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Special Exhibition Guide | L. O. V. E. Coranso Special Exhibition

Welcome to the “City of Heaven” and step into a thought-provoking exhibition: wrath, gluttony, pride, greed, envy… The concealed “original sins” are made public here, and the deeply hidden love of life can also be seen at a glance.

Now, let us follow the introductions of the specially invited tour guide—Professor Wang Jiehong of the School of Arts at Wuhan University, and step into these intriguing original realms and begin a unique visual feast.

WRATH

Wrath, an intense and almost uncontrollable emotional state.

Blood splatter turns into streamers and out-of-control bullets are suspended in the air. A bloody, cruel, and violent scene created by wrath, through artistic processing, has been transformed into a beautiful and impactful visual presentation, providing the audience with a unique aesthetic experience and room for thought about the “aesthetics of violence”. Guns and bullets, elements that carry violence, blend with formal attire and streamers, elements that carry decorative meanings.

“Wrath” is often seen as a negative emotion, generally accompanied by extreme conflicts and destruction. When we try to go beyond this intuitive understanding, we abstractify “wrath” and transform it into a visual and emotional resonance. This is not a romanticization of “wrath” but rather a reinterpretation of this complicated emotion. Just like how Osborn’s love and commitment to you is engraved in the depths of his wrathful and burning soul.

Thank you for your visit, and we hope you can enjoy a fiery and complex sensory feast that transcends life and death in “Scorching Fantasies”.

AESTHETICS OF VIOLENCE

“Violence” is rooted in human nature, especially the natural state that is opposite to human sociality. Under the discipline of civilized society, violence is often stigmatized as “barbarism” or “demonism”, but in art it may be presented as a kind of affectation, exaggeration, or visual form and aesthetic style of “turning ugliness into beauty”. The term “aesthetics of violence” mainly refers to the formalized artistic treatment of violent scenes, aiming to pursue a unique visual charm and aesthetic pleasure. Its core lies in transforming elements such as violence and blood into a pure visual experience and to highlight formal beauty through carefully designed scenes of gunfights, fighting, killing, etc., so as to achieve a dazzling and extreme visual effect.

GLUTTONY

Gluttony, a deviation from reason and piety and a short-term indulgence under the domination of desire.

A grotesque and variegated indulgence arouses a deeper and insatiable hunger—for food, and for a deeper desire. The “human body” crystals made of flesh and blood gleam with temptation in the dark and the plates are no longer filled with food. The limitations of traditional narrative and expression techniques are broken, creating a unique visual experience with postmodern aesthetic characteristics for the audience.

“Gluttony” is often understood as an excessive desire for food but, in essence, it’s an unrestrained indulgence of desire. Food is to the hungry as blood is to the Blood Clan and as your love is to Evan. Try to extend the literal meaning of “gluttony” to the realest and most basic desire. His craving for your love will never tire.

Thank you for your visit, and we hope you can enjoy a gluttonous banquet in “The Rules of Yesterday” where reason is banished and desire is served as food on a plate.

POSTMODERNISM

“Postmodernism” is a mainstream thought and culture that emerged in the United States after World War II and then spread to the world, and which is still popular today. Postmodernism originates from post-modernism and anti-modernism, with its prominent feature being “anti-traditionalism”. It emphasizes the deconstruction of traditional aesthetic concepts (such as unity, depth, and grand narrative) and focuses on pluralism, fragmentation, and superficiality. Postmodernism rejects absolute truth and grand narratives and advocates the use of collages, parody, and hybrid forms to display multiple aspects of culture, society, and personal experience. Combining the elites with the masses, high art with popular culture, and history with contemporary elements, postmodernism attempts to break the boundary between art and everyday life.

PRIDE

Pride, an arrogant sight like a sharp blade slices open the curtain of ordinary daily life.

Unconventional “intruders” swagger into this originally peaceful life, like the opening of an absurd farce. Furry monsters that would never appear in reality have broken into the most ordinary fashion office. Through the use of surrealist elements, the boundary between reality and fantasy is broken at this moment and the transformation of space is now complete.

