Chapter 95 Suitable is not the best
Just when I was about to take a rest, there was a knock on the door. An Mei was standing outside the door, smiling gently.
Fang Xin welcomed the person in and asked, "What can I do for you?"
An Mei pulled Fang Xin to sit down. It seemed like she hadn't chatted with Fang Xin for a long time. "Xinxin, it's already 24 after the Chinese New Year."
"Yeah, what's the matter?"
"Now that your career is getting better, do you have any other plans?" An Mei held Fang Xin's hand and warmed her slightly cold hands with her body temperature.
After thinking for a moment, he hesitated and said, "Well... I have other plans. I want to try singing?"
An Mei saw that Fang Xin hadn't gotten to the point yet, "Singing is also good. Xinxin's sweet voice will definitely be good."
"Recently, Lu Ziyan and you..."
Fang Xin immediately responded when she heard An Mei's words, "Aunt, you're not trying to find me a couple again, are you?"
"No, no, Zi Yan and I will always be good friends, it's impossible!" As he said this, his head shook like a wave drum.
"Auntie doesn't want to force it on you. Of course you have to like him yourself. Tell me if there's anyone you like in the circle?" She planned to hint at it indirectly. Seeing that her son was about to come to the fore, she couldn't let Fang Xin be completely ignorant of the situation.
Seeing that An Mei asked sincerely, Fang Xin had nothing to hide.
"I don't have anyone I like, but recently someone said he wanted to pursue me, and I agreed to let him pursue me, but... I don't feel like I like him yet."
Fang Xin stared at his toes. This was a bit embarrassing for him, after all, he didn't say whether the other person was a man or a woman.
An Mei's eyes widened when she heard this, and she was a little panicked, but she quickly suppressed her surprise, "Who is it? Let me meet him some other day?"
"I just agreed to let him pursue me, but we are not together now, so what's the matter?" Fang Xin looked at her innocently.
"Then at least let me know who it is."
Unable to bear An Mei's words, Fang Xin immediately gave the person away.
"Leon? Is that the makeup artist you met when you were shooting the commercial?"
An Mei remembered very clearly that in the video call that day, she said Fang Xin was pretty and that she liked her.
Alarm bells went off at that time. During that time, she still hoped that Lu Ziyan and Fang Xin would have a good ending and would not be broken up by others.
Now, I didn’t expect that makeup artist would be so persistent and even followed me all the way to City A.
"It's him. His brother seems to be discussing cooperation with me recently." Fang Xin nodded, thinking back to the European-looking man.
There is not much similarity between them and Lyon. The only thing they have in common is that they are both foreigners.
"What kind of person is he?" An Mei carefully watched the changes in Fang Xin's expression. If he was moved, then Li Ang would have a chance. If not, she could still breathe a sigh of relief.
Fang Xin pursed her lips, apologetically, "He's a very nice guy, but I still don't quite understand how to respond to him."
"He would risk his life to take care of me, and he would make me happy, and he would even go out of his way to see me regardless of whether he was busy at work or not." He lowered his eyes, "It would be great if he could be good to me for the rest of my life."
An Mei immediately clenched his hands, "It's good to be nice to you, but if you don't like me, we can only treat each other with respect."
Fang Xin was surprised. He felt the strength on his hand and was a little dazed for a moment. In fact, the last time he saw Li Ang so lost, he even thought that it wouldn't be hard to live like this with Li Ang, so he might as well accept it.
An Mei's words made him confused again, but her next words woke him up.
"You are a good boy. Auntie hopes that you are with someone because you like him, not because he is nice to you." An Mei's expression was gentle, just like a mother hugging him and saying sweet words at night.
"He will treat you well for the rest of your life, and you will fall in love with him because of the long-term affection. But ask yourself, would you like this overly polite relationship?"
"You are not in love, you are suitable for each other."
It drizzled lightly the next morning and pedestrians were hurrying to their destinations holding umbrellas.
Fang Xin wore a mask and held an umbrella, looking at the blurry people and lights in the drizzle.
Xiao Huai came to pick him up and took him to the crew. The rain had not let up and had gotten a little heavier, soaking his pants and shoe tips.
Director Wan urged him to do his makeup and take advantage of the nice weather to shoot a rain scene.
Fang Xin changed into a gown, tied her hair into a braid and let it fall behind her, and held a folding fan in her hand, looking like someone who had walked out of the Republic of China era.
The lines were already memorized, Fang Xin put aside the chaotic thoughts in his head and got into the state.
"Start!"
Street vendors set up stalls, and steamed bun shops wafted with the aroma of cooking.
The child held his mother's rough hand and said in a baby voice, "I want buns!"
People were shouting and selling the items in front of them. Someone fell down in the rain and was helped up by others.
"Slow down, be careful."
Wen Zhishu handed the folding fan to the person and said, "This fan can block some rain. Take it."
As soon as he handed it to the person, he crawled under the eaves in the rain, turned around and waved at the person, "Go back!"
After finally returning to the teahouse, he was grabbed by the neck and almost fell. Wen Zhishu gave him a sidelong glance.
"You are disrespectful. If you fall, you will have to eat an extra year's meal."
Ah Qing chuckled, "Don't do that. I belong to Sister Hua. I don't eat much, so I can't afford to support you."
