The birth of an actor

Chapter 11 A Better Reunion

If a whole pack of cigarettes were lit in a small room, it would be practically uninhabitable.

Therefore, after this bizarre "shamanistic ritual" ended, the first thing people did was to go outside and get some fresh air.

Anxin's choice was to go directly to Old Sun's incense altar and light another stick of incense.

This is a matter of etiquette.

Now that the money has been borrowed from the temple, I should express my gratitude.

After kowtowing three times, he got up again and went back to the bedroom, where he saw He Xiuqiong still unconscious.

And the middle-aged man sitting next to her, examining the object:

"Director He is fine, she'll be alright after a nap. Let's leave when she wakes up."

After saying that, he turned to guide Meng, who was standing beside him, and said:
"Uncle Meng, give them a thank-you gift."

Guide Meng immediately realized what was happening and pulled out a 100-yuan note from his pocket.

Without any hesitation, Old Sun accepted the money, nodded to Anxin, and placed it directly on the altar. At that moment, seeing that the water in the pot had boiled, he busied himself preparing to pour Anxin some tea.

"Have some water before you go."

"Ah."

Anxin responded with a soft "yes," glanced down at the flickering fire in the stove, and suddenly chuckled, saying:
"This pot of herbal frost is doomed."

Old Sun shook his head indifferently:

“My old man doesn’t treat illnesses, so keeping this thing is useless.”

"Okay, I'm going out for some fresh air."

Anxin also felt a bit stuffy in the room at this moment.

There was a strong smell of secondhand smoke.

So he stepped out of the house, and a cool breeze, typical of a summer night, blew by, making him close his eyes contentedly.

At that moment, Na Shun walked over:
"Are you OK?"

"It's alright."

With a look of nonchalance, Anxin knew what he wanted to ask and simply waved her hand:

"I didn't drink the alcohol, so I'll definitely be fine. Shall we stay at my uncle's house tonight?"

"just go."

It's too late now, and we really can't go back to the pasture.

The people nearby, overhearing their conversation, seemed somewhat dazed. They, however, were hesitant to speak to An Xin.

An unnamed sense of awe lingered in my heart, and despite a thousand questions, I dared not ask any more at this moment.

Everyone just watched him standing in the courtyard enjoying the cool air.

Strangely enough, even though he was only sixteen or seventeen, the moment he stood in the courtyard, he exuded an indescribable charm. It was both mysterious and carried a strange, almost eerie, air.

He makes it impossible not to keep your attention focused on him.

But no one noticed that Fan Bing, who was also in the courtyard, was sitting on a small stool when she suddenly yawned.

She felt a little sleepy, her mind hazy.

I subconsciously rubbed my eyes and suddenly saw a dark shadow flash by.

"?"

Fan Bing was taken aback and quickly squinted.

But I can never see it again.

mouse?

Dazzled?
She was a little puzzled, but didn't think much of it. Instead, she yawned again, her spirits dampening.

……

When He Xiuqiong woke up groggily, she felt that she hadn't had such a comfortable sleep in a long time.

Upon waking up and seeing the unfamiliar ceiling covered with newspaper, her first thought was:

"where am I?"

But then he seemed to realize something and sat up abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, she felt a wave of dizziness.

In a daze, everything that had just happened... came back to me.

A moment later, after hearing the door open, An Xin turned her head and saw Director He.

"Director He, you're awake?"

Hearing An Xin's words, He Xiuqiong nodded subconsciously. Looking at the young man with a gentle smile under the dim light, she moved her lips and suddenly said:

"Thank you."

"It's nothing, just a small favor. Are you feeling better?"

"Ah."

He Xiuqiong responded:
"I feel... quite hungry. But I don't feel that dizzy, unwell feeling I had during the day anymore."

"Your stomach must be a little weak these past few days. If you get really hungry when you get back, drink some milk and eat some biscuits. Don't eat anything greasy these days either. Just eat some light porridge and side dishes for two or three days, and you'll be fine. But... next time you go out to play or work, don't invite people you don't know or are unfamiliar with, and don't believe in anything those so-called high-level masters give you."

If this had been said yesterday, He Xiuqiong probably wouldn't have believed it.

