The other party's words were sincere, and he was an old man. Rong Jing lowered his eyes and thought for a while, and finally responded with a "OK".
Fortunately, the crew will have a holiday in a few days. During the Qingming Festival, even in the entertainment industry, which is always rushing to work, two days have to be set aside for the staff to return home to pay homage to their ancestors.
This is the reverence for ghosts in the metaphysical era, and it is also people's long-lasting remembrance of their ancestors.
When Mr. Zou got his confirmation, he immediately smiled happily. He turned around with his phone in his hand and said, "When would be more convenient for you? To be honest, my family...is planning to renovate our ancestral tomb soon, and we would like to ask Master Rong Tian to help."
After that, he quickly added: "Of course, if you don't have time, we can just visit you to express our gratitude."
Although he envied the Wang and Xu families for having a relationship with Rong Jing, Zou Zhengping also knew that there were many ways to make friends with them, and taking it step by step was the right way.
"Repair the ancestral tomb?" Rong Jing raised his eyebrows slightly and repeated the question.
When Zou Zhengping heard Rong Jing's tone, his expression changed, and he said, "Yes... I'm not afraid of you laughing at me, my family's current situation is really a bit difficult. I have tried doing charity and changing Feng Shui, but the results are not satisfactory."
With a light sigh, Mr. Zou smiled bitterly.
He is still in good health now and can still support the entire Zou family, but he will eventually leave when he gets old.
Who will support this family then?
He did not ask for the Zou family to make further progress in the future, but only hoped that his descendants would be able to maintain the success and pass on the family business he had built.
At present, his son is dull and honest by nature. Such a person may become a good subordinate, but it is difficult for him to become a good head of the family.
As for his grandson Zou Mingyuan, old man Zou had high hopes for him. Unfortunately, although he was smart, he was too erratic, and his temper was not stable. Such a person is too sharp and can easily fall into trouble in the business world.
Thinking of this, Mr. Zou couldn't help but feel jealous.
He had also seen the recent turmoil in the Xie Group. Xie Xuanqing was only three or four years older than Zou Mingyuan, but looking at his mentality and methods...
No wonder the Xie Group has been able to develop to its current level under his leadership.
To be honest, before Xie Xuanqing took action, Zou Zhengping, like everyone else, felt a little angry towards him.
His only grandchild was almost separated from him forever, and the culprit was Xie Xuanzhong.
Xie Xuanqing is the other party's blood cousin and the person in charge of the Xie Group. Who knows if he also plays a role in this matter?
However, the special department finally provided evidence for Xie Xuanqing, and the evidence Xie Xuanqing produced was enough to prove that he and Xie Xuanzhong's family were not related by blood, but were hostile to each other.
Even Zou Zhengping felt frightened when he saw those "accidents" that happened from the time Xie Xuanqing was a child until he had completely established his foothold in the Xie family.
How old was Xie Xuanqing back then?
When Zou Mingyuan was his age, he could study peacefully under his protection, but Xie Xuanqing had to be vigilant day and night for his own safety.
However, Zou Zhengping no longer took his anger out on others, but it was difficult for him to immediately separate Xie Xuanqing from Xie Xuanzhong's family. After thinking about Xie Xuanqing for a while, he retracted his thoughts.
His only thought was to make Zou Mingyuan more stable and peaceful.
Especially after what happened at the holiday villa, he no longer dared to ask for too much. He only hoped that he could change Zou Mingyuan's aggressive and impetuous temper and protect himself peacefully.
However, he tried many methods, such as worshiping gods and Buddhas, inviting many masters, and doing a lot of charity, but there was not much change.
Now, this plan of repairing the ancestral tomb is his last attempt. If it still doesn't work...
Then he accepted it.
Zou Zhengping sighed deeply, then realized belatedly that he seemed to have said too much.
He quickly took back his words and apologized to Rong Jing. Finally, he couldn't help but tentatively called out, "Master Rong Tian?"
"Yeah." Rong Jing responded indifferently.
Although there was a hint of temptation in the other party's words, his love for his grandson was genuine.
Rong Jing tried to recall the aura of Zou Mingyuan that he had seen at that time, and it could be considered to be pure and upright. The key point was that his soul still had a faint golden light of merit, which obviously meant that he had not done anything evil, but was the reincarnation of a good person with merits from past lives.
