The birth of an actor

Chapter 92 Return
Anxin couldn't remember where she had heard the saying, "The New Year is still in the first month of the lunar calendar."

He felt that this statement was not quite right, because for him, the New Year was over once the first day of the lunar new year was over.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, when the daughter returned to her parents' home, Anxin was in the village when someone came looking for her, bringing the couple's birth dates and times to ask if they were compatible. Then, just after seeing off this aunt, another aunt came, wanting to know when it would be best for the couple to have a child.

There's also someone asking Anxin to go to the county, saying their daughter brought someone back and they want Anxin to look at their face...

There's nothing he can do; he's just that busy back in his hometown.

Although everyone knows he is not old, no one treats him like a child.

Everyone treated him with utmost respect and courtesy, and sometimes he found it hard to refuse them.

We cannot refuse.

These are also part of the spiritual practice of shamanic disciples.

To put it simply, it's essentially about doing good deeds. Cultivating oneself and one's heart through goodness.

After the second day of the Lunar New Year comes the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and then the eighth day...

For business owners, welcoming the God of Wealth is of paramount importance throughout the year. On the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, he visited six stores in one morning... Can you believe how outrageous that is?

When they got home that evening, An Daguo, who had already packed his luggage, saw his grandson's tired appearance and first greeted him with a smile, urging him to eat. After watching his grandson finish a mouthful of rice and a mouthful of sauerkraut soup, he said:
"From now on... you should come back less often."

Anxin was taken aback.

After staring blankly at her grandfather for a few seconds, she said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry:

"Sir, if you think I can eat too much, you can kick me out?"

"Of course, we can hardly afford to support you anymore."

As the old man spoke, he finished the wine in his glass.

“Since you’re an actor now, don’t come back for summer vacation… Just call home often. I’m perfectly healthy, so don’t worry. Just stay out here…”

"fine."

Anxin smiled and shook her head, actually knowing what her grandfather was trying to say:

"Isn't this also a form of spiritual practice? When you encounter someone, you have to help them. When someone asks for help, you have to respond. The fact that people can come to us is a result of the seeds sown by those we helped in the past. They come to me to fulfill the karma. But now that I'm in school, they can't find me, so the cause and effect isn't over. If you owe too many debts, it will become karmic retribution. So... don't worry about me. Besides, I can't let people say that the An family has bad reputations, can I? A grandfather raises his grandson, and the grandson is unfilial and doesn't even come home."

"But……"

"Grandpa, don't worry, I know what I'm doing. Besides... Old Immortal misses me too."

"..."

This left An Daguo speechless.

He could only nod and say:

"I'll continue packing your things. There's a lot this time, so I'll have someone take it over. You can take your luggage and leave tomorrow..."

Before An Daguo could finish speaking, suddenly, the sound of a motorcycle came from outside, followed by a knocking on An Xin's door.
"Anxin, is Anxin there?"

Anxin, who was eating cross-legged, subconsciously walked quickly out the door:
"Yes, who is it? What's up?"

"It's me, Anxin, Lao Zhao, Zhao Chunguang's son. Today is my dad's 100th day, but after dinner, the baby started sleeping soundly, had a high fever, and could even stand up with chopsticks upright. We just can't get rid of him..."

An Daguo, who was behind his grandson, twitched his lips and glanced at the wall clock.

It's already past 7 o'clock.

But when he heard his grandson say, "Wait a minute, let me put on my clothes," he could only step aside and watch his grandson quickly put on his clothes and shoes, saying:
"Don't come back tonight. I'll take your luggage to the county in a horse-drawn carriage tomorrow morning."

"……Row."

Anxin responded, and soon, as the motorcycle's noise faded into the distance, the An family returned to peace.

An Daguo sighed silently.

After thinking for a moment, he went into the back room where the mountain produce was stored.

It would be best if my grandson didn't come back during the summer vacation.

Then take more.

……

On the eleventh day of the Lunar New Year, after more than two days, I finally arrived in Yanjing from Fusong. Amidst the hustle and bustle of the train station, I finally managed to squeeze out of the exit.

Then he saw a girl flashing him a bright white smile.

Her hair had grown much longer, almost reaching her shoulders, and she stood in the cold wind, grinning foolishly at him.

That silliness emanated from his breath in clumps.

"Hehe, hehehe."

How did you get in the house?

As she giggled foolishly, a question popped into Anxin's mind.

She was being all mysterious when we talked on the phone before, but now she can explain herself, right?

"I asked the landlady to open the door. Haha, you didn't expect that, did you?"

"..."

You really aren't very smart.

An Xin shook her head helplessly and said:
"Let's go."

"Hey hey, Happy Chinese New Year! Come on, do you have a present for me?"

"Still the same stuff, do you want it?"

"Uh……"

Upon hearing this, Fan Bing paused for a moment, then a hint of disdain appeared in her eyes:
"Sigh, didn't you prepare anything nice for me?"

Anxin was completely dumbfounded.

I thought to myself, do you know how difficult it is to handle a free-roaming chicken outside?

Still not satisfied?

So I ignored her and walked toward the bus stop on my own.

Fan Bing, carrying his small bag, followed beside him and said quickly:
"By the way, did Sister He call you?"

"beated."

"Are you doing your own voice acting or...?"

"No, we found a voice actor."

The two were talking about "Princess Pearl". His short sentences in Mandarin were hard to understand, but his long sentences still had a Northeastern accent.

There's no easy way to improve; you just have to put in the effort and practice little by little.

So He Xiuqiong specifically called to inform him that he would not use his own voice in the play, but would use dubbing.

"What about you?"