This depiction of “pride” is not straightforward. The protagonist of the scene takes the center in an unquestionable manner, displaying “pride” with his posture, eyes, and presence itself. “Pride” is often interpreted as “arrogance and contempt for others” but it can also be self-affirmation and self-confidence. It is not a derogatory term, but rather a manifestation of inner strength. Don’t run away. Run towards him warmly, furrily, and with unbelievable yet incredible power. Just like the little monsters invading the office.

Thank you for your visit, and we hope you can appreciate an extraordinary feast dominated by pride and full of impact and shock in “Overturning the Noise”.

SURREALISM

“Surrealism” originated in France in the early 20th century and gradually spread to the world, affecting literature, painting, drama, movies, and other fields. Surrealism is guided by Freud’s psychoanalytic theory, and its creations have classic characteristics such as “exceeding reality”, “dreamlike narratives”, and “stream of consciousness”. These works often feature illogical combinations of objects and unreal effects that are beyond reality. Not only do they break the logic and conventions of reality, but they also create a dreamlike and unreasonable visual effect, triggering imagination and thought.

GREED

Greed, gather the longing gazes and project it into a vortex of desire.

A “good show” performed by the planner himself raises its curtains here. The pomegranate heart, which has been pecked to the point of dripping with blood, and the eagle statue, gilded like bloodstains, together form the footnote of the myth in the form of a symbolic metaphor. The bound “Prometheus” returns to the mortal world in flesh and blood and interprets a new story about “greed”.

The protagonist of the story not only expresses greed, but he also carries your greed. It even becomes the concrete manifestation of a pure and primitive desire—namely the essence of greed. Look at Charlie, face him, and face your “greed” caused by him. No need to criticize, let us face it, and face this part of human nature.

Thank you for the visit, and we hope you can enjoy a tireless and endless feast created by greed in “Insatiable Tide”.

SYMBOLS AND METAPHORS

Symbols and metaphors are important methods and means of artistic creation. They express abstract concepts through concrete images, which not only deepen themes but also enhance emotional resonances, and they also enrich the interpretation space of a work through ambiguity and openness. They give an artwork greater cultural influence and universality, while also transcending the limitations of language and regions in cultural exchange, and allow a work to present deeper ideological connotations and emotional appeal.

ENVY

Envy, a hidden and corrosive undercurrent of emotion, quietly surging in the depths of the soul.

Resplendent lights, a magnificent stage set, and gorgeous curtains, a grand play is about to begin. The reference and tribute to the classic Broadway stage design has set the dramatic tone for this “performance”. Illusory reflections sway in front of the eyes and puppets stretch out their hands to the stage, like a bizarre dream full of absurdity.

Thousands of incarnations of his inner “him” are envious of “him” only because “you” choose to stand beside “him”. The interpretation of “envy” in this scene, turning it into a resonance of visual and emotional intertwinement, is a deep analysis of this complex emotion. Is it a weakness of human nature, a “sin” committed, or another expression of love?

Thank you for your visit, we hope you enjoy this confusing and profound drama feast ignited by envy in “Echo of Souls’ Desires”.

VISUAL INTERTEXTUALITY

“Intertextuality”, also known as “relationship between texts”, means that a text is not self-sufficient and must have other texts existing in various recognizable forms at different degrees. Its meaning can only be generated through mutual reference or cross-referencing other texts. The “reference” and “tribute” of a visual text are all manifestations of intertextuality. It enriches its own connotation and meaning by drawing upon and referencing other visual forms (such as the classic Broadway stage). This practice not only refers to drawing upon and imitating elements, composition, or overall styles of classic works, but also reinterpreting and innovatively using classic elements in creation to pay tribute to the original work or creator, including ridicule or even criticism.

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perfectclematis · 27 days ago

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Line Puppy Series • Sunshine Commendation (Heartfelt - Line Puppy Sticker Phone) Part 1

Prologue

I had just reached out to pick up the phone with the Line Puppy sticker on it when I heard a rhythmic knocking coming from the balcony’s glass door.

