Chapter 10 Chapter 10 That Cold Buddhist Son
but.
Yan Su looked at her son and asked, "What about Dandan? What's Dandan thinking now that his dad is gone?"
After asking the question, she felt inexplicably guilty and nervous.
What should she do if her son says he is very sad, misses his father and wants to see him?
She had no idea what to do.
After all, she was only eighteen years old before she traveled through time and had just started college. She had never been in love, let alone having a child. She had no idea how to raise a child, let alone how to comfort a child who missed his father.
Oh, this is really difficult for her, an 18-year-old female college student whose only thoughts are about eating and drinking.
"Egg has no idea."
Yan Su was just thinking about all sorts of things when she heard her son's childish voice.
Her frown relaxed by half.
After thinking for a while, he continued to ask: "Dandan, do you miss your daddy?"
Dandan said: "I don't want to, Dandan has his mother and that's enough."
Yan Su's frown suddenly relaxed, the corners of her mouth curled up wildly, and her heart felt as sweet as if she had drunk honey.
“It’s the same with Mommy,” she gently rubbed her son’s little face, “It’s enough for Mommy to have balls.
My dear, don’t think about your dad from now on. Mom will make sure to raise you to be plump and healthy.
…
Perhaps because she mentioned her son's biological father to him before going to bed, Yan Su had a rare dream that night.
Warm, dim light filled the entire bedroom.
The clothes in the room were scattered all over the floor, and half of the quilt extended from the bed to the floor.
There was a drizzle outside the window and soft music was flowing in the house.
Bedside.
The pure black wheelchair shone with a cold metallic luster. The slender, overly white fingers were placed on the armrests of the wheelchair, and the blue veins on the back of the hands were faintly visible.
Pure white and pure black are mixed together, creating a huge visual impact.
"Gudong."
Yan Su stared at those hands and couldn't help swallowing.
What a beautiful pair of hands, how come everything about them pleases her?
Yan Su took her eyes off the hands with difficulty and glanced up slowly. As a result, she saw that the man's arms on the wheelchair were tied tightly to the armrests with red ribbons, leaving red marks on his fair skin.
Yan Su: “…”
Yan Su: “???”
Ah, what is this?!
“Susu.”
The man in the wheelchair suddenly spoke.
His voice was incredibly pleasant, like the sound of fingertips brushing against the strings of a guitar, deep and slightly hoarse, and he panted with suppressed desire, "Be gentle..."
Yan Su's heart beat like a dog in an instant, and she realized that she was sitting on the man's legs.
She widened her eyes in disbelief and immediately raised her head to look at the man's face.
…
Yan Su opened her eyes and jumped up from the bed.
Her pupils trembled, her brows frowned, and her body leaned back strategically. There was still a hint of horror on her face, and her heart was beating wildly like a drum because of this strange dream.
She didn't see the man's face clearly in her dream. She only had time to see a pair of gold-rimmed glasses before she woke up from her dream.
But.
In the dream, there was soft music, dim lights, clothes scattered on the floor, a wheelchair beside the bed, and a man with his hands tied in the wheelchair.
And she was sitting in the man's arms.
All these clearly show that this is a PLAY that is happening, which is indescribable and needs to be covered with thick mosaics throughout.
It was clearly just a dream, but when Yan Su woke up, it felt very real, as if this kind of thing had happened many times in dreams a long time ago.
A thin layer of crimson crept up Yan Su's ears.
Could this dream be the daily life of the original owner and Danzai’s biological father?
Wait, the original owner is still the one above?
Yan Su murmured, "I didn't expect you to be so creative..."
That scene dealt a heavy blow to her pure heart.
In the living room.
Dandan took out a small notebook from his schoolbag and stopped after flipping through a few pages.
He picked up a pen.
[Dandan's 101st goal: to earn money and buy a handsome brother or uncle for mom.]
After writing, he blew on the ink, and when the handwriting was dry, he covered the notebook and put it back into his schoolbag.
"Boom, boom."
There was a knock on the hotel door.
"Hello, Miss Yan, the breakfast Mr. Luo ordered has arrived."
Outside the door, the voice of the hotel waiter was heard.
Dandan glanced at the bedroom door, ran over, and opened it by stepping on the stool beside the door.
"Hello, my mother is still sleeping. Please be gentle and don't wake her up."
Dandan said softly as he got down from the stool.
When Qian Yayi heard the "gurgling" sound of the wheels sliding across the ground, she knew that the hotel staff had come to deliver breakfast to Yan Su again.
She immediately ran to the door, leaned against it, and listened carefully to the noise outside with her ears pressed against it.
Ever since the dinner on the opening ceremony day, when she saw Yan Su finish a whole table of food by herself, whenever Yan Su was around, she couldn't help but focus her attention on Yan Su's... stomach.
She had very few interactions with Yan Su, but she remembered seeing Yan Su in many rural areas and anti-Japanese film crews.
She recalled Yan Su's previous appearance, and stared at her belly for several hours over the past two days, and finally came to an important conclusion.
Yan Su's lower abdomen is very flat, and she doesn't have a belly at all.
