Although he knew that the New Year was approaching, Rong Jing only felt it clearly after coming out of the crew.
Most of the shops on the street hang red lanterns or colorful banners. When the dry and cold wind blows, the lanterns and colorful banners sway gently.
There were a lot more people on the streets. I didn’t know if they were out buying New Year’s goods or just strolling around. As I walked by, I saw that everyone’s face was filled with joyful smiles.
Vibrant vitality burst out from them, forming an invisible aura that shines brightly under the sunlight.
Yue Feng sat in the front seat of the car and secretly glanced back in the rearview mirror.
He seemed to have never seen such an expression on Master Rong Tian's face.
It's not pure indifference, nor is it calm alienation, but it carries a hint of nostalgia and sigh that I don't know how to express.
It's like recalling the distant past through the present picture. Faintly, the whole person seems to be covered by a layer of distant mist, seemingly near but actually far away.
As soon as this thought came into his mind, Yue Feng was startled and quickly retracted his gaze.
After sending Rong Jing back to the community smoothly, Yue Feng followed the driver back to the Xie family's old house. After thinking for a while, he told Xie Xuanqing what he had just seen.
"Okay, I understand." Xie Xuanqing was silent for a moment, then responded in a deep voice.
Yue Feng didn't know why he suddenly mentioned this to Xie Xuanqing. Maybe it was because of Master Rong Tian's expression at that time... It was so touching.
With a sigh, Yue Feng handed the document in his hand to Xie Xuanqing, who then raised his hand and said, "Thank you for your hard work. The company is on holiday during this period, so you should go back and have a rest."
After a pause, he added, "With pay."
Paid vacation, yay!
As soon as Xie Xuanqing finished speaking, Yue Feng's inexplicable feelings were immediately thrown out of his mind. After quickly responding, he decisively turned back.
It’s time to get rid of the old and welcome the new, and go back to reunite with family!
As soon as Yue Feng left, the empty old house immediately fell silent. Xie Xuan sat on the sofa and casually flipped through the documents Yue Feng brought over, then couldn't help but frowned slightly.
When I read Rong Jing’s information before, it seemed that he came to the imperial capital alone, and after saving a little money, he bought a house in the imperial capital. It seemed that he had not seen any relatives or friends in the past few years.
Now that the Chinese New Year is approaching and the crew is on holiday, Rong Jing should be alone when he returns, right?
Xie Xuanqing thought so and suddenly smiled again.
He controls the huge Xie Group, but when it comes down to it, isn't he alone now?
Rong Jing's mood fluctuated for only a moment.
After Yue Feng left, Rong Jing's mood returned to its usual calm state. He pulled his suitcase back to the house that had been vacant for more than half a month, packed it up casually, opened the refrigerator, took a look, and then went out with his phone.
The remaining rice and flour were almost finished, and vegetables, fruits and meat also needed to be replenished. Rong Guoshi had also gone through a difficult period before, so he was not unfamiliar with these things.
...but not very familiar.
Rong Jing walked to the market entrance hesitantly according to the original owner's memory, only to see that the already crowded market was even more crowded at this time, with loud and soft shouts coming one after another, with a strong sense of human fireworks.
"Young man, would you like some Chinese cabbage?" An old man at the entrance of the market saw that Rong Jing seemed a little hesitant, and did not mind his cold expression. He enthusiastically picked up a handful of green Chinese cabbage and greeted him with a smile.
Stir-fried Chinese cabbage was not a difficult dish for Master Rong Tian. After thinking for two seconds, Rong Jing nodded calmly and walked over to take a handful.
The old man didn't expect this handsome young man to be so straightforward. He was surprised for a moment, weighed the cabbage for him, thought for a while, and gave him half a head of garlic.
"Sauté the garlic before cooking, and the taste will be authentic!"
The old man selling vegetables looks like a talkative person. He is not waiting for his family to reunite at home, but is selling vegetables for fun.
