Chapter 346 (1)
The last episode has arrived as promised.
Although all the guests started to get busy with their work and careers after leaving the sanatorium, they did not forget to set aside time for the day of filming and gathered in a small courtyard in the old town of Binhai City.
They didn't treat this as work at all, but rather a gathering of friends to take a break from their busy schedule.
Annan had just finished a business negotiation. He hadn't slept much for several days and as soon as he left the office building, he was so sleepy that he yawned.
His new agent asked with concern, "If you are really tired, why don't you take a rest today and go to the shoot later? You can catch up on some sleep first."
An Nanyuan waved his hand and said with rabbit-like eyes: "No, don't worry, there are no outsiders over there during the filming, and it's the same if I sleep at Brother Yan's house."
"I have finally found time. If I am late, I will definitely be laughed at by others, especially that star."
When An Nanyuan thought of Lu Xingxing and other friends, he couldn't stop laughing.
Lu Xingxing had only recovered for two days when he seemed to have forgotten the pain and was full of energy again. Almost everyone knew that he was back and he became a familiar face in front of everyone.
Because of his previous injuries, it was a miracle that he survived, and of course he could not be asked to work. Therefore, he was the one with the most free time during the New Year. Apart from helping Haiyun Temple with chores, there was nothing else to do.
Even so, although the Taoist priests of Haiyun Temple did not say it, they secretly felt sorry for Xingxing and did not let him do too much work. The tasks he had were not even as many as those of the little Taoist boy.
Therefore, Lu Xingxing, who was claiming to be recuperating from his injuries but was actually having fun, went to visit his friends one by one. He visited each of Bai Shuang, An Nanyuan and the others, and quickly established a good relationship with their colleagues. It only took him five minutes to go from being strangers to good brothers.
Many directors and staff members praised Lu Xingxing. Even though Lu Xingxing himself didn't care, the director still promised that he would definitely work with Lu Xingxing if he had the chance.
Lu Xingxing's friends were stunned by the familiarity of this social robot, which is so good that it can be called a walking robot.
Bai Shuang even sincerely suggested to Lu Xingxing that if he didn't want to be a musician in the future, he could be a manager.
"Xingxing, have you ever considered that your talent may not be in spiritual practice or music?"
Bai Shuang asked sincerely: "But in social situations?"
This is definitely the level of a social terrorist!
No one can resist the handsome, crazy and funny Husky! No one!
Bai Shuang screamed in her heart.
God knows! Ever since Lu Xingxing came to visit her, she even had coffee, hot water, and lunch boxes delivered to her, all of which were steaming hot, so she didn't have to worry about eating cold meals in the winter.
The staff even thoughtfully helped her get a small sun to keep warm, and said with a smile that Lu Xingxing had asked her to do so, saying that Bai Shuang was a girl and could not resist the cold, so they asked her to help take care of Bai Shuang.
When Bai Shuang heard this, she wanted to rush over and hug Lu Xingxing and cry.
Lu Xingxing didn’t know what Bai Shuang was thinking. This was the most normal thing for him. Some people had heating equipment and some people needed heating - so just say something. There would be no harm in saying a few words.
After hearing Bai Shuang's suggestion, he stroked his chin, pondered for a while, and then said, "I think I might not be suitable to be an agent, right?"
Bai Shuang was confused: "Ah? You are serious?"
Lu Xingxing nodded: "After all, no star would want his agent to be more handsome and more attractive than himself?"
Bai Shuang: “…………”
Okay, it’s still the Lu Xingxing she knows, he hasn’t changed at all.
Lu Xingxing, who had relatively more free time, took the initiative to pick up his friends. He followed the program crew's car to the places where the guests were working one by one.
As soon as An Nanyuan got on the car, he saw Bai Shuang lazily eating snacks in the car. He immediately opened his arms in surprise, gave her a hug, and turned around to hug Lu Xingxing.