She lay down by the door listening to the noise outside, and heard Yan Su's son say in a baby voice that his mother was still sleeping.
Qian Yayi glanced at her phone. It was almost ten o'clock in the morning.
It's already 10 o'clock and this woman Yan Su is still sleeping?!
She can eat and sleep well, so why is Yan Su still so thin? She looks so frail and fragile, like she could be blown away by a gust of wind?!
Qian Yayi stared with her eyes wide open and her face puffed up, her eyes seemed to be able to spit fire.
She raised her hand and touched her belly, and as expected, she felt a small, slightly protruding piece of flesh.
She strictly controls her diet every day, not daring to eat more rice or meat. But last week, she couldn't help it, and after waking up hungry in the middle of the night, she secretly ate a small piece of cake without telling her agent.
It was just a small piece of cake, only the size of a palm, but after eating it she actually gained weight.
But Yan Su eats so much and loves to sleep in, but her thin and weak belly does not have a trace of fat.
Why?! Ahh ...
It’s not fair, not fair at all!
Qian Yayi was so angry that she gritted her teeth and kicked her legs, turning around a few times on the spot. Then she turned and walked towards the treadmill in the house, and started running "thump thump", muttering Yan Su's name as she ran.
…
Yan Su and her son had finished breakfast. At this time, she was holding her son and reading the script carefully.
She suddenly felt her nose itchy and couldn't help sneezing.
Someone must be talking about her behind her back.
Yan Su thought about it and continued to flip through the script in her hand, reading it at a glance until she saw a certain part of the plot.
Found it.
In director Chen's "The Iron-Blooded Warrior: The White Rose Rising from the Fire", there is a character in the script who is a three-and-a-half-year-old newspaper boy.
On the surface, he is a newspaper boy, but in reality he is an excellent intelligence collector of our party who has been lurking among the people for many years.
Although she couldn't understand how a three-and-a-half-year-old child could remain hidden for so many years, it didn't matter. After all, this was an anti-Japanese drama and anything was possible.
Yan Su has set her eyes on this role.
Because of yesterday's kidnapping case, the kindergarten decided to give Dandan's class a two-week holiday to allow the children to have a good rest and heal the psychological trauma caused by the kidnapping.
And in two weeks, school will be on summer vacation.
It just so happens that her son Danzai has time and can join the crew to act, so she can work and earn money while taking care of the son. It's perfect.
"Dan," Yan Su looked at her son, "Do you want to act with mommy?"
Dandan was also reading the script in her mother's hand, and naturally saw the plot about the three-and-a-half-year-old newspaper boy.
His eyes lit up when he heard his mother's words, "I do."
He wanted to film a movie with his mother so that he could make money and take good care of her at the same time.
Yan Su said happily, "Come, let me explain the plot to you. I'll take you to see Director Chen later. You have to perform well in front of him and try to get the role."
…
At noon, the mother and son finished their lunch.
Yan Su changed her clothes, helped her son dress up, picked up the snacks she had packed in advance, and took her son out of the room.
While waiting for the elevator, I met acquaintances, Qian Yayi and her assistant.
Yan Su raised her hand and was about to say hello, but Qian Yayi snorted coldly at her, put on her sunglasses in a snap, and held her head high with an air of noble and coldness, as if she didn't want to talk to anyone.
"bite."
Just at this moment, the elevator door opened.
Yan Su put down her hand and went in with her son.
In the elevator, Yan Su knew that someone was staring at her.
That direction is Qian Yayi.
Yan Su glanced over out of the corner of her eye.
"Hmph!" Qian Yayi snorted again and turned away.
Yan Su found that since she had more contact with Qian Yayi, Qian Yayi either snorted at her, ignored her, or stared at her secretly.
She thought about it carefully, but couldn't think of any grudge between her and Qian Yayi.
Forget it, forget it. I won’t think about it anymore. It’s a waste of brainpower. The more I think, the more I consume, and then I have to eat more later.
The elevator door opened.
Yan Su took the lead and left with her son.
…
Arriving at the film and television city, Yan Su went straight to the territory of her own crew.
What surprised her was that the crew was not filming, but a group of people gathered together.
Is there any melon?
Yan Su's eyes lit up and she immediately picked up her son and ran over.
As she got closer, she could hear the rhythmic "dong", "dong", "dong" sounds of the wooden fish being struck, as well as the low murmur of scriptures.
Yan Su squeezed into the crowd.
She looked carefully and saw six monks sitting in a row in front of her, beating wooden fish and chanting scriptures.
There was a Buddha statue on the table in front of them.
Yan Su was full of questions.
What's going on? She glanced around and saw the director and the others standing not far away, all with serious expressions.
Lynch was very sleepy and resisted the urge to yawn.
He casually glanced at the crowd, and as luck would have it, he saw Yan Su.
Lynch instantly remembered the 50 eggs on the day of the audition, his face darkened, and his chest began to ache with anger again.
After thinking of something, his eyes flashed and he whispered, "Uncle, I think in addition to asking the masters to chant sutras to get rid of the bad luck, we should also kick out some people in our crew."
Director Chen looked at the Buddha statue on the altar with a very pious expression, and bowed from time to time with his hands clasped together.