When I opened the door, I saw the striped puppy and its good friend, the golden retriever, waving at me. The two cute puppies huddled together like two soft marshmallows.

Me: Hello, what brings you here?

The furry little dog pointed at the phone in my hand, and then performed a “pantomime” in front of me with the little golden retriever next to it. One pretended to hold the phone while the other changed his movements to be filmed.

Finally, they packed up the “air phone,” tied a bow around it, and handed it to me.

Me: So this is a gift from you. Thank you.

The puppies continued to gesture, and I somehow matched their wavelength.

Me: So you mean this is a phone with unlimited battery? Or unlimited memory?

They showed happy expressions and nodded at the same frequency. I didn’t expect this phone to have such a function, and I looked down in surprise.

When I looked up again, the two marshmallows had disappeared without a trace, leaving only two lines of small footprints on the fine white sand.

The light and shadow that fell on my hand began to sway with the breeze blowing on the coconut leaves. The golden light shone under the refraction of the rippled glass.

I picked up the phone, adjusted the settings, and recorded the light and shadow in front of me.

At this time, I heard a snap of fingers behind me, and I turned around. I found Charlie casually using water to give himself a slicked-back hairstyle, leaning against the black and gold wooden cabinet, looking at me, with his arms folded.

Charlie: Fiancée, I heard your wish. Me: Ah? Charlie: You now need a handsome man to be the protagonist of your shot. Charlie: So, here I am.

He hooked his finger at me, indicating that I should point the camera at him. Then, he pointed at the male model in the fashion magazine next to him and shook his finger.

Me: Please start your performance.

I held back my laughter, followed his instructions, and recorded his various exaggerated modeling movements.

He would stop from time to time, as if thinking whether his expression and movements were perfect so that he could adjust them at any time.

Even until he had posed enough and walked towards me, I didn;t put down my phone and continued pointing the camera at him.

Charlie: Still haven’t finished taking pictures yet? Me: Pff…

He came closer and finally realized that I was not taking pictures but recording a video, which recorded his entire actions from crossing his arms trying to look cool at the beginning to his exaggerated poses later on.

I watched the video I had just recorded over and over again, laughing as I watched.

Charlie put his arm around my shoulder and looked at me tenderly. After a while, I finally had enough and rested in his arms.

Charlie: Have you laughed enough? Me: I have, I have.

While I was talking to Charlie about the origin and magic of this phone, I was about to delete the video, but he reached out to stop me.

Charlie: Why would you delete it? Of course you should keep a video that makes you so happy. Me: Really? Charlie: Mh-hm. If you like it, we can make it into a looping video and play it at home any time.

I imagined it. Although Charlie is very pleasing to the eye, but…

Me: It feels a bit strange to loop this video. Charlie: Then just take a few more shots. Charlie: Didn’t my fiancée say that she wanted to be a couples blogger with me? Should you take this opportunity and give it a try?

I remembered that Charlie and I often joked about becoming a couples blogger and shooting vlogs to record our lives, but we were always unable to implement it due to various problems.

I looked at the magical phone in my hand and couldn’t help but feel excited.

But this excitement is not just due to shooting vlogs, but because of another more important thing–

Charlie is undoubtedly a person who will engrave a sense of ritual in life. Every day I am with him, I can get at least one small surprise.

Charlie has carefully kept those objects that witnessed our happiness as souvenirs for future reference.

For example, the bouquet of flowers given to me on a date was placed in a huge glass cover by Charlie using a vacuum.

Or when we went to a certain place, he put the souvenirs we bought together with the photos we took that time.

Sometimes I would drag Charlie to browse through the amazing collection room, and go on a treasure hunt of sweet memories that belonged to only us.

But since Charlie gave me so many surprises, it was not easy to remember them all, so it was inevitable that my memory would wander.

One time, Charlie and I passed by a street garden. He took me to a garden and I found that my name and his name were engraved under the garden.

Later, I remembered that he and I had once planted seeds we carefully selected here, and agreed to come back to admire the saplings after they grew up.

