Chapter 62 Grandpa

The cart was the same one he had used to set up his stall.

It was piled with New Year gifts bought for my fellow brothers and sisters-in-law. They were not expensive things, but were useful in life.

In addition to these, there were also cat litter boxes, small toys and snacks, braised goose bought for Master Qingheng, and a few cups of full-sugar milk tea.

There is also a delivery service.

It was so cold that Jun Qiulan didn't want him to be exposed to the cold wind outside, so she simply wrapped him in her down jacket, leaving only his cat head exposed.

But he never expected that he wouldn't be able to get a taxi during the Chinese New Year.

Not only are taxis unavailable, but even online ride-hailing services are unavailable.

It's also strange.

Aren’t people usually scrambling to take orders?

What happened today?

Jun Qiulan, who was celebrating the New Year in modern times for the first time, didn't understand. He didn't know that during the New Year, big cities were deserted while small cities were crowded. After waiting for a long time but no car came, he could only push his cart to the foot of the mountain.

As for Yan Jing, because the old man was old and had difficulty walking, after he got off the plane, they arranged a helicopter to fly directly to Fengcheng, and then a car was arranged here to take him all the way to the foot of the mountain.

The old man still sighed, "Back then, this place was even poorer, with only a few roads."

It's getting better now.

Yan Jing couldn't help but laugh, "Grandpa, you spent so much money on this film and television base, just to develop the local economy?"

"Not entirely." Yan Huai looked out the car window, his thoughts drifting away.

There were actually some things that Yan Jing didn't quite understand. Before he was born, his family had already developed very well. According to his grandfather, they seized the opportunity of reform and opening up, made money, and stabilized the family business.

Since grandpa has a special feeling for this place, why didn’t he think of helping to build it earlier?

There is also a cable car going up the mountain, which he funded and built last year.

Moreover, he had never heard his grandfather talk about his great-grandfather's generation. There were several tablets at home, and his grandfather would burn incense almost every day. During festivals, he would also ask the younger generations to kowtow and burn incense in front of the tablets. However, he never saw his grandfather go to the grave to worship during the Qingming Festival.

Even my grandmother didn't know. It is said that she has never met any of her in-laws' family. They got married through an introduction, and they have been supporting each other for decades.

It's just that they're getting older, and they can't get along. Grandma is a fashionable old lady, but grandpa is a bit stubborn like an ancient patriarch?

Grandma also often says that grandpa is an old-fashioned person.

Look, grandma didn’t come this time. She went on vacation to the beach with his aunt and her family.

Apart from this, my grandfather had no other brothers or sisters. Counting back sixty or seventy years, how many families had only one child?

Suddenly, he remembered something, "Grandpa, how did you and Taoist Qingheng know each other? I heard about it before, but I was also confused."

These two old men seem to have a close relationship, but there is also something a little weird about them.

Yan Huai smiled and said, "Qing Heng was not very old at that time. I encountered some trouble and was chased by people. I fled all the way into the mountains. It was Qing Heng who rescued me. Later, I lived in the mountains for another two years."

Yan Jing seemed to be thinking about something.

That was almost fifty years ago, maybe around seventy years ago?

Was the country still so chaotic at that time?

He was being hunted, and he hid in the mountains for two years before daring to come out? Why was he being hunted?

He wanted to ask more, but thinking that his grandfather didn't like to talk about the past, he stopped talking.

Yan Huai, on the other hand, said, "Old man Qingheng is also stubborn. He didn't want the money he was given before. He also refused to rebuild the Taoist temple, saying it was not the right time and he was just talking nonsense."

It was rare to hear his grandfather complain, and Yan Jing couldn't help laughing. Taoist Qingheng was indeed a bit weird.

Just as I was about to say something else, I looked up and saw Jun Qiulan pushing a cart and walking hard towards the foot of the mountain.

He held his forehead. After all, he was a small star. Even if he didn't have a qualified representative work yet, he had been on the hot search several times.

Still so down to earth.

"parking."

The driver stepped on the brakes and stopped the car steadily.

Yan Jing lowered the car window and said, "Jun Qiulan, get in the car."

It’s still a long way from here, and I don’t know how long it will take to get there pushing the cart.

Fortunately, we now have a cable car so we don’t have to climb the mountain.

Otherwise, he didn't know how Jun Qiulan would get all this stuff up the mountain.

Jun Qiulan turned around, also very surprised, "How come you are so fast?"