It’s not that we can’t help.
However, from a cursory glance, Zou Mingyuan did not have any problems. And metaphysics can indeed solve many problems, but it is extremely rare that repairing ancestral tombs can change a person's character.
After Rong Jing pondered for a moment, he told Mr. Zou his judgment.
Zou Zhengping smiled when he heard this: "I naturally understand what Master Rong Tian said."
But even though he knew it, he still wanted to give it a try.
Moreover, even if it is not for the sake of his descendants, it has been several years since the last time the ancestral tomb was repaired. Now it is the Qingming Festival again, and it is time for him to renovate the tombs of his ancestors.
Since Zou Zhengping had already made the decision, Rong Jing did not say anything more. In view of Zou Mingyuan's merits, Rong Jing raised his eyebrows and accepted his invitation.
However, the crew's work could not be delayed, so Rong Jing casually picked up a divination plate and directly calculated an hour.
"Are you going on the Qingming Festival?" Zou Zhengping was a little surprised.
Although it is not impossible, ordinary people will be busy with their family's tomb sweeping at that time. Even the Heavenly Master will generally not choose this day to take action.
But it was a bit impolite to say this, and Mr. Zou didn't know what Rong Jing's family was like. After hearing Rong Jing's faint "hmm", he decided: "Then on that day, I will come to bother you with my unworthy descendants. I hope Master Rong Tian will not be offended."
After a few more pleasantries, Zou Zhengping heard that Rong Jing seemed to have something to say, so he said "goodbye" respectfully and hung up the phone.
And Rong Jing does have...something going on.
Putting the phone down, Rong Jing looked at the sudden commotion outside the set, his brows moved slightly, and he vaguely guessed something.
Sure enough, after a while, the black-clad bodyguards, carrying familiar packing bags, walked steadily towards the crew.
Sang Lianyun had very naturally announced with the loudspeaker that the break time would be extended for another half an hour, and Cheng Yuan had already started to help take over the things and distribute them to the staff present.
Rong Jing: “…”
Xie Xuanqing was a step behind this time, but when he came in, he saw the handsome young man standing at the edge of the crowd.
His silver hair had been turned into short black hair for a long time because of the filming requirements. However, his eyebrows and eyes were deep and delicate, so even this most ordinary hair color did not detract from his handsomeness.
They had clearly just met not long ago, but after the turmoil in the Xie Group, when Xie Xuanqing saw Rong Jing again, he still felt an indescribable wave of emotion in his heart.
Unconsciously revealing a light smile, Xie Xuan's eyes darkened slightly: "Mr. Rong."
He also held something in his hand. But it was different from what the bodyguards and assistants held in their hands. What he held in his hand was a thermos bucket that was extremely simple in appearance, but it was obvious that he had brought it from home.
When you touch it with your fingertips, you can feel the faint warmth coming from the thermos.
Xie Xuanqing noticed the phone in Rong Jing's hand, frowned, and called out, "Mr. Rong?"
The pair of amber eyes looked over at his voice. Xie Xuanqing looked at his curled eyelashes trembling slightly with his breathing. After a second, he smiled and said, "Would you like some soup?"
His question was really hard to answer.
After a moment of silence, Rong Jing withdrew his gaze and walked back to his seat with a calm expression.
Xie Xuanqing didn't get his answer, but he didn't mind. He took the thermos in his hand and followed him without any hesitation.
Their looks are considered top-notch even in the entertainment industry which is full of beauties. When they walk together, they are more than twice as dazzling.
Sang Lianyun was picking green peppers for Cheng Yuan. When he saw Xie Xuanqing and Rong Jing, he couldn't help but mutter, "A Yuan, what do you think would happen if I asked Patriarch Xie to make a cameo appearance in the movie?"
This temperament, this feeling, and the atmosphere when he stands with Master Rong Tian are quite intriguing.
Cheng Yuan was also picking the green peppers in his bowl, but he didn't even raise his head when he heard this and replied, "Then you go ask."
Sang Lianyun: “…”
Well, I don't dare. It's not a gay love movie, and it would be a bit weird to add it in.
