Flame Covers the Sky[Entertainment]

Chapter 21

When Xing Tian walked into the living room, Grandma Wu smiled and said, "Young man, sit down, Zi Xiao will be back soon."

Xing Tian pursed his lips shyly, and said very politely: "Thank you, I'm sorry to disturb you so early."

"Hi, you're welcome, you're Zixiao's colleague." The old man made a cup of tea for Xing Tian. Xing Tian glanced at the enamel teacup that was worn white, put down the cup, and smiled without saying a word.

Xing Tian thought that he would have to work hard to gain the trust of Yan Zixiao's neighbors, but he didn't expect that as soon as he said that he was Yan Zixiao's "colleague", the gray-haired old man said straightforwardly and enthusiastically that Yan Zixiao went to help her run errands to buy seasonings , not at home, invited Xing Tian to come to his home and wait.

"Boy, have some tea."

"Okay, the water is hot now, drink it later."

"Then eat an apple." The old man took out an apple and a fruit knife from the fruit plate on the coffee table, intending to peel the fruit for Xing Tian.

What Xing Tian hated to eat most were vegetables and fruits. With a half-hearted smile, he took the fruits and knives from the old man's hand, "I'll do it myself, you're too polite."

As he spoke, Xing Tian quickly peeled off the fruit in his palm.In less than half a minute, a piece of well-cut, thick and well-proportioned fruit peeled away from the juicy flesh. Xing Tian borrowed flowers to present Buddha, and handed the peeled fruit to the old man: "Grandma, you eat first."

Grandma Wu is usually alone, and Yan Zixiao and his son are the ones she has the most contact with, and she hardly communicates with young people nowadays.Although it's only been a few minutes since I met Xing Tian, ​​the handsome and polite Xing Tian has already won the favor of the old man.

Xing Tian and the old man chatted nonchalantly. At this time, he looked very relaxed on the surface, but he was suffering and nervous in his heart. After returning to Huating from the hospital in the middle of the night last night, he almost stayed up all night, and his mind was full of thoughts. It was Yan Zixiao's figure and that bloody arm. Early the next morning, he was sent to find Yan Zixiao.He never thought that he was so shameless, like a beast in estrus, but in order to get closer to men, Xing Tian didn't want to think too much, anyway, he was sure that there was nothing in this world that he couldn't handle people.

"Hey, where was that kid just now?"

"You said Lele, he was afraid of life, so he went back to the bedroom."

"Hehe, he is Yanzhi's son, right?"

"Yeah, Lele's name is Yan Sheng. Speaking of which, I have a very good relationship with this little milk baby. After I retired, my son's family of three moved to Australia, and my wife didn't come early. Only my old man was left in S city." Bones is alone, I was planning to go to a nursing home, but a young man moved in across the door, and he brought a newborn baby with him."

"Yanzhi and Lele?" Xing Tian listened with interest.

"Yes, I chose the baby name Lele. At that time, Zixiao was about the same age as you, and she looked upright, but she became more energetic. One time, Lele might be sick and kept crying, and the whole corridor could do it." Hearing that, I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I went to knock on the door to help him take care of Lele. We gradually got to know him...it’s not easy for a single man to take care of children, no matter how capable Zixiao is, he is clumsy at taking care of children Even feeding a child with a bottle of milk can cause a catastrophe, not to mention that the baby's eating and drinking has to be handled by him alone."

"Hehe, I can't imagine, so can I talk to Lele for a while?"

"Of course, you go. I just went to the kitchen."

Xing Tian knocked on the door cautiously, and a moment later, a timid and soft child's voice came from the room: "Is it Dad?"

Xing Tian smiled and said: "I'm your father's good friend, Brother Xing Tian, ​​oh no, it's Uncle Xing Tian."

"Hi Susu (uncle), where's my dad?"

"Your father will be back soon, can I go in?" Xing Tian thought for a while, then added: "Uncle wants to play with you."

The door was opened from the inside, Yan Cheng raised his head, his big watery eyes were clear and flawless: "Susu, can you come in?"

Xing Tian gently patted the child's head, wishing he could use his movie-making skills and try his best to play the role of a good uncle who is as amiable as possible.

The child was drawing in the room. Xing Tian picked up the colorfully painted paper and pointed at one of the villains with abstract shapes and distorted features, "What did you draw?"

"My dad."

"Pfft," Xing Tian couldn't help laughing.The child pointed to a smaller "ball" next to the villain, and seriously introduced his favorite work: "This is me, Yan Cheng."

"Hahaha——" Xing Tian couldn't help laughing anymore.The child looked at Yan Zixiao innocently: "Susu, am I not good at drawing?"

"Okay, okay, picasso style."

"Bi, Bi Kasuo, who is it, is it very powerful?"

"A great painter," Xing Tian recalled several paintings in the storage room of his bedroom in his ancestral house, "a painting can sell for tens of millions of dollars (US dollars)."

The child didn't quite understand the concepts of "greatness" and "money", and asked again: "I like painting, can I become him in the future?"

Xing Tian looked at the child's "magic work" full of imagination and performance art, and said with a smile: "Maybe. But you have to find a good teacher to learn from it first. It is impossible to become a talent with such scribbles."

As he said that, Xing Tian picked up the paintbrush on the table, and quickly sketched a few strokes next to Yan Cheng's painting of his father. A vivid boy was printed on the canvas. The color of the clothes and pants worn by the boy was exactly the same as Xing Tian's.

