"An'an, what's wrong?"
Wen Yan'an shook his head. "It's nothing, Sister Zhi. Let's go back. I wonder if Mom's scene has finished."
Seeing that he was only a little disappointed and nothing more, she breathed a sigh of relief. "Let's go back and find Sister Miao Miao."
When the two returned to the film crew, Fang Miao Miao had just finished the first scene.
"Mom."
"Where did you two go?" Fang Miao Miao breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Wen Yan'an.
"Mom, I looked at the scenery outside. It's so beautiful outside."
"An'an likes it outside?"
Wen Yan'an nodded vigorously. "Yes, yes."
"Then how about we explore here properly this afternoon?"
She hadn't had a good look around last time she was here. It would be a good choice to go out and see the scenery with An'an now.
"Can we?"
"Of course."
"Thank you, Mom."
Fang Miao Miao patted Wen Yan'an's head. "Let's go, it's time to eat."
"Sister Miao Miao, An'an, I brought lunch."
"Thank you. Little Zhi'er, go eat. We don't need you here for now."
"Okay, call me if you need anything."
"Go ahead."
The two casually found a quiet spot.
"Mom, I've never eaten like this before." Wen Yan'an sat on a small stool, looking curiously at the staff around them, some sitting on small stools, others simply sitting on the ground wherever they could.
"Be good. Not everyone is rich. Most people are middle class, striving and working hard for their lives and dreams."
Wen Yan'an nodded as if he understood. "Mom, I'm not looking down on them. They are very capable."
Fang Miao Miao's lips curved upwards. She knew An'an was a good child, and Wen Zhi Yan had also raised him well.
"Let's eat."
Wen Yan'an chuckled. "Mom, when is your next scene?"
"Around 3 o'clock. We can find a pavilion to nap for a bit afterwards."
"Mm-hmm."
After lunch, Yu Zhi called to say she had found a pavilion where they could go and sleep.
"Mom, this place is so beautiful."
Wen Yan'an sat on a stone bench, looking at the layered green forests in the distance.
"Yes, nature is truly beautiful."
"Mom, I want to ask you something."
"Go ahead."
"Have you been here before?"
Fang Miao Miao nodded. "Yes."
"Then have you seen a white-bearded old man?" Wen Yan'an's breathing became a little rapid.
"Yes, I have. What's wrong?" Fang Miao Miao paused, realizing something. "An'an, you've seen that old man, haven't you?"
Wen Yan'an nodded, speaking each word very seriously. "That old man said Mom doesn't need to worry, we can be together forever and ever."
"Really?"
"Really." Wen Yan'an nodded vigorously, holding Fang Miao Miao's hand. "He said our wishes will come true."
"Okay." Fang Miao Miao smiled indulgently. "I also believe our wishes will come true."
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"Mm-hmm."
Fang Miao Miao looked into the distance, where the Qing Dao Temple she had visited a long time ago was located.
Thinking of the mysterious old man with the white beard, her heart warmed. Thank you, old man.
Unbeknownst to anyone.
A expanse of white mist.
The old man sneezed a few times, then resignedly fed medicine to the little one on the bamboo bed. "You, you just have to go against the Heavenly Dao."
Qing Jiu forced a smile. "You, don't you also dislike the idea of bringing Fang Miao Miao to this world?"
The old man puffed out his beard and glared. "I am your master, I can do whatever I want."
"Master, Wen Yan'an has suffered too much. His suffering is indirectly caused by us. This is what we owe them."
"Alright, alright, whatever you say goes. We can't interfere anymore, otherwise the Heavenly Dao will forcibly erase Fang Miao Miao and her husband."
Qing Jiu's expression dimmed. He didn't understand. How could the Heavenly Dao, which was said to be compassionate, cause such trouble?
"I don't understand."
"How old are you? In human terms, you're no different from An'an, a five or six-year-old kid. What do you know?" The old man rubbed his waist. "In short, they are gradually breaking free from the control of the Heavenly Dao, and this life will have a perfect ending for them. Are you satisfied?"
Qing Jiu snorted. "This was their original path."
This Heavenly Dao is not good. When he becomes powerful, he will definitely pierce this heaven.
"My little ancestor." The old man quickly covered Qing Jiu's mouth. "Can you talk and think less?"
Qing Jiu drank the medicine in one gulp, a smile on his lips, and fell asleep.
...
"Not bad, Miao Miao. I have another play in hand." Chai Yan smiled at Fang Miao Miao and asked tentatively, "Are you interested?"
"Director Chai, my schedule might be too tight recently."
"It's alright." Chai Yan waved her hand dismissively. "I only plan to complete this one play well this year."
"Then, can we talk about it later?"
"Sure." Chai Yan readily agreed. "I just thought of it and asked."
"Thank you for thinking so highly of me, Director Chai."
"Today's tasks are completed successfully. Everyone rest well and strive to finish tomorrow's tasks early, so you can all head to the next location."
Due to coordination between the film crew and the Daoist temple, everyone could stay at the temple tonight.
"Mom, can we go see that old grandpa and young brother Qing Jiu?"
Fang Miao Miao glanced at the sky. It wasn't dark yet, so they could go.
"Let's go."
The two walked through the bamboo forest, hand in hand, in silence. The sound of birdsong could occasionally be heard in the woods.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, a familiar crane soared high into the sky. It still looked ragged.
"Mom, is this where grandpa and his companion live?"
Fang Miao Miao nodded and stepped forward to knock on the door.
The moment her hand touched the door.
The door creaked open.
"Mom?" Wen Yan'an looked up at Fang Miao Miao.
"It's alright, let's go in."
She had a vague feeling.
The scene was the same, the only difference being that the swings on the two peach trees were gone, replaced by two mounds of earth.
"Mom?"
"An'an, can you play here for a while? Mom is going to look over there, but don't go near the well."
"Okay."
Fang Miao Miao walked to the peach trees and looked at the three mounds of earth.
One was inscribed with Bai He.
One was inscribed with Qing Jiu.
Looking at the names on the mounds, Fang Miao Miao was filled with mixed emotions, and for a moment, she didn't know what to say.
"Mom."
"An'an, why are you here?"
"I know these two people."
When he was sleeping earlier, the old grandpa told him in his dream to live well, and that he and brother Qing Jiu would no longer appear.
Fang Miao Miao's expression was complicated. Finally, she took Wen Yan'an's hand. "Let's bow to them."
"Okay."
The two bowed towards the mounds.
As they left, a gentle breeze blew, and the peach tree leaves rustled.