Seeing Wen Zhishu's sisters coming over one after another, "Xiao Zhishu~ Unfortunately, no one is here to listen to the book today~"
Wen Zhishu wanted to open the folding fan out of habit, but found it was not in her hand. She brushed the wet hair on her forehead and said, "I'm not telling stories today. I'm here to take my sisters to listen to opera."
The teahouse was quiet today, and no one heard of any opera performance.
Sister Hua came down from the attic, twisting her waist and speaking coquettishly, "It's rare to see you so positive, is there any good news?"
The sisters who heard Sister Hua's voice made way for her. Wen Zhishu stepped forward and smiled frivolously, "Would you mind letting Sister Hua hear my skills?"
With a "puff", Sister Hua broke into laughter, "You are the only one who can talk, I'll keep you a meal today."
There was no business on a rainy day, and the hawking outside became quieter. Then, music could be heard from the teahouse, with someone singing "The Peony Pavilion".
Kunqu opera is gentle and graceful. Wen Zhishu has learned some of it, but has not grasped the essence of it.
The waitresses and young men in the teahouse took their time to sit down and listen to Wen Zhishu's one-man show. He was wearing a pink costume, with makeup on, and his eyes were as charming as silk.
The audience was intoxicated by the melodious and moving parts.
The song ends and the audience leaves the stage. Wen Zhishu, still in costume, talks to Sister Hua.
There seemed to be some chaos outside. Someone went out to take a look and found that the soldiers were patrolling everywhere.
The door was closed in time, blocking out all the noise outside.
"Sister Hua, it's better not to attract too much attention to your business recently."
Wen Zhishu drank a sip of tea, feeling a little depressed. Seeing this, Sister Hua touched his drooping tassel and said, "You don't have to worry about this. Even if the teahouse collapses, you still have food to eat."
"You know what I mean."
Sister Hua's smile froze on her lips. She drank glass after glass of wine. The pastries in front of her became cold and the pipa music gradually stopped.
"I know. I built this teahouse with my own hands. I can't give it up." She said with a kind of determination in her eyes, "Even if I die, I will live and die with the teahouse."
Wen Zhishu glanced outside the door. It was so dark that he could not see the sun. "The world has changed. It's all messed up."
“Crack!”
Fang Xin relaxed her mind, shook hands with the teacher who played Sister Hua, and nodded, "Thank you for your hard work, senior!"
The other person was generous and smiled, "You are also very good."
At this moment, a familiar voice came from outside the door. Fang Xin turned around and saw Li Ang pushing open the door and walking in.
"Sorry to bother you, everyone."
When he saw Fang Xin, he stepped forward and said, "Last time you said that the desserts from that shop were delicious, so I brought them to you after work. Want to try them?"
Fang Xin's eyes lit up. "This is hard to buy, and you actually bought it!"
It was inconvenient for him to go out to buy it, and Xiao Huai had to work hard to accompany him on his trip. He was really embarrassed to put others in a difficult position, and it was a relief that Li Ang still remembered.
He thanked them several times. Leon had brought quite a lot, so after sharing some with the crew members, he opened the boxes and started eating.
Seeing that the people were satisfied with the meal, Li Ang's serious face softened.
After Fang Xin finished finishing the cake, he suddenly recalled what An Mei had said to him.
In fact, he was confused for the whole night. He couldn't understand why they couldn't be together if they were suitable for each other.
While Director Wan still had some time to prepare for the next scene, Fang Xin and Li Ang took a walk in the rain.
Li Ang was holding an umbrella as he and Fang Xin walked in a remote part of the studio.
"I'm going to finish work very quickly today. Let's go to that Japanese restaurant later. I remember you love sashimi." Leon excitedly arranged today's plans.
Fang Xin was silent for a long time. He kept his head down and looked at the ground, walking forward aimlessly. Leon called him several times before he came to his senses.
"Why don't you talk? Are you unhappy?" Leon thought for a moment and felt a little embarrassed. "It's my fault for having too many ideas and not asking you..."
"Leon, I don't blame you." Fang Xin stopped and faced Leon. He said seriously and slowly, "I think I have the answer to what you said last time."
Li Ang tensed up, his breathing slowed down, "You talk, I'm listening."
"I've seen everything you've done to me. I'm very happy to have a good friend like you, but I can't tell you that I like you." Fang Xin frowned and then relaxed, "I like you as a friend, but we can't have the kind of relationship you want."
Neon lights flickered on the street, and Fang Xin sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window watching the traffic.
Today he rejected Leon, but he actually felt relieved after that. He had always used Leon's love to tie him down, promised to give him a chance to pursue him, and then rejected him.
If he stayed with Leon, he would feel that he was being unfair to Leon and that it was not right either way. It would be better to nip this trend in the bud. It didn't matter if Leon hated him in the future or didn't want to be friends with him, as long as he didn't cause any trouble for him, it would be fine.
Fang Xin thought that she would no longer have any headaches after rejecting Li Ang. However, when she saw Lu Ziyan again, she remembered that this man was also enough to give her a headache.
The last time he was sick, he dreamed of another self who said that as long as the original plot developed, he could go back.
If the world does not develop according to this plot, it is unknown what the ending will be like.
Fang Xin had a headache and couldn't rest well. She went to the crew with dark circles under her eyes for several days in a row and was scolded by Director Wan.
Since rejecting Li Ang, Lu Ziyan actually came to visit him on the set.
Fang Xin had never been alone with Lu Ziyan since the last time. Sometimes she felt a little awkward when being with him, and Lu Ziyan seemed to sense his discomfort.
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