Chapter 42 Chapter 042 Yan's eldest daughter Shannai...
The meaning of the words was too ambiguous. Even though Nan Fei had prepared herself mentally before the teasing, she was still startled and struggled to get up.
Fortunately, Yan Nanxing was not very strong, so he let him break free and distanced himself from him. His mind calmed down again, and when he saw the sly smile in the other's eyes, he immediately realized that this was just a tease.
The restless hand fell into nothingness, and then it was brought to the tip of his nose to sniff. Yan Nanxing's eyes dimmed slightly: "If you don't leave now, this won't be a joke."
He's clearly urging me to leave... Can't you just talk nicely?
Maybe he was not good at saying goodbye, so he deliberately used words that sounded like driving him away and directed it at himself. Nan Fei actually didn't know how to start the conversation, but on second thought, he really didn't want to leave any regrets today.
"Yan Nanxing."
"Um?"
The person who had been expected to leave after this sentence still paused. Yan Nanxing turned around and saw Nan Fei speaking to him seriously, "I had a great time today. See you next time."
Every word was so precious that Yan Nanxing felt his scalp tingling.
He was stunned for a moment, but saw Nan Fei still standing there, as if she would not leave unless he gave her the same response.
After a long while, he finally forced a smile and said, "Okay, see you next time."
It wasn't until he actually said it that he realized it wasn't that difficult. What's more subtle is that he began to look forward to the next date.
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The fifth day of April is the Qingming Festival, a time for offering sacrifices.
Like previous years, it happened to rain lightly today, and the mountain road was wet and muddy, but it became solid again after repeated trampling.
Xing Rui cursed and complained about the mess at home, about which relative was arguing over the division of the family property, and which uncle's mistress came with her illegitimate child to demand recognition of her ancestral home... He talked for a long time, and in the background, apart from the fine rain, there was only swirling smoke coming from somewhere.
The other two companions were silent the entire way. Just listening to him talk was enough to wear them out. Xing Rui coughed dryly and sighed, "Why don't you two say something? Otherwise, I'll be the clown. As the saying goes, don't air your dirty laundry in public. Am I supposed to be playing a joke on you two young masters?"
The Yan family members were all reserved and reserved. Even Yan Nanxing, who appeared friendly and affable, was actually cold on the inside. He was especially unwilling to pretend around Qingming Festival. When Xing Rui started the conversation, he glanced away calmly, "This isn't a good thing. With such a prosperous family, Qingming Festival is bound to be lively."
Xing Rui: ...It sounds like an insult.
He couldn't argue with Yan Nanxing, so he turned to look at the other one: "Orange Juice, why don't you say something?"
The person who was called paused for a moment, then raised his hand and pushed up his glasses: "I am indeed blessed."
Yan Nanxing snorted and laughed, and Xing Rui stopped talking.
Well, this guy wasn't listening at all.
"You're so busy, how can you still come and visit the graves with us?" Yan Nanxing tilted her head to glance at him. "Didn't you say you couldn't come before?"
"Well, it's because the situation at home is so chaotic that I came out to get some peace and quiet." Xing Rui regained his smiling face. "Luckily, it's just you two brothers. If your old man was here, I would rather go back and suffer."
"Wow, here we are."
The three of them walked up the mountain and when they reached the halfway point, they could see a cemetery built against the mountain in just a few steps. In the past two days, people came to pay their respects, and the usually solemn and cold place seemed to be quite lively. Bouquets of flowers and tributes were placed in front of many tombs, and they also took into consideration the residents who had no visitors. When they arrived at their destination, they saw that in front of the small tombstone, there were scattered branches of different flowers, which were placed by someone.
"As expected, our little baby is welcome wherever he goes."
Xing Rui looked at the photo on the tombstone with some nostalgia. The girl in the photo was only nine or ten years old, with long black hair. It could be seen that she was a beauty since childhood. When the photo was taken, the girl was smiling with her mouth open, wearing a light-colored puffy skirt, and holding a woolen doll tightly in her arms. It was obvious at a glance that she was raised by her family with great care. Her death at such a young age would make people extremely sad no matter when they saw her.
The girl's facial features were exactly the same as those of the tall and graceful Yan Nanxing next to her, as if they were enlarged in proportion. However, the adult beauty's eyes were slightly cold, and her knee-length windbreaker was blown by the cold wind, revealing a corner of her red skirt.
Below the photo is engraved the information of the tombstone’s owner: Tomb of Shannai, the eldest daughter of the Yan family.
Yan Nanxing lowered her eyes and stepped forward to place down a handful of camellia flowers in full bloom. "It's your birthday again. Your favorite camellia tree bloomed early this year. I just picked the most beautiful ones this morning and sent them to you."
Xing Rui and Yan Kongqing placed the other gifts one by one, and while Yan Nanxing was reminiscing about the past, they quietly cleaned up the dust around them.
According to usual practice, Yan Nanxing would probably chat for a while, so the other two simply left him some private time and went to wait aside after the worship.
When they were out of earshot, Yan Kongqing turned around and said directly, "Were you the one who sent those flowers in front of Nana's grave?"
Xing Rui choked and pretended to be busy, turning his head: "Hey, what are you talking about?"
