Chapter 94 Box
When Yan Jing asked this question, Jun Baisong was already squatting in his arms eating freeze-dried salmon.
Both father and son are the same and prefer seafood.
Jun Qiulan remained calm. "Sometimes I need some personal time. I've turned off my phone out of habit. We lived without phones before, didn't we?"
Yan Jing was just asking casually.
When he is in seclusion studying movies, he will turn off his phone to prevent any external disturbances.
Everyone has their own habits.
He hugged Jun Baisong and said, "Has this guy lost some weight recently?"
Jun Qiulan nodded. "It's not good for him to be too fat. Although he's a solid baby with a lot of muscle, it's also a burden on his body. The weather has been getting hotter recently. I took him to the village for a few days and I thought it would be good for him to lose some weight."
Yan Jing smiled and said, "This is the scientific way to raise a cat."
Although cats like to find a place and lie down all day, they actually have a lot of energy.
It is indeed inconvenient to take cats out in the city because the situation on the streets is too complicated.
It’s much better in the village. Cats go out to catch butterflies and play with other kittens. Exercise is good for health.
Don’t say the village is unclean, just do deworming regularly.
Look at the big fat cat on his lap, so clean.
It’s obvious that Jun Qiulan takes good care of her.
"Where is the old man? Didn't they say they arrived early?" Jun Qiulan was puzzled. Master Qingheng also told him that he had arrived.
As a result, neither of the two old men is seen now.
Yan Jing: "I'm drinking tea next door."
Jun Qiulan nodded, "What about this courtyard?"
At first he thought they would meet at a restaurant, but when he arrived by taxi he found out that it was a courtyard house.
The location is a bit remote, but the scenery and environment are quite good, and a lot of landscaping has been done.
Yan Jing smiled and said, "Grandpa likes this place and said he wants to find a place to retire. We bought this piece of land just to build this courtyard for him."
It was built a long time ago, but has never been lived in.
The main reason is that grandma doesn’t want to.
Although the two old people rarely speak to each other now that they are old, often say that they have different views on life and often quarrel with each other, they still have a good relationship.
Grandma is a fashionable old lady who likes to live in a big city, so the old man naturally lives with her.
The old lady also loves grandpa very much. Recently, she took the initiative to suggest that she come over to spend some time with grandpa picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence.
The old lady has a lot of stuff, so it will take a few days to pack it up, and it will arrive in a few days.
Yan Jing had to come early because of some issues with the crew, so the old man came with him.
After hearing this, Jun Qiulan also smiled, "We met when we were young, and have been together all our lives. How many people can envy such a love."
At least, he had never seen such an old couple before.
In the capital, everyone envies an old couple, but the husband still has several concubines in his room.
There is no phenomenon of having three wives and four concubines in the village, but many elderly couples just make do with their lives and have no love at all.
People like his parents are extremely rare.
Seeing how deeply he was touched, Yan Jing couldn't help but ask a question.
"What about you? Are you planning to have a relationship now? What kind of person would you like?"
Yan Jing himself didn't know where the nervousness in his heart came from when he asked this question.
Jun Qiulan was a little surprised, but it was normal for friends to talk about such issues. Qu Feng had asked him about it before.
He thought about it and realized that maybe it was because of his sexual orientation that in ancient times, people had never considered what kind of person they would spend the rest of their lives with.
Because his identity did not allow it, all he thought at that time was to delay it for as long as possible.
I was young at that time, and I didn’t think about long-term issues, nor did I consider things thoroughly.
Later, the emperor had his own son, and due to changes in the court, he had no time to think about this kind of problem. He even felt a secret sense of relief in his heart, because at that time, no minister would want to marry his daughter to him.
Later, he was exiled and had this opportunity, and he kept shuttling between the two worlds.
When it comes to falling in love, just like Wan'er said before, which world should he look for someone from?
Are the secrets and missions he carries enough to allow him to fall in love at this time?
