It seems that he is not doing well.
As soon as Wei Jing arrived and the lights faded, the previously dull starry sky and flying fish immediately came alive.
First, he distributed a round of mid-year bonuses to the staff who had been busy for several months, then rewarded the cast and crew of the drama according to their merits. Finally, he announced a big news: next month, Xingyu Feiyu's headquarters will move to Dengyuan!
"Clap, clap, clap!" Wei Xiaoming clapped his hands loudly. Although he was just a popular figure who knew nothing about running a company, he understood the most important thing: Wei Jing finally didn't have to run back and forth anymore and could accompany him more often.
Xie Bing was crying and said that it was not easy for President Wei. He finally broke away from the constraints of the old man and developed independently. In order to revitalize the resources in the south, he had to drink so many stinky drinks with Chen Juncai and his bunch of old perverts!
After the meeting and dinner, Wei Jing called Wei Xiaoming and Wen Zichuan to his office.
Wen Zichuan thought that since he had sent the "Two Sheep in Pujiao" painting, Wei Zongzong would find an opportunity to talk to him so that he could find out Wen Duo's identity indirectly.
Unexpectedly, Wei Jing seemed to have forgotten about this matter completely and did not mention anything. He just asked Lan Qin to take out a gift box and solemnly handed it to Wei Xiaoming.
"What is this?" Wei Xiaoming asked curiously.
"Open it and take a look." Wei Jing blew out a smoke ring happily.
Wei Xiaoming looked up at Wen Zichuan, then opened the gift box, and his mouth instantly opened into an "O" shape.
Wen Zichuan was convinced. This was even more outrageous than having a sports car suddenly delivered to him right after filming was finished. Wei Jing put a property certificate in the gift box.
"Righteousness: Wei Xiaoming; Co-ownership: Sole Owner; Location: Building 8, Phase 3, Tianchen Lake..." Wei Xiaoming screamed, "Godfather! You-you-you bought a house in Tianchen Lake?! Ahhhh, why did you suddenly buy a house?!"
"Buy a house to live in," Wei Jing raised the corner of his lips. "I'll be moving to Dengyuan next month. I need a place to stay. No matter how nice Heting Manor is, it's someone else's territory. How can it be as comfortable as your own home?"
"So, we're moving to a new house?" Wei Xiaoming was so excited that he almost bit his tongue. "Well, why did you buy Tianchen Lake?"
Wei Jing glanced at Wen Zichuan. The fact that they went to Tianchen Lake could not be hidden from the wise and powerful President Wei: "A certain little pig said he liked it. Of course, when buying things, you have to buy what you like."
"Since Xiaoming doesn't live in Heting anymore, give me a few days and I will move out as soon as possible." It was hard for Wen Zichuan to tell whether he was more envious or sad. Since he could not avoid being "abused in various ways" by the rich, he might as well stay away from them.
"I called you here specifically because I wanted to tell you that I bought a detached villa with five floors and many rooms. I suggest you move there and I won't charge you rent." Wei Jing said as if it was a matter of course.
"This isn't good." Wen Zichuan looked embarrassed. President Wei had built a "love nest" for his mistress, so why was he stuck in the middle?
"Okay, okay, there's nothing wrong with it!" Wei Xiaoming quietly tugged at his arm, "Zichuan, Zichuan, Teacher Wen, please stay with me for a while. Once you buy a house, you can consider moving out."
Wen Zichuan really had no interest in being a light bulb, but he couldn't afford to offend either of the two ancestors in front of him.
He glanced at Wei Jing, who spread his hands and smiled, then nodded in the direction of Wei Xiaoming, meaning that he would listen to his godson.
Finally, Wen Zichuan sighed silently and agreed, but secretly decided that he must make money to buy a house as soon as possible.
"One more thing." Wei Jing extinguished the burnt cigarette butt in the exquisite ashtray. "I'm going to China next week. What do you two think? Do you want to go with me to relax, or choose another place to play for a few days?"
In general, Xingyu Feiyu treats its artists well. After the filming of a drama is completed, the art management committee will arrange a tour with all expenses covered, and the artists can choose to go or not.
"Where is China?" Wei Xiaoming had not been back to China for long and didn't know much about many cities in the country.
"A city rich in porcelain has a long history," Wen Zichuan explained.
"Wow! Then I want to go with you!" Wei Xiaoming didn't want to be looked down upon for being uneducated anymore. He wanted to read and learn more, which would at least add points to his idol image.
"What about you?" Wei Jing asked Wen Zichuan.
"Let me join in." Wen Zichuan didn't want to be the only one in this matter. Besides, there were so many porcelains in Ci Nan, and maybe he could find some clues about the Longji Mountain purple gold glaze.
"Pack your things and leave in three days." As if it had become some kind of habit, President Wei still patted Wen Zichuan's shoulder when he got up to leave.
This action made Wen Zichuan feel that Wei Jing had already made plans for the gift he gave him. As for what the plans were, he could only respond accordingly.
It takes seven hours to drive from Dengyuan to Ci'nan. Before departure, Wei Xiaoming said happily that he wanted to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the motherland. After departure, because the highway driving was too boring, he fell asleep leaning on Wei Jing not long after.
Wen Zichuan was sitting in the passenger seat, and he didn't need to imagine how affectionate the two people in the back seat were.
He put on his headphones and tried his best not to fantasize about whether, if Brother Zhou was there, they would happily go shopping, soak in hot springs, and watch fireworks together like they did on that night half a year ago.
The scenery outside the window rushed past him rapidly, and he thought with regret that perhaps he would never have such an opportunity again in his lifetime.