As the mature woman gradually recalled what had just happened, she nodded vigorously.

"Okay, I got it... Thank you!"

"Ha, it's nothing. As long as you're better. Shall we go then?"

It's already past ten o'clock, which is indeed a bit too late.

It's time to go back.

"Um……"

He Xiuqiong responded and signaled that she was leaving.

An Xin then went into the house and greeted Grandpa Sun.

He didn't say anything else.

There's no need to say more.

We are all disciples of shamans, so it's only right that we look out for each other in the martial arts world.

We met in the world of martial arts, and then we forgot each other in the world of martial arts.

They didn't mention gratitude or repaying kindness; they just remembered what happened today, and if they heard of any disciple seeking help in trouble, they would simply pass on this kindness.

This is the world of martial arts.

After saying goodbye to Old Sun, everyone got into their respective cars.

An Xin didn't ride in the two Toyota Land Cruisers, but instead chose the local Santana rented by guide Meng from Chifeng. Before getting in the car, he found Fan Bing carrying a plastic bag containing two books:

"Then I'll take these two books."

"Okay, take it. Call me when you get to Yanjing."

"Okay, then I'm leaving."

"?"

Fan Bing was taken aback and subconsciously looked at He Xiuqiong.

Having regained much of her energy, He Xiuqiong quickly asked:
"Aren't you coming with us?"

"No, I'm taking that car straight back to sleep. It's too late, and I have work to do at the pasture tomorrow."

Hearing An Xin's words, He Xiuqiong thought for a moment and then said directly:
"wait."

She quickly found the middle-aged man, and after they whispered a few words, he returned to another Toyota. Less than half a minute later, he got out with an envelope and handed it to He Xiuqiong. He Xiuqiong then took the envelope and walked up to An Xin:
"This is... donation money."

Anxin only glanced at it and knew that there must be at least two or three thousand inside.

The envelope had bulged slightly.

But he just shook his head:

"I don't charge people for my services."

He Xiuqiong was taken aback:
"Don't accept it?"

"Hmm, no. Not accepting is an act of merit. Accepting it would turn into a business transaction."

Ke Anxin said this, but took the envelope from her hand:
"Your name is Ren Ke He, Xiu Li Xiu, and Qiong as in Bi Qiong?"

"Uh...right."

"it is good."

Anxin nodded and put the envelope in her pocket.
"I'll donate this money for you." "...Okay."

He Xiuqiong didn't really care how Anxin should use the money, but quickly said:
"I'm leaving Chifeng tomorrow and heading back...inland. I won't say anything more, but...don't worry, thank you. Shall we keep in touch?"

"it is good."

Anxin responded with a soft "yes":
"Remember, Director He, eat lighter meals these days."

"I remember."

"Well, then I'm leaving."

He said that, waved his hand, turned around and left without stopping for a moment.

It's getting late, and I'm really tired after a long day.

So, Santana was the first to set off. After rolling down the window and waving to the two cars, he leaned back in his seat and yawned again.

This time, I was really sleepy.

……

When the two arrived at Uncle Shun's place, it was already past 11 o'clock.

Although he was a little puzzled as to why the two children had returned, seeing how tired they looked, the middle-aged man didn't ask any more questions. He simply made the bed and let the two of them go to sleep.

Nothing happened that night, but when Na Shun woke up the next day, he went to the grocery store and saw An Xin and his uncle loading goods onto the tricycle that was delivering goods.

Rice, flour, oil, four large boxes of eggs, and half a pig...

"What's going on, Uncle? Are you visiting relatives?"

Na Shun looked puzzled.

But Shun's uncle, Erile, simply rolled his eyes:
"Look at the time! I'm telling you, get back to the pasture and get to work, you hear me? Otherwise, I'll have your dad beat you up."

Na Shun waved his hand dismissively and continued to ask:

Why buy so much stuff?

"I bought it with peace of mind."

"?"

Seeing her friend looking at her, Anxin, who was carrying eggs upstairs, then said:

"These were all bought with the money that Director He gave us last night. Let's go, let's go to the orphanage."