...Wait, why did he think of gay love movies when he saw Master Rong Tian and Patriarch Xie?
Sang Lianyun was a little frightened by his previous thought, and subconsciously looked up and observed the interaction between Xie Xuanqing and Rong Jing again.
Then he saw Rong Jing sitting down at his seat. The head of the Xie family, who was worth more than hundreds of billions and could earn hundreds of thousands in the blink of an eye, opened the lid of the thermos barrel obediently and skillfully, and then took out the food inside.
There was even a bowl of soup at the bottom.
Sang Lianyun: Why is his food different from ours?
This thought flashed through his mind, and then Sang Lianyun drew his attention back.
Then he saw that Xie Xuanqing not only took out everything in the thermos bucket, but also carefully scalded the chopsticks and spoon for Rong Jing before handing them to him.
After watching silently for a while, Sang Lianyun looked at himself and Cheng Yuan again, and suddenly hesitated and said: "A Yuan..."
As soon as Cheng Yuan saw his expression, he knew that he had guessed something. He lowered his head and drank a sip of the soup that Mr. Xie had packed and sent from the restaurant. He said "Hmm?" softly.
Sang Lianyun held the chopsticks and asked blankly: "Master Xie and Master Rong Tian...are they in the same relationship as us?"
He was actually a little more shy than Cheng Yuan in terms of emotions. Apart from the previous confession, he seldom said anything directly.
At this moment, he asked about the relationship between Xie Xuanqing and Rong Jing, and vaguely used himself and Cheng Yuan as an analogy.
Sang Lianyun was almost certain when he saw Xie Xuanqing's actions, but Cheng Yuan put down the bowl of soup and replied softly, "Not yet."
Sang Lianyun: “?”
Cheng Yuan ignored him, but raised his eyes slightly and looked over.
Even though they can't be considered a couple with a psychic connection...but looking at the slightly awkward yet intimate atmosphere between them, there are probably some signs of that.
Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing, who were not far away, had no idea about the conversation and thoughts between the young couple.
Xie Xuanqing handed over the scalded chopsticks, and then pushed the bowl of chicken soup that the chef had started cooking in the morning in front of Rong Jing.
He rarely made any requests to the chef, and most of the time he just ordered a few dishes casually.
Yesterday he returned to the old house and after dinner, he asked someone to call the chef over for the first time.
The butler couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard his words. The chef himself was also a little worried. Could there be something wrong with Jinwai's food?
The Xie family has always treated the servants well. Although Xie Xuanqing has a cold temperament, he is very generous to the servants in his family.
He didn't care if the servants had their own agendas, as long as they worked diligently.
The chef's gratitude to Xie Xuanqing was even stronger.
Just two years ago, something happened in his family. Although Xie Xuanqing did not help him openly, he arranged for his wife and son to move into the old house.
The Xie family's wages and benefits were generous, and the combined income of the three of them was just enough to get through the crisis.
Until now, his wife and son still work in the old house, and they have settled down here as well.
Compared to those who are separated from their wives and children for most of the time, he can be considered lucky, and he is full of gratitude to Xie Xuanqing who helped him.
At this moment, Xie Xuan suddenly called him over. The chef felt a little panicked. After washing his hands carefully, he came to the restaurant.
"Are the dry goods I brought back last time still there?" Xie Xuanqing asked.
The chef didn't expect that Xie Xuanqing's first question would be this one, so he subconsciously answered, "Yes, Master."
"Yeah." Xie Xuan nodded slightly, and then said, "I found it. Let's make some chicken soup tomorrow morning."
After thinking for a while, he added, "Make a few more savory and fresh dishes, and I'll bring them over when the time comes."
The chef keenly grasped the meaning of his next sentence, but he didn't really have much contact with Xie Xuanqing, so it was not easy to ask at this moment, so he lowered his head and replied, "Okay, sir."
After waiting for a while, the chef saw that Xie Xuanqing had nothing to say, so he secretly looked up again, then retreated hesitantly.
It was just that the chef who had just worked in the old house for a few years didn't dare to ask, but the housekeeper who had worked in the Xie family's old house for decades and had almost watched Xie Xuanqing grow up could ask: "Do you need me to take out the thermos bucket from before, sir?"