"I'm different from Yan Nanxing. He's willing to indulge in fantasy, thinking that many people still remember and love Nana, but I know you send people to send flowers every now and then." Yan Kongqing looked indifferent and analyzed rationally, "You're not trying to please Yan Nanxing, you're doing it purely for yourself. With all due respect, Mr. Xing, even if your feelings for Shannai were pure at the beginning, you're still loyal to her after all these years. It's ridiculous that I think you're a perverted pedophile who covets our sister."
Xing Rui's eyes suddenly widened: "Damn it, don't spread rumors! I'm just obsessed with that time, but I'm wrong!"
Xing Rui, desperate to explain something, said, "That's not as noble as you, Mr. Yan. Nanxing has her reasons for not letting go, but Nanai is your sister! How can you not be so sad when you don't see her?"
After saying this, Xing Rui realized that he had spoken out of turn, but Yan Kongqing acted as if nothing had happened and even nodded nonchalantly: "You're right, I really don't have that much emotion."
"If everyone had been as devastated as Yan Nanxing back then, the Yan family would have collapsed long ago."
Xing Rui felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry, that's not what I meant..."
"I know." Yan Kongqing interrupted him, "It only takes a moment to feel sad. It's true that I miss you, but it's also true that there's no need to waste time. Death is like the extinguishing of a light, so it's inappropriate to trap the living."
As he spoke, Yan Kongqing turned his gaze to Yan Nanxing, who was smiling not far away. He was squatting in front of the tombstone, his long hair like a waterfall casting a shadow. When he laughed heartily, it seemed as if the cheerful and sensible child that people loved was really growing up well.
"I heard that you guys have re-created your account." Yan Kongqing suddenly said, "This time you're using Nanxing's real name, not Shannai."
The early video style of "Shannai" was never cross-dressing, but recording daily life in women's clothing. Xing Rui, who was in charge of the filming, often joked that it was very similar to the memoirs of his deceased wife. He was severely beaten by Yan Nanxing and never mentioned it again, but he never made similar content again. Instead, he transformed and started doing cross-dressing.
In the online violence incidents of the past two years, what really hurt Yan Nanxing was not the malicious slander, but every deliberately insulting remark, which, without exception, mentioned Shannai's name. This name, which Yan Nanxing had carefully maintained, protected, and used with great care, was actually slandered because of his popularity, which made Yan Nanxing feel so guilty that he became depressed.
Yan Kongqing didn't say a word, but Xing Rui understood: "Yes, he dared to face it, and his previous illness has not recurred. The most important thing is that he is now trying to wear more neutral styles or men's clothing."
He no longer forced himself to be Yan Shannai, but to be Yan Nanxing again.
Only the two people who have been with him for so many years know how big a change this is for Yan Nanxing.
"Good news." After hearing the good news, Yan Kongqing's tone became much more relaxed. "Now that Nanxing has narrowed her only weakness, her future will only be a good start."
"I'm really curious about how something we've tried so hard to change for so many years could turn out like this in just over half a month."
An opportunity?
Xing Rui thought of someone almost instantly.
If you think about it carefully... it was really since that time when he went to "Xinyuan" and signed the variety show contract that Yan Nanxing's condition has been getting better day by day.
Coming to the conclusion, Xing Rui sneered: "It's hard to say now, but you will know after a while."
Yan Kongqing was confused: "What?"
"In short, you're going to have a cousin-in-law!"
The great news came crashing down, but before they could ask in detail, Yan Nanxing had already finished his conversation and strode towards them: "What are you talking about so loudly?"
Xing Rui fell silent, not daring to speak when Yan Nanxing was at his most unstable. He was also afraid that Yan Kongqing, who was unsure, would repeat what he had said directly, so he interrupted him hastily, "I didn't say anything, just chatting nonsense."
"Well, we just happened to be talking about your new account." Yan Kongqing changed the subject shrewdly, "The experimental funds haven't come in yet, so you can ask me to shoot something in the next month or so."
"Alright, gold medal photographer, I'll outsource this to you." Yan Nanxing patted his cousin's shoulder, very satisfied. "Have you seen the style of my new account?"
Because I intend to completely abandon the original label, the script design content is completely different from the old account, and is closer to the concept of stream of consciousness. It is innovative at the juncture of public aesthetic fatigue. First, it must be novel and break the convention, and second, the atmosphere must be maximized. This requires a high level of photographers.
It just so happens that I can't recruit anyone. If Yan Kongqing, the millionaire photographer, is willing to help, that would be great.
"Be more confident in my skills. There is nothing I can't shoot and post-process." Yan Kongqing said, and opened his mobile phone to check his new account. Unexpectedly, before he clicked into the short video software, a Weibo push with the word "explosive" was directly posted on the homepage.
Yan Kongqing had very good reaction ability and stopped after just one glance.
Seeing that the person suddenly stopped moving, Yan Nanxing looked puzzled: "What's wrong?"
"I don't know much about the entertainment industry, nor do I understand much about public opinion." Yan Kongqing frowned and turned his phone interface around to show them. "So, is this just a clickbait headline, or is it true?"
At this time, on the Weibo hot search interface, the real-time hot search and the entertainment hot search list are all the same content, and the number of views is still increasing continuously.
#Yan Nanxing Nanfei is not in harmony
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