However, because the time gap was indeed quite long, this incident was gradually forgotten in my mind.

I glanced at Charlie besides me with a guilty conscience.

Me: Charlie… Actually, I didn’t remember the garden at first. Charlie: I can tell from your expression. Charlie: It doesn’t matter if you can’t remember. Look, isn’t this a second surprise? Me: It was a surprise, but this is something you and I experienced together. Me: You remembered it so clearly, but I forgot… Charlie: So what? Charlie: Fiancée, if someone wrote down our story, itt would probably be ten times longer than the longest novel in the world. Charlie: We have been together for such a long time and have naturally experienced a lot. It is normal to accidentally forget some things once or twice.

Although Charlie didn’t seem to care and even comforted me, I still felt a little guilty.

I took Charlie’s hand and he squeezed my palm soothingly..

Me: It won’t do if I forget even once or twice. Don’t worry, I have a way to solve it.

Seeing my serious expression, Charlie laughed, his eyes full of anticipation.

Charlie: Oh? what did you think of? Me: …I don’t know yet. Nevertheless, I’ll try my best to think of something!

So when he suggested recording our lives just now, I thought that if I could use the camera to record every moment between him and me, I wouldn’t have to worry about forgetting it again.

Thinking of this, I pulled Charlie’s sleeves and then hugged him.

Me: Charlie, I figured it out! Charlie: What is it? Me: Back then, I mentioned that we needed to find a way to record what we were doing.

I picked up the phone and waved it in front of his eyes.

Me: Now that we’ve found it, let’s give it a try today! Me: Don’t worry, young master Zha. I promise to make you look very handsome. Charlie: No no no, rather than my handsomeness, I want you to record our displays of affection more.

He laughed. His purple eyes are as bright as the Milky Way in the silent night.

Charlie: Fiancée, even though we haven’t started yet, I’ve already thought of a title for today’s video. Me: What’s it called? Charlie: My Honeymoon With My Runaway Bride. Charlie uttered these words so proudly, I was stunned for a moment and couldn’t stop laughing. Charlie: What? Not satisfied. Me: I have a better one. Would you like to hear it?

He pretended to be listening attentively.

Me: The Secret Recipe for Love: A Few Things About Me and a Rich Bachelor.

This time it was his turn to be stunned, and he burst into laughter.

After playing for a while, we changed our clothes and prepared to go out.

The sea breeze, carrying a hint of humid saltiness, blows gently through the narrow alleys.

The mottled walls were covered with ivy, and sunlight shone through the narrow gaps onto the cobblestone ground.

Charlie quickly immersed himself in his role as the protagonist of his vlog and began to show off his OOTD.

Charlie: …Today’s main focus is on leisure, so don’t wear too many accessories.

Looking at Charlie’s serious introduction, I tried hard to hold back the smile on my face, but he still caught it.

Does the Great Designer have any critiques on my outfit?

Me: Not much, it is very well coordinated, tasteful and stylish.

Amused by my three wildly exaggerated figure of speech in a row, Charlie lowered his sunglasses and fixed his gaze on me.

Charlie: But my fiancée’s outfit today…is missing something. Me: Uh?

He hugged me in his arms, then turned the back camera around so that I was in the frame.

I saw Charlie holding a shiny object and gesturing at my neck.

Charlie: You’re missing a necklace that matches mine.

I looked down in surprise and saw an exquisite puppy pendant hanging onto the ingeniously-designed silver chain. It was obviously a couple’s necklace with the same design as the one he was wearing.

Charlie: Do you want me to put it on for you now? Me: Of course!

In the camera, Charlie lowered his head and carefully put the necklace on behind me.

It seemed that even the wind favored him, blowing the hair on his forehead to the perfect angle, making him look particularly handsome.

I quietly moved the camera so that Charlie occupied the center of the frame. I don’t want to miss even a single bit of his expression or posture.

Charlie looked different from his usual angles and I had never seen him like this before. I was fascinated by him and thought to myself that my decision to shoot a vlog was genius.

