Chapter 5
Three low-key black luxury cars slowly drove to the western suburbs and stopped at the side door of Yongning Temple.
Outside the temple gate, there were two monks in blue-gray robes.
The bodyguard opened the rear door of the middle vehicle.
Bo Tingyuan, wearing a black mask, took a step forward.
After getting off the car, he straightened the collar of his suit, clasped his hands together with a calm expression, and nodded slightly to the monk who was coming towards him.
One of the monks was the abbot of the temple.
He stood on the steps, looking into the thick eyebrows and green eyes of the mixed-race man, returning the greeting with the rosary in his hand.
"Hello, Mr. Bo. This way, please."
Bo Tingyuan and the abbot entered the temple first, followed by several bodyguards.
Yongning Temple has a history of hundreds of years. It occupies a small area and is a unique wooden structure.
The temple has yellow tiles and red walls and an exquisite layout. The interior is filled with carved beams and painted pillars, and there are many solemn Buddha statues.
At the main entrance of the temple is a osmanthus tree planted during the Southern Song Dynasty.
In the center of the courtyard is a four-legged incense burner, and many pilgrims from the city are standing and worshiping with incense in their hands.
The abbot led Bo Tingyuan into a side hall shaded by pine and cypress trees, leaving two bodyguards standing outside the wooden door waiting.
Among the pilgrims on the opposite side of the corridor, there was a young man with sharp eyes. Seeing this scene, he asked the middle-aged man beside him: "Auntie, who is that person? Why did he go in alone? Do you know?"
It is not uncommon for middle-aged aunts to come to Yongning Temple every month.
"Oh, he's the one who donated to the temple. He comes here often and is very pious."
The young man was surprised: "Ah? So he is a rich man? How much did he donate to be able to go in alone like this?"
Auntie explained the old things.
Yongning Temple was once just a dilapidated little temple hidden in a downtown area. The cost of repairing it was a bottomless pit, and the government even considered merging its management with another temple.
Ten years ago, the Bo family suddenly donated hundreds of millions, and the temple was completely preserved.
Subsequently, over 100 million yuan was spent on the repair of Buddhist scriptures and statues.
It is equivalent to saying that without the Bo family, there would be no Yongning Temple today.
The young man recalled the glimpse he had just taken. The stranger with glasses had extremely three-dimensional bone structure on his profile, and his height and build were much taller than the person next to him.
He asked in confusion: "But that man looks like a foreigner. Are you sure?"
"What foreigner? His father is from our area."
Auntie said, "But, his mother seems to be a foreigner."
"A half-blood is so superstitious?"
The young man couldn't believe it, "I thought all foreigners believed in Jesus."
"Oh, don't talk nonsense!"
The aunt glared at him and said: "Yongning Temple is very powerful. The Buddha heard you - you wet your pants when you sleep at night."
Young people are all in their twenties, how can they believe this?
He continued to ask: "Auntie, why does he, a mixed-blood, believe it so much?"
Auntie lowered her voice and said, "I also heard from others that there seems to be someone in their family with poor health. Ten years ago, something very serious happened to them, so... do you understand?"
The young man nodded: "I see. It seems that when rich people have no other options, they can only rely on superstition."
The aunt raised her hand and hit his arm: "You are too long-winded, go out and wait."
She came with a bag of offerings to fulfill a vow and hurried to the Guanyin Temple.
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In the side hall, a stick of incense was burning in front of the Buddha, with green smoke rising into the air.
The abbot was fiddling with his Buddhist beads and chanting sutras.
On the gold-painted red cushion, Bo Tingyuan's back is as straight as pine or bamboo.
He clasped his hands together and placed his index finger under his chin.
The eyes behind the lenses were closed, with a respectful and pious expression.
There is a golden nanmu tray on the altar, and inside the black velvet is a bamboo bracelet made of mutton-fat jade.
Each small bamboo joint is free of cotton, impurities and cracks, and is delicate and lustrous.
A stick of incense burns to the end.
The abbot clasped his hands together and bowed: "Mr. Bo, please stand up."
Bo Tingyuan's eyes slowly opened, his dark green pupils were like gems soaked in icy water, no emotion could be seen in them, but they were filled with extraordinary majesty and solemnity.
The abbot picked up the tray and handed over the blessed white jade bracelet.