Didn’t we just get off the plane?

Yan Jing saw a cat head sticking out of his chest, feeling both amused and helpless.

Suddenly I remembered a folk song: a chicken in the left hand, a duck in the right hand, and a fat baby on the back.

This image is so fitting.

He introduced himself to the old man, "This is the young Taoist priest I told you about before, Jun Qiulan."

"Grandpa Yan, Happy New Year." Jun Qiulan didn't expect that Yan Jing's grandfather was such an elegant old man.

I heard that Yan Jing's family is in business, but the old man doesn't look like a businessman, but more like a scholar.

Yan Huai smiled and said, "He's a good kid."

He instructed the driver, "Arrange everything and squeeze it in."

Jun Qiulan felt a little embarrassed, "Is it too much trouble?"

Yan Jing got out of the car himself and helped to organize things.

Grandpa was going to stay in the mountains for a while, so they brought a lot of luggage, including gifts for the Taoist temple.

Fortunately, the car we arranged had a relatively spacious space, and Jun Qiulan's stroller could also be folded.

Otherwise I really can't let it go.

"You're buying so many things?"

Jun Qiulan smiled and nodded, "I made some money this year, so I brought some small gifts for my brothers and nephews."

Yan Jing took a quick look and saw foot baths, massage pillows, and some gadgets that young people liked.

It’s also thoughtful.

There is also a long rectangular box, which is probably a picture of winter snow scene for him.

He didn't waste much time on the main road, but he was more careful when placing things.

"Let's go, get in the car." He reached out and touched the cat's head on Jun Qiulan's chest.

Jun Baisong smelled this familiar breath again and struggled to crawl out.

Jun Qiulan smiled and sighed, "Ex-father is still closer, right?"

As he said that, he stuffed Jun Baisong into Yan Jing's arms.

He is a chubby guy and very strong.

Yan Jing touched it and found that it was a solid kitten.

Yan Jing and Yan Huai sat in the back seat, so Jun Qiulan had to sit in the passenger seat.

"Thank you, Grandpa Yan, for giving me a ride."

Yan Huai was in high spirits. "I don't think I've seen you before when I went up the mountain. It's impossible for me not to remember such a handsome young man."

Jun Qiulan had already colluded with Qingheng on this issue.

"I lived with the teacher who taught me painting for a few years, so I might have missed you. But I often heard my master mention you. He said that the money you gave him was more than he could ever spend in his lifetime."

Yan Huai laughed heartily, "Qing Heng was always greedy when he was young."

After a pause, he asked, "Was the cat picture in Yan Jing's hand drawn by your gentleman?"

Jun Qiulan nodded and said, "I also brought a painting of a snowy scene today, which Mr. Yan has seen before."

Yan Huai: "Where's the picture? You've already seen it, but you won't show it to me?"

Yan Jing felt quite helpless. He held the cat in one hand and turned out the picture Jun Qiulan sent him with the other.

"This snow scene painting is for you. Can you give me back my cat painting?"

Yan Huai complained, "You're so old, but you don't want to get married and have kids. You only think about kittens."

Jun Baisong stretched out his paw, patted the old man's hand gently, and then moved his head closer.

"Wow, it's quite cute." Yan Huai directly took the cat from Yan Jing's arms.

Then he started looking at the pictures in Yan Jing’s phone.

When he saw this, his expression paused.

No one noticed.

After a moment, he said, "Mr. Yan Geng's painting skills are truly amazing. How come I've never heard of such a person before?"

Jun Qiulan had already made his excuse, "Mr. Yan Geng doesn't seek fame or fortune; he simply enjoys delving into these things on his own. It was only by chance that I was able to receive some guidance from Mr. Yan Geng."

Yan Huai tried again, "Could you introduce me to Mr. Yangeng? I also like calligraphy and painting."

Yan Jing also said, "That's right. I've never seen a businessman who likes collecting calligraphy and paintings as much as my grandfather."

If the old man’s collection of calligraphy and paintings were to be exhibited, it would be enough to open two museums.

Jun Qiulan said in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, Grandpa Yan, Mr. Yangeng's family went through some things before, and now they are not seeing guests."

Yan Huai seemed to be thinking about something, but he didn't ask any more questions.

At the foot of the mountain, senior brother Sheng Hongyan was already waiting with his two young disciples.

"Mr. Yan, long time no see."

Yan Huai: "Hong Yan? Hahaha, you even have a beard."