Bai Shuang was still wearing the long skirt that she hadn't had time to change out of. She had delicate makeup and her hair was specially styled, looking like she had just finished the final rehearsal.
But she completely let herself go in front of her friends. She was not as serious as she was in front of the camera before. Instead, she acted like she was at home with her friends, laughing and joking without caring about her image at all.
An Nanyuan was also wearing a suit and trousers covered with sequins and had his hair done. His perfect appearance as a sophisticated boy band idol made it impossible for people who were not familiar with him to imagine how he had cried so hard when he encountered a ghost before.
The work of several guests at the end of the year was concentrated in Binhai City, so the director team specially planned a route so that they could pick up each one of them after driving in a circle, and then went straight to the old city of Binhai City.
When he picked up Song Ci, he was standing downstairs of the company arguing with his brother.
——No, it should be called a one-sided lecture.
Song Ci was so angry that his fur stood on end, like a meowing angry ragdoll cat. He kept poking his brother's chest with his fingers, making his brother grimace in pain but he didn't dare to hide. He could only beg for mercy and said that he would definitely change his plans.
Several people sat in the car, amazed: "I didn't expect that the young master and his eldest master would get along like this."
Most people thought that the Song family doted on the young master as if he were their youngest son, and that all power would be given to the older brother. But they did not expect that the young master was not only held in high esteem by the whole family, but also had a high say in the company.
"Song Ci is simply not interested."
Zhang Wubing glanced out the window and understood: "He is different from me. He has no dreams and lives like a pig."
Zhang Wubing, who is in the same circle and has been envied by Song Ci for many years because of his ghost-catching physique, is very familiar with Song Ci and knows everything about the Song family.
"Although I don't like Song Ci, he always targets me. But to be fair, he is indeed very powerful."
Zhang Wubing recalled his college days and nodded, "I don't know why, but Song Ci likes ghosts and monsters. The more thrilling the place, the more he likes it. He often skipped classes and went to explore haunted houses. But even so, as long as he took the exam, he would always get a good score of almost full marks."
As soon as Zhang Wubing said this, the car was silent for a moment, and the smiles on the guests' faces dimmed a little.
Except for Zhang Wubing, they all knew why Song Ci pursued ghosts - it was for Xie Lin.
As for Zhang Wubing, he had no memory of what happened after entering the southwest, and he had no idea about Xie Lin's death and other things.
The guests had all been instructed by Yan Shixun that although they did not know the specific reason why Zhang Wubing lost his memory, they knew that Zhang Wubing did this in order to save everyone.
Now when Zhang Wubing mentioned this, although he himself felt it was a small matter, the guests always felt sad and uncomfortable, and their eyes were full of gratitude and admiration when they looked at Zhang Wubing.
"Besides, many of the Song family's business plans were finalized by him. Among the people I know, only my father can rival him in terms of his business acumen."
"But he."
Zhang Wubing paused, and said with a complicated look in his eyes: "Lazy, very lazy. Really just like that little pig without dreams, too lazy to care about anything."
As soon as he said this, Zhang Wubing suddenly felt that he seemed a little cold, and the car seemed too quiet.
He tightened his clothes and looked to the side in confusion, only to see that the guests were all looking at their noses and their noses at their hearts.
A slender figure stood quietly outside the car door.
Zhang Wubing: “…………”
What does it feel like when you say bad things about others and get caught by the person who did it QAQ.
"Song Ci, listen to me, I can explain."
Zhang Wubing desperately reached out to Song Ci, trying to restore the relationship between him and Song Ci which had just warmed up.
Song Ci crossed his arms and snorted coldly, then stepped heavily on the steps with his Martin boots to get into the car, and every step he took weighed on Zhang Wubing's uneasy heart.
"Zhang Dabing, what do you want to explain?"
He rolled his eyes and said, "You'd better just lie down. Brain-intensive work is not suitable for you. Believe me, if you need to use your brain in the future, just give up and go find Brother Yan. This way the effect will be better."