He had a very appropriate smile on his face, not too much or too little, humble and polite.
But Xie Xuan listened lightly to his voice which contained a hint of joking, and suddenly felt a little "..."
The butler was still looking at him kindly.
Since Xie Xuanqing took over the Xie Group, his temperament has become increasingly cold, and he has never had a close friend around him, let alone a lover.
At this moment, he suddenly called the chef at home, and specifically asked him to use the dried goods he brought back before the New Year to make soup, and also to take it out...
As someone who had been through it, the butler felt that he probably knew something.
Xie Xuanqing stared at him for a while, and finally frowned helplessly: "...Take it."
The butler bowed slightly: "Okay, Master."
He went to the room where old things were stored and glanced down as he went upstairs.
Her husband sat alone in the large living room, but he thought that after some time, he would not have to be so lonely.
With the supervision of the housekeeper and the chef working hard, the thermos bucket that Xie Xuanqing brought to the set was filled to the brim. The bowl of chicken soup that was mentioned was rich white in color, with an extremely mellow and sweet aroma.
Xie Xuan ignored the fact that he had specially called the chef last night, and only handed the spoon to Rong Jing: "Sir, try it? See if it suits your taste."
His voice was his usual deep and magnetic voice, and when he spoke, his slightly stern brows softened, as if with a hint of expectation.
Rong Jing raised his eyes to look at him, but finally reached out to take the spoon, lowered his head and took a sip.
...It tastes really good.
The chefs of the Xie family all have some unique skills. This chef happens to be good at savory and fresh food. Every dish he makes this time suits Rong Jing's taste.
Moreover, Xie Xuanqing had specifically reminded him of this, and he took it to heart. Although the portion of each dish was not large, they were all complete in variety. When placed together, it actually looked like a small banquet set up just for Rong Jing.
Rong Jing lowered his head and ate a mouthful of rice with the chicken soup.
The thermos barrel has excellent performance. After being brought here from the Xie family’s old house, the food inside is still hot and tastes great.
Xie Xuanqing watched him eat quietly, his brows relaxed unconsciously.
The noisy sounds around gradually faded away. Xie Xuan looked at them for a while, but suddenly stretched out his hand and lightly touched Rong Jing's cheek with the tip of his index finger.
"Mr. Rong, here." He said softly with a smile.
Rong Jing was startled by his sudden action at first, and then reacted quickly the next second.
So Xie Xuan chuckled softly, and then he saw Mr. Rong, who was always cold and dignified, with no expression of any fluctuation, had a very cold and handsome face. The blood color was reflected from the extremely white skin, and his cheeks were gradually dyed with a light pink like peach blossoms.
There was also a bit of vivid color in the amber eyes.
——But this beautiful scenery did not last long.
Calmly taking the paper and wiping off the things under his lips, Rong Jing's eyelashes trembled, and then he returned to his usual indifference: "...What's wrong?"
Could it be that the Heavenly Master cannot get any rice grains on his plate when he eats?
If it weren't for the slightly red tips of his ears, this righteous look would have been extremely convincing.
However, Xie Xuanqing always gave face to Mr. Rong, so he naturally would not expose him at this time.
Slowly putting down the hand that had just been used, Xie Xuanqing's eyes were still on his face, but he said very seriously: "...Nothing."
Rong Jing: “…”
Master Rong had never experienced such an embarrassing situation before. He stared at Xie Xuanqing coldly for a while. When he saw the emotions hidden in the other's eyes, he subconsciously withdrew his gaze: "Hmm."
Seeing this, Xie Xuanqing felt a little helpless. He lowered his eyes to suppress the emotions in his eyes, and moved his fingertips lightly, only to see Rong Jing pick up the chopsticks again and continue to lower his head to eat the food he brought.
That bit of unwillingness was suddenly wiped out by the other party's action.
Xie Xuanqing felt that he seemed to be pursuing the hopeless love of God, but at the same time he was happy to do so.
...Especially at the end, when Rong Jing carefully drank the stew he brought and spoke to him with a calm but serious expression, he felt even more happy.
"The soup is delicious." Rong Jing said.
Xie Xuan sighed in his heart, but a smile appeared on his lips: "As long as Mr. Rong likes it."
