Chapter 29

  "Once more." He withdrew his gaze, took another sip, and screwed the cap back on.

  Thanks to his demonstration, Su Ran quickly entered a state of ease this time.

  In the silence, there is only a faint humming of electric current flowing quietly.

  Wen Jingfan cleared his throat and asked in a low voice, "Are you ready?"

  He nodded calmly and adjusted the position of his earpiece: "Ready."

  He no longer needed to look at the book, and lazily sat on the high stool, slightly tilting his head, his gaze fell on her body, when he spoke, his voice was low, softer than before.

  As he calmly focused his attention on reciting the lines, when he finished and turned to look at him, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were all tinged with a smile, warm and gentle like the clear breeze in the mountains on a spring day, soft and quiet.

  "Listen Xia." After finishing all his lines, he suddenly added the name of the heroine in the play.

  He was taken aback for a moment, his eyes filled with confusion... what play is this?

  He didn't directly dispel her doubts, but instead lowered his eyelids and said in an exceptionally clear tone: "I have never stopped liking you."

  Perhaps it was when he said this sentence, looking at her, those eyes were calm but shining brightly. Perhaps his words were too gentle, transmitted through the earpiece, like a drumbeat, striking her heart one beat at a time. Or perhaps, she had fantasized for so long, that when she heard his words, she suddenly felt as if he had always been thinking of her, liking her, and caring about her.

  After Wen Jingfan finished speaking, she coughed lightly a few times and picked up the mineral water bottle placed aside to take two sips. When she went to look at Su Anran again, she was already engrossed in reading her book.

  "Which page was the line you just said on?"

  Wen Jingfan's eyes flashed, and he murmured a vague reply: "Forgot which page it was on."

  It's indeed a cliché...

  He let out a soft sigh, and calmly touched his chest - his heart was still beating a bit fast.

  Wen Jingfan seems to be in a good mood for dubbing today, and she has been practicing different lines with her for an hour before coming out of the soundproof room.

  Lu Xifang still had some unfinished thoughts: "Why don't you stay for another hour?"

  Wen Jingfan turned his head emotionlessly and said, "I don't want to."

  Lu Xifang: "......"

  A person standing nearby heard this brief exchange between the two and smiled quietly to himself.

  It's still early, and Wen Jingfan hasn't hurried to leave. She sits with her at the control desk listening to professional voice actors dubbing.

  After a while of silence, Lu Xi finally turned off the mic and started chatting casually with Wen Jingfan. The two were discussing work-related matters, which An Ran couldn't understand, so she might as well listen attentively to the professional dubbing by the voice actor.

  "How is Van Gogh? Is he better now?"

  Wen Jingfan flipped through the book without lifting his head and teased: "By the time you remember it, who knows what it will be like by then."

  Lu Xi Fang rubbed his head: "I'm a man, can't help being careless. As long as Fan Xi is fine, you take care of yourself?"

  "Not me." His hand paused in its motion, a hint of a smile: "Fan Xi is still at An Ran's place. If you want Fan Xi to wake you up in the morning so badly, I can deliver him to your doorstep later."

  Lu Xifang suddenly took a cold breath: "Fan Xi is... hers? You're not going to die for your precious cat, how can you give it away so casually?"

  "She's not someone else." He looked up at him and added: "And Vanxi likes her very much."

  "So you're treating her differently just because of your fondness for cats?" Lu Xi Fang felt a bit terrified, as Wen Jing Fan had never been so carefree in the past twenty years. Was he really going to sacrifice himself just because of his affection for a cat?

  He moistened his lips, turned his head to glance at the person wearing earphones who was concentrating intently and hadn't noticed Su An Ran at all, then slowly said: "It should be because I'm different with her that Fan Xi likes her."

  Lu Xi's brain, worth a thousand gold, was momentarily stunned and slowly recovered: "You..."

  Wen Jingfan grunted and casually tossed the book in his hand into his arms: "So, don't tease her casually from now on, she'll be shy."

  What's most important is that before he even started, she was already scared off like this, what can be done?

  Lu Xi Fang was instantly petrified...

  This old bachelor has finally come around...

  Because he hadn't read the script yet, and Wen Jingfan wasn't too pleased about wasting a good Saturday in the recording studio, after lunch with the staff, he left first.

  Just driven out not far, encountered a red light at the intersection.

  Wen Jingfan had one hand on the steering wheel and the other propped against the window, his fingers pressed to his lips, those slender fingers tapping lightly, his eyes deep and contemplative.

  He quietly saw him thinking, and didn't make a sound to disturb him. Looking out through the window, the sunlight was shining in, and the sign of the store on the side of the road reflected some dazzling light.