Bo Tingyuan clasped his hands together and bowed: "Thank you, Master."
He took the box of the white jade bamboo bracelet and looked up.
On the lotus platform, the Bodhisattva lowered his brows, looking compassionate and peaceful.
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Suburban horse farm.
Wen Cishu looked up towards the sunlight, curved his eyebrows, his phoenix eyes dotted with light, his expression calm and gentle.
He was smiling as he looked at Bo Yiming who was riding a horse in the distance.
The bodyguard held up a black parasol.
As the direction of the young master's horse changed, he raised the edge of the umbrella slightly, for fear of blocking Mr. Wen's view.
Today, the production crew of "Zi Zi is Superman" came to shoot the pilot film.
Before the small team arrived, they were already looking forward to meeting Wen Cishu and his son.
After arriving at the agreed location, the staff saw the two people and were surprised to find that Wen Cishu was really born with an appearance that was out of touch with worldly affairs.
In addition, the father and son were escorted by several cars.
Among the people accompanying him, there were both assistants and bodyguards, and they all seemed to be either rich or noble.
When this news was passed back to the production team, everyone became even more curious about the other party's background.
At this time, the photographer was taking pictures of Bo Yiming.
An assistant quietly looked at the man who had a noble aura and a gentle expression.
Wen Cishu did not get on the horse, but just stood outside the fence, watching his son's performance patiently.
He was wearing a loose mint green shirt with a small stand-up collar and wide sleeves and off-white casual linen trousers.
Under a white Panama woven hat, her waist-length black hair fell like silk.
Under the gentle sunshine, Wen Cishu looks extremely elegant and lazy, yet at the same time, he is unintentionally exquisite and sophisticated.
The assistant was surprised to find that Wen Cishu never even wore a watch, but he looked so noble.
Good looks are only external after all. How can a person exude this kind of temperament that is born in the clouds?
She felt a rare sense of awe, as if looking at Wen's dictionary any longer would be a blasphemy.
The assistant came to his senses and the male colleague in front of him turned his head.
The male colleague noticed that she looked abnormal and asked: "What's wrong with you?"
The assistant looked at this face that was not favored by Nuwa and closed his eyes in despair.
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Originally, the recording team thought that amateur guests would be relatively difficult to deal with, but unexpectedly the recording process went exceptionally smoothly.
After watching the various recorded materials, Bo Yiming felt that every frame was very good.
He asked smugly, "Little dad, am I photogenic?"
The photographers nearby couldn't help but smile and praise: "Yes, Yiming's facial features are very three-dimensional, with a high degree of folding, and he looks good no matter how he is photographed."
He glanced at Mr. Wen, who was even more handsome, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
Instead, the assistant spoke first, asking in a negotiating tone: "Yiming's father, your part is relatively short. Do you want to shoot more? If you don't want to move, just sit there while we shoot."
"Yes, yes, yes." The photographer smiled. The young assistant was very sensible.
Wen Cishu politely declined. Looking at the spirited little fellow, he explained, "I am going with Yiming. He is the protagonist. Please give him more shots when you make the promotional video."
Everyone nodded: "Okay, this will definitely happen!"
Wen Cishu smiled faintly, "Thank you."
No one realized that when they spoke to Wen Cishu, they all lowered their voices unconsciously and spoke more gently than ever before.
It's not a cautiousness out of fear or dread, but simply a subconscious respect and protection.
The filming was over and it was almost evening, so Wen Cishu asked Albert to arrange a restaurant and invite the crew to have dinner.
As soon as everyone got into their cars, they couldn't help but start talking.
I really can’t believe that this show would have such an amazing father-son duo.
"The kid is already very handsome with mixed-race looks, but once Mr. Wen shows up, he's really an eye-catcher."
The assistant chuckled and took out his phone and shook it: "I took a photo of him standing under an umbrella and looking forward. It looks like a movie poster of a superstar from the last century."
She showed it to others, and the photographers all nodded: "That's a great shot. I'll confiscate it and post it on Weibo as a promotional photo."
"Good!" The young assistant was extremely excited and lowered his head to carefully appreciate Mr. Wen's charming profile.
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The program "Zi Zi is Superman" invited a total of four groups of parent-child guests, three of which were people from the entertainment industry who brought their own second-generation stars, and only Wen Cishu and Bo Yiming were pure amateurs.
