The poor girl from the 1970s was forced to kiss by the damp educated youth.

Guan Rui bought three potted plants, ruined one, leaving only two. The flowers were beautiful, and everyone admired them for a long time. Many people asked for the address of the flower shop, planning to take some time to visit after get off work.

That afternoon, Liao Jianing had scenes to film. The director asked Liao Jianing again if she wanted to rest, but she refused, gritting her teeth and saying that she could persevere.

Her delicate yet strong and dedicated demeanor moved everyone on the set.

Aside from He Qianqian, she was so disgusted by Liao Jianing's pretentious behavior that she wanted to vomit. This woman was too good at acting.

The next scene is a fight scene in a fire, and it's an ensemble piece, which also includes a scene with He Qianqian.

The fire is now burning intensely, producing a large amount of thick smoke.

The film crew is currently in a forest on the outskirts of the city. The props team has already lit the fire, and everyone has changed into their costumes.

The costumes are ethereal and elegant, but making the fight scenes look good in such attire is no easy feat. The cast has practiced extensively with the martial arts instructor, rehearsing the movements and positioning dozens of times. Only after the director's approval has filming finally begun.

In the play, Liao Jianing's weapon is a sharp, long whip with barbs, which is very powerful. She practiced wielding this whip for a while, and while she wasn't entirely proficient, she at least managed to aim accurately and avoid accidentally injuring others.

But He Qianqian felt a chill run down her spine when she looked at the whip, even though it was just a prop.

It wasn't just the whip; Liao Jianing as a whole made her feel uneasy, as if he were a flammable and explosive dangerous object, making her want to stay away from him.

During filming, He Qianqian and Liao Jianing were on the same side. According to the original positioning, the distance between He Qianqian and Liao Jianing should not exceed two meters. However, He Qianqian moved outward by half a meter, making it two and a half meters. She dared not move any further, as the director would notice.

But as the fight went on, another male actor stepped in between He Qianqian and Liao Jianing.

He Qianqian knew that this man was Liao Jianing's admirer. With him blocking her way, He Qianqian was more than happy and moved further away.

The mutation happened at that moment!

He Qianqian didn't know how Liao Jianing's whip knocked over the diesel fuel can under the tree, nor did she know who had used the fuel and hadn't tightened the cap properly. At first, no one noticed the fuel leaking out until He Qianqian's whip kicked up oil droplets that splashed onto the actors around them, at which point everyone realized something was wrong.

But it was too late.

And so the fire started.

The scene descended into bizarre chaos. The leaves on the ground burned brighter and brighter, the dead trees caught fire, and the clothes of several actors caught fire as well. Everyone screamed in terror, some rolling on the ground, others taking off their clothes.

"Splash water! Quickly splash water on them!"

"Use leaves to beat out the flames on their bodies!"

The director shouted in a panic.

Liao Jianing was the one who was burned the most, as she was covered in the most diesel fuel and was the most intensely burned.

He Qianqian stared in disbelief at the scene. Before she could recover, she saw Liao Jianing rushing towards her with incredible speed and a sense of determination.

What is Liao Jianing trying to do?

He Qianqian was both shocked and furious. Instead of trying to extinguish his anger, Liao Jianing wanted to harm her!

How could she not know that Liao Jianing's resentment towards her had reached this level!

He Qianqian panicked and retreated, forgetting that there was a slope behind her. She leaned back and fell, tumbling down the slope. Liao Jianing chased after her relentlessly. The fire on her body burned brighter and brighter, yet she seemed oblivious to the pain. Her eyes, reflecting the red flames, stared intently at He Qianqian, like a demon from hell.

He Qianqian bumped into a mound of earth and struggled to get up. Liao Jianing was already in front of her. Almost without hesitation, Liao Jianing pounced on He Qianqian.

"ah--"

He Qianqian closed her eyes in terror, kicking her arms and legs wildly. The expected scorching heat did not come. Liao Jianing was isolated by an invisible energy, half a meter away from He Qianqian.