"Ah, Susu, you are amazing." Yan Cheng held up the painting, very happy.

"This is my simple sketch. I will recommend a good teacher to your father when I have time." Although Xing Tian is not a professional painter, he received a strict family education. He studied Western oil painting and sculpture since he was a child. Much higher than ordinary people.

"Susu, what else can you draw?"

"What do you want me to draw?"

"Large planes, tanks, Transformers..."

The little boy's interest in cool machines is indeed innate. Xing Tian readily agreed, and used a new drawing paper. After a while, a handsome and imposing Transformer appeared on the drawing paper, and it was no different than the pictures printed in comic books. Bad.

Xing Tian glanced at the light of admiration in the child's eyes, and smiled proudly: "Uncle will give you a model next time."

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Yan Zixiao pushed open the bedroom door, and the first scene that caught her eyes was the warm and harmonious interaction between her son and a big star who shouldn't be in Grandma Wu's house.It turned out that just now in the kitchen, the colleague the old man was talking about was actually Xing Tian.

"How did you come?"

Hearing Yan Zixiao's voice, the child immediately turned around and shouted happily: "Dad, you're back, look at the Megatron (the protagonist of Transformers) that Susu helped me draw, it's very similar."

Xing Tian put down his paintbrush: "I'm worried, come and see you."

Yan Zixiao frowned, he remembered that when he went upstairs just now, there were five or six big men in black standing below.

"Did you read the headlines pushed by your phone today?"

"Looked."

"Last night, there was a stampede accident on XX Road where crowds gathered to watch celebrities. More than a dozen people were injured, and two of them were rescued in the ICU."

"I know." Xing Tian walked to Yan Zixiao's side, holding back the smile on his face: "Maybe I should hide from the cusp of the storm, but your arm is injured, and I need to know your situation."

Yan Zixiao moved her numb arm back a few inches, "You'd better go back, don't make trouble for yourself!"

"No, I don't want it." Xing Tian refused firmly.

"Xing Tian, ​​you are a star, please be more rational.

"Sensible? Mature?" Xing Tian snorted and raised his lips: "I am still a victim of this accident, and your arm is injured like that, how can I be rational and mature?"

Yan Cheng didn't know what happened, and looked suspiciously at the two adults whose aura was not quite right.

At this time, Grandma Wu shouted in the restaurant: "Zixiao, Lele, let's eat!"

Yan Zixiao took his son's hand and led him out of the bedroom.Xing Tian immediately followed, he held back all night just to catch a glimpse of Yan Zixiao, although Yan Zixiao didn't seem to care about the accident that happened last night at all.

Grandma Wu invited Xing Tian to have breakfast together.The three went to the table together.

"Zi Xiao, what's your friend's name?"

"Xing Tian."

"Oh, Xiao Xing, you should eat more, but don't be polite."

"Okay, thank you Grandma Wu."

"Hehe, why are you being polite, grandma would also like to thank you young people for not dislike having breakfast with my poor old woman."

At the dinner table, Yan Sheng was uncharacteristically, and asked Xing Tian a series of weird questions, such as why Transformers are transformed from cars, whether Transformers will die, etc. Childish questions, Xing Tian took the trouble to answer with humorous words, he is a Transformers fans and car enthusiasts, although children's questions are whimsical, they are definitely not difficult for him.

"Lele, concentrate on eating." Yan Zixiao finally couldn't bear it and reminded his son to be careful with his words and deeds.

Yan Cheng blinked at Xing Tian, ​​Xing Tian responded with a "shh" gesture, and pointed at Yan Zixiao, these small actions virtually narrowed the distance between Xing Tian and the child.

After breakfast, Yan Zixiao was going to send his son to school, so Xing Tian couldn't say anything.It just so happened that his agent Lu Wei called him to find something to do, so Xing Tian could only leave in a hurry.Before leaving, he left a pile of imported anti-inflammatory drugs and nutritional products.

Walking out of the unit building of Yanzixiao's house, Xing Tian stretched his waist and looked at the window of Yanzixiao's house, with deep eyes that made it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

When Lu Wei saw Xing Tian, ​​the first thing he said was: "Oscar, are you bewitched?"

Xing Tian glared at the manager indifferently, then lowered his head and swiped Weibo.

"A Xu has already reported your recent situation to me in detail. Are you worthy of provoking that kind of person?"

"What kind of person?" Xing Tian asked knowingly.

"Don't say I didn't remind you. If you want to play, Zhuang Ying is up to you. I have no objection. But he is an outsider, and he is not the same as you at first glance. He is from two worlds. What if it has nothing to do with you?" If you don't handle it well, you may get caught in the fire." Lu Wei has been in the entertainment industry for many years, and has seen all kinds of turmoil.He is cautious in doing things, and follows the rules in everything - in his eyes, Xing Tian's pursuit of a martial artist is a bad rule, and he will be punished sooner or later.

"Haha, Brother Wei, you are too serious!"

"I'm serious? I heard from A Xu that you are serious, but that person doesn't take you seriously at all."

"Hehe," Xing Tian smiled ambiguously, and said, "I don't mind if he doesn't take me seriously, anyway, I'm after him, and it will be a matter of time before I go to bed with him!"

"Then you like him?"

"Pfft, like it? Are you kidding me?"