Divorced Actor Picking Up Garbage - Chap 190
Duan Shaoheng thought that these words would definitely anger Jing Shaoci, but he didn’t expect that the other party just gave him a very sarcastic look, and then said: “A person like you who is worthless, Yan Zixiu will not take you to heart at all. ”
Duan Shaoheng raised his eyebrows, this sentence obviously contained hatred, but seeing Jing Shaoci’s jealous look didn’t seem like he didn’t love him.
It seems that the reason why the two broke up is not simple.
“If you can make brother Xiu like me if you can use me, then from today on, I will try my best to make myself valuable.” Duan Shaoheng said with his eyes bent.
Jing Shaoci gave a disdainful laugh, as if he had heard something very ridiculous.
After a short confrontation, Jing Shao resigned from the study to make a phone call, while Duan Shaoheng went out to buy things.
It was almost nine o’clock when Yan Zixiu woke up. As soon as he came out of the bedroom, Duan Shaoheng ran up to him with a spatula.
“Master, good morning.”
Seeing the other party’s energetic appearance early in the morning, Yan Zixiu smiled lightly and said, “Good morning.”
“I’m almost ready for breakfast, you can eat it after you wash up.”
Yan Zixiu had already smelled the fragrance, so he said, “Okay, I’m sorry.”
The two were talking, Jing Shaoci opened the door of the study with a cold face.
“Yan Zixiu, come out with me.”
After he finished speaking, he didn’t care whether Yan Zixiu agreed or not, so he went back to the bedroom to change clothes.
Seeing this, Duan Shaoheng said regretfully: “It seems that I can only eat breakfast alone.”
Yan Zixiu looked at him and said in a low voice, “Sorry.”
Duan Shaoheng raised the corner of his lips and said: “Then to make up for it, Master, can you promise me one thing?”
Yan Zixiu was silent for a few seconds, then said, “Say it.”
“In the future, don’t call me short and short, you can call me Shaoheng, or more affectionately, call me Hengheng like my parents.”
Yan Zixiu nodded slightly, and said, “Shaoheng.”
The smile on Duan Shaoheng’s face suddenly increased, and he approached him and said, “Master’s voice is really nice.”
Yan Zixiu took a step back, gave him a serious look, then turned and went to the bathroom.
Standing in the bedroom, Jing Shaoci’s eyes were as dark as lacquer, and his thin lips twitched and said two words: “Master, sir.”
Yan Zixiu once said that because he is a celestial master, all ascetics, regardless of whether they belong to the same sect, should respect him as a teacher.
It seems that this Duan Shaoheng is also a Taoist.
The two are not only in the entertainment industry, but also Taoists.
Oh, it matches very well.
Thinking of this, Jing Shaoci’s black eyes narrowed coldly.
After the two drove out, Jing Shaoci took Yan Zixiu directly to a Hong Kong-style restaurant.
After the refreshments were served, Yan Zixiu lowered his head and quietly drank the tangerine peel and red bean paste in front of him.
“That kid…” Jing Shaoci tapped his bony fingers on the table, “Daoist Zhenqiong entrusted you to take care of him?”
As soon as the words fell, Yan Zixiu looked up at him in a little surprise.
“how are you……”
“I want to ask how I know?” Jing Shaoci snorted coldly, “He can call you Shijun, and he knows about the Longevity Lamp. How could someone who is not from Qingyuan Temple appear?”
Besides, those who can entrust Yan Zixiu to do things, except Taoist Master Zhenqiong are still qualified, and others have no way to contact Yan Zixiu.
Yan Zixiu nodded and said, “Well, you guessed well.”
Unexpectedly, Jing Shaoci’s face turned colder after hearing this sentence, and asked, “If I don’t ask, do you not even have an explanation?”
Yan Zixiu put down the white porcelain spoon in his hand, and said, “It’s not that I didn’t tell you, it’s just that you don’t want to believe what I said.”
Jing Shaoci choked for a moment, and his voice suddenly became louder: “It’s up to me whether I believe it or not. If I don’t believe it, don’t tell me?!”
Yan Zixiu lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, “Well, I’ll find out later.”
Jing Shaoci hated his appearance the most, as if he had been greatly wronged, it made him subconsciously want to restrain his temper.
“You said I didn’t believe you, then how did you lie to me?”
Yan Zixiu thought that he wanted to bring up the old matter again, so he could only keep silent.
“If you don’t die early, just say that when I asked about your Fourth Senior Sister, you said that she died before reaching her age.”
Jing Shaoci continued: “Because she married Lu Wuchen, you are jealous and resentful, so you have to say that on purpose?”
He looked at Yan Zixiu’s lowered head, and his tone suddenly became gloomy and cold, “That’s right, you work with her, of course you wish she died.”