A look of confusion flashed in her eyes, and the next second, her eyes rolled back and she fainted.

He Qianqian quieted down, and as if venting her anger, she grabbed some dirt and threw it at Liao Jianing.

At this time, the rest of the crew arrived, and they spent a few minutes working together to extinguish the fire on Liao Jianing's body.

He Qianqian glanced at Liao Jianing, whose face was completely disfigured, and a chill ran through her. If Liao Jianing had survived today, she would definitely stay far away from this crazy woman from now on.

Chen Zhi and Xi Lang had just finished dinner when He Hongwei came to their house carrying He Qianqian on his back.

"What happened?" Chen Zhi looked at the haggard He Qianqian. It had only been half a day since she last saw her, how did she become like this?

"Neighbor, did you foresee something beforehand, which is why you gave me that talisman?" The talisman saved her twice, and even now, recalling what happened today, He Qianqian still feels her hair stand on end.

"I don't have the ability to foresee the future. I just saw that your colleague was tainted with bad luck, and I was afraid that you would be implicated, so I gave you a talisman to prevent any unforeseen events." Now it seems that the bad luck was quite powerful, and it actually affected He Qianqian.

"Neighbor, you're amazing!" At this moment, He Qianqian wished she could kneel down before Chen Zhi. "If it weren't for your talisman, I'd be dead today!"

He Qianqian vividly recounted the two incidents of the day, then gritted her teeth in resentment, "That Liao Jianing was incredibly lucky; his hair was burned off, yet he survived!"

"Sister, don't be angry. She got what she deserved. She was an actress, and being disfigured doesn't necessarily mean she's happier alive than dead," He Hongwei comforted her.

"That's true." Liao Jianing's face was what she cared about most. Now that it was disfigured, she must be in unbearable pain. "Those actors who were implicated by her are also in a terrible state. They all have some burns, especially her admirer, who was also seriously injured, second only to Liao Jianing. Even if Liao Jianing doesn't die, these people probably won't let her go."

He Hongwei: "With such a big incident on set, will the film still be made?"

"Of course we're taking pictures! We've invested so much money; if we don't take pictures, all that money will be wasted. By the way, neighbor, did you bring the flowers back for me?"

"Yes, I brought them. Those two pots by the door are the ones."

"Could you bring me another potted orchid tomorrow?"

"OK."

"Let's go back first. My brother will come over to pick up the flowers in a bit and bring you the money on the way."

After He Qianqian and her brother left, Xi Lang said, "You can distinguish what bad luck is now, that's a big improvement."

Chen Zhi was flattered by the praise and said, "I have been studying a lot during this time and dare not slack off."

Seeing that smug little expression, Xi Lang felt a little itchy to pinch her smooth and delicate cheek. "I know you've been working hard, you can even draw four different talismans now. Tonight I'll teach you how to draw a talisman to dispel bad luck."

Chen Zhi nodded in agreement, a hint of anticipation in her voice, "Where did He Qianqian's colleague pick up bad luck from?"

Bad luck is a common thing, but Chen Zhi had never seen such a strong sense of bad luck before.

Xi Lang shook his head. "You'd have to ask her yourself."

"Neighbor--"

He Hongwei returned with a fruit basket. "This time, we owe a lot to Comrade Chen Zhi's talisman. This is a small token of our gratitude, but you can't refuse it this time."

Chen Zhi smiled and accepted it.

After He Hongwei moved the flowers away and paid for them, Chen Zhi returned to the house and saw Xi Lang pull a red envelope out of the fruit basket.

Chen Zhi: "..."

The red envelope contained ten brand-new "Big Unity" bills.

"Should we return it?" Xi Lang asked.

"No refund. Your talisman paper is worth that much." Drawing talismans is very expensive, and one talisman costs a hundred yuan. Chen Zhi didn't think it was expensive. She also mentioned that the people on Jade Street wanted to buy talismans from Xi Lang.