Sheng Hongyan was dressed in a Taoist robe, with a look of helplessness and amusement on his face. "Let's go up the mountain. Master has been waiting for a long time."

The things that Jun Qiulan brought, as well as the things that Yan Jing and the others brought, were shared by the eldest brother and several of his nephews.

Jun Baisong returned to his stepfather's arms again.

After all, he is a fat boy, so it is better not to let the old man hold him. As for Yan Jing, he took the long box alone.

Jun Qiulan was amused by this and said, "There's no need to be so careful."

"You don't understand. If this painting is destroyed, the Hundred Cats Picture can never be recovered." Yan Jing said seriously.

Yan Huai tutted his words, looking down on his eldest grandson. "As a grandson, isn't it your duty to present a painting or two to your grandfather?"

Yan Jing remained calm and said, "Grandpa, I've been looking for at least eighty, if not a hundred, of calligraphy and paintings for you over the years. The Hundred Cats Painting is a gift to me for free. Do you have the nerve to snatch it away?"

Yan Huai was speechless, then looked at Jun Qiulan with a smile: "Ji Bai? Is your Taoist name Ji Bai or Qiu Lan?"

Jun Qiulan has also long been trained to have strong psychological qualities.

"Grandpa Yan, Qiulan is my Taoist name, and Jibai is the courtesy name that Master Yangeng gave me when I turned twenty."

"Not many families these days choose courtesy names." He glanced at Yan Jing. "Look, when I gave you the courtesy name Weixi, you called me an old-fashioned person. But don't other families also pay attention to such things?"

Yan Jing was convinced.

Yan Huai was still muttering: "Speaking of which, the courtesy names you two have are like those of real brothers, how wonderful! And yours..."

"Get in the car, grandpa." Yan Jing interrupted immediately.

It was obvious that he didn't want to say more, because if he did, he would start nagging again.

She kept nagging him that he was past the age of twenty and would soon be thirty, so it was time for him to get married and have children.

It's strange to say.

It is understandable that my grandfather’s generation got married early, as his father, uncle and aunt also got married early.

Didn’t our parents’ generation emphasize late marriage and late childbirth?

Jun Qiulan quietly moved a little further away.

During this Chinese New Year, it seems like I can’t escape the fate of being urged to get married wherever I go.

Fortunately, he still had the identity of a Taoist priest and could block it.

Although there are no restrictions on marriage and childbirth for Taoist priests of their sect, they are still considered to be outsiders in the eyes of ordinary people.

It is indeed convenient to have this cable car.

In fact, when Jun Qiulan took the cable car for the first time, her toes almost dug out a three-bedroom apartment from her shoes.

There is only a rope hanging a carriage. What if it falls down?

Or maybe his vision was too narrow at the time.

Yan Jing saw Jun Qiulan staring at the cable car, "Scared? You're not afraid of heights, are you?"

Jun Qiulan shook his head in amusement. "I'm not afraid of heights, I just feel the power of technology. A three or four hour journey only takes a few minutes with the cable car."

Before Yan Jing could speak, Yan Huai next to him took over.

“Back in the day, before the road was built, the only way up the mountain was by people walking.”

Yan Jing took the opportunity to ask, "Then why didn't Grandpa invest in road construction earlier?"

The current road up the mountain was built in collaboration with government departments during the construction of the film and television base.

Yan Huai tutted his words, "It's because that old man Qingheng wouldn't allow me to do that. He said that the Taoist temple is a quiet place and he doesn't want to get too involved in worldly affairs."

Jun Qiulan seemed to be lost in thought.

In just a few words, they had already reached the Taoist temple from the foot of the mountain.

There are already tourists on the mountain.

Taoist Master Qingheng was also dressed quite formally today, having changed into the purple Taoist robe that he only wore during sacrifices.

When Jun Qiulan and the others entered the room, Qingheng was being surrounded by several little girls taking pictures.

It was very lively and noisy, and the old man was in a good mood and didn't seem impatient at all.

Yan Jing whispered to Jun Qiulan: "If your master came down from the mountains and debuted as an actor, he might be more famous than you."

Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing.

"Hey, my little disciple is back?"

The little girls turned around and started screaming.

Not only Jun Qiulan, but also Yan Jing, double the appearance critical strike.

One is elegant, the other is strong.

Then I wanted to move forward but didn't dare to move.