As he spoke, he took the envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Erile:

"Uncle, when they come to settle the bill, use this money to pay. Exchange the rest for wine, and I'll take it back to you."

"Well, let's go."

The middle-aged man, who had learned what had happened from Anxin when he woke up in the morning, didn't waste any words and waved his hand to let the two of them get on with their work.

So, after understanding what had happened, Na Shun and An Xin squeezed together onto the tricycle and set off.

Amidst the sputtering of the tricycle, Na Shun craned his neck and asked:

How much did these things cost?

"More than two thousand seven hundred."

"Hey, at least those orphans can have a decent meal now."

Hearing this, An Xin smiled.

It's not that I'm happy for those children who have no parents, but rather because of Shun's thoughts.

I don't regret spending those two or three thousand yuan, nor do I think it's necessary.

They simply thought that this cartload of rice, flour, cooking oil, and meat would be enough to give those children a good meal.

"Oh right, what kind of wine did you buy? Could you buy me an expensive one? I'll drink it myself, and I won't let my dad drink it."

"..."

Anxin's lips twitched.

Looking at his friend's expectant eyes, he sighed helplessly.

You are really not afraid of death.

Your uncle only used a horsewhip because he felt sorry for you. If you keep acting like this, next time he might just hit you with steel bars.

"Is it okay? Just buy a good bottle... I want to drink Yanghe Daqu."

"You look like Yanghe Daqu liquor to me."

"Wuliangye is also acceptable."

"Wuliangye is so expensive. They gave me a total of three thousand yuan, leaving me with just over two hundred yuan. I won't have any money left after buying just one bottle of Wuliangye."

"Then...at the very least, it has to be Lao Bai Gan!"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Just drive properly!"

Anxin rolled her eyes, speechless.

Soon, the car arrived at the orphanage, which had only been built last year.

The orphanage staff were delighted with the donations, especially the eggs on the truck, which are essential nutrients for the children's growth.

As for the donors... they were even happier when they heard that they were Taiwanese compatriots from Taiwan Province.

What does this mean?
This shows that Taiwanese compatriots care deeply about their motherland.

Even with my eyes closed, I know this will probably be broadcast on local radio in Chifeng no later than the day after tomorrow.

But all of this has nothing to do with him anymore.

After donating the money, when the two returned to the grocery store, Na Shun saw that the old man was holding a piece of cardboard.

That's... a train ticket?

"Don't worry, here you go, the ticket is booked. It's a train tomorrow afternoon around 4 pm, going directly to Changchun."

Upon hearing this, Na Shun was speechless for a moment:
"Are you going?"

"Ah."

Anxin nodded and accepted the train ticket.

Then I got anxious:

"Why? You've only been here a few days! Why are you leaving already!"

Seeing his anxious friend, Anxin knew what he was thinking, but unfortunately, he really wanted to leave.

Firstly, I still owe someone two books.

Secondly... after this matter is settled and the first "wrong answer" is corrected, he will have to curry favor with Liu Qiangdong.

So he smiled and patted Na Shun on the shoulder:

"It's not like we'll never see each other again. You can just come to my house after you graduate high school, right?"

"That won't do... You've only been here a few days! You haven't had enough fun yet!"

That Shun was really in a hurry.

But Erile reprimanded him:
"Alright, Anxin is going back to study, why are you stopping her? If you want to find Anxin, then you should study properly!"

"Uncle!!"

"Who are you yelling at? I'll kick you!!"

"I……"

"What?! What?! You want to argue with me?"

Anxin stood aside, smiling as she watched her uncle beat her nephew, but she didn't say anything in support of Na Shun.

When the boy looked at her with a wronged expression, she simply put her arm around his shoulder:

"Okay, okay, it's not like I'm never coming back. I'll come again this winter break, alright?"

Na Shun was a thousand times unwilling.

A young person's feelings are pure, and separation is the most painful thing in the world.

But as an "adult," there's not much one can do to feel at ease.

Let's consider it as a preparation for a better encounter next time.

Now that the first multiple-choice question is finished, it's time to move on to the next one.

Time is tight and tasks are heavy.

For that bright future.

Also, so that when I become successful in the future, I can take you on a better reunion.

(End of this chapter)