Chapter 20 Chapter 020 The distance between the two...
Looking up, his eyes met the stunning beauty, and Nan Fei's first reaction was to be stunned.
Having spent so much time in the entertainment industry, his aesthetic standards had long been raised. But when he opened the door and saw this beautiful "lady," through her delicate and charming makeup, Nan Fei's first reaction was that she looked strangely familiar. The "beauty's" somewhat awkward figure also made him very alert. His words came out without thinking, and Nan Fei actually thought the person in front of him was Yan Nanxing.
But the answer in the next second made this absurd idea come true.
A light word "fate" came to his ears. Perhaps the impact of this scene was too strong, Nan Fei's mind went blank for a moment, and he was unable to fight back immediately.
The best opportunity had been missed. Yan Nanxing chuckled and pursed her lips: "If you don't say anything, then I will assume that you think so too~"
"You..." Nan Fei was speechless. He tried to think of many things, but in the end, he was at a loss for words. Finally, he asked again, "Why are you here?"
Yan Nanxing: "I'm accompanying my old man to meet his friends. What about you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from behind: "I told you to knock on the door, why are you still dilly-dallying?"
It turned out that the two of them had been deadlocked at the door for a while, which attracted Old Master Yan to come up to check. At first glance, he saw Nan Fei standing tall and gracefully opposite him.
Old Master Yan narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully looked around at the man. Nan Fei stood up straight unconsciously, and then he saw a faint smile on the elder's face: "Young man, who is Lou Likun to you?"
"It's my grandpa." Nan Fei understood the situation after just two simple words. "You have an appointment with grandpa today, right? Please come in, grandpa."
Old Master Yan looked at Nan Fei with considerable admiration: "She doesn't look much like your mother, but she does look a lot like your grandfather, and she has an excellent character. Your name is Nan Fei? Which Fei?"
"The above is not the context, Grandpa knows me?"
"I remember now. He's the most promising one among the younger generation. Your grandfather always mentions him. It's hard not to have a deep impression of him." Old Master Yan chuckled and then asked, "How are you getting along with our Nanxing?"
When Old Master Yan said something sudden, the expressions of the two younger generations changed a little. Nan Fei immediately looked up at Yan Nanxing with questioning eyes, fearing that this man had said some nonsense to his grandfather.
The wrongly accused Yan Nanxing sighed deeply. Everything connected. "Grandpa, you knew I was filming a variety show because you heard my grandfather tell you?"
No wonder.
I even brought him along for the appointment today, maybe it was intentional.
But Yan Nanxing felt that this intentional element was more because he learned that his younger generations had some interactions with each other, and just wanted to have a small gathering, so he put the familiar children together to play.
Yan Nanxing's heart moved slightly. He was almost 30 years old, so why did this old man still treat him like a child?
Old Master Yan glanced at him, snorted, and turned back: "Yeah, if my old friend hadn't mentioned it, I still wouldn't know what you've been tinkering with behind my back every day."
The misunderstanding was resolved, and Nan Fei breathed a sigh of relief: "My grandpa misses you too. Grandpa, come with me."
Facing his elders, his attitude became much better. He welcomed them in with a smile, and then looked at Yan Nanxing, meeting his teasing gaze.
"You're so good at calling me grandpa." Yan Nanxing walked up to him and smiled at him in a low voice. "Nan Fei, so you like playing hard to get?"
Nan Fei's smile suddenly disappeared.
When the three of them entered the room, Yan Nanxing discovered that there was a partition in the small room, and outside the partition were piles of various papers and calligraphy works, some hanging on the wall, some rolled up and piled together, with only a corner of the writing showing. Judging from the handwriting style, it was obvious that they were all written by the same person.
It should be Nan Fei’s grandfather, Mr. Lou Likun.
Sure enough, after entering the compartment, an old gentleman with gray hair was holding a pen and writing. His strokes were vigorous and powerful, exactly the same as the calligraphy outside the room, but the writer had an amiable and cheerful look, and seemed very approachable.
"Grandpa, Grandpa Yan is here."
Nan Fei reminded softly, and the old man raised his left hand to stop him. He didn't let out a breath until the last word fell, then turned around to look at the few people.
