After verification, Su Nan's guess was correct.
The next morning, when she got up and prepared to go out to the crew, she ran into the old man who was looking for the cat last night at the door of her house. He looked like he had just finished his morning exercise. He had a white towel hanging around his neck and was standing at the gate of the courtyard next door, sweating profusely. He 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 to have such a good relationship with the old man. Seeing a sense of familiarity between his eyebrows, she felt a little more interested in 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 off his forehead with a white towel, smiled, and replied, "Yeah, I feel uncomfortable if I don't run for a day."
"You are in great shape. My dad also likes to go out for a run in the morning. He says it can improve cardiopulmonary function and strengthen the body. It has 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 has been exercising regularly for many years.
"Hahaha, your father is a very insightful man. By the way, I steamed some buns in the pot when I left. You can take a few for breakfast." Song Changzhi said as he strode into the house, not giving Su Nan a chance to refuse.
"No more." Su Nan's words undoubtedly fell on deaf ears, and the other party didn't hear it 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 that 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 here, she noticed its huge scale and area.
Judging from the walls and eaves, she estimated that the old man's house was five times the size of the courtyard house she lived in now. Moreover, the tiles and the patterns carved on the walls were extremely delicate, not much different from the houses where princes lived in costume dramas.
Su Nan could hear the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers from 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 walked out carrying 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, you can call me Su Nan, or Xiao Su will do."
"Is it the sound of the heather, which chirps two or three times in the evening among the deep leaves of the heather?"
"Ah? It's Heather, the Nan of nan tree, and the Su of Suzhou." Su Nan had never heard of this ancient poem and scratched his forehead in confusion.
Song Changzhi was amused by her stupid reaction. Seeing that the little girl blushed from laughing, he quickly stopped laughing and said with a light cough, "My surname is Song, my name is Song Changzhi, the younger generation in my family all call me Master Song, you should call me the same."
"Hello, Mr. Song." Su Nan said sweetly. There is no harm in dealing with this old man who has an extraordinary background. What's more, this man always gives her an indescribable sense 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, and then asked curiously: "Oh, it's the female role, right? Looking at your appearance, the supporting role can't suppress you."
The tone was extremely serious.
"Yeah." Su Nan felt a little uncomfortable with 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 walked towards the crew.
Afraid that the buns would get cold on the way, Su Nan took one out and ate it while walking. 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 anymore. On weekdays, meat buns and vegetarian buns are the most common.
Moreover, Mr. Song’s soup dumplings are really delicious. They are as white as jade, with rich soup, extremely delicious taste and fragrant aroma. Once 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 when you eat it.
It was a double enjoyment for both the visual and taste senses. Su Nan, who usually could only eat two bites in the morning, ate all five soup dumplings given by Mr. Song for the first time today, and still felt that he was not satisfied.
Such 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 next to him.
"I'm sorry, just continue sleeping." Su Nan smiled awkwardly.
Feng Meng, who had come to help with the set up early in the morning, smacked his lips twice and lay down to sleep again.
*
Song family.
Walk forward along the gravel path, through a garden planted with various flowers, to the end of the courtyard. When you look up, you can see a room with flying eaves and antique style.
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 without any hesitation, cursing, "You are in your twenties, and you still need an old man like me to serve you. You are really shameless."
The layout of the room was extremely simple, with a large wooden bed, a round table, four round stools, and a wardrobe in the corner, and nothing else.
Song Changzhi placed the plate on the round table, turned his head and looked at the person lying motionless on the bed, like a "dead body", his lips moved twice. These words couldn't excite him, so what else could he do?
"Look at you. Ever since you came to me from Shanghai, you've looked half dead. 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 change the bandages on your wounds." Song Changzhi snorted helplessly, but still couldn't help but ask about his injuries.
Even now, whenever I think of the wounds I found on his body when he first came, I feel a chill rising from the soles of my feet and going straight into my lungs.
The skin was torn and the bones were visible. Song Changzhi felt the pain just looking at it. No one knew how he endured it. He didn't even make a sound.
Song Changzhi now feels a little regretful. He was taught to be a man of integrity since he was young, but now he doesn't even cry or shout when he is in pain.
"I understand. Thank you, grandpa." When Song Changzhi opened the door and left, the person on the bed finally seemed to have walked out of his own world and made some movements.
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