When the program officially released the promotional video, it adopted a model where the baby group and the parent group were separated.
In the Weibo comment section of the pilot film of "Zi Zi", netizens' discussions mainly focused on guessing the stars and the corresponding children.
Bo Yiming, a mixed-race guy, triggered the first wave of heated discussions.
In the film, a nine-year-old boy rides a horse freely.
The young boy has a nimble and graceful figure, as if he was born on the grassland, and he has a sense of straightforwardness and vitality.
Wait for the camera to zoom in and freeze on the face.
On the slightly immature face, one can already see the exceptionally three-dimensional facial features, especially the high nose bridge and deep eye sockets, which are very eye-catching.
The amber eyes curved in the sunlight, a perfect pair of handsome dog eyes.
During the interview, he introduced himself clearly and with a generous personality.
[This kid named Yiming is so handsome! Really nine years old? 】
[I knock!] This can really be a child model! 】
[Chinese-French mixed-blood ahhhhh! What a great face!
[I am 1.5 meters tall now, I will grow to 1.8 meters in the future! 】
[Oh my god, this child has a promising future!] He must enter the circle. It would be a pity if he didn't with such a good appearance.]
[Wait, whose child is this? 】
[Please, this is my son, mine! 】
[The show hasn’t even started airing yet, but you’ve already started lining up to get a baby? 】
As the preview film of the parents' group was released, netizens soon discovered that the parents of the amateur group did not show their faces, only a very blurry distant view.
【Uh-huh? What’s up with amateur parents? Why don't you show your face? 】
[Wow, she seems to be a very elegant and beautiful mother with long hair. Is she the mother of the smallest and cutest baby? 】
[That's not right. Judging from his height, he must be at least 1.8 meters? Such a tall mother? 】
[What is the mystery behind the program crew?] 】
[Amateurs don’t have fans, and no one expects you to do this, so...isn’t this necessary? 】
[The program crew doesn’t have to force anything if they don’t have work to do!] 】
When the assistant reported the online public opinion, the producer sneered: "Humph! How can such a great face be seen casually?"
He slammed the table, "You have to pay!"
The assistant nodded frantically. "By the way, Mr. Wen is not in good health. The assistant said that he would bring a doctor and a four-piece bedding set. That should be okay, right?"
The producer smiled, revealing his porcelain teeth: "What do you think is wrong with this?"
Young assistant: It depends on the boss’s situation. Maybe even if Mr. Wen’s assistant asks him to bring the whole bed to the recording of the show, he won’t refuse.
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The night before the recording session.
Bo Yiming's "primary school student spring outing syndrome" broke out. After packing the suitcases to take out with his aunt, he ran into his little father's bedroom.
Wen Cishu had already taken a bath and was lying on a high and soft pillow, with a book covering the quilt on one side.
Throughout his life, except for the time when he went to school early and came back late, he spent most of his time at home.
The Wen family is a family of scholars. Although Wen Ci's achievements in books cannot match those of his parents and brothers, he has been influenced by them and can be considered as someone who can concentrate on reading.
Bo Yiming put his hands on his cheeks and asked, "Little Dad, are you excited?" After blurting out the question, he automatically denied it, "Oh, no, Little Dad has a bad heart and usually can't be very excited."
I guess the last time he was "excited" was the last time he jumped onto the sofa and coffee table.
Bo Yiming fell silent.
Wen Cishu rubbed the back of his neck and was about to speak when he saw him suddenly look up.
"Ah! I forgot to bring something! I'll go find Grandpa Xu!"
Bo Yiming jumped out of bed and hurriedly put on his slippers.
Wen Cishu couldn't help but ask, "What should I bring?"
"I won't tell little daddy." Bo Yiming raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Little daddy, go to bed early. I will definitely get up on time tomorrow. Don't worry."
Wen Cishu looked at him gently as he flew out like a tornado, and smiled helplessly.
He was too lazy to read anymore, so he dimmed the lights, straightened the quilt and prepared to lie down.
The floor-to-ceiling sliding door with a carved silk screen was pushed open from the middle to both sides, making a slight sound.
Wen Cishu turned his head and saw Bo Tingyuan stepping out.
The two lived together in a huge suite on the second floor, but had been sleeping in separate beds for many years.
The two master bedrooms each have a main entrance, and the connection is separated by a Chinese-style sliding door on the front wall for easy movement.
