As it turned out, Su Nan's guess was correct.
The next morning, when she got up and prepared to go to the crew, she ran into the old man who was looking for the cat last night at the door of her house. He seemed to have just finished his morning exercise, with a white scarf hanging around his neck. He was standing at the gate of the courtyard next door, sweating profusely, and was taking out his key to open the door.
"Hello, nice to see you again, little girl." After opening the door, Song Changzhi put the key back into his coat pocket and greeted Su Nan with a smile.
"What a coincidence." Su Nan didn't expect that he would have such a connection with the old man. Seeing a sense of familiarity between his eyebrows, he felt more favorable towards him.
"Are you going for a morning run?" It was still early to leave work, so Su Nan stood at the door and started chatting with Song Changzhi.
Song Changzhi wiped the sweat from his forehead with a white brush, smiled, and replied: "Yeah, I feel uncomfortable all over if I don't run for a day."
"You're in great shape! My dad also likes to go for a run in the morning. He says it improves cardiopulmonary function and strengthens the body. It has so many benefits."
Seeing that he didn't look tired even though he was sweating a lot, Su Nan knew that he must be someone who had been exercising regularly for many years.
"Hahaha, your father is quite a smart man. By the way, I steamed some buns in the pot when I got home. You can take a few for breakfast." Song Changzhi said as he strode into the house, not giving Su Nan any chance to refuse.
"No need." Su Nan's words undoubtedly fell on deaf ears, and the other party didn't hear them at all.
Su Nan sighed helplessly, thinking that the people in Beijing were really warm and welcoming. Not only this old man and Chang Yelin, but most of the people in Beijing she had met recently were like that.
Bored of waiting, Su Nan set her sights on the courtyard house next door. When she first moved in, she noticed its huge scale and area.
Judging from the walls and eaves, she estimated that the old man's house was five or six times the size of the courtyard house she lived in today. Moreover, the tiles and the patterns carved on the walls were extremely delicate, not much different from the houses where princes lived in ancient costume dramas.
Su Nan could hear the lively sound of birds singing and flowers blooming inside the wall even when he was standing outside.
Tsk tsk, she smelled the scent of money, not much, just a few hundred million.
Just as she was staring at the big iron ring on the gate next door, the door was opened from the inside and Song Changzhi came out holding a bag.
"Here, little girl, eat it while it's hot." Song Changzhi handed the bag to Su Nan with a smile.
Su Nan thanked him repeatedly, took the bag with both hands, and said, "Thank you, just call me Su Nan, or Xiao Su will do."
"Is it the nanmu that chirps two or three times at dusk among the deep leaves of the heather?"
"Ah? It's the heather, the Nan from the Nan tree, and the Su from Suzhou." Su Nan had never heard of this ancient poem and scratched his forehead in confusion.
Song Changzhi was amused by her stunned reaction. Seeing the little girl blushing from laughing, he quickly restrained his smile and said with a light cough: "My surname is Song, and my name is Song Changzhi. The younger generation in the family call me Master Song. You should call me the same."
"Okay, Mr. Song." Su Nan said sweetly. It would never hurt to make friends with this old man who had an extraordinary background. What's more, this man gave her an indescribable feeling of intimacy.
"I heard that the house next door to me was rented by a film crew from Shanghai?"
"Yes, I am an actor in the crew." Su Nan answered truthfully.
Song Changzhi nodded, then asked curiously, "Oh, it's a female role, right? Looking at your image, the supporting role can't overshadow you."
The tone was extremely serious.
"Yeah." Su Nan felt a little embarrassed by the compliment and responded in a low voice.
The two chatted for a while before Su Nan carried her shoulder bag and the buns given by Song Changzhi and headed towards the crew.
Afraid that the buns would get cold on the way, Su Nan took one out and ate it while eating. As soon as he took a bite, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, it turned out to be a soup dumpling.
Since she came to this era, she has not eaten soup dumplings again. Meat dumplings and vegetable dumplings are the most common ones on her daily life.
Moreover, Mr. Song’s soup dumplings are really delicious. They are as white as jade, with rich soup, extremely fresh taste and fragrant aroma. When you take a bite and feel the tender and smooth taste, you will feel extremely happy.
“Lift gently, move slowly, open the window first, then drink the soup.” This well-known saying among the people can instantly arouse people's appetite. The soup dumplings made by Mr. Song are filled with beef. Each one has a thin skin and a large filling. The soup is mellow and rich, and you won't feel greasy.
It was simply a double enjoyment of vision and taste. Su Nan, who usually could only eat two bites in the morning, ate all five soup dumplings given by Mr. Song today for the first time, and still felt that he was still not satisfied.
Such excellent cooking skills made her think of someone, that is, the future father Zhou Rang who might be around Qin Sihan at this moment, asking about her well-being.
"Hmph." Thinking of this, Su Nan angrily slammed the script in his hand on the back of the chair, scaring Feng Meng who was sleeping beside him.
"Sorry, you continue to sleep." Su Nan smiled awkwardly.
Feng Meng, who came to help set up the scenery early in the morning, smacked his lips twice and lay down again to sleep.
*
Song family.
Walk forward along the gravel path, through a garden planted with various flowers, and when you reach the end of the courtyard, you can see a room with flying eaves and antique style when you look up.
Song Changzhi stopped at the door with a plate of soup dumplings in his hand. After taking a deep breath, he pushed the door open angrily, cursing, "You're in your twenties, and you still want an old man like me to serve you. You're really arrogant."
The room was extremely simply furnished with a large wooden bed, a round table, four round stools, and a wardrobe in the corner. There was nothing else.
Song Changzhi put the plate on the round table, turned his head to look at the person lying motionless on the bed, like a "dead body", and moved his lips twice. These words could not excite him, so what else could he do?
"Look at you, you've been acting like you're dying ever since you came to me from Shanghai. I asked you what's wrong, but you didn't tell me. Are you trying to piss me off to death?"
The room remained silent, and no one responded.
"Forget it, I won't ask anymore. Remember to eat breakfast later and then change the dressings on your wounds." Song Changzhi snorted helplessly, but still couldn't help but ask about his injuries.
Even now, whenever she thought of the wounds she had found on his body when he first arrived, she felt a chill running up from the soles of her feet to her lungs.
The skin was torn and the bones were visible. Song Changzhi felt pain just looking at it. He didn't know how he could endure it without even making a sound.
Song Changzhi now felt a little regretful. He had been taught to be a man of integrity since he was young, so much so that now he couldn't even cry or shout when he was in pain.
"I understand. Thank you, grandpa." When Song Changzhi opened the door and left, the person on the bed finally seemed to come out of his own world and made some movements.
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