"Oh, you're here on time." Old Lou touched his white beard, then looked past his friend and fixed his eyes on Yan Nanxing.
He was somewhat surprised and spoke kindly, "Old Yan, is this your precious granddaughter? She is indeed very rare. No wonder you keep her at home and don't want anyone to see her."
After these words were spoken, the expressions of the two Yan family members froze slightly. It was Nan Fei who spoke up first to remind them, "Grandpa, this is the Yan Nanxing I told you about. He just likes to dress like this. He's a boy."
Unexpectedly, Mr. Lou was very tolerant. After the explanation, he was only slightly stunned, and then calmly smoothed things over: "You are lucky. Your children and grandchildren are all good-looking. Unlike me, my family has a weak fate with daughters. My grandchildren are all boys."
Nan Fei was puzzled for a moment and thought, Grandpa, you wouldn't flatter me so much as to bring down your own child, would you?
But the atmosphere was at least relaxed, and Old Master Yan began to be modest: "Hey, don't flatter me so much. What's the point of being pretty? You're still just a brat. You only make me angry every day. I'm tired of scolding you too much. The younger generation has a lot of ideas now, and I can't control them anymore."
After being told this, Yan Nanxing was still able to maintain a smile, which was the greatest courtesy he could show to his old man.
Nan Fei glanced over and saw the forced smile, and managed to hold it back.
Even if you are a person who is usually very good at dealing with people, you have to behave like a grandson in this situation.
After chatting for a few unpleasant words, seeing several people crowded together, Lou Laoda waved his hand and said, "Since you are here, don't squeeze in this small place. Come on, let's go out for tea."
Walking to the other side of the compartment and opening the door, they found a row of tea rooms inside. Old Master Lou called over the two younger generations, "Nan Fei, your Grandpa Yan and I haven't seen each other for a long time. I won't drag you two along. Take Nan Xing to play next door."
"Go play next door" is a bit funny, like coaxing a child.
Yan Nanxing turned around and raised his eyebrows.
Nan Fei agreed, turned around and saw Yan Nanxing's expression, and her ears suddenly turned red.
Only then did he realize that this meant that he would be alone with Yan Nanxing for the entire afternoon!
But the words of promise had already been spoken, and when he looked again, he saw that the two elders had also entered the tea room. It would be bad to go over and say that he didn't want to be in the same room with Yan Nanxing, right?
Nan Fei has been sensible since he was a child, and he cares about his reputation.
"Okay, the grandpas are gone, why are you still here?" Yan Nanxing stepped forward, bowed slightly, and stared at Nan Fei without moving his eyes. "Take me to play next door, Nan Fei, brother?"
Yan Nanxing is different today. His light makeup only outlines his facial features, making people feel that he seems to have always looked like this, charming and lovely, and his every frown and smile affects the emotions of the viewers.
The distance between the two was so close that Nan Fei could smell the sweet scent of Yan Nanxing's lip balm, so close that the light perfume seemed to slowly wrap and soak him.
He could even see Yan Nanxing's trembling eyelashes, and his mind unconsciously began to replay the morning of the filming, when the sleepy Yan Nanxing was caught off guard and revealed her bare face.
But when he was distracted, he realized that it was all his imagination. Yan Nanxing was just smiling, and that was enough to play him in the palm of his hand.
It makes people inexplicably irritated.
Nan Fei took a step back, suppressing his restless emotions. He didn't dare to look at Yan Nanxing's face. He just walked towards another tea room and urged, "Come here quickly."
"Okay~" Seeing that everyone was almost at a loss, Yan Nanxing stood up and followed happily.
The tea room is filled with the fragrance of plants and trees, which calms the mind.
Nan Fei skillfully found some tea leaves from the tea room and placed them on the table one by one. "Which one do you want?"
Yan Nanxing walked across to him and scanned the teas. He found that they were all rare and not very cheap on the market. He sighed, "Such good tea, are you willing to treat me to some?"
"You are a guest, and you must always follow the etiquette of hospitality." Seeing that Yan Nanxing was not that interested, Nan Fei picked one at random. When he was about to make tea, Yan Nanxing stretched out his hand to block his action.