After weighing a handful of Chinese cabbage for Rong Jing, he pointed to the stall of the auntie who was selling dry goods next to him and said, "We can't just eat dry vegetables during the Chinese New Year. The things in her stall are all very good. If you are interested, you can buy some to make soup."
As he said this, he lowered his voice again, as if he was talking to Rong Jing, or as if he was talking to himself: "She is also a pitiful person."
Upon hearing this, Rong Jing looked in the direction of his movements with a calm expression.
There were indeed quite a few things on the dry goods stall, but it didn't look messy and it was obvious that the stall owner was running the business well.
At this time, there were three or four people standing in front of the stall selecting things. A middle-aged woman with gray hair stood behind the stall, busily taking the items selected by the customers, weighing them, packing them and collecting the money all in one go.
As if she had heard the conversation between the old man and Rong Jing, the woman raised her head and gave them a dry smile.
She was not ugly, and could even be called beautiful. But the pressure and hardships of life had left her with many wrinkles, like ravines on a mountain, destroying her original beauty.
Rong Jing's eyes swept across her face lightly.
The eyebrows are sparse, the corners of the eyes are droopy, and the lips are dark.
This is a woman who has lived a very miserable life. Her parents are unkind and her husband is unfaithful. Although the Children's Palace is full, it is dim, which means that although she has a son in her destiny, he will die early. The mother-son relationship is shallow.
As for her forehead... Rong Jing frowned slightly.
A slight bad luck came from nowhere, but it vaguely enveloped her brows, making her already old face look even more sad.
If this bad luck is allowed to follow this woman, she will fall seriously ill within a month.
It was a rare occasion for him to come to the market today, and he happened to buy Chinese cabbage from the old man's stall. He accidentally found out about the woman's stall, which was considered a kind of fate.
Rong Jing saw that her face showed a hint of hope despite the sadness, so after thinking for a while, he took the packaged Chinese cabbage in his hand and walked towards the dry goods stall.
"Young man, what would you like to order?" The woman had just finished packing up the things that the previous customer had picked out, and when she saw Rong Jing really coming over, she quickly greeted him with a smile.
Her palms had become rough, dull and dry due to being busy for a long time, and there was still plaster on her fingertips that she had used to treat the cracked wounds. When placed together with Rong Jing's extremely slender and beautiful hands, the contrast was particularly strong at first glance.
The woman took her hand away silently, as if she remembered something. Her expression was dazed for a moment, but she quickly came to her senses.
"Would you like to buy some dried scallops? They're perfect for stewing chicken on New Year's Eve..." The woman didn't know if it was because the young man's temperament was too noble, or because his expression was too distant, but she felt a little embarrassed.
"Yeah." Rong Jing didn't care about it and replied calmly, "Let me take a look."
Picking up a bag, Rong Jing took a look at the dry goods on the stall. They were of really good quality and reasonably priced.
"Hey, don't worry when buying her things. They are very good and the weight is not less than what is needed." The old man noticed the situation on their side and called out to them in a familiar manner.
The woman chuckled, and then she saw Rong Jing not only picked up half a bag of scallops, but also some dried abalone and mushrooms. She said hurriedly, "You don't need to buy so much of these things. Just put a little bit in when you make soup. If you buy so much, you won't be able to finish it."
Rong Jing: “…”
After a moment of silence, he lowered his eyes and handed over a few bags, saying calmly: "It's okay. I... bought them as gifts."
?
Are the habits of today's young people so strange? Going to the market to buy dry goods as gifts?
The woman was a little confused, but still reached out and took the bags.
As their fingertips intertwined, Rong Jing's mind moved, and a soft, invisible spiritual power flowed from his fingers to the woman's body, instantly sweeping away all the bad luck on her body.
The woman felt her mind become clearer in an instant, and even the wrinkles on her face seemed to have faded a lot, and her complexion looked much rosier.
Feeling a little strange, the woman kept moving her hands. She neatly packed and weighed the things Rong Jing had picked, then handed them back.
Rong Jing took the item and transferred the price. Then he said casually, "Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, so it's better to go home early."