Zhang Wubing: "...I always feel like you're calling me stupid."
Young Master: "Oh, you heard it wrong."
Zhang Wubing: "??? Excuse me, did you learn this trick of treating people perfunctorily from my brother Yan?"
When it comes to matters involving Yan Shixun, Zhang Wubing becomes extremely sensitive, always worrying that someone might snatch his support away from him.
He looked Song Ci up and down, and indeed found something wrong. He immediately pointed at Song Ci's Martin boots and asked in disbelief and sadness: "Are you also imitating Brother Yan in this?"
The young master sneered: "Do you know what idol merchandise is? Brother Yan and I are wearing the same style. What's wrong? If you think it's inappropriate, then go home and beg your father to buy the entire brand."
The young master is wearing a pair of neat boots and pants and a French lace collar, drawstring puff sleeve shirt today. The Martin boots make his waist and legs look even slimmer. He looks like a bad-tempered elf sneaking out of the forest, or a pampered little French prince.
He was not in a hurry to sit down, but stood there with his arms folded, and kept talking to Zhang Wubing in a harsh tone, which made Zhang Wubing feel like crying.
Zhang Wubing: What a sin! Why did I provoke him?
"But I heard that your father has lifted the ban on you?"
The young master looked Zhang Wubing up and down and said, "When you first started your show, the Zhang family contacted all the entertainment companies and refused to help you. They wanted you to give up on your own. Although I have to admit that I was wrong sometimes. I didn't expect your show to be so popular."
Zhang Wubing puffed out his chest proudly: "That's right! Don't you see who I am? I'm a rising star in the director world!"
"Nova? I think it's Pluto. It's so cold it's deadly."
The young master sneered and brought Zhang Wubing back to his original form with just one sentence.
"However, the Zhang family recently contacted the entertainment company again, specifically stating that the Zhang family is ready to support the dream of the young master of the Zhang family and let him go to make a movie, and asked everyone to take care of him when they are free."
The young master asked in doubt, "How did you convince your father to change his mind? He is known for his stubborn temper."
Zhang Wubing was unhappy instead, and said angrily: "Bah! Who needs to rely on him? I can make a career on my own!"
Afraid that Song Ci would not believe it, Zhang Wubing deliberately added, "Really! I have already met with Director Li Xuetang, and he promised me that after the Chinese New Year, he would let me join the crew as an intern director and learn from him."
“I think if I study for a few more years, I can become a great director like Director Li.”
Zhang Wubing clenched his fist, full of morale.
Song Ci smiled and said coldly, "Are you sure you won't let Director Li's movie be a horror movie? If you want to become the greatest horror movie director, then that's possible."
Everyone in the car burst into laughter.
Zhang Wubing was so angry that he wanted to argue with Song Ci with tears in his eyes, but after holding it in for a long time, he was convinced by Song Ci and felt that what Song Ci said made a lot of sense.
Song Ci: “…………”
So I don’t like playing with fools. When I’m arguing, I suddenly feel that the other person is right. What is this???
When asked if he had a quarrel with his brother, Song Ci propped his head up with one hand and said lazily, "No, I just taught that idiot a lesson."
Everyone: ...It turns out that the Song family's eldest son, a ruthless and ruthless business upstart, is considered a fool in the eyes of the young master.
Zhang Wubing mouthed the same words silently: He thought that Brother Yan was the only one who wasn't stupid, right?
Everyone: Oh - then I understand, I am indeed one of the stupid ones.
The young master didn't see the eye contact with everyone. He sat by the car window, the winter sun shining brightly, as if a layer of gold powder was coated on his delicate and fair face, so beautiful that it seemed dreamy and unreal.
"My brother, that idiot, said he wanted to suppress the matter of Xie Lin's death, handle it secretly, and not let the media disturb him."
The young master snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "You are an idiot who won't even make money when it's right there."
Zhang Wubing: "Ah??? Xie Lin died? When did it happen?"
