Chapter 152 The Sense of Taking on Responsibility
"Hello, senior sister." Cheng Xuyuan quickly guessed the woman's identity and greeted her with a smile.
Wan Fei smiled and said, "Xuyuan, since you call me Senior Sister, I have something to say."
Seeing Wan Fei's serious look, Cheng Xuyuan's heart skipped a beat, thinking that this senior sister would not give him any warning.
If that were the case, today I would...
Although he was nervous in his heart, Cheng Xuyuan still smiled and said, "Sister, if you have anything to say, please tell me. I am listening."
"Okay, I won't be polite then."
Wan Fei invited Cheng Xuyuan to go inside and said, "When I watched "The Pursuit of Happyness", I admired you very much."
"But after watching 'Desire', especially the time you arranged for Liu Huifang to marry Wang Husheng, I wanted to beat you up."
"Look at you, how come you wrote such a good novel?!"
After hearing this, Cheng Xuyuan was speechless.
Just as he was about to explain, he heard someone in the study say, "You, you have written a lot of works, why don't you understand Xu Yuan's purpose in writing like this?"
"His book 'Desire' is mainly about ordinary people's yearning for a better life in the context of the times."
"The marriage between Wang Husheng and Liu Huifang was actually inevitable."
As he said this, Mr. Wan came out.
Although he is over seventy years old, Mr. Wan is still in good spirits.
He glanced at the tea leaves in Cheng Xuyuan's hand and said, "Come on, come on, why are you still holding something?"
"Come, come and talk with me in the study."
Only then did Cheng Xuyuan begin to look around at Mr. Wan's residence.
The furnishings in the spacious living room are very simple. The most eye-catching thing is a picture of red plum blossoms, which is particularly eye-catching.
Cheng Xuyuan put down the tea leaves in his hand and said with a smile: "Teacher, this is my first time visiting you. If I come empty-handed, I'm afraid you will chase me away."
"So, I brought some tea leaves given by a friend, just to show my appreciation."
Mr. Wan looked at Cheng Xuyuan, who was neither humble nor arrogant, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
"Okay, stop talking nonsense!" As Mr. Wan spoke, he walked into the study.
The study is not too big, but it is very tidy. Apart from the books, the most eye-catching thing is a record player that looks a bit old.
Mr. Wan sat down behind the desk, motioned Cheng Xuyuan to sit down on the rattan chair opposite him and asked, "What have you been busy with these days?"
"Teacher, in addition to studying, I am currently writing a novel."
While speaking, Cheng Xuyuan recounted the general content of his work "The Hidden".
Although most of Wan Lao's works are scripts, he couldn't help but nodded after listening to Cheng Xuyuan's words and said, "Xuyuan, the plot design of your "Lush" is very good."
“If it is written, it will be very attractive.”
"But in the process of creation, you have to pay attention to..."
After chatting about the works for a while, Mr. Wan picked up the teacup and took a sip of water and said, "A few days ago, Shizhi and his friends came over and talked about the rehearsal of The Pursuit of Happyness."
"Now, except for the actors, everything else has been finalized."
"Shizhi also wants you to take a look and then decide on the actors."
After hearing about the actors being confirmed, Cheng Xuyuan hesitated for a moment and said, "Teacher, Dean Yu and his team are very experienced in this area. This is my first time to be involved in a drama. Is it like an amateur guiding an expert to give me some advice?"
Elder Wan looked at Cheng Xuyuan with a smile, and when he finished speaking, he nodded at him and said, "You, don't try to be cunning!"
"I know what you're thinking."
"Are you afraid that others will say you are bossy?"
"I'm telling you, you don't have to worry about this. Not to mention that Shizhi and his friends are always striving for perfection in a play and are willing to listen to criticism."
"As the author of The Pursuit of Happyness, you should also have ideas about the protagonist."
"Say what needs to be said boldly."
"As for us, we must have the heart to take on the responsibility!"
"I'm here!"
Hearing the last sentence, Cheng Xuyuan felt warm in his heart.
He immediately said, "Teacher, then I will tell you everything I know."
At Mr. Wan's house, Cheng Xuyuan chatted for more than an hour. Seeing that Mr. Wan looked a little tired, he prepared to leave.
But Elder Wan stopped him and said, "This is your first time here, so you must have a meal."
"Your senior sister is cooking. You can read a book in my study. I'll go lie down for a while."
"I'm old, and I can't match you young people in energy and spirit."
Being able to be arranged to read in the study is naturally the treatment of a direct disciple.
For an author, the study can be said to be his fundamental place.
Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "Teacher, you can go and have a rest. I'll go see if my senior sister needs any help with cooking."
"To be honest, I have been in our school library these past two days, reading a few cookbooks."
Looking at Cheng Xuyuan walking towards the kitchen with a smile on his face, Mr. Wan nodded involuntarily. He was becoming more and more satisfied with this student.
Not only is he capable, but he also has high emotional intelligence.
Such people will have a wider and wider path to travel.
Wan Fei was processing a carp. When she saw Cheng Xuyuan coming in, she asked, "Xuyuan, why are you here instead of chatting with my dad?"
"Sister, the teacher is a little tired. I came to see if there is anything I can do to help."
Wan Fang waved her hand and said, "Find a book to read, or listen to a record. There's nothing I can help you with here."
Cheng Xuyuan took a look at the half-cooked carp and said, "Senior sister, when I was in my hometown, I was very good at cooking fish."
“However, after coming to school, I haven’t had the chance to cook fish for some days.”