"?" The woman didn't quite understand why this handsome young man suddenly said this. She smiled, but she inexplicably remembered this sentence in her heart, "Okay, thank you for reminding me."
Rong Jing shook his head calmly, then turned around with the things in his hand.
After buying some meat and fruit, Rong Jing walked out of the vegetable market and met the old man who was selling vegetables on the road again.
Vegetables are precious in winter now, and the vegetables at his stall are of good quality and cheap, so naturally they are sold out quickly.
The old man also recognized Rong Jing's particularly prominent face. He looked at the direction he was about to go and understood: "Are you also from the community in front? No wonder I thought you looked familiar before."
He was really very outgoing. Rong Jing was never good at dealing with such enthusiastic people. He was silent for a moment and just nodded.
The old man: "You are a very cold-tempered young man..."
But he didn't mind. Maybe because everyone was busy celebrating the New Year recently and no one was listening to him, on the way back to the community, the old man kept grabbing Rong Jing and talking to him, and the topic turned to the woman just now.
"Young man, don't think that I have any connections with people and that's why I pushed you over to buy things. It's really because Mrs. Zhang has such a hard time!"
The old man sighed.
"I met her three years ago, when she just moved here to sell dried goods. I also heard from others that she is only in her forties and divorced her husband a few years ago...Her husband is really a bastard. He beats her half to death every day. I heard that when she divorced, she was almost completely skinny."
That's fine. After divorce, you can move to another place and start over. Life will always get better.
pity……
"Mrs. Zhang's ex-husband was unreliable, but her child was a good one. He worked hard and was admitted to the police academy. He also supported the divorce. The mother and child moved out, and their lives were about to get better, but the child injured his brain during a mission, and now he has become a vegetable lying on the hospital bed..."
Even with the compensation from the government, taking care of a vegetative patient is not an easy task, especially since Mrs. Zhang's child not only suffered brain damage, but also needed treatment in other parts of his body.
"In the past few years, I have seen her working hard to make money to treat her child's illness, but..."
The child's breath was becoming weaker and weaker, and it seemed that Mrs. Zhang was about to bury her son.
The old man sighed and didn't feel like chatting anymore. Mrs. Zhang was stubborn and had always been unwilling to accept their donations. So he was selling vegetables there, and whenever he saw customers, he would recommend them to her, which was also a way to help her.
"Oh, why am I repeating all this to you young people?" Touching the back of his head, the old man shook his head, and then he put his hands behind his back and prepared to go home.
Rong Jing didn't say much after hearing this.
Everyone in the world has a predetermined fate, and it is not impossible to change one's destiny. Rong Jing was not reluctant to remind Mrs. Zhang so that she could avoid the bloody disaster the next day.
But if he really wanted to change her miserable life, the cause and effect involved were too great. Without other opportunities and causes and effects, Rong Jing could not act rashly.
He just casually made a fortune telling and figured out that Mrs. Zhang seemed to have some connection with him. Maybe in the future he would have a chance to change her fate in her later years.
Putting the fruits, vegetables and meat he bought into the refrigerator, Rong Jing looked at the pile of dry goods that he had unknowingly taken too much: "..."
Saying that he wanted to give it away was just an excuse he made up. Rong Jing took a look at the half chicken he bought and frowned slightly.
You can't just put half a pound of scallops and half a pound of abalone into half a chicken, right?
Master Rong likes delicious food, but not to this extent.
Sighing, Rong Jing put the dry goods away for the time being. In order to prevent the things from breaking, he also introduced a little spiritual energy into it -
This is an extremely luxurious storage method for ordinary Taoist priests.
After finishing all this, it was almost dark.
As the capital of China, Beijing has always been the city with the most economic development in China. Even though it was almost New Year, the lights outside were still bright and colorful. From a distance, it looked like a colorful painting.
It was a scene that Master Rong had never seen before, but it was also a scene he had been looking forward to.
Speaking of which, before he helped Xie Chong ascend the throne, they also went to participate in the folk New Year temple fair together.