Qing Heng was very good at selling his apprenticeship. "Come, little apprentice, take a photo with some believers."

Jun Qiulan is quite familiar with taking group photos.

Jun Baisong was also held in his arms, and several little girls surrounded him, taking pictures of him in all directions.

Qing Heng even joked, "I'll pass this Taoist temple on to you in the future. It shouldn't be short of fireworks."

"Master, please stop teasing me."

One of the girls was quite brave and asked, "Can Director Yan take a photo with us?"

Yan Jing actually doesn't like this kind of excitement.

But it was New Year’s Day, and the girl had no ill intentions.

He walked to Jun Qiulan and took Jun Baisong over.

"Let's take a group photo together. We have some personal matters to attend to later."

The little girls couldn't say no.

They even kept glancing at the two of them, looking particularly excited.

Jun Qiulan was still confused. What was he so excited about?

After all, Yan Jing understood this circle and young people. When he thought of something, he couldn't help but smile.

Eating everything will only help them achieve balanced nutrition?

A group photo was taken.

Yan Jing also said with a smile: "Please don't post the photos on the public platform before the fifth day of the New Year."

Although the Taoist temple welcomes tourists, the backyard where they live is a private area.

If they knew that he and Jun Qiulan were both on the mountain, they might have rushed up the mountain again.

Although it can increase the income of the Taoist temple, it is really not necessary.

The girls were all straightforward. "Don't worry, Director Yan, we'll post it after we get home, hehe, hehe."

"Thank you very much, everyone."

Yan Jing is polite and modest, but for no reason he makes people feel a sense of distance.

Jun Qiulan felt it very clearly from the side. Perhaps he was too familiar with Yan Jing? He had seen Yan Jing's private state before, so he could compare it with his current state?

This little girl is laughing, what is she laughing at?

He doesn't understand these young people.

All the things were delivered to the backyard room.

Qingheng had already reserved a room for Jun Qiulan. Knowing that he would stay for two days, he specially decorated the room for him and even made the bed.

Jun Qiulan made an excuse to change clothes and come out later, then went home in the room.

"So soon?"

Jun Qiulan nodded and said, "I've already arrived at the Taoist temple on the mountain. There are a lot of people there these two days, so it might not be convenient for me to come back anytime. Don't worry, Dad."

"Okay." After all, we are in a Taoist temple, so there is no danger.

Jun Shuwan was a little curious, "Are the Taoist temples in that world the same as ours?"

Jun Qiulan nodded. "It's roughly the same. It can be considered an ancient building. It was renovated last year and some modern technology equipment was added."

Speaking of technological equipment.

Jun Shuwan was very excited. "Brother, this hair dryer you brought back is so useful. It dries my hair in no time."

When I lived in the capital, my family was well-off. When I took a bath, the floor heating was kept hot, and several basins of silver charcoal were lit in the room. After bathing, the maids and old women would use handkerchiefs to dry my hair strand by strand.

It won’t be cold either.

But Border Town is different.

Although the boiler room was warm and there was plenty of hot water, so I didn't have to worry about the cold when taking a shower, I couldn't do anything about my hair.

You can only wipe it dry slowly by yourself and warm it up a little. Don't let your head get frozen, otherwise you will get sick.

But today Jun Shuwan used a hair dryer, which was so useful and convenient.

Jun Qiulan smiled, "I had never thought there was such a thing as a battery before."

Without electricity, these high technologies cannot play their role.

Jun Shuwan continued, "Oh, brother, didn't the General's Mansion send a New Year's gift yesterday? There was also a letter inside. Madam Huo has allocated me a small courtyard on her own after the New Year, and has assigned Sister Miao'er to be my assistant. When the time comes, can I bring some high-tech equipment with me?"

Because of her previous contribution in suturing the wound and her frequent visits to the retired military doctors in the general's mansion to seek medical advice, Jun Shuwan did not hide her future plans from Mrs. Huo.

It was approved for a minor operation to suture the wound.

Mrs. Huo let her do it and prepared a separate yard for her.

Perhaps Mrs. Huo and General Huo also felt that this kind of medical skills were different from traditional medical skills, so they did not assign too many people to her.

Jun Qiulan seemed to be lost in thought.

Miao'er, the girl next door, is a good girl and trustworthy.

But high technology is really refreshing.

"Let me think about it and see how to make it safer." Jun Qiulan certainly wanted Wan'er to live more comfortably in the general's mansion.