"It's a good opportunity for me to practice today."
Wan Fei is not good at cooking fish.
However, her father likes to eat fish, so even though her cooking skills are average, she has no choice but to go ahead and try.
Hearing Cheng Xuyuan's words, he immediately said, "Okay, then you come."
In Cheng Xuyuan's previous life, he cooked all his own meals.
Although his skills were average, cooking helped him a lot.
With his current excellent memory and previous hands-on ability, he quickly made a dish of sweet and sour carp.
Looking at the fragrant sweet and sour carp, Wan Fei couldn't help but say, "Xuyuan, in my impression, a talent like you should stay away from the kitchen. I didn't expect that your cooking skills are quite good."
"In the future, whoever marries you will be blessed!"
"By the way, do you have a date? If not, I can introduce you to one."
Just as Cheng Xuyuan was about to respond, he heard Master Wan say, "He's still in school, why are you talking to him about this?"
As he spoke, his eyes fell on the plate of sweet and sour carp and said, "This fish is well cooked. Xiaofei, you should learn more from this in the future."
"You are not as good as Xuyuan in writing, and you seem to be even worse at cooking."
Hearing this, Wan Fei was not angry, and still said with a smile: "Xuyuan, you should come often in the future, so that people won't dislike my poor cooking skills."
While we were chatting and laughing, the prepared dishes were served on the table.
Mr. Wan doesn't like to talk much while eating, so the meal was peaceful and warm.
After lunch, Mr. Wan wanted to take a nap, so Cheng Xuyuan asked to leave. But before he left, Mr. Wan looked at Cheng Xuyuan and said, "You seem to be missing something with what you are wearing."
"What's missing?"
Cheng Xuyuan looked at himself and felt that nothing was wrong! Although his clothes were still the same as when he came to Yanjing, Cheng Xuyuan washed them very clean.
As for the rest, he felt even less.
Just when Cheng Xuyuan was puzzled, he saw Mr. Wan suddenly walked into the study, and soon he came out with a small box.
When Wan Fei saw the small box in Wan Lao's hand, she was stunned for a moment and didn't say anything.
Mr. Wan opened the box directly, revealing a finely crafted fountain pen.
"This is a pen given to me by a friend, but I have been leaving it unused."
"Come, I'll bring it to you." As he spoke, Mr. Wan put the pen into Cheng Xuyuan's left upper pocket.
Feeling the heavy pen, Cheng Xuyuan was speechless.
Although Cheng Xuyuan did not object to everyone's preference for putting pens in their shirt pockets, he did not follow the trend either.
But I didn't expect that when I visited Mr. Wan's home, I was given a pen.
"Xiao Fei, look, is this much better?" Old Wan looked at Cheng Xuyuan, who looked more and more gentle and refined, and asked Wan Fei.
Wan Fei said: "Dad, you are right. With this pen inserted, Xu Yuan does look much better!"
Listening to the two people's comments, Cheng Xuyuan could only say: "Thank you, teacher."
"Okay, go and get busy." Elder Wan waved his hand and said, "Come and sit with me more often when you have nothing to do in the future."
As he spoke, he handed the small box to Cheng Xuyuan and said, "Take it!"
Cheng Xuyuan took the box and saw the words "Parker Pen" written on it in English.
Seeing the exquisiteness of the fountain pen, Cheng Xuyuan hurriedly said, "Teacher, this gift is really precious. How about giving me the fountain pen you used before? Maybe I can write even better."
Elder Wan laughed and said, "Okay, stop making excuses."
"This pen is perfect for you."
As he spoke, he walked towards the bedroom.
Wan Fei smiled and said, "Xuyuan, since Dad thinks you look good wearing this pen, then you can use it."
Cheng Xuyuan looked at the box in his hand and finally said, "Thank you, teacher."
After coming out of Muxidi, Cheng Xuyuan rode his bicycle and rushed towards the Yanjing Theater.
When we arrived at the Yenching Theater, it was just past lunchtime and there were not many people in the office area of Yenching People's Art Theater.
When Cheng Xuyuan was thinking about finding a place to rest for a while, he saw a tall and handsome young man walking out of the office area of Yanjing People's Art Theater with a dejected look on his face.
"Old Hou, don't be discouraged. Director Shen said that you still have a chance." A familiar voice came over.
Along with the sound, Feng Laoer walked out.
Cheng Xuyuan hadn't seen Feng Laoer for a few days and didn't expect to meet him here.
Just as he was about to say hello, Feng Lao Er also saw him and hurriedly asked, "Teacher Cheng, why are you here?"
Cheng Xuyuan smiled and said, "I'm here to do something."
"And you?"
Feng Laoer glanced at the tall man in front of him and said, "Teacher Cheng, I'm here with a friend to do something."
"This is my classmate Hou Shimao, now an actor in the Minzhou Drama Troupe."
Feng Laoer said this, then hesitated for a moment and said, "Lao Hou, this is Cheng Xu, my colleague, who is currently studying at Yenching University."
Hou Shimao greeted Cheng Xuyuan politely and didn't say much. It was obvious that he was not in a very good mood.
Cheng Xuyuan looked at Hou Shimao for a few seconds and felt a sense of emotion.
No wonder he was chosen to play in "The Shepherd" in later generations, he is indeed very suitable.
While Cheng Xuyuan was pondering, Hou Shimao was already feeling uncomfortable from Cheng Xuyuan's gaze, so he said directly to Feng Laoer, "Laoer, I'm leaving first."
As he spoke, he strode forward.
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