Everyone: “What????”
They looked at Song Ci blankly. What shocked them was not the fact that Xie Lin died, but the fact that Song Ci could talk about Xie Lin so calmly.
Over the years, Song Ci's protection of Xie Lin was genuine. When he learned of Xie Lin's death at Baizhi Lake, he was devastated and couldn't believe it.
But now, not only was there no emotion when Song Ci mentioned the name Xie Lin, his words even hinted that he was not planning to hold the funeral in secret.
This doesn't look like the young master they knew before.
Song Ci glanced at the stunned crowd and said, "Xie Lin was so cruel to me that he didn't even think of me when he died. Why should I care about him? The Song family fed him well for more than ten years, but he died before he made a penny for the Song family. The cost should be recovered, right?"
"I plan to have the Song family make a big fuss about Xie Lin's death and then put him on a pedestal."
The young master's eyebrows were cold: "Then, I want him to use this godhood that I have maintained for him to make money for me after his death."
Everyone subconsciously shrank back and finally believed what Zhang Wubing said about the young master who had a keen eye for business.
When Song Ci is kind to others, he is kind from the bottom of his heart, and he would like to use all his wealth to protect the other person.
But once someone disappoints him or betrays him, he can immediately withdraw and handle the situation coldly and inhumanely to maximize his own interests.
Before everyone could feel afraid of Song Ci, they heard Song Ci ask Zhao Zhen again: "Zhao Zhen, when you were filming martial arts movies before, were you ever deliberately made things difficult by the leading actor? I remember when you were in Jiazifen Village before, you said you had an injury on your waist. Was it a serious injury from falling off the wire during filming?"
Zhao Zhen was stunned for a moment, then nodded.
He didn't expect that Song Ci would remember all his casual words.
Before the others could figure out what Song Ci meant by asking this question, they heard Song Ci say casually: "I have helped you get revenge. You can say to your lumbar vertebrae that it can rest in peace."
“…………”
Zhao Zhen was stunned at first, then he couldn't help laughing, his eyes full of bright smiles: "What did you do to him?"
"Nothing."
Song Ci lazily propped his head up, looking sleep deprived. "His new TV series is a high-quality series invested by the Song family. How dare he play tricks on you? You can do wirework, but he actually said that he can't do it because his skin will be rubbed raw? Ha."
The young master sneered: "So I spent a lot of money to hire a martial arts instructor and asked him to hang up there for a few hours. If he can't learn it, he doesn't have to come down to eat."
Everyone: “!!!”
"And you, An Nanyuan."
The young master looked at An Nanyuan with disdain and said, "Why haven't you dealt with that little thing between you and Asia Star Entertainment? Are you eating for free?"
Although he already had an independent studio, An Nanyuan still felt the fear of being scolded by his boss. He subconsciously sat up straight, nodded obediently, and prepared to explain himself: "There are reasons for that. After all, Asia Star Entertainment is the leader..."
"The leader? Not next year."
The young master yawned, tears welling up in his eyes. "It just so happens that the Song Corporation has a project in partnership with Asia Star Entertainment, so I redeemed you. Asia Star will write off all grievances against you and will not harass you again in the future."
Annanyuan was stunned.
"Why don't you smile at me?"
The young master looked at An Nanyuan who didn't react, and wondered, "You don't like this New Year's gift?"
"No, no, no, I love it so much! Thank you, Song Ci."
An Nanyuan waved his hands quickly, his expression was moved, and he looked like he was about to cry: "I will always remember who helped me when I needed help. Song Ci, no matter what happens to you in the future, I will definitely help you!"
The young master looked at An Nanyuan with red eyes, but stepped back cautiously: "Wait! Don't rush over, don't wipe your tears on me!"
An Nanyuan paused, and then he, who had originally had no such intention, immediately cheered and rushed forward, throwing himself into a bear hug, restraining the young master's slender waist and ready to wipe his tears on him.