But if you put aside all these external factors, he thought, he would prefer a man who could be on par with him.
Answer Yan Jing’s question now.
He smiled and said, "I'm only twenty years old. Isn't it a little too early to fall in love?"
Just as Yan Jing was about to speak, the voice of Taoist Qingheng came from the door.
"Twenty years old is not young. In ancient times, children would be running around. Besides, it's not like Taoist priests in our lineage can't get married and have children. I always advise your brothers and nephews to consider their personal problems."
Jun Qiulan smiled and said, "Master, you also said that was in ancient times. In our modern society, people in their twenties are at the right age to make their own way. Falling in love will only affect my Dao heart."
Qingheng's expression was also somewhat complicated. He glanced at Yan Jing casually, then clicked his tongue.
Yan Huai also walked in. "Well, young people nowadays, don't get the order of these words mixed up. Only after you get married can you start a career with peace of mind."
Jun Qiulan didn't know what to say.
Yan Jing retorted: "Grandpa, take back your old-fashioned ideas. Times are different now. Qiulan's career has just started. It is normal to choose a career at this time."
Jun Qiulan was grateful in her heart, but she also added: "Love and marriage, these kinds of things can't be forced. When fate arrives, it will fall into place naturally."
Yan Huai glanced at his grandson, then smiled at Jun Qiulan: "Ji Bai is still the best to listen to. Look at you, Ji Bai is only twenty years old, it's normal for him not to be anxious. You are almost thirty years old, how come you are not anxious at all?"
Yan Jing held his forehead with his hand. He shouldn't have asked this question today.
When it comes to urging someone to get married, once the pressure is on, it’s very hard to resist.
In the end, it was Jun Qiulan who spoke up and rescued Yan Jing.
"Grandpa Yan, knowing you were coming, I went to my teacher and asked for an ink landscape painting. I hope you like it."
"Oh." Yan Huai was suddenly excited, "Let me see it quickly."
I asked my grandson to search for so long and bought back so many folding fan works related to Mr. Yan Geng at a high price, but in the end I couldn't find any clues at all.
He still has to let this old man take the lead in the battle.
"The colors and brushwork are simply amazing." Yan Huai looked at the calligraphy and paintings in front of him, and he became more certain that this Mr. Yangeng must be his fellow villager.
There are no marks on the ink painting to prove it.
But the paper used for this calligraphy and painting...
He touched it lightly with his hand. It looked too much like the paper he had improved when he was young. It could even be considered a failure.
This kind of paper is not suitable for writing or drawing, but if used for ink painting, the natural blending degree of the paper is just right, which adds a lot of color to the ink painting.
This paper can still be sold outside, which proves that the Yan family still exists.
Maybe he went into business?
As for the origins of Mr. Yangeng, he had just asked old man Qingheng.
As a result, old man Qingheng kept his mouth shut and refused to say anything. Doesn’t that seem even more weird?
"Although I have loved calligraphy and painting in my life, I have never admired a calligrapher so much. Mr. Yan Geng is the first one."
Yan Huai held Jun Qiulan's hands and said, "I am old and I don't know how many years I can live. Can you ask the young Taoist friend to introduce me to Mr. Yan Geng so that I can meet my idol in my lifetime?"
Jun Qiulan really didn't know what to say this time.
"Old man, you are in good health, please don't say such unlucky words."
He paused, "My teacher is not in a position to see anyone right now. If you have anything to say, why not write it down in a letter and I'll bring it to him another day."
Yan Huai seemed to be lost in thought. What did it mean that it was inconvenient to see people?
You can write a letter, though.
But what if his guess was wrong? Wouldn't that expose him?
Furthermore, he had only seen Mr. Yan Geng's calligraphy and paintings, and had never communicated with him face to face, so he could not be sure what kind of person Mr. Yan Geng was.
I think Mr. Yangeng’s situation is different from his, and he is probably still shuttling between two worlds.