"Yeah." Rong Jing nodded slightly, and after replying as usual, he looked at his expression and pursed his lips and said, "You can also bring a bowl for yourself next time."
Xie Xuanqing's eyes lit up when he heard this.
He looked at Rong Jing quietly for a while, and when he spoke again, his voice was inexplicably hoarse: "I understand, sir."
Rong Jing lowered his eyes indifferently, avoiding his gaze.
He didn't know whether his choice today was correct, but...
Perhaps it was because he was stimulated by the memories he saw in his split soul, or perhaps it was because today's chicken soup was indeed too delicious, Rong Jing was rarely shaken.
Maybe he should try it himself instead of just dismissing it outright.
The head of the Xie family, who has always been very good at pushing forward his own ideas, showed great patience at this time.
He looked at Master Rong, who was sitting in front of him with an indifferent expression but had turned his eyes away. He did not rush to continue his attack. Instead, he suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and started talking about other topics.
After casually talking about the recent controversy surrounding the Xie Group, Xie Xuanqing looked at Rong Jing and suddenly asked, "Sir, are you planning to go to Southern Province next?"
The special department would not specifically reveal the news to Xie Xuanqing, but because of Xie Xuanqing's murderous aura, some things would not be deliberately concealed.
For example, regarding the holiday villa incident, since Xie Xuanzhong was involved and could even be considered one of the masterminds, after the special department had interrogated Xie Xuanzhong, they discovered that some of the plans also involved Xie Xuanqing's personal safety, so naturally they had to tell him.
Xie Xuanqing was able to develop the Xie Group to its current scale, so he is certainly not a stupid person.
On the contrary, his sense of smell for things was extremely sharp, and the few words leaked from the special department, plus his understanding of Rong Jing, were enough for him to guess Rong Jing's thoughts and the actions he might take next.
When Rong Jing heard his question, he did not refute it, but just raised his eyes slightly and said "hmm".
The crew will be done with filming in about two weeks, and by that time, the special department should have gained a firm foothold in Southern Province.
When Rong Jing felt that the gloomy aura was trying to stop him from continuing his divination, he decided to go to Southern Province.
After experiencing the holiday villa again, the memories retrieved from the split soul and the information dug out from Xie Xuanzhong by the special department made Rong Jing more determined to go to Southern Province.
Regardless of the reason why that soul fragment took in Xie's bloodline, Rong Jing always felt that the other party seemed to have a bigger plan.
After all, if one wants to create a physical body out of thin air by only gathering vitality and luck, it would be extremely difficult to succeed even if Rong Jing took action.
But if the other party has other support, then it will be very different.
Rong Jing vaguely felt that the other party's hidden trump card was most likely related to Xie Xuanqing - or Xie Chong.
Rong Jing couldn't help but frown. He really didn't understand what Xie Chong had done back then to make the other party so obsessed with him and to make Xie Xuanqing's fate in this life become so drastically different.
With many doubts in his mind, Rong Jing thought about the place in Southern Province that the hexagram pointed to at that time, which was inevitable.
When Xie Xuanqing got his answer and saw the slightly cold look on his face, he knew that he had made up his mind.
He did not raise any objection to Rong Jing's choice. He just looked at Rong Jing deeply and said in a low and serious tone: "If you insist on going, please take care of yourself first, and then deal with those things."
Even though Xie Xuanqing was not from the world of metaphysics, he would never think that there was no danger at all in a place that was guarded so strictly by a special department.
Although Rong Jing's strength far exceeds that of other Heavenly Masters, and Lan Qinghong and others were directly crushed by him in the beginning, it is precisely because of this that Lan Qinghong and others may not necessarily bear a grudge against him.
And Southern Province is the base camp of the Blue and Yellow families. Xie Xuanqing cannot and should not stop Rong Jing, but he can advise him to take care of himself first.
His voice was not loud and only reached Rong Jing's ears.
But the emotions contained in it were too complicated. Rong Jing raised his eyes and looked at him, then nodded: "Yeah."
He has always been a man who keeps his promises. Now that he has agreed to Xie Xuanqing's request, he will definitely do it in the future.