When I came to my senses, I found that Charlie on the screen was looking at me with a smug smile on his face.

Charlie: Miss Photographer, if you want to look at me, then you can do so openly. No need to hide. Me: I do this so that my male lead is always in the center of the screen.

He readjusted the camera so that both of us were in the frame, then he fixed his hair.

Charlie: Then he can’t be without you, the heroine, by his side.

Following his footsteps, I quickly got into the mood and walked around every corner of Doggo Island with him holding my phone.

We passed by an ice cream shop that was decorated like a fairy tale house. A variety of ice cream flavors were neatly arranged on the counter, successfully attracting our attention.

Because he couldn’t decide which one to eat, Charlie bought all the flavors.

In the camera, he holds a colorful scoop of ice cream, each of which looked very appetizing. But no matter which one it is, he always feeds the first bite into my mouth.

Charlie: Is it delicious?

The avocado-flavored ice cream melts easily on the tip of my tongue with a light touch, bringing with it a rich milky aroma and a slight fruity sweetness.

Me: Very delicious! You should also have some!

He didn’t say anything, smiling as he took my phone. He gently placed the ice cream scoop in my hand, leaned forward and opened his mouth, gesturing for my next move.

Of course I understood what he meant, so I scooped a spoonful of avocado ice cream with a wooden stick. Then, under his expectant gaze–

Quickly put that scoop of ice cream into my own mouth!

He laughed, reaching out and grabbing me when I was about to run away, and looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

Me: I’m just kidding! Charlie: How is my fiancée going to compensate me?

I glanced at the device that was still recording, and he was pulling my hand closer and closer on the screen.

I looked away and found that his violet pupils were already in front of me, and my heartbeat gradually quickened.

The anticipation, nervousness, and a hint of sweetness gradually spread in my heart. My other hem tightly grasped the hem of my clothes, waiting to welcome the expected warmth–

The next second, he leaned over and took a bite of the ice cream in my hand, then looked up at me with a smile.

Charlie: Why do you look so disappointed? Me: …I don’t!

I shoved the ice cream back into his hand, grabbed my phone and walked forward. With just a few effortless strides of his long legs, he caught up to me and naturally took my hand.

Walking along the winding alleys, we stopped in front of an empty stall. On the stall were several rows of small upside-down cards, and on the back of each card were some mysterious patterns.

There was a simple sign next to it that said “self-service.”

Charlie looked at the styles of those small cards, thought to himself for a moment, and then said to me decidedly.

Charlie: Fiancée, I see now, these must be fortune-telling cards. Charlie: I know that there are some very effective fortune-telling stores on Doggo Island, so let’s try that.

He waved his hand, signaling my camera to follow his lead as he selected a card.

Charlie: This one… or this one?

In the end, his hand stopped on a card. As if he had a flash of inspiration, he picked up the card and pointed the face towards the camera.

What came into view were two swans, one black and one white, their necks gracefully intertwined.

Charlie came over and laughed after seeing the card.

Charlie: The swans are embracing each other. Charlie: When I was picking one just now, I kept thinking in my mind that I must choose a card that matches us. Charlie: Oh, one black and one white. It is indeed us. Charlie: The sweet swans embracing each other represents that your life and mine will be like theirs, forever entwined and inseparable…

Charlie was still facing the camera, holding a card, and talking about his conclusion. At this time, a slight sound of footsteps came from the stone wall behind the stall.

Looking sideways, I saw a man wearing a straw hat. He walked straight into the stall. He must be the owner,

Boss: Welcome to our store, both of you.

Charlie slowly placed the card in front of the other person and made a “please speak” gesture.

Charlie: Boss, you’re back just in time. Please interpret the meaning of this card. Boss: Huh? Interpret what? Boss: Oh, you guys want to know the origin behind this card, right? Boss: This is our local souvenir card. The one in your hand is the latest one from the animal series. Boss: Woah, it’s a swan souvenir card. You are so lucky. This kind of card is rare…

In the camera, Charlie was stunned for a moment. It was obvious that he didn’t expect to encounter a blind box store on Doggo Island, far away from the hustle and bustle.