"I'm the original voice, alas, what a pity."

"What's a pity?"

"When I was chatting with Zhao Wei, I even said that maybe the dubbing could be done in Taiwan, and then I could go on a trip to the island. But Sister He said that after they finished editing, they would take it to the Beijing Film Studio for us to record... What a pity."

"Well, I was busy back in my hometown at the time, so we didn't talk much. What else did we talk about?"

"That's all..."

While the two were chatting, Anxin's pager went off. He glanced at it and saw it was Wang Jinghua.

"Sister Hua sent me a message, I'll call her back."

With that, Anxin went to the public phone booth and called Wang Jinghua back.

"Hey, Anxin, have you arrived in Yanjing?"

"Just arrived, Sister Hua, is there something you need?"

"Haha, time to eat. It's a new year, time to get back to work. You go back and rest first, I'll tell Fan Bing that we'll have dinner together tonight."

"We're together right now. She's picking me up. Have you decided on the address? We'll head over there in a bit."

Hearing An Xin's words, Wang Jinghua was somewhat surprised, but she didn't say much, and smiled:

"Didn't Bingbing say last time that she'd never properly eaten at Quanjude? Let's eat at Quanjude tonight!"

Anxin was alright, but Fan Bingbing's eyes lit up.

"Haha, Fan Bingbing is quite happy."

"As long as you're happy, then see you tonight?"

"OK, all right."

Beep beep, the call ended.

Seeing the girl swallowing hard, An Xin shook her head with amusement:

"gone."

"Hmm... Hey, don't worry. I've made up my mind!"

"what?"

"When I'm rich, I'll eat at Quanjude every day!"

"..."

……

They chatted about Northeast China and Yantai along the way, and after the girl's bombshell statement, "I'll cook you oyster and dried shrimp soup," the two returned to Jishuitan.

After putting down her luggage with peace of mind, she first took a plastic bag and went to find Sui Xi.

The plastic bag contained mushrooms that Grandpa had dried himself.

Sui Xi doesn't eat meat, but she really liked the mushrooms and thanked them with a smile.

When he returned to the room, he found Fan Bing helping him make the bed and put a duvet cover on the quilt.

"...Did you go home or go to a labor camp?"

Seeing An Xin's surprised expression, the girl smiled smugly:
"Hmph, you don't even understand the principle that a person should be looked at with new eyes after three days of separation? Oh right, wait for me."

She seemed to remember something and quickly ran out of the courtyard.

Not long after, she returned carrying a plastic bag.

"Give."

"This is……?"

Looking at the clothes inside, An Xin was a little puzzled.

"Sister Zi gave these to me and asked me to give them to you. She said that when she went to buy stock, she thought the designs were very nice, so she brought a few for you to wear when you came back."

Anxin was somewhat surprised, not expecting that her "former boss" still remembered her.

That was truly touching.

asked:

"When did you go?"

"On the eighth day, I gave Sister Zi some dried oysters. She even asked if I wanted to go back."

"She's stopped selling men's clothing, so why should I go back?"

"I don't know, maybe they introduced you to another boss?"

Anxin nodded, not taking it to heart. After tidying up the bedding, she went out and soon returned with the tin box.

Fan Bing was initially puzzled, but after seeing the transaction records inside, she remembered the stock trading and asked curiously:

"How much are you making now? Have you made any money?"

"I don't know, let's go check tomorrow. Is Grandpa Ye home?"

"exist."

So the two children took various local specialties and went to visit someone else.

When they returned, each of them had an extra fifty-yuan red envelope in their hand.

However, Fan Bingbing looked distressed.
"How can you tell I slacked off... I feel like I did the right thing, how can you tell at a glance that I didn't practice during the Chinese New Year holiday?"

"what."

He smiled smugly, pleased with the compliment, "Young master is good, he didn't slack off."
"I don't know."

In short, after returning to Yanjing, he spent the afternoon dealing with various trivial matters with Fan Bing's help. Then, in the evening, the little motorcycle sputtered along, fueled by the girl's excited appetite, and headed to Quanjude to meet Wang Jinghua.

The first thing Wong Jinghua did upon seeing the two of them was to announce:

"Don't worry, Bingbing, how many times have you read the book? We need to start preparations in early March."

"I'm fine, I've watched it at least ten times."

Upon hearing this, Fan Bing immediately responded.

Anxin nodded in agreement.
"Me too, when will the production team be able to confirm the audition time?"

"It's not clear yet."

Wang Jinghua shook her head:
"I only know the screenwriter, but the specific progress is still controlled by the director and the production company. But don't worry, you are definitely better prepared than others. As long as you study the characters carefully, there shouldn't be any problems."

As an agent, she naturally had to read the book to see if her actors were suitable for the story.

They naturally have the right to speak.

Anxin nodded:
"understood."

Thus, the meal began with the topic of "That Dog" and Fan Bingbing's drooling as she watched the duck meat sliced ​​into clove leaves by the chef at another table.

After the dinner ended, as the two rode their motorcycle home, in the cold wind, Fan Bing put her hands in An Xin's coat pockets and asked him in his ear:

"I'm planning to continue taking acting classes, are you going?"

"it is good."

Anxin responded with a soft "yes".

The studies in the first year of university weren't that demanding, and besides, they weren't difficult either. He had plenty of time in the evenings, and since he wasn't filming "Princess Pearl," he naturally wanted to go.

Just like how Grandpa Ye could tell at a glance that Fan Bingbing had slacked off during the Chinese New Year.

He felt that some things are like rowing against the current; if you don't move forward, you fall behind.

Naturally he won't refuse.

(End of this chapter)