The young master roared in frustration, but there were bursts of non-stop laughter in the car.
Song Ci really treats the guests as his own friends. After all, it is difficult for a person to have friends who are as close as lifelong friends in this life. They have entrusted their backs and lives to each other, and have experienced life and death together, so they will never do anything bad to each other.
He thoughtfully prepared corresponding New Year gifts for everyone. When everyone heard what their gifts were, their eyes were red without exception.
Even the most stable variety show star, this chubby middle-aged comedian, cried out of breath, saying that apart from Song Ci, only his parents were so good to him.
This made the young master, who disliked warmth, go crazy, and he told everyone to stop crying.
But everyone saw that the young master was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and they all laughed and rushed towards him, quickly ruffling his hair, making him look like a ragdoll cat with its fur blown off.
When the car stopped in front of Yan Shixun's yard, he calculated the arrival time of the vehicle and walked out exactly to the second.
As a result, the first thing I saw was the young master rushing out of the car as soon as the door opened.
But when Yan Shixun saw the young master's appearance clearly, he immediately raised his eyebrows and was a little surprised.
Song Ci had very high requirements for the quality of life, and was even more strict with himself. He would never allow himself to go out with disheveled hair and untidy clothes.
But this time...
The hairstyle that Song Ci had specially done in order to meet Brother Yan, whom he respected and admired, had now become a fluffy ball of cat hair, with a few curls playfully draped over his forehead. The drawstring on his shirt collar had come undone, leaving the shirt hanging loosely on his fair and delicate shoulders. His expression was also exasperated, like a ragdoll cat that was being rubbed and made to meow because it was too cute.
"These idiots, they didn't listen even after I told them not to use my clothes to wipe their tears. Ah! I'm so mad at you."
Just as Song Ci was about to say something more, he noticed that everyone's eyes were fixed on one place.
He calmed down and looked in the direction he was looking. He saw Yan Shixun, who he had not noticed just now because he was angry. His expression suddenly became pleasantly surprised: "Brother Yan!"
"I haven't seen you for several weeks. Brother Yan, are you going to say something welcoming to me?"
The young master raised his chin proudly, like a kitten tilting its head back to have its chin scratched.
But he was worried that Yan Shixun would not welcome him, so he added: "I have been looking forward to this party for the past few weeks, looking forward to meeting Brother Yan."
Yan Shixun shook his head and chuckled: "What? Happy New Year?"
He reached out his hand and tidied up Song Ci's frizzy hair, then patted his shoulder. His magnetic voice carried a mysterious rhythm: "I wish you peace and good luck in the new year."
“This is a blessing from the avenue.”
Song Ci's eyes widened instantly.
After saying that, Yan Shixun stood up and looked at the people behind him: "Why, aren't you coming over? If you block the door, be careful that the neighbors will complain about you guys occupying the road. Don't you know that the roads in the old city are narrow?"
Upon hearing this, everyone got off the car obediently.
But after the driver drove away, everyone still crowded at the door and refused to go in, staring at Yan Shixun eagerly, as if they were expecting something.
Yan Shixun laughed: "You guys want blessings too?"
"want!"
An Nanyuan's eyes sparkled: "This is God's blessing, it's more useful than burning incense at a Taoist temple!"
Everyone didn't know that Yan Shixun had already taken on the affairs of the Great Dao. They just thought, according to their understanding, that there were so many thunder and lightning in Jiangbei, it must be because Yan Shixun ascended to become a god on the spot.
Yan Shixun was not in a position to explain the difference to them, and everyone, when it was mentioned, had an expression that said, "I understand, don't worry, I won't say anything nonsense."
One of the two people was talking about the front gate building and the other was talking about the hip axis. Unexpectedly, they hit the mark and somehow found the right topic.
Both parties felt that the other party should have understood and were very satisfied.
At this moment, everyone looked at Yan Shixun so pitifully that he suddenly felt like he was Santa Claus standing at the door handing out toys.
