Chapter 388 Hiss, my face hurts a little
Seeing that no one reacted for a long time, Ye Wanxi frowned slightly and called out, "Director Jiao?"
Director Jiao suddenly woke up, but still swallowed hard and said timidly, "This...this will do."
"Well, try again."
"Oh, okay, I'll try, I'll try."
Director Jiao took the incense from the stagehand, bowed respectfully, and then placed it back into the incense burner.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats, their eyes following the three sticks of incense.
Fortunately, this time the incense didn't break and successfully went into the incense burner.
Before everyone could rejoice, a strong gust of wind suddenly swept by.
The incense has gone out!
Everyone: "..."
Director Jiao: QAQ!
The biting north wind howled past, carrying away the last bit of cigarette smoke, inexplicably evoking a sense of mockery: Ha!
Ye Wanxi: "..." Oh ho, this god is quite arrogant?
"Little Ye..." Director Jiao pitifully approached again. He thought that the fact that the incense hadn't burned out during the second pilgrimage was already thanks to Ye Wanxi.
However, the incense constantly going out was not a good omen, so they had no choice but to ask Ye Wanxi for help again.
"...It's no use begging me. Maybe you bowed incorrectly just now, and that made them unhappy. Why don't you bow more carefully and reflect on your actions?"
"Will this work?"
Ye Wanxi looked up to the sky and sighed, "Let's try anything, even if it's a dead horse."
Director Jiao: QAQ!
The mission failed miserably, and Director Jiao squatted pitifully to the side amidst the dark clouds and sudden rain, looking extremely bleak.
The assistant director stepped forward and tentatively suggested, "Why don't you, Wanxi, offer the first incense stick?"
"!"
Director Jiao suddenly came back to life and grabbed Ye Wanxi's hand: "How come I didn't think of that? Come, come, Xiao Ye, you light the first incense stick."
"..." I endured too much on my first day with the crew.
"...That's against the rules."
"What rules? I am the rule here. You can pray as I please, and no one will dare to say anything. Hurry up, don't delay the auspicious time."
Ye Wanxi thought to herself, "The auspicious time is long, how can it be so easy to be delayed?" But she was still forced to put incense and push forward.
Ye Wanxi looked at the incense burner in front of her, took a deep breath, murmured a few auspicious words, bowed with the incense sticks, and stepped forward.
As soon as she moved, everyone craned their necks to look.
This time, the incense fell safely into the incense burner, and no wind was felt.
"It's done, it's done?" Director Jiao stared intently at the three incense sticks, so excited he almost jumped up on the spot.
No sooner had he finished speaking than another gust of wind blew by.
Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and the gust of wind made them feel incredibly cold.
However, this gust of wind did not extinguish the three incense sticks as before, but instead stirred up the wisps of white smoke on them.
Everyone just watched as the white smoke twisted and turned upwards, like it was dancing, and it was visibly... joyful.
Everyone: "..." Holy crap, there's even this kind of thing!
Assistant Director: "..." In this day and age, even gods judge by their appearance?
Director Jiao, who recently suffered two accidents, said: "..." Thank you, I feel double-standardized.
Ye Wanxi was also somewhat surprised to see this scene. After realizing what was happening, she bowed twice more towards the incense burner.
"Okay, this should work this time."
"I know it's okay without you saying it." Director Jiao glanced at Ye Wanxi with utter resentment before lighting the second incense stick.
Sure enough, this time, the incense didn't burn out or go out, and everything was calm and peaceful, as expected.
Director Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, stepped aside, and let the other staff members and artists come forward.
The previous situation did not recur, and everyone successfully completed the pre-production blessing ceremony.
But after that recent ordeal, everyone's gaze towards Ye Wanxi has changed.
Director Jiao was a big believer in these things. After the opening ceremony was completed, he immediately found Ye Wanxi, wanting to say something, but not knowing how to say it.
Just then, the sky suddenly darkened.
Director Jiao froze, and when he looked up, he saw several large patches of gray clouds drifting over from somewhere, obscuring the originally clear blue sky and the bright sunshine that would last for a few minutes.
Director Jiao's mouth involuntarily opened wide enough to fit a small egg.
Those staff members who had recently criticized Ye Wanxi stared wide-eyed in surprise, looking as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
Before long, a fine drizzle, like silk threads, began to fall from the sky. It was light but dense, and in a short while, it covered people's faces with a layer of water droplets.
Director Jiao and the others: Ouch, my face hurts a little!
Seeing this, Yun Youna was the happiest person.
"It's raining! It's really raining! I told you Wanxi was right, but you wouldn't believe me. Director Jiao, Director Jiao, look, it's really raining."
Ye Wanxi: "..." You didn't say that not long ago.
Director Jiao: "..." (I'm questioning my existence, please don't mention it.)
Yun Yuna reached out to catch the drizzle that was falling, and wanted to run forward happily, but Zhang Yitao pulled her back.
"You've already done your makeup and changed your clothes, and you still went out to get soaked in the rain? You're really something."
Ye Wanxi, who was standing to the side, twitched her lips slightly upon seeing this. Sure enough, it was not an illusion; this brother-in-law acted just like her father.
Other artists and staff members who were unaware of the matter gathered together and whispered among themselves as they watched the light drizzle falling from the sky and then contacted Yun Yuna.
Soon, everyone learned the whole story, and their surprise at Ye Wanxi deepened. Some even began to get restless.
An elderly man with gray hair turned to his old friend and said cautiously, "Old Xiang, would you like to..."
The old man on the other side of the old man chimed in, "That's right, Old Xiang, I've heard of this kid too. He seems to have real skills. Why don't you... give it a try and have your fortune told?"
The old man, known as Lao Xiang, was a small, thin man with white hair and dark skin. He looked gloomy and at first glance resembled a villain from a fairy tale, which was somewhat frightening.
Grandpa Xiang was silent for a moment, then shook his head.
“This…” The old friends exchanged glances and hesitated, “Are you worried about the money? It’s only a few hundred, it’s not expensive, I’ll cover it for you.”
"I can pay for it for you. If you feel bad about it, invite me to your house for a meal another day. I've been admiring your cooking skills for so long."
Everyone knew about their old friend's situation and assumed he was afraid of wasting money, so they all wanted to pay for him.
Fearing that this might hurt his self-esteem, they even found a way to repair it for him.
Grandpa Xiang knew they were doing it for his own good, and although he was a little uneasy and unwilling, he still gritted his teeth and went over.
Ye Wanxi was taken aback when she saw an elderly man run up to her. She paused for a moment, then politely greeted him, "Hello, Grandpa Xiang."
Grandpa Xiang looked surprised: "You know me?"
"I've heard of you."
"I see." Grandpa Xiang looked flustered. "I came to ask you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Ye Wanxi raised her hand to interrupt him: "Wait, you don't need to consult me."
(End of this chapter)
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