"Mr. Yan, would you be so kind as to have lunch with me?" Yan Jiang agreed to play the male lead in her MV. Du Xueyan wanted to get to know him better, and having lunch was the best opportunity to get to know each other better.
Yan Jiang looked up, stared at Du Xueyan, and then said, "Okay."
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Du Xueyan invited Yan Jiang to dinner at a Western restaurant. Although Du Xueyan was a singer, she managed her figure just as well as any actress and ate very little. Yan Jiang, on the other hand, was a big eater and ate everything on his plate.
Seeing this, Du Xueyan was a little surprised. Yan Jiang is an actor. If he gets fat, it will affect his camera performance. They are all artists. Du Xueyan asked Yan Jiang frankly: "Mr. Yan, aren't you afraid of getting fat?"
Yan Jiang gave Du Xueyan a wicked smile and said to himself, "If I have no movies to shoot, it won't matter if I get fat."
Du Xueyan then remembered that although this man in front of her was extremely popular and famous, he had only taken on one play. For so many years, he had relied on this face to make a living.
Yan Jiang added: "Actually, I can't gain weight." Due to malnutrition as a child, Yan Jiang has always been very thin. Even though he eats a lot now, he doesn't gain much weight.
Du Xueyan was envious and jealous after hearing this.
After dinner, the two parted ways in the restaurant. Yan Jiang returned to his car and told his assistant, "Let's go to Xingyue Music Store." When they got there, Yan Jiang picked out a high-end antique violin for Song Ci, spending over 70,000 yuan.
After buying the piano, Yan Jiang called Song Ci and said, "I'll come to your house for dinner tonight."
Song Ci: "Okay."
After ending the call with Yan Jiang, Song Ci called Han Zhan again.
Han Zhan was having a video conference with a German partner when the phone in his pocket vibrated. Han Zhan guessed it was Song Ci and hurriedly said to the partner in German, "Wait a moment."
The other party stopped and waited patiently.
Han Zhan hung up Song Ci's call, replied with a text message, and then continued the meeting. As soon as the video conference ended, Han Zhan hurriedly called Song Ci back.
"Brother Han, is the meeting over?" Song Ci answered the phone as soon as it rang.
"Yeah." Thinking of how Song Ci had called him brother last night, Han Zhan subconsciously opened the thermos and took a sip of warm tea. The more he drank, the warmer his chest became.
Song Ci said to Han Zhan on the phone: "Yan Jiang is coming to our house for dinner tonight. Brother Han, is it convenient for you to come home for dinner?" Yan Jiang is Song Ci's best friend, and Song Ci wants to introduce Han Zhan to her friend.
The phrase "our family" pleased Han Zhan. Han Zhan looked at his watch and said, "What dishes do you need to bring? I'm off work now, so I'll bring them back." It wasn't that he was really free at work, but mainly because of Song Ci's culinary skills, it was not suitable for entertaining friends, so Han Zhan had to go back to cook.
Song Ci smiled and said, "Okay, then when you come back, how about bringing a bottle of coconut milk? Yan Jiang likes to drink that. And also a pig's trotter, a big one."
Han Zhan's ears twitched slightly, and he asked Song Ci: "Pig's trotter?"
Song Ci hummed, and then she asked Han Zhan, "Don't you like eating braised pig's trotters?"
Han Zhan raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Yeah, I like it." After hanging up the phone, Han Zhan picked up the teacup and took another sip. He felt that the tea today was a little sweet, sweet to his heart.
Han Zhan packed up his things and left with his bag. In the elevator corridor, he ran into Li Li, who was returning from a meeting with a partner. Li Li glanced at the briefcase in Han Zhan's hand and asked, "Leaving work so early?" It was only four o'clock, and Han Zhan was blatantly skipping work.
Han Zhan patted Li Li's arm and said to him, "Please be more understanding. When you get married in the future, you will understand me."
Li Li grabbed Han Zhan's arm and asked in a sarcastic tone, "Aren't you going to the cocktail party organized by Mr. Lin tonight?" Mr. Lin is a highly respected senior and also the vice president of the Huaxia Chamber of Commerce.
Han Zhan rubbed his brows helplessly, and said with a pained heart: "How about giving you a Porsche as a bonus this year?"
Li Li immediately smiled like a flower. He let go of Han Zhan's arm, waved to him and said goodbye with a smile: "Mr. Han, take care, see you tomorrow." His expression changed as quickly as turning the pages of a book, and it was astonishingly fast.
On the way home, Han Zhan passed by a large vegetable market called Wangjiangshan Vegetable Market, which is a popular vegetable market in Wangdong City. You can buy seafood and expensive vegetables from all over the world there.
Han Zhan bought a large pig's trotter and passed by a fruit shop. He smelled the familiar stench of durian and his steps became more anxious. When he was about to reach the entrance of the vegetable market, Song Ci called him again.
"Brother Han, can you bring me a durian?"
Han Zhan paused.
"...good."
Song Ci reminded him again: "You need ripe ones, the kind with soft thorny roots, which smell fragrant."
Han Zhan walked back to the fruit shop, endured the nausea and dizziness to walk to the durian stall, pinched it, and picked a large and smelly durian. Along the way, Han Zhan smelled the stench and almost vomited several times.
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Hearing the doorbell, Song Ci opened the door and welcomed Yan Jiang into the house, who was carrying a violin and a bouquet of flowers.
Song Ci found him a pair of Han Zhan's slippers, unopened. "A size 46, a little bigger than yours, but make do with them." Han Zhan was tall and had large feet, and the contrast between Song Ci's shoes and his was stark.
Yan Jiang didn't mind and put on the slippers directly. "It's okay, I wear size 44."
Yan Jiang placed the violin case in Song Ci's arms and said, "This is the most expensive violin in that violin shop. You can use it first. I'll buy it for you next time I find a better one."
"Thank you." Song Ci put the piano case in the living room and walked into the kitchen to pour Yan Jiang a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Yan Jiang stood in the living room and looked at Han Zhan's house. Song Ci handed the coffee to Yan Jiang, "Freshly brewed."
Yan Jiang took the coffee and pointed to the French window at the end of the living room. He smiled and said to Song Ci, "This piece of glass is quite big. It will be easy to work with."
Song Ci didn't think much about it and asked curiously: "What's going on..."
Yan Jiang: "Every night is filled with revelry..."
Song Ci didn't know whether to laugh or cry. They were indeed good friends. The first time Song Ci followed Han Zhan home, she saw that window and thought of those same images. She stared at the glass with some anticipation, "I must try it someday."
Yan Jiang raised his eyebrows and smiled.
Song Ci opened the case and took out the violin. She first examined the body of the violin. "It's very beautiful. I like it very much." Song Ci tried to tune the violin. After it was tuned, she said with some emotion, "My last violin was destroyed in Bijiang City. That violin was given to me by my master."
Yan Jiang naturally knew that Song Ci had been learning violin from Du Junfei since she was a child. He asked Song Ci, "Have you visited Teacher Du in these years?"
Song Ci shook her head. "I'm too embarrassed to see him." Touching her violin, Song Ci felt a little embarrassed. She murmured, "My mental state has been off since the earthquake. I tremble all over when I touch the bow. I'm too embarrassed to see him."
In fact, when Song Ci's family went to Bijie City, tourism was just a side trip. The real purpose was to accompany Song Ci to Jiangdu City, which is next to Bijie City, to participate in the National Youth Violin Competition.
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