I held back my laughter, paid the box, then took him and the card away.

When we reached a corner, I gently stuck the swan card into Charlie’s breast pocket.

Me: My dear guest, please take good care of it. This style of card is rare.

He looked at me with a hint of bitterness, then leaned over to whisper in my ear.

Charlie: Fiancée, I want to discuss something with you. Me: What is it? Charlie: Can you delete that recording just now?

I laughed, remembering the trick he had played on me with the ice cream scoop. Now, it was my turn to play a trick on him. So I shook my head decisively.

Me: I can’t. Me: It’s a rare opportunity to record the usually calm and composed Charlie’s defeated look. So of course, I want to preserve it well. Me: When you are old and have forgotten about this matter, I will bring it up again and reminisce about it.

I deliberately looked back at the clip in front of him while secretly glancing at him to see his reaction.

Charlie: Sigh, that really gave my fiancée a good handle against me. Me: Really? Then how can I use it against you?

Suddenly, he came so close to me that I could see the twinkle in his purple eyes.

Charlie: You can use it whenever. Me: Now I even have more of a reason to not delete it. Charlie: Can’t I bribe you a little? Me: How are you gonna bribe…

Before I could finish my words, he quickly wrapped his arms around my shoulders and kissed me.

Charlie: Bribe you like this. Me: Well… Let me think about it.

Charlie burst into laughter, and his laugh echoed in the empty alley.

After that, we took photos for a long time. I found many popular couples poses, such as making a heart shape with my hand, and Charlie making the other half with his body not far away.

Charlie agreed to all of my requests, and sometimes even used his own creativity to make the scenes in the camera more exciting.

But more often, the camera shows Charlie’s daily life, such as his elegant and confident steps, and his heartwarming eyes when he looks at me…

Even the small action of unbuttoning his clothes when he feels a little tired, or the yawn that he thinks he has concealed well, although they are the little rebellions against Mr. Perfect, it only makes me think that he is extra cute.

We also took some funny photos. Charlie was standing behind some funny photo stand-ins. With only his face showing, he looked like a fat man with a big belly, which made me laugh.

I originally wanted to refer to some check-in guides, but some of them turned out to be total filter frauds. But since I was already there, I couldn’t bear to just give up and leave. Charlie cooperated the whole time until I finally got a photo I was happy with.

Suddenly, our stomachs growled and we realized how much time had passed without us noticing.

With the recommendation of the locals, we came to a restaurant with very local characteristics.

The restaurant was decked out in vibrant island flair. The wooden tables and chairs were in bright, cheerful tones, walls adorned with colorful seashell decorations, and every corner giving off a breezy coastal vibe.

We chose a seat with the best view, facing the open sea landscape. Charlie lowered his head to order food while I fiddled at the table for a long time, trying to find a palace to put my phone on steadily.

But no matter how I placed it, either the viewing angle was always off or the phone was unstable, and all my attempts failed to achieve the desired effect.

At this time, Charlie reached his hand out, and cleverly wrapped the silk scarf on his hand around the phone, and fixed it to the ornament on the table.

Charlie: This is just right. Me: Perfect angle! As expected of you.

I quickly shook my sore fingers as soon as my hands were completely freed. Charlie also took my hand and rubbed my wrist

Charlie: Your hands are so tired. Why don’t we stop here today? Me: That won’t do. We agreed to record our entire day, so we can’t give up halfway. Me: And I captured a lot of interesting moments today, so I look forward to filming more.

Before Charlie had time to speak, the dishes were served, and soon filled the entire table.

Considering the perspective problem when shooting, I unconsciously divided half of my attention to the phone while eating. Adjusting the angle from time to time, I couldn’t even focus on eating the food.

Because we were by the sea, some of the seabirds are intermittently attracted, particularly to Charlie.

People in the restaurant interacted with the seabirds curiously, while Charlie was concentrating on eating, occasionally watching out for the “little thieves” who wanted to steal his french fries.

