Chapter 191 A Misunderstanding
Su Man had a blank expression on her face. She took a step to the side and put some distance between them.
Fang Zhiming didn't mind, but greeted her: "I didn't expect that the wives of wealthy families also eat oden."
"I didn't expect that our Director Fang also eats oden." Su Man counterattacked.
Only the waiter who served them the oden muttered to himself: What did I do to offend anyone with the oden? It's so delicious.
Su Man took her own oden, paid the bill, and walked out immediately.
He walked very quickly, not wanting to stay with Fang Zhiming for even a second longer.
But Fang Zhiming still caught up.
He had a slightly hunched back due to long-term desk work, but he was not short in height. His long legs could take two or three steps for each of Su Man's steps.
"Suman." He called her.
Suman could no longer pretend to be deaf and stopped.
Fang Zhiming was holding a bucket of oden and had a messy hair on his head, which looked a bit funny.
When he left the theater, he was just a literary and artistic man.
Correspondingly, he no longer had the oppressive aura he had in the dance troupe, and Su Man began to like him a little more.
"What's wrong, Director Fang?"
Fang Zhiming looked at her, took two breaths, and finally calmed down his breathing. He asked, "Do you really dislike me so much?"
His tone didn't sound like a question, but surprisingly, it was friendly.
Su Man was quite confused.
It’s not the first day that she dislikes Fang Zhiming. Did he only find out today?
"You just realized it?" Su Man thought so and said it out loud.
Fang Zhiming was stunned and suddenly burst into laughter.
Su Man was even more confused.
He laughed enough and straightened up, holding his waist. "You don't even want to pretend."
He did not feel offended, but instead found Su Man interesting.
Su Man also thought he was a strange man.
Fang Zhiming said, "To answer your very direct question just now, it's not the first day I discovered this, but I didn't want to ask before, and I didn't bother to ask. But now, I suddenly want to ask. Is this reason valid?"
Su Man took advantage of the situation and said, "Director Fang, you haven't been very kind to me either. Didn't you coldly reject my request to participate in the dance drama?"
"This is a matter of principle. You can't drag down the entire dance troupe because of one person." Fang Zhiming's expression became more serious, but he no longer had the aggressiveness he had before.
"I understand. I accept it."
Su Man turned around and continued walking forward, but she slowed down her pace, which also meant that she accepted to walk with Fang Zhiming.
Fang Zhiming followed, "But..."
"but?"
"Looking at how far you've come in terms of practice, it's not impossible for you to catch up with the team if you're really willing to be the supporting actor."
Su Man stopped and stared with wide eyes: "Really?!"
"Of course. I'll announce the news to everyone tomorrow."
Su Man had originally given up hope, but she was still somewhat happy to get this result.
But soon, her excitement faded, "Forget it."
"Why? Haven't you always wanted to take part in this show?"
"But I don't practice extra every day just to change your mind."
Fang Zhiming was puzzled: "Then why do you work overtime and sweat profusely every day?"
"I simply want to make up for my shortcomings. You pointed out my mistakes before, and I accepted them. Once I accept my mistakes, I must correct them."
Fang Zhiming shook his head: "My friends say I'm stubborn, but I didn't expect you to be even more stubborn than me."
"Besides, I don't want you to let me take part just because you think I'm hardworking and diligent."
"That's not true." Fang Zhiming waved his hand. "Don't think I'm too kind. I'm just looking for a replacement for the team."
It was Suman's turn to be speechless.
He is also quite direct.
"This time, it's my turn to ask you to play the supporting role in "Rose." Fang Zhiming said solemnly.
Su Man opened her mouth, but no syllable came out.
This is a matter of time.
"Okay, I'll think about it." She pretended to be proud.
Fang Zhiming grinned twice again, "Okay, I'll think about it."
The two walked side by side for a while. Fang Zhiming had already arrived at the theater, but he did not go back. Instead, he accompanied Su Man to wait for a taxi.
It was already late and the subway and buses had stopped running.
Suman takes a taxi home every day.
She asked Fang Zhiming, "Are you taking a taxi home with me? Aren't you not at the theater tonight?"
Fang Zhiming shook his head. "It's still more comfortable to stay in the theater. It doesn't matter whether I go home or not."
"and you……"
"I'm here to accompany you! It's not safe for a woman like you to wait for a bus on the roadside at night." Fang Zhiming said with some embarrassment, but pretended to be proud.
Su Man didn't expect that Fang Zhiming came to accompany her.
To ease the awkwardness, Fang Zhiming changed the subject: "You're quite amazing. Given your circumstances, you shouldn't be taking the subway to and from get off work every day. Why don't you drive yourself?"
"I can't be treated specially," said Suman.
Fang Zhiming also understood.
Most of the people in the dance troupe also take the subway to and from get off work.
Su Man wants to integrate with everyone and adapt to local customs.
In this regard, Suman does have some skills.
The two stood on the street in silence for a while, and Fang Zhiming suddenly said, "In that case, let's reconcile."
"Huh?" Su Man was puzzled.
"Don't go against me anymore, I can't take it anymore." Fang Zhiming raised his hand.
Su Man found it a little funny. When they met in private, Fang Zhiming seemed quite down-to-earth.
"Okay, we're reconciled," she said.
Fang Zhiming extended his hand toward her.
Suman smiled strangely and asked, "Is this a ceremony of reconciliation?"
"It's a sense of ritual!" Fang Zhiming stretched his hand in front of her again.
Su Man was about to shake her hand when a figure quickly walked over and swung a fist towards Fang Zhiming's face.
"Ouch!" Fang Zhiming was beaten and took two steps back. He immediately covered his face with his hands, unable to get up due to the pain.
Su Man was startled, thinking that she had encountered some bandits in the middle of the night.
As a result, the black shadow pulled Su Man over and asked, "Are you okay?"
Su Man looked up and found that it was Xiao Beisheng who came.
"Why are you here?" She was a little surprised.
Xiao Beisheng frowned. "If it wasn't me, who else do you think it was? Did that scoundrel just now try to molest you?"
Su Man felt a little overwhelmed for a moment, "You misunderstood, he is the director and artistic director of our dance troupe, he is waiting for the car with me here. But you, why did you come here suddenly?"
"I got home and found that you were not home yet, so I wanted to come pick you up. I called your phone just now and you didn't answer. I thought you had encountered something."
"Oh, maybe I was on mute and forgot to turn on the sound, so I didn't get the call."
Xiao Beisheng looked at Fang Zhiming and said, "Sorry, I misunderstood."
He said sorry, but his attitude was still cold and arrogant. There was a wary and suspicious light in his eyes as he looked at Fang Zhiming secretly.
A lump the size of an egg soon appeared on Fang Zhiming's cheekbone.
He stood up, and the moment he saw Xiao Beisheng, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
But soon, the sinister and vicious aura disappeared. He closed his eyes, rubbed his cheekbones, and turned into the somewhat arrogant and down-to-earth literary youth again: "Su Man, has your husband practiced his skills? I feel like my face is about to be crooked."
"I'm sorry..." Su Man apologized as if she had hit Fang Zhiming herself.
"It's okay, it's okay. Your husband is concerned about you." Fang Zhiming turned to Xiao Beisheng and extended his hand. "Hello, I'm Su Man's superior, the director of the dance troupe, the artistic director, and the overall stage planner. I'm Fang Zhiming. 'The soundless grass and trees, the rustling wind.'"
"Xiao Beisheng." Xiao Beisheng's self-introduction was very simple. Just three words were enough to carry weight and no further elaboration was needed.
He shook it back, his knuckles firm and strong.
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