As long as I stop looking for him or seeing him, and let him follow his family's arrangements, whether he gets married or not, he doesn't have to consider me and doesn't have to feel embarrassed to arrange me into his life.
Therefore, as long as he lives well, the remaining "reluctance" will one day dissipate with the wind.
In the afternoon, the group arrived at their destination - Jiqing Town under Chinan City.
Jiqing Town has beautiful scenery. After the summer rain, only the distant mountains are visible, which really proves the saying "the sky is blue after the rain".
Wei Xiaoming took a few deep breaths: "Godfather, Godfather! The air here is so—fresh—ah!"
Wei Jing was in a good mood and took him to his residence. Wen Zichuan and others followed behind with their luggage.
In addition to the beautiful scenery, Jiqing Town has another biggest advantage, which is that there are few people.
Most of the young people have gone to other places to work, and those who remain in the local area are mostly elderly people. They only know that there are distinguished guests coming, but they have no idea who their bosses or celebrities are.
It's rare to have the freedom to be an ordinary person again. At least Wen Zichuan and Wei Xiaoming don't have to wear hats and masks. After putting down their luggage, they can walk around, play with dogs and cats, etc. They are so happy.
Wen Zichuan could see that Wei Xiaoming liked this place very much. He said that before he met Wei Jing, he had lived in the countryside for several years. His grandparents also raised a lot of chickens and ducks, and they could swim in the small ditch at the door. In the summer, he would soak in the water and refuse to come out. His grandmother called him to eat, but he didn't listen, so his grandfather chased and beat him with a bamboo stick.
Although they didn't know why Boss Wei, who always mingled with the bright lights and wine, came to such a small place, Wei Xiaoming had a lot of fun. Perhaps this was very meaningful to him.
By dinner time, Wei Xiaoming and Wen Zichuan had basically gotten to know the area well: they were staying at the best B&B in town - although the conditions were far inferior to those in Heting, it was still fairly clean; the street behind the B&B was the main street of the town, and almost every shop sold porcelain; a ten-minute walk eastwards, there was a large porcelain kiln area, and it seemed that most of the porcelain sold in the town was fired there.
Making and firing porcelain inevitably involves smoke, fire, and flying dust. The two of them still had some idol baggage and were afraid of getting it dirty, so they didn't go in.
However, Wen Zichuan caught a glimpse of a familiar figure at the door. The other person was wearing a gray work suit, faded sleeves, and even had a lot of dust on his hair. Although he looked familiar, he didn't dare to recognize him.
After dinner, Wei Xiaoming went to play games. He said he wanted to go out for a walk to digest his food, but in fact he just followed the same direction.
There are large and small porcelain workshops distributed in the porcelain kiln area, and most of them are family-run, with the kiln entrance in the front and the residence in the back. In the evening, the air is filled with the aroma of food, and from time to time you can hear the coughing of an old man or the crying of a baby.
It is not easy to find someone you met by chance during the day in such a large area, but Wen Zichuan has a vague feeling that he can find him.
Next to each porcelain kiln, there are many porcelains of various shapes and styles. The patterns on the porcelain seem to be a guide, allowing him to follow and continue searching forward.
About ten minutes later, Wen Zichuan came across a house with particularly bright lights, as if they didn't care about the electricity bill at all. They lit up the inside and outside of the house as bright as day.
He felt something was strange and walked closer to see that several houses formed a small courtyard. Because it was hot, the windows and doors were open, and for fear of mosquito bites, the air was filled with the smell of burning mosquito coils.
Looking through the window, the interior furnishings were old and there were people there.
Wen Zichuan didn't want to be treated as a criminal, so he was about to go around to the main gate to visit, but his heart skipped a beat because of this glance!
Cheng Sizhou.
He quickly withdrew his gaze, leaned against the outer wall and took a deep breath. There was no way he could mistake Brother Zhou's appearance. It was him, it had to be him!
In fact, the person he felt very familiar with in the evening looked very much like Yu Ming, whom he had met in the hospital. He did not deny that he was looking for Yu Ming in order to inquire about Cheng Sizhou's recent situation, but he never expected that he would meet him in person thousands of miles away from Dengyuan!
Wen Zichuan moved slowly, turned his eyes sideways, held his breath, and looked inside. Cheng Sizhou was sitting at the table, seemingly holding a pen, concentrating on drawing something on the paper.
In an instant, all the memories about him came flooding back. He said that he had learned to paint. He said that he no longer repaired porcelain and would rely on painting to support "you"...
To this day, Wen Zichuan still doesn't know whether Cheng Sizhou wants to support Liu Shixing or himself, but this sentence is enough to prove that he really thought about it and fought against it. In order to make more money, he gave up the stable and decent job of repairing cultural relics.
People are always greedy. After taking one look, they will take a second and third look.
Wen Zichuan lay by the wall like a thief, and with the cover of the wall, he looked at the figure he had been thinking about day and night again and again.
He has lost weight.
Still very haggard.
Is he not having a good time?
Why did he come to Jiqing?
In fact, Wen Zichuan had already thought about it. If he met Brother Zhou by chance one day and found that he was doing well, he would pretend not to know him and let time dilute everything. If he was not doing well enough, he would secretly help him again and repay the debt of favor he owed when they shared the house, but he would never let him know.
But Cheng Sizhou's appearance reminded him of a slap he had received on the street. They couldn't meet at that time, but they could today.
However, if I meet him, will everything that happened before be repeated and I will be blamed by his family again?
He didn't dare to gamble.
Xiaoming is right. Their drama is about to be aired, and he can't afford any public opinion or any negative news.
"Who's there?!" The flashlight shone over and someone suddenly shouted at him.
Wen Zichuan was startled and immediately went around to the back of the house and hid in the shadow of the courtyard wall.
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