  Not far away, the LED electronic display screen in front of the high-rise building is playing an advertisement. The sound is not very clear on the noisy street, but what attracts An Ran's attention is the content being played on it.

  It is an advertisement of Wen Jingfan's "SY Investment Company".

  Wen Jingfan probably saw it too, smiled slightly, stepped on the accelerator and followed the vehicle in front to turn left out of the intersection: "How's that? My own designed advertising plan."

  "After some thought, he squeezed out a six-word evaluation: "Very elite and professional..."

  If this person in charge shows up again and reveals his voice... I estimate that the performance will be multiplied several times...

  Wen Jingfan fell silent for a moment before changing the subject: "Still adapting?"

  Still immersed in the magnificent advertisement just now, I replied casually: "It's definitely suitable, the picture sound and light are all good, and the advertising creativity is also great."

  Wen Jingfan rubbed his temples and chuckled quietly. When he saw her turn around to look at him, he explained: "I was asking about dubbing."

  He smiled slightly and said: "It's fine. I've always wanted to see what you look like when you're voice acting, now my wish has come true."

  Wen Jingfan sank into thought for a moment, and his eyes became even more profound: "Except for this one..."

  "Except for this..." An Ran thought for a moment, "except for this, I still think... your voice is really nice to listen to, especially when you're reciting lines, it's very tempting."

  Every time she listens to it, she feels her heart racing, the low voice seems to resonate with people, mellow and magnetic. Not to mention that after he added a few emotions, it's simply murderous to the ears.

  Wen Jingfan naturally asked her: "Has it tempted you?"

  Suddenly An Ran was stunned, and she felt his gaze fall on her as well, although it was invisible... but that didn't hinder its presence.

  Su An's face was thin-skinned, and she only felt that the gaze was like a solid object, falling on her face, slightly burning.

  "Some... " she replied softly.

  Still in a "shy" mode, Su An Ran finished speaking but didn't receive Wen Jing Fan's response for a long time, and she couldn't even hear his laughter, so she turned her head to look over.

  Ke Wen Jing Fan was actually smiling, with his lips raised, laughing very freely, those black eyes shining brightly, as if there were flowing lights at the bottom of his eyes, radiant and dazzling.

  He said: "I think I've found a shortcut to getting along with you."

  Wen Jingfan's earliest memory of Su Anran was staying on the mountain that day, and Master took him to the guest hall. The lush forest, birdsong and insect calls, is a natural vitality that this steel forest city does not have.

  The old man was from L City, and later married and had children. The Wen family's several children all left the family home, so he brought his wife to A City. Afterwards, however, he often found time to come to this temple.

  Wen Jingfan had been close to the old master since he was a child, and every time he came to Fan Yin Temple, they would come together. That year, his grandmother's body was not good, so he came alone to seek a peaceful talisman, and instantly took away the small leaf purple sandalwood rosary that had just been opened.

  Then I met her.

  Quietly copying Buddhist scriptures at the desk, a pair of eyes clear as a mountain stream, when those eyes look at you, it seems to be able to enter your heart.

  The most impressive thing is not this first meeting.

  She lived right across from his room and hadn't spoken a word in days, at the time he thought her silence was due to physical disability - for example, she couldn't speak.

  That day, seeing her flustered and opening the door to find him standing in the passageway, she bit her lip and whispered softly, but said coldly: "Excuse me."

  He just realized that she was not a mute, but simply didn't like to talk.

  She probably encountered something bad, and the tears in her eyes were about to cover up the clarity in them. He subconsciously made way for her to pass by, only to see her quickly run out, and as she passed by him, he faintly heard her suppressing sobs.

  He returned to his room and sat for a while, but he couldn't calm down.

  Opened the window to see dark clouds rolling in, took an umbrella and went out. Walking and walking, he arrived at the backyard of the Buddhist temple, where the master handed him a purple sandalwood bead from the Buddha hall.

  He expressed his gratitude and as he walked from the backyard to the front, stepping over the high threshold, standing at the corner behind the giant Buddha statue, he saw her kneeling in front of the Buddha.

  The main hall was empty with no one inside, but there were a few strands of incense burning in front of the Buddha statue, faint smoke and faint fragrance.

  He stood there, looking at her through the hanging curtains, but couldn't take a step forward.

  The sky outside had completely sunk, only a faint strip of golden light came out from the gap in the dark clouds, making it even more apparent how oppressive this piece of heaven and earth was before the heavy rain arrived.

  The heavy rain poured down, but she seemed oblivious, her eyes still shrouded in a thin mist.