But the congratulatory speech has indeed been given to Song Ci, and it would not seem fair if it was not given to others.
Yan Shixun shrugged helplessly, but decided to fulfill everyone's little wish. Besides, this was what he had been hoping for.
——He hopes that all living things can be happy and safe.
The satisfied crowd finally walked into the courtyard.
Yan Shixun shook his head and said helplessly to Ye Li: "Before, I said Xiaobao was a mobile blessing robot, but I didn't expect that words can't be said carelessly. Today it's my turn."
Ye Li laughed and shook his head. While everyone was walking forward and no one was looking back at them, he walked forward, put his arms around Yan Shixun's waist, and kissed him on the forehead.
"All the kids have one, so Shi Xun should have one too, right?"
Ye Li smiled softly and said, "Then I wish my Shi Xun will always be with the Tao."
Yan Shixun: “…………”
"I don't think so! How old do you think I am?"
Yan Shixun slapped Ye Li on the chest and pushed him away: "Stay away from me! I'm not acting like a spoiled child towards you, okay?"
Ye Li spread his hands, still smiling: "In my opinion, as long as Shi Xun is by my side, it is already the best way to act like a spoiled child. There is no need for anything else."
At this time, many people looking at the yard exclaimed "Wow!"
"Brother Yan's small courtyard."
An Nanyuan looked around in a daze, almost drooling with envy: "This is great, it's like a dream yard, what do you call this? Enjoy life."
Winter should be the season when flowers, plants and trees wither, but because of the different identities of the residents in the courtyard, there are completely different phenomena.
Plum blossoms and early cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and lush vines decorate the courtyard, making it look like an isolated fairyland with a different cycle of sun, moon and stars from the human world, and as sunny as a spring day.
Jing Xiaobao was sitting on the stone table in the courtyard. He was swinging his chubby legs, propping up his cheeks and looking at the books spread out in front of him with a sad face. He couldn't help sighing while reciting the books, looking like he was worried about studying.
Next to Jing Xiaobao, there was a husky lying in the sun, its silver-gray fur sparkling in the sun. It lazily swept its big fluffy tail and knocked away Jing Xiaobao's claws that wanted to pull its fur.
The other Husky was curled up at the door of the room, looking like a retired old man walking his bird.
——Even between its two ears, there is a proud little bird standing with its head held high.
An Nanyuan kept exclaiming in amazement as he watched, saying that this was the ideal life.
"But, Brother Yan, when did you get a husky? This dog is so beautiful!"
Lu Xingxing had some doubts, but his eyes were shining as he looked at the "Husky", as if he wanted to steal one and take it home.
Everyone who heard this said: “…………”
They looked at the split-screen footage of their own live broadcast, then looked at the silly Lu Xingxing who was excited, shook their heads, and sighed, not planning to explain to him.
They can't say in front of the camera that this is a wolf, right?
Lu Xingxing didn’t know about Jiangbei’s situation. He had just recovered and this was his first time entering Yan Shixun’s house after waking up. He didn’t know that Yan Shixun brought back two majestic wild wolves from Jiangbei.
He pounced on it excitedly, hugged the Husky's thick fur and rubbed it hard, sighing with a happy look.
"This husky is so handsome, Brother Yan! How about we make a deal? You have two, how about you give me one?"
The wolf leader was very steady and swept his tail. Although he was annoyed with the cub, he still didn't drive him away. On the contrary, Lu Xingxing was so happy that he looked like a happy husky.
Upon hearing this, Yan Shixun stopped walking towards the house with the guests. He turned around and snorted at Lu Xingxing who was squatting on the ground, saying, "Ask it if it wants to. If it does, you can take it away."
"Brother Yan, you said this, you can't go back on your word!"
Lu Xingxing rubbed the "Husky" excitedly, and was already imagining the scene of herself and the dog being affectionate and loving every day in the future.
Yan Shixun smiled with a fake smile: "Yes, I said so."