These are the issues that we really have to consider.

Jun Shuwan knows the importance of this.

"Okay, brother, come over here."

As she spoke, she also touched Jun Baisong who was hanging on her brother.

"Xiaosongsong, are you used to it over there?"

Songsong meowed and rubbed his head against Aunt Xiangxiang's hand.

Jun Qiulan was happy, "Songsong is welcomed wherever he goes."

Even though Old Man Yan complained that Yan Jing treated the cat like a child, he still couldn't let go of Song Song when he held him in his arms.

Jun Qiulan returned to the Taoist temple, tidied up a bit, and went out with the cat.

Master Qingheng and Mr. Yan wanted to talk alone, so they drove Yan Jing out.

"Where's the painting?"

Yan Jing was overjoyed. "I just gave it to grandpa. He liked it very much and still wanted to meet Mr. Yangeng."

Jun Qiulan shook his head. "It's not very convenient now. Let's wait until later. If there's a chance, I'll introduce him to the old man."

Yan Jing nodded and said, "I don't know what the two old men are discussing in secret, and why they don't let me hear it."

Jun Qiulan was very happy again. "I'm going to give New Year gifts to my brothers and nephews now. Do you want to come with us?"

"Let's go."

The Taoist temple still arranged for the nephews to manage it in the front.

Not everyone is here now.

Jun Qiulan asked them to send it to each other, since they could all be used anyway.

"Junior Master, you are so kind." One of the senior nephews felt quite embarrassed. He was older than Jun Qiulan, but ended up making Junior Master spend money.

Jun Qiulan smiled. Since they called him Junior Master, he was the elder. It had nothing to do with age.

Moreover, in the past year, in addition to Master Qingheng, these senior brothers and nephews also provided him with a lot of help.

The things he bought were not expensive, they were just a token of his thoughtfulness.

Seeing how good the relationship between them was, Yan Jing never suspected that Jun Qiulan, his junior uncle, was a latecomer.

After all the things were distributed, there were still tourists and the Taoist priests had things to do, so they dispersed.

Yan Jing: "Take me around?"

Jun Qiulan joked, "You're considered an acquaintance of the Taoist temple. Do you still want me to take you around?"

Yan Jing did not refute, "You grew up here, you must be more familiar with it than me."

Jun Qiulan thought to himself, that might not be the case.

But fortunately, he had gained a comprehensive understanding of the Taoist temple in advance.

He took Yan Jing to see the Taoist temple's farming area and the pig raising area.

Yan Jing really didn't know what to say.

He thought Jun Qiulan would tell him about the history of the Taoist temple, or some fantasy stories, but he didn't expect that Jun Qiulan would take him to see pig farming.

"Now it's convenient to go down the mountain. We don't have to farm or raise pigs anymore, right?"

Jun Qiulan: "Not necessarily. In fact, everyone is used to this lifestyle. Although technology changes life, the most important thing is to make yourself live comfortably."

Yan Jing nodded.

It just so happened that the old man called him.

"Let's go back."

When Jun Qiulan and Yan Jing arrived at the living room, Yan Huai was showing off to Qingheng the newly acquired painting of a snowy scene in an ancient village.

Yan Jing whispered softly: "My grandfather is like this. He insisted on talking about this painting for three days and three nights."

Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing. This Mr. Yan was quite interesting.

Just like a great scholar who loved calligraphy that he had met before.

"Come, come, it's Ji Bai, come and take a look." Yan Huai greeted Jun Qiulan enthusiastically, "Look at this composition, and then look at this color matching."

Jun Qiulan felt a little proud, this was his father's work.

He also had some experience in painting, and immediately started a heated discussion with the old man.

Yan Jing and Qing Heng were left standing by and couldn't get a word in.

One person was eating snacks, and the other was drinking tea.

Yan Jing looked at the old man and the young man, "Why do I feel that Qiu Lan is more like my grandfather's grandson?"

His grandson looked like he was picked up.

Taoist Qingheng laughed in an unfathomable way, "Perhaps they are a family?"

Seeing that he was starting to talk nonsense again, Yan Jing changed the subject: "How about I play a few games of chess with the Taoist priest?"

"It's not impossible." Qing Heng took out a chess set, "This chess set was given to you by your grandfather."

So the two of them started chatting again.

Of course, the main reason was that Qingheng kept regretting his moves, and Yan Jing had nothing to say.

But he was still paying attention to the conversation between the old man and Jun Qiulan.