The atmosphere between the two became stagnant again, obviously Jing Shaoci himself was heartbroken, but he was so determined that he didn’t want Yan Zixiu to feel better.
After an unknown amount of time, Yan Zixiu slowly raised his head, and said in a calm tone, “You’re right, I just wish she could die.”
Jing Shaoci’s pupils constricted suddenly, seeing Yan Zixiu like this, his heart became inexplicably confused.
“In order to marry Lu Wuchen, she told Emperor Hong that Master Neidan can live forever, shouldn’t she die?”
Yan Zixiu’s eyes were full of mischief, and he looked at Jing Shaoci word by word and said, “So I cut her throat with my own hands, and hung it on the beam of the prince’s bedroom, so that Lu Wuchen could watch his concubine die with his own eyes. After she died, I even started to refine the Fourth Senior Sister to the point where she would never be reborn.”
Speaking of this, Yan Zixiu said to Jing Shao full of sarcasm: “How, is my jealousy deep enough?”
Seeing his eyes turn red, Jing Shaoci’s chest was full of stagnation, words of apology came to his lips, but he just couldn’t come out.
Yan Zixiu raised his hand and wiped his eyes, then stood up and left without looking back.
After coming out of the restaurant, Yan Zixiu cast a blindfold, and then walked aimlessly on the street.
Master has been away for more than two years. Before he left, he said that he would come back if he found a way to break the curse.
At first he thought he could wait as long as he wanted, but now he really felt too much pain.
He is also a living person, but Jing Shaoci seems to have completely forgotten this point, and every time he tries his best to dig his wounds with words.
If he doesn’t cry out for pain, the opponent will never stop.
Yan Zixiu didn’t know if it would be meaningful to break the curse if this continued.
Yan Zi walked for more than two hours, from the north of the city to the south of the city, and arrived at the theater where the two watched a movie for the first time.
He went to the counter and bought a chocolate cone, then sat in a corner and took a bite.
After swallowing it, Yan Zixiu said to himself, “It’s very sweet.”
As soon as he finished saying these two words, he choked up a bit, then lowered his head and said, “Little Bitter Gourd, I’ve coaxed myself well, so I won’t be angry with you anymore.”
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After Yan Zixiu left the restaurant, Jing Shaoci was in a violent state.
He didn’t know why he became so cruel to Yan Zixiu every time, so mean that even he himself felt strange.
Jing Shaoci’s fists were tightly clenched, suppressing the regret and discomfort that kept turning up in his heart.
After driving home, he went directly to a room on the bottom floor of the villa.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw a tall paper tower standing there quietly.
Jing Shaoci walked over, then slowly raised his head.
When Yan Zixiu was 14 years old, he said that he would tie a lantern for him with his own hands. He asked Yan Zixiu what shape he wanted, and Yan Zixiu said that as long as it was made by him, he would like it.
But halfway through the lantern, he followed his father to the western border.
When he came back two years later, he forgot about it.
Jing Shaoci didn’t understand why Yin Qinghe would always remember this incident, even in this life, and asked him to make up for Yan Zixiu.
It’s just a lantern, is it really that important?
Thinking of this, Jing Shaoci lowered his head and gave a bitter smile.
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As soon as Yan Zixiu came home, Duan Shaoheng walked out of the room when he heard the noise.
“Master…”
As soon as he yelled, he suddenly saw that the other party’s expression was wrong.
Sure enough, Yan Zixiu didn’t reply a word, he didn’t even look at him, and went straight into his bedroom.
Duan Shaoheng frowned, and after a while, he raised his hand and touched his chest.
What to do, Shi Jun is not happy, and he also feels uncomfortable.
Yan Zixiu lay curled up on the bed until it was getting dark, when there was a knock on the door.
“Master, I made dinner, you can come out and have some.”
Yan Zixiu originally planned to say no, but when he thought that he didn’t eat the meal the other party made early this morning, he sat up with his arms propped up.
“Okay.” He replied towards the door.
When he walked to the restaurant, he realized that Duan Shaoheng had cooked a whole table of dishes.
“These are Longjing shrimp, squirrel mandarin fish, rice cake fried crab, pine nut corn, and a soup that is simmering on the stove with a low fire, and it will be served after eating.”
Duan Shaoheng specially cooked Huaiyang cuisine because he noticed that Yan Zixiu likes to eat sweet things.
“You know how to cook?” Yan Zixiu looked at him and asked.
Duan Shaoheng smiled and said: “When I was in high school, I studied in country Y for two years. There was almost nothing to eat there except fish and chips and steak, so I forced myself to learn.”
Yan Zixiu gave a hard cry, then opened the stool and sat down.
Duan Shaoheng put a bowl of rice in front of him, and said, “The mandarin fish has only one main thorn, you can eat it with confidence, Master, and you don’t have to worry about the small thorn.”
Yan Zixiu glanced at him, and suddenly felt that the other party was unusually careful.