Everyone who knew the situation looked at Lu Xingxing with sympathy: This unfortunate child didn't even know what a wolf was...
But Lu Xingxing had even started preparing to name the wolf leader.
“It has a name.”
Jing Xiaobao, who was reciting, puffed his cheeks unhappily and said, "It doesn't need anyone else's name."
Lu Xingxing asked quickly: "What is it called? Lightning? Red Hare? Thunder?"
Jing Xiaobao: ...What a mess?
"Woof woof."
Jing Xiaobao pointed at the wolf leader and said loudly, "It's called Wangwang, and the one over there is a dog."
Lu Xingxing: “…………”
"Your way of naming things."
He asked Jing Xiaobao in a daze, "Do you have the same inability to name syndrome as Brother Yan? Or do you have the same inability to name as Zhang Wubing's family?"
What a weird name for a dog.
Is it possible that if this dog gets lost one day, it will bark all the way in the streets? ?
Even Lu Xingxing felt that the dog's name was a bit outrageous.
But Jing Xiaobao looked like a mature adult, and as he sat on the stone bench, he had a bit of the majesty of the King of Hell.
He lowered his head and asked Lu Xingxing seriously: "What are you going to call it?"
Lu Xingxing touched his chin, pondered for a moment, and then said excitedly: "How about calling it Xingxing?"
Jing Xiaobao: ??? I think your name is not as good as mine. Who would give their name to a wolf?
"No, the stars don't sound good."
"How could that be! My name is Xingxing. I think it sounds nice."
"It's because your name is Xingxing that Xingxing doesn't sound nice."
"Xiaobao! Ah!!! You bullied me, I'm going to tell Brother Yan!"
…
In the yard, Jing Xiaobao and Lu Xingxing quickly started fighting.
The leader wolf rubbed his tail irritably, finally stood up and moved to another place to avoid being affected, then lay down again to bask in the sun.
Everyone in the room couldn't help but smile as they looked at the harmonious scene outside.
"Xingxing is not even as good as Xiaobao."
Yan Shixun snorted coldly: "Since his injury has healed, why not just start memorizing the lessons with Xiaobao from tomorrow."
Ye Li: “No, I really don’t want to agree.”
Why do I always feel like there are more and more people in my family? It’s OK to have two big sons, but why is it that even my nephew has come to join in the fun?
Ye Li felt that his plan for a world for two was shaky.
The ingredients and decorations that the guests had previously purchased have all been delivered to Yan Shixun's home, and the chefs have also been decided, which are the variety show star and Zhao Zhen.
——After all, only the food made by these two people is edible. The food made by others... that is a disaster, which will make people suddenly realize the deliciousness of instant noodles.
Therefore, after entering the yard, everyone quickly divided the work. Some took window decorations and couplets and prepared to paste them on the windows and walls.
Zhao Zhen and the variety show host checked the list of ingredients one by one, discussing which of today's recipes to cook first and which to cook later. The remaining guests who couldn't cook moved a stool and sat in the kitchen, ready to help the two chefs by washing vegetables, cutting vegetables, and passing plates.
Seeing An Nanyuan yawning all the way, everyone spontaneously left this relatively easy job to him.
"Just wash and cut the vegetables here. If Zhao Zhen calls you, just go over. Got it?"
An Nanyuan also gestured to indicate that he understood.
As a result, as soon as I lowered my head, I couldn't resist the sleepiness, and fell asleep in the warm winter sunshine with a happy little snore.
Everyone: “…………Okay.”
Seeing how tired An Nanyuan was, everyone couldn't bear to let him work anymore, so they simply let the young master take over.
As for An Nanyuan, Yan Shixun simply picked him up and carried him horizontally on the sofa to sleep.
But Zhao Zhen looked at the young master rolling up his sleeves and getting ready to start working, and walked over with some concern, asking in a low voice: "Can you do it? Have you ever cut vegetables? Don't cut your hands."