"How did Mr. Yan Geng come up with the idea of ​​painting a snowy scene of an ancient village?"

Jun Qiulan said nonsense casually, "I heard him say that he just happened to watch a TV series and got this inspiration. Painting doesn't necessarily have to be realistic. Sometimes you need to rely on a little imagination."

Yan Huai: "It does require imagination. Look at these farmers above. The clothes they wear seem to be somewhat different from the clothes we wore in history."

It seems to have a hidden meaning.

Jun Qiulan took advantage of the fact that no one would know that this picture was a real scene of their village and started talking nonsense again.

"It's the same with TV dramas nowadays. Some ancient costumes look wrong in shape, just to look good on camera. If you really want to study history, these clothes don't belong to any dynasty. At most, they are borrowed styles."

Seeing that his answer was flawless, Yan Huai didn't know what to ask for a moment as he couldn't see Mr. Yangeng anymore.

It is indeed the clothes in the portrait in the picture, which looks too much like the clothes worn by farmers in the villages in his hometown in the north.

But what Jun Qiulan said also made sense.

Maybe he was overthinking it?

"Why study history when you're still useless?" He continued the conversation.

Jun Qiulan: "You know, we didn't go to a regular school. It was only after I came down the mountain that I realized how big the world is. Of course, I want to learn more about it."

Yan Huai hasn't noticed anything yet.

But Yan Jing felt that there was something wrong with these words.

Based on his understanding of Qingheng, Qingheng is not an old Taoist priest who knows nothing. Sometimes he can even quote from scriptures when speaking.

The same goes for other Taoist priests. Although they have not received formal school education, they are not illiterate. Even if they do not understand history, they can still talk about it.

And there is the biggest problem.

Jun Qiulan called him via video on New Year's Eve in the rental house and said that he was going to Mr. Yangeng's house to celebrate the New Year.

That proves that Mr. Yan Geng should live at the foot of the mountain, although not necessarily in the city, he may be living in seclusion in a village at the foot of the mountain.

This brings us to the fact that Jun Qiulan lived in Mr. Yangeng's house for several years when he was a child.

Since Mr. Yan Geng was willing to let Jun Qiulan live in his house for a few years and even taught him calligraphy and painting, why didn't he think of sending him to school?

Not to mention paying for his education through college.

After completing nine years of compulsory education, in this small city, the pressure is not that great, and the cost of studying for nine years will not be too high. According to Mr. Yangeng's divine status, it should be no problem for him to pay this tuition and miscellaneous fees, right?

Also, the Taoist priests in this mountain did not have ID cards before, which is also a suspicious point.

He still didn't understand and couldn't figure it out.

But I can't find the crux of the problem.

Maybe it really is some unspeakable metaphysics?

Thinking of the several times Jun Qiulan encountered problems at the foot of the mountain, he was able to turn danger into safety...

He just asked.

"Master Qingheng, is there really such a thing as luck?"

In fact, he has never really believed in these things. Is fate determined by heaven?

He still prefers to believe that his destiny is in his own hands.

Qing Heng even laughed at him, "Don't you believe in this? As for fortune, your grandfather experienced some setbacks in his youth, but he was destined to be rich and prosperous."

Yan Jing frowned slightly, "But our family's wealth was earned by Grandpa himself. What does this have to do with luck?"

Taoist Qing Heng smiled mysteriously, "There were so many people who went into business back then, but why were only a few successful? This is their luck."

At first glance, this sentence seems to make sense.

He seemed to have heard news about people who were fired from their jobs and then won the lottery.

Fortune?

He chewed over the two words silently.

Qing Heng pointed at Jun Qiulan and said, "My little disciple's fate is also extraordinary. If he were born in ancient times, he would have been born under the star of Ziwei."

Ziwei Star?

Yan Jing had heard of this kind of fate before, and it was usually used to describe emperors.

Having said that, he felt that this fate was a bit nonsense.

If Jun Qiulan was destined to be an emperor, why was he like this now?

Then he thought of something interesting. If Jun Qiulan continued to develop in the entertainment industry, maybe he would have the potential to win the Best Actor award?

Is this the fate of an emperor?

The two people who were admiring the painting next to them were almost there.

Yan Huai also came over to take a look at the chessboard, "Qingheng, you lousy chess player! Even if my grandson gives you thirty moves, you still can't win."

Qing Heng sneered, "Same here, I learned how to play chess from you."