After waking up, Wen Cishu realized that Bo Tingyuan was worried that he was in poor health, so he slept in a separate bed.
"Are you done?"
Bo Tingyuan had already washed up and changed into a long blue nightgown, with his hands slanted in the pockets of his nightgown.
He was born with broad shoulders and long legs, and with the belt tied around his waist, the proportions of his long legs became even more exaggerated.
In the dim evening light, Bo Tingyuan walked towards Wen Cishu step by step with a sullen brow. He thought he was seeing a religious person in a black robe in a movie, solemn and abstinent, and he couldn't help but be shocked.
As the tall man stood silently beside the bed, Wen Cishu pursed his lips subconsciously.
He raised his eyes and asked tentatively: "Are you, not too keen on Yiming and I going to participate in the show?"
Bo Tingyuan did not answer immediately. She lowered her eyes and quietly looked at his eyes, which looked particularly charming when he raised them.
Wen Cishu thought that he always looked at him as if he was a superior, and he had no idea what he was looking at.
He leaned back angrily, the soft pillow bounced up and down, and his black hair exuded a soft satin luster.
Bo Tingyuan suddenly said: [What if I say yes? 】
This overly deep and sexy voice made Wen Cishu's ears feel as if they were being rubbed by his warm fingers.
In order to ease the sudden strange feeling, he deliberately raised his chin, forced a smile, and joked, "It's too late."
But as soon as he met Bo Tingyuan's eyes, he noticed that under the thick eyebrows, the dark green pupils were sharper and more direct than usual.
As Wen Cishu watched him intently, he had the shameful illusion that he was naked.
The smile on his lips slowly and unconsciously shrank.
One lying and the other standing, one raising eyes and the other lowering eyebrows.
In the dim light, the atmosphere quietly became ambiguous.
Wen Cishu almost saw himself imprinted in his eyes, and thinking of the description in the original book, he couldn't help but ask softly: "Do you have something to tell me?"
Bo Tingyuan didn't speak immediately, but Wen Cishu suddenly felt dry mouth.
My heart suddenly seemed to be hanging in the air, and a strong sense of anticipation and impulse arose from deep within.
After a few seconds, Bo Tingyuan pulled his right hand out of his robe pocket.
Wen Cishu thought he was going to say something, but then he saw the square flat box in his hand.
His heart was in turmoil and he finally sank. He couldn't help but lower his head and frowned, muttering, "Donate your mouth if you don't need it."
"Um?"
Bo Tingyuan sat on the edge of the bed, opening the box and looking at his eyes.
Wen Cishu always felt that he had some worries, but he was not ready to show it to others, so he thought there was no need to rush and said, "Nothing."
He straightened up a little.
Bo Tingyuan raised his hand and smoothed away his drooping hair.
The silky long hair slid through the bony fingers, stretching endlessly as if to be retained.
Wen Cishu lowered his head to study the nephrite bracelet in the box. It was made of small bamboo segments wrapped in a circle, and judging from the quality, it was extremely rare jade.
He thought to himself that it would be harder than climbing to the sky to pry open Bo Tingyuan's mouth, so he raised his left hand and said, "Put it on me."
Bo Tingyuan held his hand.
The warm skin is softer than nephrite, and blue blood vessels are faintly visible under the thin and tender skin.
The bracelet was slowly put into the slender white palm and pulled to the narrow wrist.
"hiss……"
Wen Cishu couldn't help but frowned, "It's so cold."
As he took a slight breath, his neck slightly raised, and his slender collarbone pulled up to form a sexy dimple.
His pajamas also moved slightly, and the smooth and white skin between the lapels was stained with soft light, like warm and soft jade.
Bo Tingyuan's eyes darkened, as if a stream of cold underground spring water was flowing through them.
Wen Cishu was busy with his bracelet and didn't notice his expression.
"Where did you come from?"
Bo Tingyuan didn't hear his words at all. His sight seemed to turn into a dark green snake in an instant, and he couldn't help but crawl into the soft clothes and wrap around the soft and warm skin...
He stood up suddenly: "You have to get up early tomorrow, take a rest."
Wen Cishu was stunned, sensing his abnormality.
He pricked up his ears and seemed to vaguely hear Bo Tingyuan go to the bathroom.
Um? Are you in a hurry to go to the toilet?
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