How could I miss such an amusing scene? So I picked up my phone and started taking pictures, completely forgetting about eating.

Noticing my antics, Charlie shook his head in resignation, but said nothing, only to then fork a piece of food and hold it to my lips before finally indulging me by posing endlessly for photos.

After getting my fill of photos, I checked the pictures I had just taken and unexpectedly discovered many of Charlie’s little movements.

It turns out that Charlie would tie my hair before we ate, and would also hand me napkins or other things I needed at the right time.

Sometimes I didn’t say anything, but just casually glanced at his dish. He would pick up the hint and put it into my bowl.

Not to mention that while I was too busy snapping photos to enjoy the food properly, Charlie kept feeding me bites at just the right moment, sending quiet ripples of sweetness through my heart.

Charlie: What are you looking at? Me: Looking at… the considerate and attentive Mr. Zha.

As I dragged the progress bar to those thoughtful gestures from Charlie, I couldn’t help but give him a kiss on the cheek. He was more and more proud of it.

Me: How chivalrous you are, Mr. Zha. Charlie: It’s not just chivalry, it’s a habit. A habit reserved for only you.

We also discovered another little habit of Charlie’s together. He likes to look at me with his chin in his hand, his eyes slightly narrowed, and the corner of his lips always have a beautiful curve while doing so.

Charlie: It turns out I have this habit and I didn’t even realize it. Me: Huh? But you do this often. Me: I’m often in the middle of doing something and then turn around to see you staring at me like this.

Charlie let out an “Oh,” then moved closer, blinking while looking at me.

Charlie: Is this what some people call– a wife-staring maniac? Me: W-When did you learn this term?

His sudden approach made my heart stop for a moment. Charlie didn’t answer, but handed me the fork in his hand.

Charlie: Although appreciating handsome men is a kind of spiritual food, you still have to eat well. Me: Understood.

Having said that, I still had to record every minute of today, so I adjusted the angle of my phone before feasting on the food.

Charlie kept the chin-resting posture, gazing at me quietly with a look full of adoration that he himself didn’t even notice.

We were enjoying the food and the beautiful view of the sea. Suddenly, a noise broke the silence and a small group of people gathered at the beach.

I looked over with some curiosity, then stopped a waiter who was passing by.

Me: What happened over there? Why are so many people coming over? Waiter: Oh, that is one of Doggo Island’s interactive activities. Everyday at this time, a few small sharks will come near the shore, waiting to be fed. Waiter: If the two guests would also like to participate, they can buy the special feed from us. Waiter: Don’t worry, those little sharks are not aggressive. They are the gentle nurse sharks.

After hearing that, I felt relieved and wanted to give it a try. I looked at Charlie, who had already placed his card on the bill and handed it over to the waiter.

Charlie: Bill, please.

He glanced over at me with the corners of his lips curled up.

Charlie: Also, please bring us some feed for the small sharks.

After a while, we walked towards the beach, with bags filled with feeder fish and shellfish. The blue water sparkled silver against the sun.

Through the clear surface of the water, I saw a group of small sharks swimming around in the shallow sea, waiting for people to approach and feed them.

I handed the bag in my hand to Charlie and asked him to try it.

Me: I’ll leave the feeding to you while I record this wonderful moment!

Charlie did not take the bag but instead pulled me into his arms and commandeered my phone’s camera.

Charlie: You feed them in my arms and I take the photo so we can both be in it.

He held the phone up high and captured the vast ocean, the sharks swimming on the soft beach, and the two of us.

Although the waiter said it was safe, I still felt a little nervous when I saw the shark in front of me and my steps became hesitant.

Charlie: Scared? Me: … Sort of.

The next second, Charlie actually picked me up. I hugged his neck and sat steadily in his arms.

Me: ! Charlie: How about now? Me: It’s not so bad like this…

I looked left and right, then couldn’t help but lean over to whisper in his ear.

Me: But wouldn’t it be too ostentatious for us to do so…

Charlie smiled indifferently and hugged me even tighter with ease.

Charlie: Aren’t you already used to those kinds of attention?