"Let me do it." Congbai's fingertips pressed the other side of the pot lid. "I'm not used to drinking tea made by others."
My grandfather did teach me that making tea is a technical skill. Some people are picky about it and think that drinking tea is all about the atmosphere.
Nan Fei's tea-making skills can only be considered as brewing. Since Yan Nanxing volunteered to do the job, he might as well do it.
Perhaps because of her "family tradition", Yan Nanxing's movements in making tea were beautiful and neat. With the addition of this outfit, Nan Fei suddenly realized what her grandfather meant by "eating in the atmosphere".
He couldn't help but stare at Yan Nanxing's hands.
In fact, he had observed this before. On the first night of recording the show, his focus was entirely on the thin calluses on Yan Nanxing's palms. But now, looking at the back of his hands, Nan Fei realized that Yan Nanxing's hands were so beautiful that they were almost unbelievable.
Those were a pair of slender hands with distinct joints, which seemed to be a shade whiter than those of ordinary people. The nails were round and translucent, and it was obvious that they were well taken care of on a daily basis.
Just like him, he looks bright and beautiful on the surface, but is actually "full of bad deeds" on the inside.
Nan Fei couldn't help but ask: "Yan Nanxing, do you usually do manicures?"
"Hmm?" Yan Nanxing didn't stop what he was doing, but just glanced up briefly, "Why do you say that?"
"Don't stereotype me. Do you think girls have to have manicures?"
"It's not because of this..." Nan Fei stared at his shiny fingernails, unable to determine whether he had painted nail polish.
What if the person looks like this...
"I occasionally wear armor depending on the occasion, but I don't use it privately." Yan Nanxing explained simply, "There are too many things I need to do manually, and the nature of my job doesn't allow it."
Nan Fei moved her lips, but chose to speak out: "I want to ask, are there any paint on your nails?"
After he finished speaking, he added a compliment, "It's very beautiful."
Yan Nanxing: “…Puff.”
If it looks good, there must be something fishy.
"That's not right. You can't even recognize this in your circle?" Yan Nanxing was also amused by this little action. He raised a hand and waved it at Nan Fei, "This is armor oil."
Oh, so that means my hands are just like this.
Nan Fei blinked.
It’s really beautiful.
Realizing what he was thinking, Nan Fei laughed at himself and thought it was ridiculous, and immediately closed his eyes.
Calm your mind and concentrate.
Fortunately, this little episode passed quickly and Yan Nanxing didn't notice anything wrong.
The teacup was burning on the small stove. The two of them sat facing each other, and for a moment they were so quiet that it was a little unbearable.
Mingming... not long ago, he was worried that Yan Nanxing would do something embarrassing to him when they were alone.
As a result, Yan Nanxing stopped moving, and he became a little anxious again.
...Does he owe it?
Yan Nanxing was quite good, used to being alone, and good at chatting and laughing with others. In any case, he never put himself in an awkward position. It was not until the familiar aroma of tea began to waft that he noticed that Nan Fei across from him was already getting a little uneasy.
"Nan Fei, are you afraid of me?" Yan Nanxing was confident and asked directly, "Are you afraid that I will do something to you, or are you afraid that I will do nothing?"
Nan Fei looked away after her thoughts were exposed: "You think too much."
"Really? I better be overthinking it. After all, we're going to be here for the whole afternoon~"
Yan Nanxing supported her cheeks, her eyes smiling: "Alright, what's there to pretend between us? Even if you can sit there all afternoon, I can't help myself. Let's talk?"
"What to talk about?" Nan Fei frowned, "It seems that there is nothing to talk about between us."
"That's not up to you to decide—"
Yan Nanxing dragged out her tone, as if acting like a spoiled child, and coaxed, "Come on, we obviously have a lot of privacy to share."
"Just treat it as a game, a confession, how about that?"
The author has something to say:
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The transition chapter was a little slow to write, but I finally caught up.
I'm going to secretly delete the sentence "update at 9 o'clock"...
The next filming will start in two chapters! We will arrange some "Shura Field" by then [cat head]
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