The young master was holding the kitchen knife and cutting board in deep thought, but Zhao Zhen's question instantly aroused his desire to win. He puffed out his chest and said firmly, "Of course I can!"
Zhao Zhen: "Don't be so stubborn..."
"Bah! You're the one showing off!"
Finally, Bai Shuang couldn't stand it anymore, so she rolled up her sleeves, walked over, sat on the small stool side by side with the young master, and washed the vegetables carefully.
Before everyone could feel relieved, they heard a few crisp sounds.
Looking back, Bai Shuang looked at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground and felt a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, my hand slipped and broke two of them."
Yan Shixun waved his hand and said indifferently: "I have already calculated it. Just throw it for fun. Just treat it as setting off firecrackers. May you be safe every year."
As a Taoist priest, how could he not tell fortunes? Even if it was a professional habit, he would tell fortunes anytime and anywhere, not to mention the recording of a program involving Zhang Wubing.
However, Yan Shixun's divination result showed that everything would go fine with the recording this time - except that his family would lose dozens of plates, there would be no major problems.
Yan Shixun quickly understood what was going on.
Before, Zhang Wubing always encountered ghosts. In addition to the fact that this was a defense mechanism set up by the King of Hell for himself, in which he was eaten by evil ghosts to prevent the Great Dao from seeing the plan recorded in his soul, it was also the King of Hell who was giving guidance and calculating the place that had the greatest impact on the world, and then asked Zhang Wubing to take Yan Shixun to solve it.
Now, the world has restarted, the King of Hell has completed his mission, and Zhang Wubing naturally will not encounter ghosts at will anymore.
However, Zhang Wubing's physique, which had caused him to encounter ghosts since childhood, could not be improved in a short period of time.
Yan Shixun thought so and his eyes fell on Zhang Wubing who was playing with Lu Xingxing in the yard.
"Minor illness."
He called softly, and Zhang Wubing immediately received the signal as if an antenna had been erected above his head. He quickly broke away from Jing Xiaobao and Lu Xingxing and ran towards Yan Shixun.
"What's wrong, Brother Yan?"
Zhang Wubing pointed at Lu Xingxing as if he was complaining, and said angrily: "Brother Yan, the names he gave the two wolves are really ugly! I think it would be better if I could name them."
Yan Shixun: Although I don’t have any hope, I’ll still ask.
"What's your name?"
Zhang Wubi said confidently and proudly, "One is called Ruyi, and the other is called Ping'an."
Yan Shixun: "...Your family has a tradition of naming."
Zhang Wubing scratched his head and asked embarrassedly: "Then, how about calling it Zhaocaijinbao?"
Yan Shixun slapped Zhang Wubing on the top of his head and ruffled his hair: "I don't want money, why did you give me this name?"
Zhang Wubing sniffed in grievance, thinking that the name he came up with was really nice. Why didn’t Brother Yan like it?
"What do you think of this show?"
Yan Shixun put one hand in his pocket, leaned against the wall, and asked calmly: "The mission of this program has been completed. Now it is time for you to be free to do what you want. What are your plans?"
Zhang Wubing scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "This show probably won't have a second or third season. I don't understand why, but Brother Yan, I always feel that my soul is reminding me that I should do this and must go there. But now, I don't have that feeling anymore."
"Just feel like I've completed my mission and now I'm free and light."
Zhang Wubing laughed and said, "After the Chinese New Year, I plan to learn how to make movies from Director Li Xuetang. My dad suddenly relented and said he was willing to let me make movies and that he would support me."
"He said that even if no one watched my movie, he would definitely buy a ticket to watch it himself."
Zhang Wubing clenched his fist, his fighting spirit burning: "I will definitely make a good movie that will astound my dad! Absolutely!"
Yan Shixun quietly looked at the little fool beside him, and seemed to see the figure holding a folding fan and laughing softly.
When he met 19-year-old Zhang Wubing
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