Chapter 94 Part 2
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Chapter 94 Part 2: You Are My Moon, Take a Photo (2)
Chu Wang Shu didn’t immediately connect this to her childhood idol, but instead answered earnestly:
“I heard the teacher mention that the emotions in this painting are particularly intense, just like the poppies themselves—they are deadly.”
Chu Yuanying continued, his voice gentle but filled with wisdom:
“Before ending his life, Van Gogh burned through his soul, creating over 300 oil paintings in a frenzy—almost one each day. The exhibition reflects this, with a denser arrangement as it nears its end.”
“He painted because he had to. It was the only way to escape his mental torment and find brief moments of relief.”
Looking at his daughter, Chu Yuanying softened his expression, reaching out to pat her head as he spoke with a smile:
“Little Shu, I support your dreams. I believe in your ability to sift through public opinion. But remember, delving too deeply into any field can become like a vortex—it can consume your very essence.”
He paused for a moment, his expression full of love, before adding:
“So, don’t push yourself too hard. Take occasional breaks. As you’ve said before, life isn’t just about one singular purpose. Friends, health, beautiful scenery, music, films… all of these can bring happiness too.”
The father’s voice turned contemplative, his words sincere:
“Whether you get eliminated or not, whether you are on stage or not, you will always be the moon in my heart.”
As he finished, there was an echo to his words that seemed to linger in the air.
For a moment, Chu Wang Shu felt a wave of dizziness, her mind swirling as if her blood had turned into fizzy soda. But once she fully grasped his meaning, an explosion of dreamy excitement lit up her heart.
A smile curved on the girl’s lips, and without thinking of propriety, she threw herself into her dad’s arms.
“Chu Wang Shu, maybe you could become the moon too.”
“After all, it seems like the person who named you thought so too.”
It dawned on her that her father truly shared the same thought as Little Qing had suggested. Today, Chu Wang Shu felt genuinely happy, her sense of filial piety strongly awakened. She earnestly vowed:
“Dad, don’t worry. I will work hard to debut, so you won’t have to work so hard anymore!”
Chu Yuanqing, though touched, couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed.
Odd… how can this lovely daughter be so stubborn? I told you not to overwork, and now you’re telling me you’ll definitely work hard to debut? A little rebellious, huh?
Frustrated, Chu Yuanqing lightly tapped the Magic Clone on the head of the mischievous little cotton, causing the girl to wince in pain. She blinked confusedly, then looked at her dad and sheepishly realized the reason.
“It’s okay. My friends are all optimistic and positive. They’re full of sunshine, and they train moderately, so it won’t hurt the body.”
Optimistic? Positive? Full of sunshine? Moderate training?
Chu Yuanqing fell silent.
The green-eyed cat, which had recently become more amicable with his daughter, was an entirely different example—more of a negative one that his daughter should definitely avoid.
After some thought, he simply said, “Dad, you don’t need to worry about it. Just keep it in mind yourself,” and dropped the topic.
Sometimes, less is more. Saying too much could have the opposite effect, giving his lovely daughter more motivation.
With that, the two continued wandering through the art exhibition, and half an hour quickly flew by.
In the live stream, many viewers accompanied this father and daughter as they explored the exhibition, feeling deeply moved by their experience and artistic influence.
“Aww, Uncle Chu is so gentle. He deliberately brought Honey Moon to the Van Gogh exhibition to reduce her psychological pressure, and told her a little story to let her know she doesn’t have to work so hard. It’s so touching.”
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On the other side, inside the art exhibition’s restroom, Chu Yuanqing coughed a few times, her eyebrows knitting slightly as she looked at the pale, sickly reflection in the mirror. She delicately held the pendant around her neck and whispered softly:
“There’s not much time left.”
Though Little Liuli’s assistance had allowed her to spend four times more time with her daughter, the boost had felt more like a brief energy refill rather than a lasting increase in magical power.
The effects were wearing off, and unless she hurried back to the coffee shop to hug the green-eyed cat tightly, the meeting would soon be over.
To avoid looking visibly exhausted and ensure the magical energy inside the lantern didn’t deplete too quickly, she needed to conserve enough power to sustain herself for at least ten more minutes while figuring out how to retreat the Magic Clone safely.
So, she needed to get closer…
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The father and daughter wandered back to the center of the exhibition, where sunflowers surrounded them.
Chu Yuanying glanced at his watch, his tone regretful:
“Little Shu, I should be heading back soon.”
Chu Wang Shu felt a slight heaviness in her heart, but compared to earlier, her emotions were more positive. There was an anticipation for the next meeting, a longing and excitement for the future.
This was just a temporary farewell. She was certain there would be many more opportunities to travel to new places with her dad. With enough money, they might even be able to see the world together.
Chu Wang Shu smiled and said, “Okay.”
“Okay, Dad. You can go back. I need to go practice my dancing.”
Chu Yuanying nodded but didn’t leave right away. He looked around at the scenery, his voice soft:
“Little Shu, do you remember when you were little, the sunflower field I took you to?”
Chu Wang Shu nodded. Of course, she remembered. That was where they took a rare photo together, which still sat framed on the table in their living room, polished regularly to keep it fresh.
Chu Yuanying smiled:
“Before we leave, let’s take another photo together.”
Chu Wang Shu’s eyes sparkled at his words, her joy evident as she eagerly replied:
“Sure, Dad! You wait here, I’ll go ask someone for a phone holder or help with the photo.”
She couldn’t wait to act.
Just as she was about to take a breath, a familiar, gentle voice interrupted her actions, as clear and refreshing as snow.
“Little Shu, if you don’t mind, let me help you take the photos?”
At that moment, Chu Wang Shu saw the ultimate prototype of the stepmother model in her mind—the popular trainee that countless online users had been searching for. She stood nearby, smiling at her, a coincidence that caught her off guard.
It was Chu Yuanqing.