If he were to be exposed in his hometown, would it bring disaster to the remaining members of the Yan family?
He couldn't be sure and didn't dare to gamble.
However, writing a basic communication letter is not a big problem. You should always establish more contact with the other party and then get to know them slowly.
Seeing that the old man was silent and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes, Jun Qiulan's heart softened.
"Grandpa Yan, maybe next year my teacher will be willing to go out. Don't worry, just write to me and I'll definitely have him write back."
"Oh, okay, okay." Yan Huai smiled again.
"Let's eat first." Yan Jing called on the nannies to start serving the dishes.
The food was served and the four of them were having a great time.
Occasionally they talked about the current management of the Taoist temple, and occasionally they talked about Yan Jing's movies.
After the meal, Mr. Yan Huai asked someone to serve tea.
"Have a cup of tea, take a break, and clear your stomach." Old man Yan Huai is quite health-conscious.
Jun Qiulan was delighted when he saw that the nanny brought up the same tea set he had given to the old man last time.
This gift was well-given.
As they were chatting, Yan Huai brought up the tea set.
"Where did you order the wooden box for this tea set last time? Can you give me their contact information or the manufacturer? I have to give out year-end bonuses to our employees at the end of the year, and this box looks great. It's beautifully made and made of good materials."
Yan Jing felt a little strange in his heart.
Grandpa has long stopped taking care of the company's affairs. His father and uncle are not cut out for business and don't like doing business.
A few years ago, my grandfather handed the company over to my cousin Yan Cheng. My cousin managed the company very well, and my grandfather had already made a good exit.
Why are you suddenly concerned about what kind of year-end bonus the company gives to employees?
Their company gives employees year-end bonuses, which are basically cash. This is the most practical, and the employees are even happier when they receive the money.
Basically, I don’t use those fancy gift boxes.
Yan Huai remained calm, "There are a few old guys in the company who also like to drink tea. Forget about the other employees, but we have to give those old guys a decent New Year's gift."
After hearing this, Yan Jing could barely understand.
Jun Qiulan thought for a moment, "I also got this from my teacher. How much do you want? I'll go back and talk to him. The main thing is that this wooden box is not produced on an assembly line. It was made by the carpenter himself."
Yan Huai nodded: "Okay, I'll calculate the number another day and let Yan Jing tell you. Don't use any other tricks, just do it the same as last time."
Jun Qiulan nodded.
He remembered that the gift box was sent by General Huo, and he would ask General Huo about it when the time comes.
After all, they were made by craftsmen or bought from outside. The old man just wanted a few boxes, so there was really no reason to refuse.
Especially since Mr. Yan likes his father's calligraphy and paintings so much.
At some point, Jun Baisong in Yan Jing's arms had run into Taoist Qingheng's arms.
He was sleeping with his legs spread out.
Taoist Qingheng stroked the cat's belly and said, "This little cat is quite smart."
"He's quite smart." Jun Qiulan said with pride when talking about the kitten: "When I talk to him, he can understand some simple words. Sometimes I really feel like he is a two or three-year-old child."
Yan Huai smiled and said, "You and Yan Jing actually have something to talk about. You both love cats so much and treat them like your sons."
Yan Jing's brows twitched, he always felt that his grandfather's words seemed to have a hidden meaning.
Last time, grandma said...
Grandma can accept it, and he can understand it. After all, grandma is an old lady at the forefront of fashion. Grandpa... sometimes he really feels that grandpa is an antique who traveled through time from ancient times.
After a cup of tea, the old man wanted to talk to Qingheng alone, so Jun Qiulan and Yan Jing went out for a walk.
The courtyard was quite big, and Jun Baisong finally stopped wanting to be held. He jumped off the ground by himself and started parkour.
"It's almost like the three-story mansions in ancient times."
Jun Qiulan could see that it had been improved and was more reasonable, yet it still retained its classical beauty.