Yan Huai fell silent, and continued, "You told me before that my grandson's marriage palace would appear late. How late would it be? He's almost thirty years old, which is the age that one could call himself an old man in ancient times. Do I have to wait until he has a twilight romance?"

Yan Jing: “…”

Can this be linked to him?

He is not against marriage, but he has always felt that he is asexual.

He has lived for more than 20 years and has never met anyone who makes his heart beat faster, whether male or female.

Especially since he lives in the entertainment industry where there are so many beautiful women, he has never seen any female or male artist who has made his heart beat faster.

Thinking of this, he suddenly paused and subconsciously looked at Jun Qiulan.

Are you excited?

Not really.

He just felt that Jun Qiulan was suitable for the role in his movie, and there was a filter.

Besides, Jun Qiulan is still a child, he is seven or eight years older than others.

Even if we take a step back, Yan Jing has seen so many beauties, and although only a handful can compare to Jun Qiulan, he believes that he, Yan Jing, is not a beauty-obsessed person.

Shouldn't it?

He looked at Jun Qiulan again.

Jun Qiulan raised his eyes, looked at the chessboard again, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Can I play a game with Mr. Yan?"

He still remembered the task his master had assigned him, which was to accompany the guests to drink tea, play chess, and entertain them. Yan Jing was also a guest, and Yan Jing's chess looked quite interesting.

Yan Jing retracted his gaze and said, "Let's start from this endgame."

"Alright."

Yan Huai continued to grumble: "Take another look at him and see if he is destined to be alone. If that is the case, I won't say anything."

Qingheng's expression became more subtle.

"It has already appeared. Maybe you will receive good news soon."

After saying this, his eyes swept over Jun Qiulan and Yan Jing again.

"But you have to be mentally prepared."

Those who practice Taoism believe in following their heart, but people in the secular world may not agree with that.

Yan Huai was confused: "What do you mean? I don't like it? What does it matter whether I like it or not? It's not like he's going to spend his whole life with me, so isn't it enough that he likes it? As long as he doesn't bring me a non-human, I can agree to it."

The tone is sonorous and powerful.

Qing Heng hummed, "Just remember what you said."

Yan Huai's head was full of question marks, and Yan Jing beside him was also speechless.

It won't be long before he can bring good news to grandpa?

He would never believe that one day he would suddenly fall deeply in love with someone and be unable to extricate himself and could not live without him.

Well, definitely not.

"It's your turn." Jun Qiulan brought him back to his senses.

The two had only played a few moves when the chessboard, which had just been set to be a losing game by Qingheng, showed signs of turning around.

"Did Mr. Yan Geng also teach you how to play chess?"

It can't be that this was taught by Taoist Qingheng, a terrible chess player.

Qingheng, this poor chess player, was taught by his grandfather, who was also a poor chess player.

Jun Qiulan paused for a moment and said, "I guess so."

After Yan Jing made his move, he also made his move without much thought.

After a while, the game gradually fell into a tense state.

Both sides held on tightly.

Qingheng and Yan Huai beside them became quiet and watched quietly.

I watched the game in silence, mainly because the two bad chess players couldn't quite understand it.

The next move is Yan Jing's turn.

Yan Jing was playing with a black piece in his hand. The black piece was spinning on his fingertips. He seemed to be calm and composed, but his slightly tightened brows betrayed him.

He also didn't expect that Jun Qiulan's chess skills were so superb.

How could he understand that people in ancient times had little entertainment, and that as a prince, Jun Qiulan's only open leisure and entertainment was playing chess?

Jun Qiulan started learning chess for his own entertainment at the age of five. There were many books in the palace, and naturally there were also various chess manuals.

I have seen many endgames and studied them every day, and I have made some progress.

Jun Qiulan was not modest about his chess skills, but it was already amazing that Yan Jing could play against him to this level.

Yan Jing's move always feels like a trap no matter how he plays it.

Just at this moment, Jun Baisong woke up after a nap, stretched, stepped on the cushion, and saw that the four bipeds ignored him, so he stared at the table.

What's good-looking on this table? Is it as good-looking as this cat?

He bounced and landed precisely on the chessboard, "Meow?"

Yan Jing chuckled: "The outcome is still undecided, let's continue next time."

Then he ran away with Songsong in his arms.

Jun Qiulan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. What did it mean that the outcome was undecided?

He refused to admit that he had lost.

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