At that time, Dazhao had not yet been established and the streets were deserted.
A few women, the elderly, the sick and the infirm squatted outside their homes, burning paper clothes in silence and numbness.
Rong Jing was thinking about changing this situation at that time, and fortunately he did it.
Today, the world has become much better than it used to be.
After a slight pause, Rong Jing came to his senses, turned around, picked up the vegetables and meat, and went to the kitchen.
Perhaps because the New Year atmosphere is getting stronger, he also starts to like reminiscing about the past.
After making two dishes casually, Rong Jing had dinner, washed up again, and then started reading the script again.
On New Year's Eve, the number of people on the streets actually increased.
Rong Jing had bought a lot of things the day before, so he didn't need to go out to squeeze in. He just took out the vegetables and meat that he had bought in advance from the refrigerator and fried them. Then he prepared the chicken and some dried goods and put them in a clay pot to simmer over low heat.
“Knock, knock, knock.”
There was a knock on the door, and Rong Jing turned around to open it.
Grandma Li and Xiaohui were standing in front of his house in new clothes. When they saw him coming to open the door, they smiled and said, "I was worried that you wouldn't have a holiday during the Chinese New Year... Here are some rice cakes and a bowl of steamed pork with rice flour that I made. You can take them home and eat them. I guess you didn't cook anything during the Chinese New Year at home alone."
The rice cake seemed to have just been out of the pot, and it looked hot, fluffy and sweet; the steamed pork with rice flour was also an extremely delicate bowl, as if it was specially made and served on a blue and white porcelain plate, with neither too much nor too little.
Rong Jing frowned slightly, looking a little hesitant.
However, Grandma Li stuffed the rice cake and steamed pork with rice flour into his hands with a firm attitude. Seeing that he took them obediently, the smile on her face became more genuine. She gave him a few more words of advice to take care of his health, and then happily took Xiaohui back.
Rong Jing held a bowl of rice cakes and a bowl of steamed pork with rice flour and watched their figures disappear behind the door before turning around and going home.
Together with the two dishes he had prepared earlier and the chicken soup he was cooking, when placed on the dining table, it looked like a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner.
As it approached midnight, brilliant fireworks had already been lit outside.
Rong Jing got up and turned on the TV. The news sounded and the empty living room suddenly became lively.
Rong Jing went to the kitchen to get a bowl of soup and ate quietly. Then he heard the host on TV counting down in an impassioned voice, and finally burst out with a joyful "Happy New Year!".
At the same time, his mobile phone was ringing with a lot of New Year greetings messages, including those from Wang Boyui, Mu Yunzhou, Ji Wan and Ji Yucheng.
Rong Jing took a look, then put down his chopsticks and replied one by one.
The chicken soup with scallops and abalone was incredibly delicious. Even though Rong Jing's cooking skills were not very good, it tasted good enough.
However, he still stewed a little too much, and most of the untouched fresh chicken soup remained in the clay pot, so Rong Jing turned on a low fire and continued to warm it.
The fireworks outside became more frequent after the countdown. Firecrackers are not allowed in the community, but thoughtful residents have come up with many ways to do it. There are recordings of crackling firecrackers, which also create a lot of New Year atmosphere.
Rong Jing watched the movement outside quietly. After a while, his cell phone rang again, and someone called him.
"Rong Jing, Happy New Year." Rong Jing looked at the name displayed on the screen and paused for a second before answering the phone. Xie Xuanqing's deep voice rang in his ears, and he didn't know if it was because of the sound quality of the phone, but it sounded slightly hoarse.
"But it seems I still haven't made it in time." Xie Xuanqing, who was only wearing a thin shirt, leaned against the huge floor-to-ceiling window and said with a smile.
"...Happy New Year to you too." Two seconds later, Rong Jing's signature cool and pleasant voice came from the other end of the phone. Xie Xuanqing's smile deepened, and all the unpleasantness he had felt at the New Year's Eve dinner tonight also disappeared.