Xie Xuanqing also knew his temperament. After hearing his affirmative answer, a smile appeared in his eyes, making his cold brows look a little brighter.
Although they were speechless, the atmosphere between them was not awkward.
Rong Jing touched the phone with his fingertips, and then he seemed to remember something, and said lightly: "There is a good time during the Qingming Festival in a few days. When you visit your ancestors' graves, you might as well ask someone to repair them."
Xie Xuan's eyes moved slightly, and then he responded with "Okay".
After staying in the crew for a while, and seeing that most of the staff had finished their meals and resumed their activities, Xie Xuanqing also stood up and said goodbye.
But he didn't expect that after he stood up, Rong Jing also stood up.
As if sensing his surprise, Master Rong pursed his lips and said calmly, "I'll take you out."
Xie Xuanqing: Does happiness come so suddenly?
After returning to the car, Xie Xuanqing saw Rong Jing standing in front of the abandoned hospital through the car window.
Slender and perfectly proportioned, as aloof as a god, and as ruthless as a god.
Now, the ruthless god has finally begun to respond to his believers.
With a determined smile on his lips, Xie Xuanqing watched Rong Jing turn around and go back. He slowly withdrew his gaze until even his shadow could no longer be seen.
"Go back to the company."
The driver responded, "Yes, sir."
After the big meal, the crew started filming again and the progress was very smooth.
Rong Jing took two days off. At first, he couldn't get into the right state, but after meeting Xie Xuanqing, he felt a little anxious, so he simply suppressed all his emotions and immersed himself in the script.
He had confronted the evil spirit face to face in the basement, and finally used the soul-searching technique to directly search the memory of that split soul.
After he suppressed all other feelings, Qiao Wangzhi's emotions resonated with the emotions of the evil ghost he felt at that time and the memory of the split soul.
Greedy and gloomy, with an uncomfortable and cold feeling.
Rong Jing quietly felt this emotion, and when he opened his eyes again, his amber eyes were filled with a kind smile, but a closer look was creepy.
Mu Yunzhou was about to look for him to act, but he paused and then walked over as if nothing had happened.
It's not that he didn't notice the interaction between Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing before, but he advised himself to let it go, but it's very difficult to control emotions. He is just trying his best to restrain his admiration for Rong Jing, but he dare not show it in front of Rong Jing.
"Teacher Rong?" Mu Yunzhou glanced at Rong Jing, then lowered his head to look at the script, "Is it convenient? Let's go over this scene?"
This scene is the climax of the whole movie. It is the battle of strength and psychology between a man and a ghost after the Taoist priest Zhong Yingxian exposes the true identity of the evil ghost Qiao Wangzhi.
It was also in this battle that, because of Qiao Wangzhi's slight contempt for Zhong Yingxian, Zhong Yingxian finally caught his weakness, and finally his ghost power was completely destroyed, and his soul was scattered in the hands of Zhong Yingxian and the state departments.
This part is not very difficult for Mu Yunzhou, but it is a bit challenging for Rong Jing.
So after hearing Mu Yunzhou's intention, Rong Jing blinked, nodded and said calmly: "Okay."
Mu Yunzhou smiled slightly, then took the script, moved another chair over and sat down.
He didn't dare sit too close, but he couldn't be too far away during the performance.
From the corner of his eye he could clearly see Rong Jing's long, dense eyelashes drooping when he lowered his head, and Mu Yunzhou forced himself to look away.
During the scene, Mu Yunzhou pointed out a problem that Rong Jing had, and then couldn't help laughing and said, "Teacher Rong's acting skills have improved a lot compared to before."
When director Liu Zheng was arranging Rong Jing's role, he had to make some adjustments based on Rong Jing's personality. But now in this "Poppy", Rong Jing's performance is much better.
Rong Jing raised his eyes and looked at him, his gaze swept across his face, then retracted his gaze and replied lightly: "Yes. Thank you also for Mr. Mu's guidance."
His advice... I guess so. Mu Yunzhou smiled and thought, it was not bad to have such an involvement with Rong Jing.
The stagehand called out from not far away, and Mu Yunzhou picked up the script, then stood up and followed the stagehand to the dressing room to touch up his makeup again.
Rong Jing glanced at his departing figure, but slowly withdrew his gaze.
