Chapter 59 Begins
The first filming location for "Family Time" was the Lan family's old house. As the crew members, carrying their cameras, entered the courtyard, they couldn't help but marvel—the bluestone paths were flanked by lush bamboo groves, the corridors were decorated with antique palace lanterns, and the main hall's plaque read "elegant and upright." While lacking the ethereal aura of the Cloud Recesses, the familiar Suzhou charm permeated every inch.
"This is not a modern old house, it's clearly an ancient imperial palace." The director sighed quietly, and the camera couldn't help but sweep across the bamboo forest in the courtyard again and again.
As soon as I entered the main hall, I saw Lan Xichen sitting on the sofa reading a book. He was wearing a moon-white sweater. The sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows on him, making him look as gentle as a painting. Hearing the noise, he looked up and smiled. "Are you here? Please take a seat. Wen Ning is in the kitchen making breakfast. It will be ready soon. I just hope Ah Xian and Wang Ji haven't woken up yet."
The camera turned, and the study door was half open. Lan Qiren was standing at the desk writing calligraphy with a brush. His gray hair was combed neatly, and he was wearing a modified Zhongshan suit. His wrist was suspended, and his brush moved quickly. The words "quiet" and "elegant" were written on the paper, and his style was as elegant as before.
There were brisk sounds coming from the kitchen, and Wen Ning, wearing a white apron with his sleeves tied, came out. Seeing everyone, he greeted them with a smile: "Young Master Wei and the others will be down soon. Breakfast will be ready soon." He had fair skin, delicate features, and he looked indescribably gentle and pleasing in the apron.
"Mr. Lan's family is so good-looking..." The camera assistant couldn't help but mutter. The camera panned around the three of them, and the barrage of comments began to flood the screen:
"Who is this brother in white? He has such a great temperament!"
"The old man who writes calligraphy has such an aura! He feels like an ancient tutor!"
"The guy who cooks is so gentle! Is he a nanny? He's even more handsome than a celebrity!"
As they were talking, footsteps were heard on the stairs. Wei Wuxian, dressed casually, was walking down the stairs, holding Sizhui with one hand and Lan Wangji with the other. Lan Jingyi, rubbing his eyes, followed behind him. The family was chatting and laughing, and the scene was so heartwarming that it warmed one's heart.
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When the system notification sounded, Wei Wuxian was about to tease Lan Wangji for stealing his quilt last night, but out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a picture frame hanging on the living room wall. What was framed inside was not a painting, but a neatly printed copy of "The House Rules of the Cloud Recesses (Modern Edition)" in Lan Xichen's handwriting, which was elegant and neat.
The director who was filming the scene noticed it, his eyes lit up, and he immediately signaled the cameraman to focus the lens on the frame. He had been in this business for many years and was very good at digging out stories from details. This "house rule" was obviously not simple, and he might be able to film something special.
As everyone sat down to eat breakfast, the filming director finally couldn't help himself. He approached Lan Xichen with a cup of water and said with a smile, "Mr. Lan, excuse me, but the house rules on the living room wall... did you write them? They look very unique."
Lan Xichen put down his chopsticks, wiped the corner of his mouth, and nodded gently: "Yes, my uncle and I sorted it out together."
"The clauses are quite interesting, like 'No cyberbullying' and 'No ignoring traffic rules'. They feel both traditional and modern," the director asked tentatively. "Does it have any special meaning?"
Lan Xichen smiled, his eyes sweeping over Lan Wangji, who was serving food to Sizhui, and then looking at Wei Wuxian, who was fighting with Jingyi for a bun. His tone was filled with nostalgia, "People in our family have always valued rules. These rules are both constraints and reminders. No matter where you go, there are some fundamental principles that you cannot lose."
He didn't dwell on the past of "Cloud Recesses," but he cleverly explained the significance of the family rules. While the filming director didn't delve deeper, he was moved by his gentle tone and insightful approach, and couldn't help but sigh, "You're such a gentle person! No wonder you could write such unique family rules."
Lan Xichen smiled and said nothing more. He turned to look at Sizhui, "Sizhui, is the lotus seed soup sweet today? Wen Ning specially added some extra rock sugar."
Si Zhui nodded and whispered, "Tian, thank you uncle, thank you brother Wen Ning."
At this moment, Lan Qiren walked out of the study, holding a scroll he had just written. Seeing the camera in the living room, his brows furrowed slightly, but he said nothing. He simply handed the scroll to Lan Xichen and said, "Hang this up too."
The words "家和" (home harmony) were written on the scroll, their powerful brushstrokes conveying the elders' aspirations for a family. The filming director quickly asked the cameraman to capture this scene, secretly impressed. Despite the many rules and regulations, this family exuded warmth and harmony, far more authentic than those deliberately constructed "perfect families."
After breakfast, Wei Wuxian took the children out to the courtyard, Lan Wangji went to the study to work, and Lan Xichen accompanied Lan Qiren to pack up his writing brushes. The director filming this scene suddenly felt that although the Lan family mansion was full of "rules," it was more reassuring than anywhere else.
"It seems that the hottest point of this season is certain." He winked at the camera and pointed the lens at the family rules on the wall again. The sunlight filtered through the window lattice, casting a warm spot of light on the word "family harmony".
Wei Wuxian leaned against a pillar in the corridor, watching Sizhui and Jingyi chasing butterflies not far away. He listened to the system's constant notifications, and suddenly felt that even being governed by this modern version of family rules wasn't such a bad thing. At least, the people around him were still there, and home was still there.
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