Hearing the sound of a TV on Rong Jing's side, Xie Xuanqing's mind flashed with the scene of Rong Jing sitting alone in the living room watching the family reunion on the news, and his heart tightened again.
Lifting his eyes, Xie Xuan changed the subject gently: "Rong Jing, did you guys take five days off?"
Sometimes he would respectfully call him "Mr. Rong", and sometimes he would call him "Rong Jing".
A voice that was 80% similar to the other came slowly. Rong Jing was stunned for a moment before replying calmly: "Yeah."
"Is that so..." Xie Xuanqing raised his head and looked at the dark sky outside.
The butler had already taken the servants out to light the fireworks. Countless intricate and beautiful patterns rose up and then dissipated in the air.
Xie Xuanqing suddenly asked: "Are the fireworks over there, Mr. Rong, pretty?"
Rong Jing subconsciously turned his head to look at the sky outside, "Yeah, it looks good."
"The ones here look great, too." Xie Xuan said with a slight smile, looked outside and thought for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and hung up the phone.
A busy tone came from his ears. Rong Jing put down his phone and took a look. He found that he had received a WeChat message from Xie Xuanqing.
I clicked on it and took a look, and saw some photos of night scenes.
The gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the dark night sky. Even without the bright moon, their beauty was undiminished.
Rong Jing's fingertips slowly slid down to the bottom, and then he saw that Xie Xuanqing had sent him a few red envelopes.
Rong Jing:?
Xie Xuanqing: A New Year's red envelope for my husband^_^
A red envelope on WeChat can only send 200 yuan. Xie Xuanqing sent ten in total, which added up to only 2,000 yuan, which is not a lot of money.
But Rong Jing didn't receive it.
He stared at the screen for a while, then clicked on the function column next to it and looked for the function he wanted.
Then a minute later, Xie Xuanqing saw that Rong Jing not only did not accept the red envelope he sent, but he sent him several in return.
"..." Pursing his lips lightly, Xie Xuan moved his fingertips lightly and received the red envelopes.
Xie Xuanqing: Thank you for the lucky money, sir.
Xie Xuanqing: [Cat holding flowers.jpg]
This time it’s Rong Jing’s turn to “…”
But there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with calling it New Year's money. Considering his age in his previous life, he is probably older than Xie Xuanqing now?
But I still felt something was not right.
Frowning, Rong Jing tapped the screen a few times, then replied to Xie Xuanqing with a "hmm".
It just seems a bit forced.
Xie Xuanqing looked at the concise reply, a smile flashing in his eyes.
They chatted for a while, and although Rong Jing's replies were mostly very brief, for some reason, Xie Xuanqing did not feel they were perfunctory.
Xie Xuanqing: By the way, sir, the drama “Records of the Heavenly Master” that you filmed before will be aired in a few days, probably after the beginning of the year.
At the beginning of the year, most families have their own activities, either going out to visit relatives and friends, or going out on dates and shopping. The ratings of satellite TV dramas will not be as good as during ordinary holidays.
However, after the first and second days of the Chinese New Year, most holidays are not over yet. If the show is broadcast at this time, it should get good ratings on the first day.
"Records of the Heavenly Master" was also partially invested by the Xie family. When it was submitted for review, Xie Xuanqing heard someone below mention that now that the review was finished and the publicity was launched, it would be ready to be broadcast.
Rong Jing has been busy with special department matters or filming on the crew recently, so he doesn't receive news as quickly as Xie Xuanqing.
The obsession in my mind began to float when I saw the words sent by Xie Xuanqing, as if I was excited or nostalgic.
Then it sank gently again.
Rong Jing could feel that this obsession seemed to fade a little after seeing this news.
After staring at the screen thoughtfully for a few seconds, Rong Jing replied.
Rong Jing: Okay.
Xie Xuanqing: "..."
Xie Xuan smiled helplessly and said lightly.
Xie Xuanqing: I will watch it carefully
Xie Xuanqing: [Cat holding flowers.jpg]
Master Rong stared at his previous sentence and blinked slowly.
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