Yan Jingzhi nodded, "It was designed to imitate antiques at the time. Grandpa liked it, and most of it was designed by Grandpa himself."
Of course, he grew up with his grandfather and was influenced by him, so he also likes this architectural style.
He said: "The ancients were actually very wise. This three-story house was designed so that each room has its own purpose."
Jun Qiulan smiled. It was indeed true that ancient people were wise.
From an era where transportation relied on walking and communication relied on shouting, we have been able to develop to what we are today. The wisdom of our ancestors cannot be underestimated.
Now, he is also leading Dasheng along this path.
And he can even copy homework.
How nice.
As I was thinking about it, I laughed out loud inadvertently.
"What's so happy?"
Jun Qiulan came back to his senses: "It's really not easy to develop from an agricultural culture to today."
Yan Jing raised his eyebrows. Why did he feel as if Jun Qiulan had seen it with his own eyes?
However, he continued the conversation.
It seems that no matter what the topic is, as long as one of them starts it, they can chat for a long time.
It was not until Jun Baisong came back covered in mud from somewhere that the two of them smiled at each other and took Jun Baisong to take a bath.
It’s getting late.
Jun Baisong turned into a fragrant, soft and solid steamed bun.
"Let's go. I'll take you back."
Jun Qiulan did not refuse, as it was indeed difficult to get a taxi in this place.
"Where is Master Qingheng?"
"Grandpa asked the old man to stay for a few days. Since the Taoist temple is managed by someone, let the old man stay here for a few more days. The two old men will have some company."
Jun Qiulan couldn't help laughing. "This is also good. Master is always greedy. There are too many tourists now. He has become an internet celebrity. Sometimes it is not convenient for him to go down the mountain to buy food."
He used to be a popular Taoist priest on the internet. When he went down the mountain, people would ask Master Qingheng to take photos with him.
But now when Master Qingheng travels, he looks more like a star than even he himself is.
I would feel embarrassed if I wanted to have some snacks.
Grandpa Yan has a good relationship with Master, and they can talk to each other, which is great.
He still had the letter that Mr. Yan asked him to bring to his father in his hand.
Yan Jing: "When you have nothing to do, come over and play more often. Grandpa has always liked you."
"I know." Jun Qiulan sat in the passenger seat of Yan Jing's car. The back seat was full of things Yan Jing bought for Jun Bai.
Cat food, snacks, toys, everything you need.
It's too much to spoil the child.
Jun Qiulan continued, "However, I'm afraid I won't have much time left, and I won't be able to visit you often."
Yan Jing was about to ask him what was so busy, but then he suddenly remembered that his movie was about to start shooting.
"My cousin's wife will come with grandma in a few days." Yan Jing said, "It depends on where the dance studio is arranged at that time."
If we arrange for him to stay at home, then he still has to come here every day, right?
I don't think it's very appropriate.
Jun Qiulan's home is quite far from here, and it takes a lot of time to go back and forth every day. After much deliberation, it is decided to arrange for him to stay at the place where extras in the crew learn etiquette.
We can make joint arrangements.
Besides, he has to personally supervise the extras' studies every day.
We can't be careless anymore.
If Jun Qiulan came to the courtyard every day, he and Jun Qiulan would not be able to meet.
Thinking of this, he tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
A strange emotion that came out of nowhere.
He added, "Most of the time, the learning is arranged together with the extras, so you can be closer."
Jun Qiulan nodded, "That's fine. I also need to learn some etiquette."
It's true that he knows the ancient etiquette, but most movies and TV shows will design a different set of etiquette according to the actual situation.
Even if not.
The way of performing etiquette in each dynasty was also different.
"How did it feel to be a special guest some time ago?" Yan Jing asked again.
Jun Qiulan thought for a moment and said, "They're all pretty good. Sister Xu Su helped me with the screening. The crews I went to all had actors with good acting skills, so I could learn a lot."