He carried a trace of the aura of destiny that was similar to that of Sang Lianyun and Cheng Yuan, but that aura was too faint and had not yet sprouted.
But there was a hint of it after all, indicating that Mu Yunzhou's true love had appeared, but it would take some time for the two to be together.
Rong Jing usually wouldn't look at it so carefully, but Mu Yunzhou did have a kind of cooperative friendship with him. Rong Jing had no romantic feelings for him, so naturally he hoped that he could find his true love.
Recovering her thoughts, Rong Jing followed the crew to touch up her makeup, and then continued filming.
The filming continued for a few days. On the afternoon before Qingming Festival, Sang Lianyun clapped his hands, called everyone over, and announced the next two days of holidays.
In the eyes of Chinese people of this era, Qingming Festival is as important as the New Year every year. As usual, Sang Lianyun repeated his plans after returning from the holiday and raised his hand to let everyone go.
During this holiday, he and Cheng Yuan will also go back to pay respects to their ancestors.
It's just that it may be a little busier than in previous years.
After all, now that they have communicated with each other, it is time for them to report the news to each other's ancestors.
Everyone in the crew had their own place to go, but Rong Jing was truly alone.
Walking out of the set with his phone in hand, Rong Jing paused and saw a familiar car parked nearby.
As if aware of his gaze, the black window of the car slowly fell down, revealing the face of Xie Xuanqing in the driver's seat.
"Sir." The Xie Group was also on holiday today. Xie Xuanqing was not wearing the high-end custom-made suits as usual, but a light gray sweatshirt. His slightly long hair fell on his forehead, making him look like a stern-looking college student.
Rong Jing rarely saw him dressed like this, so he was a little uncomfortable with it.
Blinking, he walked over.
"It just so happens that I have a holiday, so I came to see you off in person." Xie Xuan smiled slightly, "Just consider it as... thanking Mr. Rong for his concern in the past on behalf of my ancestors."
Rong Jing:?
He also didn't know why his reminder to Xie Xuanqing could express his original intention in this way... He didn't know how to describe it.
After a moment of silence, Rong Jing took a step back, did not open the passenger door, but sat in the back seat.
Xie Xuanqing vaguely guessed that he had missed something: "..."
After laughing for a moment, Xie Xuanqing stopped talking and drove seriously.
He said that he personally sent Rong Jing back, and there was no falsehood in it.
The car just turned a few more corners on the way and stopped in front of the restaurant.
After having dinner together, Xie Xuanqing put the packed crab meat dumplings on the passenger seat, and then drove towards the community where Rong Jing lived.
"Mr. Rong." When Rong Jing got off the car, Xie Xuanqing suddenly called him again.
Rong Jing glanced back calmly, and heard Xie Xuan whisper, "Good night."
Rong Jing thought he wanted to say something important, but when he heard it, he nodded slightly.
After his figure disappeared in the corridor of the community, Xie Xuanqing gently added: "Also, I like you."
The cold crescent moon quietly hung in the dark blue night sky. Someone downstairs in the community was holding an iron basin and lighting incense, candles and paper money in it.
A faint smell of smoke came, and Rong Jing looked at the ghosts that had not yet reincarnated but were attracted by the thoughts of their descendants, and walked into the elevator calmly.
However, thinking of the original owner who had already passed away, Rong Jing still burned three incense sticks for him after returning home.
The faint power of thought and spiritual energy is transmitted to the soul that has already reincarnated through the incense.
The child rolled to the edge of the sofa and was about to fall down. He vaguely felt that he seemed to be gently supported by an invisible hand. Then, the familiar breath of his mother came hurriedly and carefully helped him back to the stroller.
"Why is the baby on the sofa? Where's auntie?"
The child didn't understand anything, but he pointed to the room.
A great disaster was thus avoided.
Rong Jing felt the faint breath of heaven coming in the air, raised his eyes, and did not look away.
However, the thunder never fell in the end. After appearing briefly in the air, it soon disappeared completely.
Seeing this, Rong Jing slowly frowned.
The way of heaven... seems to be a little off.
Three streams of green smoke rose up. Rong Jing looked in the direction of the smoke for a few times before looking away.
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