His confident and self-righteous look left me speechless for a moment, because then again, even if he did nothing Charlie himself was enough to attract everyone’s attention.

Thinking of this, all the worries in my heart disappeared. Charlie and I happily fed the little sharks.

After playing like this for a while, I realized that Charlie’s camera was always facing me. This was not okay. How could we miss the shot of the male lead?

Me: Let me down, I’ll take the photo.

Charlie frowned, as if he didn’t want to do that.

Charlie: Darling, you obviously want to–

But before he could finish, I took the phone and handed him the bag of feed.

At this point, Charlie naturally said nothing more and took the bag.

Charlie: Then let your fiancé fulfill your wishes and create the best shots for you.

He put me down and started feeding the group of little sharks. However, compared with my method just now, his feeding method was like scattering flowers from the sky.

But this method was indeed more interesting. Soon, a group of small sharks swam in front of us, splashing water.

From time to time, I moved the camera to Charlie’s hands, and then captured the close-up of the small sharks clustered around him as he threw the shellfish in an arc.

Of course, Charlie’s handsome face is not to be missed.

He was like a conductor in the sea. Wherever the food in his hand fell, it instantly attracted a group of small sharks. He also had a contented smile on his face, and it was obvious that he was enjoying it.

Suddenly, a wave came and I couldn’t stand still for a moment, swaying involuntarily.

Charlie noticed my situation right away, but the sand under our feet was too soft. Without paying attention, we both fell into the waves on the shore.

Me: Charlie! The phone!

Fortunately, we were able to stand up quickly after the wave passed since the water was not very deep.

But because of this little incident, the phone also fell into the soft sand. Although Charlie picked it up immediately, I still took the phone and checked it anxiously.

Me: We were so lucky… Otherwise, today’s records would’ve been lost.

Fortunately, the phone was in good condition. The video recordings were also safe, and even the video mode was not turned off, which recorded the scene of our fall.

Just when I wanted to share this discovery with Charlie, I found him looking at me with a smile while holding a uniquely-shaped conch.

When he noticed that my eyes had finally returned to him, he placed the conch in my hand.

Me: What is this…? Charlie: I touched it when we fell into the sea together just now. Charlie: Look, isn’t the shape very special?

I looked down at the conch in my hand. It looked like a dome-shaped pagoda with interlaced spiral curves. The color gradually changed from blue on the top to orange on the bottom, just like the ocean and the sunset meeting in front of us.

After admiring the conch, I looked up at Charlie. It took a long time to check the video just now. I didn’t know how long he had been waiting for me.

Me: Sorry, I was so busy checking the phone that I didn’t notice what you discovered…

Charlie raised his index finger and pressed it on my lips, making me swallow the unfinished words.

Charlie: I’m willing to wait for my fiancée no matter how long it takes. Charlie: And you will be surprised to realize that Charlie in the next second is more handsome than the past.

After saying that, Charlie picked me up and took me back to the beach chair on the shore.

We stayed wrapped in each other’s arms. Only now, Charlie had turned us around, pulling me snug against his chest.

He was still holding the special conch in his hand. I also picked it up and studied it, putting it to my ear to listen to the legendary sound of the waves.

Just then, I saw some sand on Charlie’s hand.

Was it stuck to him when I fell into the sea just now, or did I not notice it when I picked up the conch?

Pursing my lips, I neatly placed the conch on my lap, took his hands, and brushed off the sand with care.

His gentle eyes fell on me, letting me silently check repeatedly whether there were any grains of sand left on his hand. After a while, Charlie raised my wrist and looked at the time on the watch.

Charlie: The reservation time is coming up. Let’s go back and change our clothes. Me: Okay… Charlie, don’t you have a watch yourself? Why are you looking at mine? Charlie: Can’t I appreciate how suitable the style I picked out for you is?

Charlie deliberately held my wrist and looked at it again properly.

As the reservation time was approaching, he took my hand and returned to the sand house.

Part 2

#light and night #charlie #zha li su #光与夜之恋 #查理苏

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