There was also a director who introduced him to a teacher.
As a result, the teacher had something to do at home and went back before the trip was over, saying that we would make an appointment later.
There is no way to force this matter. As the Taoists say, it is just not our destiny yet.
Yan Jing pondered for a moment: "You can learn, but that is their own way of acting, which they have honed over a long period of time. It suits them very well, but it may not be completely suitable for you. You have to be careful to distinguish."
"I understand."
Yan Jing smiled again: "I don't want to see an actor who only has skills and acting skills but no emotion when you join the crew."
Jun Qiulan also laughed: "Then we have to wait for Director Yan to come and teach us."
The two of them talked and laughed, and time passed quickly. It felt like they had arrived at the entrance of the community before they had finished talking.
Jun Qiulan hugged Jun Baisong and said, "Then I'll go back first."
Yan Jing parked the car and got out as well. "There are so many things in the back seat. How are you going to get them back by yourself? Do you mind taking me to your house for a drink?"
"I don't mind, but there are no drinks, only boiled water."
Jun Qiulan thought to himself that it was a good thing that he had made preparations in advance. All the things related to sending gifts were there at home, and Yan Jing had also seen them in the usual video calls.
Everything is taken into consideration.
But he didn't think about himself.
It is obvious whether a house is occupied by someone for a long time.
Yan Jing knew that this was the house Jun Qiulan rented after she was maliciously photographed last time, and the landlord was still the same.
He had seen part of the layout when he received the video before, and at that time he felt that Jun Qiulan must be a boy who loved cleanliness.
Now that he had entered the house, he realized something was wrong.
These two-bedroom apartments don't look like anyone has lived there for a long time.
He was referring to traces of life.
And the most important point.
No matter how well Jun Baisong is taken care of by Jun Qiulan, he will still shed his hair during the molting season.
But there is hardly any trace of cat hair in the house.
Especially the sofa he was sitting on.
It was a bit strange, but he couldn't figure it out. After all, Jun Qiulan couldn't possibly have another place to live.
I can only guess that Jun Qiulan really loves to clean up, and treats doing housework as exercise every day?
"There is no tea left at home." Jun Qiulan actually poured Yan Jing a glass of boiled water.
Yan Jing took it with a smile and drank it in two sips. "I won't stay any longer. I have some things to arrange when I get back. You should also go to bed early."
"good."
Jun Qiulan saw him out.
Yan Jing turned around and touched Jun Baisong's head again. For some reason, he felt itchy and wanted to touch his owner's head too.
But he was a mature adult, and he held back.
"good evening."
"Good night. Text me when you get home."
After Yan Jing left, Jun Qiulan hugged Jun Baisong and snuggled on the sofa, muttering a few words under his breath.
"Is there something wrong between me and your ex-father?"
This feeling is a bit subtle.
He couldn't describe it.
But what he was sure of was that he seemed to have a good impression of Yan Jing.
Then he thought that it was normal for Yan Jing to have a good impression of him since he was so outstanding.
He couldn't define whether this affection was personal or friendly.
He was in a daze for a long time. After receiving the message from Yan Jing that he had arrived home safely, he carried Jun Bai back home.
My parents were there, and Song Yan was also there.
Everyone was talking about technical school.
"Ji Bai is back." Jun Yu's face was rosy. After talking with Duan Wen today, many arrangements have been made to be implemented.
He is now middle-aged and has found his life goal.
Song Xirong held Jun Baisong in her arms and said, "Oh, it smells so good. Did you even give him a bath?"
Jun Qiulan smiled and nodded, "I don't know where he got all muddy, so Mr. Yan and I gave him a bath together."
After saying this, Song Xirong and Jun Yu's expressions looked a little strange.
Song Yan no longer asked his cousin where he went all day long.
His cousin brought him a mobile phone with a lot of good stuff downloaded on it, and he is currently learning from it.
Song Yan also had some ideas about opening a technical school.
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