sore eyes. It was a message from Lin Shen: "Department dinner tonight, won't be back." Attached to it was a photo. In it, Lin Shen stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of the China World Trade Center, dressed in a sharp suit, his hair neatly combed, a confident smile on his face. Behind him lay the dazzling nightscape, neon lights flashing like a brilliant galaxy, making him stand out even more. Su Wan stared at Lin Shen in the photo, feeling an indescribable emotion. He was edging closer to the life they had once dreamed of, living in a high-end office building and wearing a sophisticated suit, yet she felt as if he were drifting further and further away. It was as if they were on two different tracks, running in their own directions, never to cross paths again. She didn't reply to Lin Shen's message, but silently slipped her phone back into her pocket and continued working on her script. The resentment and exhaustion within her felt as if something had magnified her, leaving her feeling a bit breathless. It wasn't until midnight that Su Wan finally finished revising the script. She stood up and stretched, her bones creaking. When she walked outside the studio, the night was already thick and dark, with only a few street lamps standing alone on the roadside, emitting a dim light. The screen of her phone lit up, and she thought it was a message from Lin Shen. She quickly took it out to check, but found it was just a spam message. A sense of loss passed through her heart, and she put her phone back in her pocket and walked slowly on the deserted street. The autumn wind swirled the fallen leaves, swirling them on the ground. From time to time, a few leaves were blown up by the wind and brushed against her ankles, bringing a cool touch. She subconsciously wrapped her coat tightly around her. It was an old coat she bought last year, and the cuffs were a little worn. Passing a convenience store, Su Wan stopped. The glass door of the convenience store was wiped clean, and warm lights were on inside. She looked at her own reflection in the glass door. Her hair was messy, like a mess of a chicken coop. She had thick dark circles under her eyes and a pale face. It was in stark contrast to the radiant Lin Shen in the photo. She suddenly found it funny. She had become like this without realizing it. Pushing open the door of the convenience store, a gust of warm air hit her face. She walked to the freezer, took out a bottle of mineral water, paid for it, and walked out slowly. The night deepened. The street was so quiet that she could hear her own footsteps and the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves. When she got home, it was almost one in the morning. The house was pitch black, with only a faint light coming from the bedroom. Su Wan gently pushed open the door and saw that Lin Shen had fallen asleep. He was lying on the bed, breathing evenly, with a hint of fatigue on his face. She walked lightly to the living room, took off her coat and hung it on the hanger. Her eyes accidentally swept over Lin Shen's suit hanging next to her, and her heart moved. She remembered that Lin Shen was wearing this suit when he went out in the morning, but now, something seemed to be sticking out of the pocket of the suit. Su Wan hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and pulled the thing out of the pocket. It was a women's silk scarf, off-white, soft in texture, with an exquisite "L" embroidered on it, with fine stitching, and it was obvious that it was worth a lot of money. Her heart sank suddenly, as if it was pressed down by a huge rock. She remembered that when she was taking a break on the set today, she heard the staff next to her chatting, saying that there was a new intern named Li Ran in Lin Shen's department, who was a top student who graduated from a prestigious university, was beautiful and capable, and was highly regarded by the leaders.