Third Comb

His tone is filled with anger.

The person who lost his temper is Stage Manager Zhang and the object of his anger is… the dozen or so young girls who must be visiting the set due to some intelligence they have gathered.

Several of the girls recoiled at the sudden scream. They shrank back and didn’t dare to reply.

However, the girl in the lead was more courageous and tried to explain, “We….we're Brother Chuan’s fans. We only came to see him. We won’t disturb your filming.”

Stage Manager Zheng sneered, “You have already delayed our filming. Look,” He pointed at Fu Ting Chuan in the rain, “Because of you lot, your Brother Chuan has been in the rain for quite a long time now.”

He then looked around the shed, “Our shelter is only so big. If we squeeze all of you in here, where will the rest of our staff go?!”

Seeing that these young girls are wet and are still standing in the rain, the middle-aged man is reminded of his daughter who is around the same age. Feeling distressed, his tone softened, “Where are your umbrellas? All of you are drenched in this state, do you want us to give you shelter?”

“We came from Changzhou which is near here. Changzhou….. didn't rain so we thought Wuxi also didn’t…..”

“You thought Wuxi wouldn’t rain?”

“We came in a rush because we were afraid that Brother Chuan would be done with his filming so we didn’t bring an umbrella. Sorry…..”

“Hahaha, you bunch are really funny! If my niece is like you who disregards her health to chase celebrities, I would give her a good beating! See if she dares to run around again!”

Stage Manager Zhang has an intimidating presence. In the end, the group of girls couldn’t utter a sound.

Fu Ting Chuan didn’t want to waste any time so he decided to continue the test ride, to deepen the understanding between horse and man.

From far away, he looked over, probably understanding what is happening here.

The director’s nature is much warmer as he hurried to soothe things over, “All right, all right, Old Zhang. There is no use in saying these words to them.”

He looked at the group of fans, “You all just stand there. Our small cover will not be able to support all of you. We are not responsible for your health if you get wet.”

The girl who is in the lead smiled brightly, “We’re fine. Our Uncle Fu is in the rain, it is also right for us to be drenched!”

Although they said this, the director still handed them three umbrellas.

“Thank you, director!” “You’re amazing!” “Thank you, everyone!” The girls were flattered and thanked.

Even though it is like this, the umbrellas were not enough for more than a dozen or so people.

They stood next to the shelter and clumped together under the umbrella. The girls rubbed their hands and blew on it trying to keep warm. Although their bodies are cold, they feel satisfied and excited just by looking at their idol.

Jiang Tiao clenched the handle of the umbrella and stared at the young girls.

Probably because they are very much like her, Jiang Tiao felt distressed for them. She can’t go back and be young and crazy and persistent like them who would do something like this without complaint. Even if she did go back in time, she doesn’t dare to brazenly and shamelessly chase her idol.

She made a decision then.

She looked back at Fu Ting Chuan. He is still running but the director hasn’t started filming. It is best not to delay the film.

She quickly walked over to the group of girls. Not walk, run.

From his misty vision, he saw the woman standing on the field turning back.

Fu Ting Chuan pulled the reins and stopped.

He saw her stand under the shelter and said a few words to the director. Then she ran over to the group of fans and collapsed the umbrella as if she was going to hand it to them.

What is she thinking? She is going to give the umbrella to the girls and let herself be drenched in the rain? Is she sick or something?

Immediately afterward, everyone in the shelter noticed Fu Ting Chuan kicking the side of the horse and moving forward.

The speed of the horse suddenly increased.

The hooves stomped on the wet grass on the ground.

When he arrived at his destination, he pulled on the reins and stopped right in front of his fans.

During this time, all the girls screamed incessantly, like a pack of cute little female wolves.

Jiang Tiao looked up and stared at Fu Ting Chuan in astonishment.

Despite this, the irritability on his face is still revealed. His gaze fell upon her, perhaps the source of his vexation.

Then she heard him say, “Take the umbrella back. Take care of yourself first. They are my fans, not yours.”

His voice is cold against the wind.

Ahhhhhh! The group of girls clung together, fascinated by his overbearing attitude.

Jiang Tiao stiffened and then calmed down, “I am also your fan and I don’t want to see them drenched.”

“So you’re going to give them your umbrella while you get soaked in the rain? Very interesting.” Fu Ting Chuan’s tone is very powerful. Some drops of water dripped down his chin.

…..Jiang Tiao had some understanding of his intentions. Fu Ting Chuan is a principled man so he must not want his fans to get in the way of his work. She immediately made clear her original plan, “Sun Qing has a raincoat in her bag. I will give them my umbrella and I will wear a raincoat. It’s a win-win.”

Fu Ting Chuan, “.....”

**

Fu Ting Chuan returned to the heavy rain. He galloped faster and faster on the horse.

The pasture is empty, the rain cold, the wind roaring in the air, and the world in chaos. Maybe it is in this setting that his head was able to clear up.

He also couldn’t understand why he is acting like a runaway as he urged his horse back while that woman does not have a single drop of rain on her.

His hands which are holding the reins are shaking because of the force he exerted.

His wet hair stuck to his head and body making him in a sorry state.

That night when he was on his phone, he lied to his psychologist for the first time.

Lu Shui Xian asked him, “Was there any result?”

His hand tightened into a fist. He pretended to be calm and said, “No.”

“No result?”

"No, no feeling."

Lu Shui Xian was surprised, “Your makeup artist’s hand is more beautiful than this?”

“I can’t say,” Fu Ting Chuan suddenly put forth a hypothesis, “Is there a possibility that you can only get a reaction from one woman’s hand?”

“Tell me, do you have feelings for that makeup artist?”

“I was only making a conjecture.”

“If there really is a day that you only get a reaction from one woman’s hand,” Professor Lu paused before she continued.

“It is not an illness, it is love.”