Nan Xian was stunned for a moment, then quickly got up.
"No problem at all, please have a seat, Teacher Xiao!"
Xiao Jianfeng thanked her, sat down opposite her, and ordered his food smoothly.
Nan Xian watched his actions, then glanced at her own plate, unsure whether she should continue eating.
Did I feel... a little rude?
Xiao Jianfeng noticed her embarrassment and smiled with narrowed eyes: "Don't worry about me, you can continue eating."
Ah, she really is a beautiful and kind-hearted senior!
Nan Xian nodded and lowered her head to eat her meal.
It's peak dining time now, and the kitchen seems overwhelmed; Xiao Jianfeng's meal is still nowhere to be seen.
While drinking water, Nan Xian glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.
He doesn't have the habit of using his phone, and while waiting for his food, he kept looking out the window, seemingly deep in thought.
Xiao Jianfeng's profile is more attractive than his front view, perhaps because of his exceptionally prominent nose.
"As bright as the sun and moon entering one's bosom," she suddenly recalled this line of poetry from "A New Account of Tales of the World," praising Xiahou Xuan, a famous scholar of the Wei and Jin dynasties.
Her gaze slowly descended, and she noticed that he was holding a string of Buddhist prayer beads in his hand.
The prayer beads are clearly quite old; they have a warm, lustrous sheen, indicating they've been handled frequently.
Indeed, at this moment, Xiao Jianfeng's right thumb and forefinger were rhythmically twisting the prayer beads.
Is Xiao Jianfeng a Buddhist?
The question had barely popped into his mind when Xiao Jianfeng suddenly moved.
Nan Xian was startled and hurriedly looked away.
"I heard you were stranded on a deserted island. How are you feeling?"
She put down her cup. "It's all better now, thank you for your concern, Teacher Xiao."
Xiao Jianfeng: "You don't need to be so polite to me—you graduated from the Imperial Film Academy, right? I taught you a few classes, so you can just call me teacher."
Nan Xian was slightly surprised, not expecting him to remember this. "You have a good memory."
"Yes, I still remember you. You were called up on stage to act with me, and you were so nervous that you forgot to blink, staring at me the whole time." He tilted his head, a slightly meaningful smile playing on his lips. "So many years have passed, and you're still very nervous now."
Caught off guard by the memory of her embarrassing past, Nan Xian blushed with embarrassment as she thought of her shy and awkward self back then.
But because of his sudden revelation, her nervousness and unease miraculously dissipated.
She coughed lightly and said half-jokingly, "Teacher, you are a top figure in the industry. I would say I grew up watching your work, but I have always regarded you as a benchmark. Suddenly sitting at the same table with a benchmark, I am afraid that I might say or do something wrong and upset you."
Xiao Jianfeng shook his head helplessly and said, "I'm not some monster, you don't need to be afraid of me, relax."
“Yes, teacher.” Nan Xian immediately slumped her shoulders dramatically. “I’m relaxed.”
Xiao Jianfeng was taken aback, but then he was amused and lowered his eyes to chuckle.
His smile was warm and inviting, like the midday sun in winter, and his laughter was as melodious as the sound of a guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument).
Nan Xian felt as if a gentle spring breeze had brushed against her cheek, and she was instantly intoxicated.
She couldn't help but stare at him in a daze.
The waiter's actions in serving the dishes blocked her view, and she was suddenly brought back to her senses from "Drunken Spring Breeze".
Realizing her rude behavior, she lowered her head guiltily and embarrassed.
What's wrong with me lately? I keep thinking about random things...
Just as I was lost in thought, my phone suddenly vibrated.
It was a text message from Yao Mingke.
【Holy crap, you and Xiao Jianfeng???】
Nan Xian turned her head slightly and saw Yao Mingke craning his neck to look in their direction.
The two looked at each other, and Yao Mingke pointed subtly at her and Xiao Jianfeng, made a heart shape with her hands, and then blinked in confusion.
Nan Xian glared at her and then lowered her head to type.
What are you thinking! We just happened to run into each other, let's just share a table!
Yao Mingke raised an eyebrow with interest after seeing the reply.
Nan Xian was sitting in a spot next to a screen, which blocked her view of the other side of the hall, but she could see everything very clearly from her side.
There are still plenty of empty seats.
Xiao Jianfeng's motives were clearly impure.
He Mingxiao, Yu Lin, Xiao Jianfeng...tsk tsk tsk, my future little sister is really something—
Yao Mingke stroked his chin and gave a sly, mischievous grin.
Hearing the laughter, Nan Yi looked up and saw her expression, and couldn't help but ask, "Is something making you happy?"
Yao Mingke, with a serious expression and without blushing or panting, made up a story: "I suddenly remembered a book I'm currently following. It's about three men pursuing one woman. The first man is domineering and assertive, the second man is innocent and cute, and the third man is gentle and gentlemanly. I wonder which one will win her over?"
Nan Yi wasn't interested in the topic. He peeled a shrimp and held it to her lips, saying, "Eat more, you're too thin."
Yao Mingke happily accepted the feeding.
**
On the other side, Nan Xian and Xiao Jianfeng had also finished eating.
Xiao Jianfeng showed no sign of leaving, and Nan Xian felt embarrassed to get up.
He asked, "Do you have any plans for your next film?"
Nan Xian nodded: "Yes, I'd like to try Xianxia (fantasy/martial arts)."
He raised an eyebrow slightly and smiled.
"Actually, I wanted to mention this when I first met you. The drama I'm currently filming is missing a role, about one or two episodes' worth of screen time. Would you be willing to give it a try?"
Nan Xian's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this.
Xiao Jianfeng is currently filming a TV series called "Borrowing the East Wind," a big-budget production costing hundreds of millions of yuan, featuring a famous director and screenwriter, a star-studded cast, and a cast so impressive it's dazzling.
She once heard Yao Mingke complain that when she auditioned for the role of the eighth female lead, there were at least a thousand people present, and two second-tier actresses even got into a fight over the order of audition, which was quite a scene.
Only a fool would pass up the opportunity to appear in a show that's bound to be a huge hit!
Nan Xian immediately sat up straight and nodded vigorously, "I do!"
Xiao Jianfeng then continued, "I am the villain in the play, and this character is my maid, who does shady things for me, and her death is quite tragic, so—"
Many actors are reluctant to play villains because they'll be criticized if they play them poorly, and even more so if they play them well...
"Teacher, I've always wanted to try playing a villainous role. I'll definitely do my best if I get the chance!" Nan Xian looked directly at him seriously, her tone full of solemnity.
Xiao Jianfeng stared at her for a while, then slowly raised his eyebrows.
"Okay, I'll talk to the director about it. Wait for my good news."
That's settled.
Nan Xian was overjoyed, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she stood up and bowed to him at a ninety-degree angle.
Xiao Jianfeng also stood up, helped her up, and said gently, "I told you there's no need to be so polite. I'll be going now. See you later."
She couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "She really is a kind and considerate senior."
"Okay! Take care, teacher!"
As she watched his figure disappear through the door, Nan Xian's heart still pounded with excitement.
"Borrowing the East Wind"...that's the "Borrowing the East Wind" that drew massive audiences upon its release and was hailed as the most outstanding historical epic in Chinese film and television in recent decades...
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