  Then... Wen Jingfan heard her crying, taking advantage of the sound of the heavy rain, she cried without restraint.

  "Aren't you a Buddha? Aren't you a Buddha who saves all sentient beings? Then I beg of you... can my wish be fulfilled?"

  He glanced sideways, and her eyes were shining with tears, her face streaked with tears. Her lips were pale, and her fingers were clenched at her sides, heartbroken to the extreme.

  "If you fulfill it, I will come to offer incense every year."

  She wept and wept until she could no longer make a sound, mingling with the rain outside, feeling only desolate sorrow in her ears.

  He stood there, as the wind blew through the hall, bringing with it a damp and chilly air, but he seemed completely unaware.

  She closed her eyes calmly, clasped her hands together, and sincerely recited her wish in her heart. When she opened her eyes again, she bowed her head and knocked it ten times, and when she straightened up, her forehead was slightly red.

  Wen Jingfan pursed his lips, put down the umbrella, picked up a wooden fish from one side and gently knocked it. With his other hand, he held his purple sandalwood Buddhist beads, lightly tapping each grain as they passed by.

  Suddenly hearing the sound of the wooden fish, she seemed to be stunned for a moment, but her body remained motionless, still kneeling with her hands clasped together.

  It seems like she has placed all her hopes that are beyond her power on this place.

  Rosary, originally Buddhist scripture chanting counting left hand while holding the beads. After a thousand years of inheritance, rosary evolved from the original Chan meditation to become a symbol of great wisdom for life, and became a carrier of people's thoughts and intentions, with Buddhist meaning.

  The Buddhist beads had turned for who knows how many rounds, the rain outside finally gradually grew smaller and smaller, until it was just a gentle patter. Everything in the mountains seemed to have been dyed with a green hue, lush and vibrant.

  She didn't know how long she had knelt there. He stopped moving, waiting for her stiff body to start functioning again before taking the umbrella from behind the Buddha statue and coming out.

  She heard footsteps and opened her eyes. Her eyes were still a bit red from crying, but they shone as clear as the sky at this moment.

  He put his hand up to hold the Buddhist beads again and looked at her for a while before asking: "Do you want to go back?"

  She nodded, but didn't get up.

  Wen Jingfan was already kneeling and couldn't get up, but she didn't make a sound. He pretended not to know: "I haven't taken a closer look at the Buddha statues here yet, it's still raining outside, I have an umbrella with me, let's go over together after I've finished looking?"

  She still didn't speak, pursed her dry and slightly chapped lips, and nodded.

  At that time, he thought, little girl, really didn't know how to appreciate kindness, stubbornly making people helpless.

  He turned around to look at the Buddha statue, and just took a few steps, he heard her weak voice as soft as a cat's: "Little brother, thank you."

  Little brother.

  He smiled and took big strides forward.

  The sound of rain, ancient temples, Buddha statues, Buddhist flags, and the sound of wooden fish. The gentleness of Jiangnan's water town, the serenity of the ancient temple in the mountains, it's as if all the quiet moments have been crushed, peacefully entering the world, softening time.

  On that day when she was desperate and heartbroken, she knelt in front of the Buddha. He stood behind the statue of the Buddha, gazing through the Buddhist scriptures. This matter, roughly only he and the Buddha's statue on that day knew.

  Having accompanied her for just this one afternoon, it was one of the few clearest memories he had, and every time he thought about it, he felt a warmth in his heart.

  But these memories of his own, no need to tell her, just keep them properly stored away.

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  The author has something to say: Hmm, once I started writing about memories, I couldn't stop... Originally, I wanted to write around 3,000 words and then call it a day... But instead, I ended up in the best state of mind...

  I remember the last time Mr. Wen asked An Ran if she had ever returned to Fan Yin Temple? The reason is here, because her wish was not fulfilled and she never went back again. But this became a lingering regret for Mr. Wen later on... 23333333 will be written about later~ I buried the foreshadowing like this, and I surprisingly didn't forget it... It's also quite impressive.

  But... I kneel in front of the Buddha, you stand behind the Buddha statue, knocking on the wooden fish to pray for me, holding the rosary to bless me... Moe moe da!

  This article has really exhausted all my gentleness... What a waste of time and effort QAQ.

  As for when the two will be together, it's soon. These things are clear, and then I'll make sure to clarify their emotional line again, and that's it~

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  I went to have a tooth pulled today. This afternoon I was going to write, but the pain was unbearable, so I ended up taking a nap... only to find that the toothache kept me awake TAT.

  Rushed up to code at night, although it's late, but I know the reason is definitely not my fault, right?

  The tyrant list will be sorted out together again tomorrow, I'll go to bed after tidying up.