Alas, his crew was just set up and the filming started just one or two days ago. First, the male lead accidentally fell and injured his knee, and yesterday the second female lead was put in police station for a while.
This is really unlucky, so he specially invited masters from Lingyin Temple to come and chant some sutras today.
Suddenly hearing his nephew's words, Director Chen turned around and looked at him.
Lin Qi immediately shrugged off his sleepiness and suppressed the excitement on his face as he said, "I think Yan Su has a serious problem. Uncle, think about it carefully. She was arrested before she even started filming. This is fate..."
Having said this, he stopped talking.
Thinking of his uncle's extreme superstition, especially his devotion to Buddhism, Lin Qi quickly changed the subject and said, "This is the Buddha's tip. Yan Su is inherently unlucky. If she stays on the crew, something even worse will happen."
Director Chen frowned.
Twenty children from Sacred Heart International Kindergarten were kidnapped. He naturally watched the news yesterday about such a big event and knew why Yan Su was taken to the police station. It was to cooperate with the police investigation, not because she herself committed the crime.
Moreover, Yan Su performed very well in the audition and was a well-deserved iron-blooded warrior in his mind.
Director Chen looked at his nephew and frowned even more tightly.
Lynch felt guilty when he was looked at.
Director Chen sighed and said, "Lin Qi, you're a grown man, but don't be so narrow-minded. I know you and Yan Su had a conflict before, but it was just a small matter of 50 eggs. Why are you still holding a grudge against me?"
Lin Qi's face froze, "Uncle, I..."
Director Chen raised his hand to stop him from speaking. "Besides, I think the price Yan Su gave you is fine. 60 yuan for 50 eggs is already very cheap. If it were me, I would have to sell it to you for 100 yuan."
Lynch: “???”
His face quickly turned green.
Is it about how much the eggs sell for?
“Boom.”
After the last knock, the sounds of the wooden fish and chanting stopped, and several monks stood up.
Director Chen was in no mood to care about his nephew anymore and quickly walked forward.
Among the six monks, the leading man was 30 years old, named Xie Ting, with fair skin. Even his bald head could not hide his handsome appearance.
In addition, he had a cold expression since he appeared, and his aura of a cold Buddhist disciple, like the snow lotus of Tianshan Mountain, firmly attracted the attention of everyone present.
Yan Su couldn't help but look at him twice more.
Director Chen walked over and asked, "Xiao Ting, is the ceremony complete?"
Director Chen is 53 years old this year, and he and 30-year-old Xie Ting have known each other for a long time. They were friends even before Xie Ting entered Buddhism.
Xie Ting nodded and whispered, "Old Chen, please transfer the remaining balance to me as soon as possible."
Director Chen: "I know."
After he finished speaking, he saw Yan Su out of the corner of his eye.
Director Chen was a devout Buddhist, and he even had a Buddha statue at home. Thinking of what had happened to Yan Su's son, he immediately waved at her, signaling her to come over.
Yan Su trotted over with her son in her arms.
"Hello, Director Chen!"
Only then did Director Chen realize that Yan Su was holding a child in her arms.
This must be her son. This child is so handsome and makes people feel happy just by looking at him.
Director Chen lowered his voice and said, "Xiao Yan, this is Master Xie Ting from Lingyin Temple. He's also a close friend of mine and has real skills. I already know about your son's situation. You can ask this master to buy two blessed jade pendants or something and wear them to bring good luck."
Yan Su's eyelids twitched.
Buying a jade pendant? Wouldn’t that cost money?
As far as she knew, these kinds of things were usually very expensive, and asking her to pay for them was like asking for her life.
"No need, Director Chen," Yan Su pulled out a hundred-yuan note from her pocket, pointed at the portrait on it, and said righteously, "I only trust this grandfather."
beside.
From the moment Xie Ting saw Yan Su, his eyes widened and even his breathing became lighter involuntarily.
He finally calmed down, and in the next moment his eyes met Dandan in Yan Su's arms.
Xie Ting's whole body began to tremble, and his eyes were about to pop out.
This face... Wow, wow, he has lived for 30 years and has never seen people with such good looks as this mother and son in front of him.
Oh my god, it was so golden that it was hard to open my eyes.
Xie Ting pushed Director Chen aside, took two steps forward, looked at Yan Su and said tremblingly, "You two have a connection with the Buddha."
Director Chen, who was suddenly pushed away and almost fell down, was caught off guard: "?"
Yan Su: “?”
At this moment, both of them looked equally confused.
Xie Ting's hands were shaking with excitement as he said, "Ms. Yan, I've read the script for this TV series. Acting in such a fantastical drama would be a waste of your life. Ms. Yan, you and your son have a connection with the Buddha. You were born to be his people. On behalf of Lingyin Temple, I sincerely invite you to become monks and join our harmonious and friendly family."
Yan Su: “……?”
Director Chen had just stood firm when he heard his friend's words. His face turned completely dark and his breath got stuck in his throat.
What the hell, what the hell is this? Poaching right in front of him?! No one, not even the Buddha, can steal his chosen Iron-Blooded Warrior!
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