Although he noticed it, it didn’t show at all on the surface.
After he picked up the chopsticks, Duan Shaoheng sat opposite him.
It wasn’t until Yan Zixiu tasted all the dishes that Duan Shaoheng asked, “Master, how does it taste?”
Yan Zixiu nodded slightly, and said truthfully, “Very good.”
Duan Shaoheng was visibly happy, looked at him and said, “If Master likes it, then I…”
Before he finished speaking, Yan Zixiu’s cell phone rang suddenly in the bedroom.
Yan Zixiu got up to pick it up, but the other end of the phone seemed to hang up after only saying a word.
Except for Jing Shaoci, there is no other person who can treat the master with this attitude.
Duan Shaoheng just stood up when Yan Zixiu disappeared from the bedroom in front of him.
Duan Shaoheng stood silently for a while, then looked down at the steaming dishes on the table.
“What’s so good about him? It’s just so hard for you to let go.”
When Yan Zixiu appeared at Jing’s house, Xie Guanxin happened to be in the living room.
She trembled subconsciously, and when she saw the person clearly, she stood up in surprise: “Xiuxiu?”
“Mother, where is Jing Shaoci?”
Xie Guanxin was stunned for a moment, then said uncertainly: “Let’s say goodbye to him, he seems to be downstairs.”
Yan Zixiu immediately turned around and walked towards the stairs, but bumped into Jing Shaoci who was carrying a lantern at the corner.
“Why did you throw it?” Yan Zixiu asked eagerly.
Jing Shaoci said coldly: “You don’t want it anymore, it’s just a waste of space.”
“I didn’t say no!”
After Yan Zixiu finished speaking, he was about to reach out to hug him, but Jing Shaoci directly dodged it.
“This is the Jing family, it doesn’t matter whether you stay or not.”
“Xiao Ci!” Xie Guanxin came over and just heard him say this, so she said angrily: “This is your home, and it is also Xiuxiu’s home, who allows you to talk like this?”
Jing Shaoci lowered his black eyes, and said coldly: “As long as he is willing to speak, the wild men outside can give him 800 piercings.”
After the words fell, Yan Zixiu and Xie Guanxin were stunned at the same time.
wild man?Is there someone outside Xiuxiu?
For some reason, Xie Guanxin suddenly thought of Duan Shaoheng.
Yan Zixiu didn’t want to quarrel with Jing Shaoci, so he tried to reason: “You gave me this lantern, so it’s mine, you can’t go back on what you say.”
Jing Shaoci looked at him, and said, “Do you, Yan Zixiu, do such things as turning back on your word?”
Yan Zixiu’s breath was stagnant, and his fingers were slightly curled up by his side.
After a while, he lowered his head and said: “If you are angry, just get angry at me, there is nothing wrong with the lantern…”
In order to hold back the soreness in his nose, Yan Zixiu said slowly, “Please, don’t throw it.”
Xie Guanxin really couldn’t bear to listen to it or watch it anymore, she stood in front of Yan Zixiu, and said in a strong tone for the first time: “Jing Shaoci, you want to throw this lantern, okay, then you take your mother and me Throw it away!”
Just as Jing Shaoci was about to speak, she continued, “You don’t want your wife anymore, and you don’t want your family anymore. I want to see what else you want to do.”
After finishing speaking, Xie Guanxin immediately turned around and comforted: “Xiuxiu, he just wants to save face and suffer. After being jealous, his mouth is harder than a steel plate. Don’t be sad.”
Yan Zixiu never expected that Jing Shaoci’s move was due to jealousy, and his expression suddenly became blank.
Jing Shaoci looked at his expression, and said without thinking, “Is he worthy of making me jealous?!”
“Since there is no one, then I think that Duan Shaoheng is pretty good.”
Jing Fengyi interrupted suddenly, causing the three of them to look over immediately.
I saw him coming down the stairs calmly, walking and saying: “Xiaoxiu, you will marry him in the future, remember to go home for dinner often.”
There was a sharp pain in Jing Shaoci’s chest, and he almost vomited blood from his father’s anger.
Thinking of the scene of Yan Zixiu leading Duan Shaoheng back for dinner, he now wished he could light the Jing family’s old house with a torch.
Yan Zixiu heard the words, and quickly explained: “Father, Duan Shaoheng is a disciple of Qingyuan Temple. I once owed a favor to the head teacher Zhenqiong Daoist, so I was entrusted by him to take care of me. I…”
Before he finished speaking, Jing Fengyi shook his hand indifferently, “Those are not important, as long as you like him.”
Yan Zixiu said eagerly and earnestly: “I have no personal relationship with him, Jing Shaoci has always been my favorite.”
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This is a supplement to yesterday’s update, and today’s update will be delivered in the afternoon.
Good night everyone, Qingge bows.