Xi Lang thought for a moment, "Let's wait a while. When the policy is clearer and no one is watching these things, we'll sell a few more."

Chen Zhi nodded, "That's what I think too."

Chen Zhi's flower shop sold out of flowers within a week of opening.

Those that were propagated by cuttings or divided into pots are still small and will be ready for sale in a while.

In just one week, Chen Zhi earned over four thousand yuan, and her wallet was full again. Adding the one thousand yuan Ye Fengrong gave her, she now had nearly six thousand yuan.

When Xi Lang learned that she had earned so much money, he gave her an extra five thousand yuan and told her to deposit ten thousand yuan into her bank account.

Chen Zhi asked, "Should I put it in a fixed deposit or a current account?"

"I'll keep it in a current account." You never know when you might suddenly need the money again.

Xi Lang added, "It'll be in your name."

Chen Zhi herself didn't care; what was hers was Xi Lang's, so there was no need to distinguish between them so clearly.

So, the next day she opened a current account in Xi Lang's name, with exactly 10,000 yuan in it.

After closing the shop, Chen Zhi resumed her previous routine: in the morning, she would go to the house to practice whipping, tend to the plants and vegetables, and in the afternoon, she would return to the small villa to read books, practice calligraphy, and draw talismans.

Construction has already begun on the house, and Xi Lang goes there every day to check on the progress, purchase materials needed by the workers, and then visit the Taoist Association or the Calligraphy Association.

The calligraphy association recently held several calligraphy exhibitions, one of which was held at Peking University this weekend.

Today, Yang Wenyu and Zhao Jinbao had arranged to meet Li Zhou'an. When they arrived at Peking University, they immediately spotted Chen Xiuzhen beside Li Zhou'an.

Li Zhou'an was academically excellent, good-looking, and had an outstanding temperament. After arriving at Peking University, he became very popular, and he was always surrounded by a group of people, both men and women.

Feeling threatened, Chen Xiuzhen would rush to Peking University whenever she had free time, clinging to Li Zhou'an. Whenever she saw an unfamiliar girl with Li Zhou'an, she would introduce herself as "Chen Xiuzhen, Li Zhou'an's wife."

So, not long after the start of the semester, everyone knew that Li Zhou'an was a married man.

Li Zhou'an noticed Chen Xiuzhen's unease, but he said nothing and continued his studies and social life as usual.

Li Zhou'an loves calligraphy and has joined the calligraphy association at Peking University. When he heard that the Beijing Calligraphy Association was going to hold an exhibition, he grabbed a few tickets early on.

The four of them arrived relatively late; there were already quite a few people in the exhibition hall.

Seeing a crowd gathered around a calligraphy piece, Li Zhou'an curiously walked over.

"These characters flow like drifting clouds, soar like startled dragons; their movements, both controlled and expansive, are perfectly natural. This person's skill is profound!"

"If a work isn't truly talented, how could it be selected by the calligraphy association?"

"The calligraphy is excellent, but the spirit it conveys is absolutely superb."

"I think this calligraphy is imposing, seemingly restrained, but actually concealing a sharp edge, exceptionally fierce. They say calligraphy reflects the person, so what kind of person do you think the author of this calligraphy is?"

"Look at the signature below, Xi Lang, a director of the calligraphy association, I've never heard of him."

......

Li Zhou'an, Chen Xiuzhen, Zhao Jinbao, and Yang Wenyu, who were outside the crowd, were all taken aback.

Yang Wenyu: "I think I heard Xi Lang's name."

"It's Xi Lang's name, the two characters are exactly the same." Li Zhou'an stared intently at the signature, his eyes dark.

Zhao Jinbao: "Is it the Xi Lang we know, or a stranger with the same name?"

Chen Xiuzhen curled her lip. "The Xi Lang we know didn't even finish middle school, but this one is a director of the calligraphy association. How could they be the same person!"