Flame Covers the Sky[Entertainment]

Chapter 25

In the pleasant afternoon, the sky is blue and clear, with a few white clouds slowly floating, and all the beautiful scenery is reflected on the calm lake. A few noble and elegant white swans swim across the lake, sometimes drawing pale golden ripples...

"Boss, look, that's a swan!"

Xing Tian opened the beach folding chair and the tropical beach-style parasol, "Oh, those lazy geese..."

These few priceless white swans were specially ordered by the property management company to celebrate the superstar Xing Tian's move into the most expensive villa in Huating.In fact, at the beginning of the property management, I did not know where to gather a few red-crowned cranes. One day Xing Tian was walking alone by the lake. He was bored for a while, so he took a few small stones and threw them at the red-crowned cranes, trying to amuse the birds, but the group looked very noble. The cold and proud birds suddenly flew up and besieged Xing Tian with their hard and sharp beaks and claws... The next day, no one saw those cranes again, and the breeder raised another group of swans...

"Boss, have you heard the story of the ugly duckling turning into a swan?"

"I've never heard of it." The only story Xing Tian knew was "The Tortoise and the Hare", which was told by A Xu to persuade him to work hard, but Xing Tian didn't like the ending of the original story, so he deliberately tampered with it - a rabbit is a rabbit , it is impossible to lose to the turtle.If the rabbit is really a lazy rabbit and dares to be lazy in important competitions, it will not be defeated by the tortoise in the end, but should be bitten to death by the wolf when it is lazy! ! !

This is a fable, and it has educational significance.Xing Tian thought narcissistically.

"Then let me tell the boss the story of "The Ugly Duckling"..."

"Okay," Xing Tian set up a temporary place for leisure, lay down on the beach chair, and took a nap with his eyes closed.

"Once upon a time, there was a little duck. It was born ugly and ugly. Its mother and brothers and sisters didn't like it and often bullied it. Boss, are you listening..."

Xing Tian yawned: "I'm listening, continue."

"The ugly duckling is very sad, very sad, it ran away from home, and lived strong and bravely..."

Xing Tian was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, and he complained perfunctorily: "Oh, it's so pitiful..."

"Finally, it saw a group of noble and beautiful swans. It swam hard, swam, and finally saw its own shadow... Hey, boss, why did you fall asleep..."

Xing Tian said in a daze, "Baby...to make breakfast for you two...I woke up at five...less than five..."

The nanny saw that the master was asleep, and she was playing with Yan Cheng with a remote control plane. Yan Cheng made a "shh" gesture, put down the remote control plane, opened the drawing board, and tried to understand the skills taught by Xing Tian in the past few days. Carefully paint and paint.

When Yan Zixiao walked out of Xing Tian's house, the first thing she saw was two people, one big and one small, getting along warmly and harmoniously. A cool breeze blew, and Yan Cheng obediently asked the nanny for a thin quilt to cover Xing Tian's stomach Up... Yan Zixiao shook his head, but the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

When we parted at night, Xing Tian reluctantly helped his godson prepare a carload of snacks and toys, but Yan Zixiao politely refused for fear of spoiling his son.In the end, Xing Tian responded unceremoniously: "I gave it to my son, not to you."

Yan Zixiao knew that Xing Tian had good intentions, but the child was too young to let him accept this exaggerated gift for no reason, "But I am Yan Cheng's guardian."

"You, you..." Xing Tian hurriedly said: "Director Yan, you are too stingy, children are spoiled, not abused, and my toys can bring him happiness, and the snacks are also for other children in their class. It will allow him to have a better relationship with others..."

Seeing Xing Tian and his father arguing with red faces, Yan Cheng silently walked to the trunk, took out a piece of drawing paper from the drawing book, and painted the blue sky, green lake and white swan on it. Although the child's brushwork was a bit abstract and distorted, it was gorgeous The colorful colors are matched on the snow-white drawing paper, which looks vivid and interesting.

"Boss, this is my homework. You said to show my painting to your friend. If I can get more than 80 points, I can get the toy..."

"Oh? Did I say that?"

"Said."

Xing Tian coughed unnaturally, put away the painting with a stinky face, and ordered the toys to be moved back to the villa.

Yan Zixiao and his son got into the car and left.Xing Tian kept standing in front of him until the shadow of the car gradually disappeared from his vision.

The first thing Yan Zixiao came home was cleaning the house, wiping the floor, washing clothes, preparing breakfast for the next day... After everything was done, the arm injury started to hurt again.For some reason, Yan Zixiao thought of Xing Tian, ​​and said that he would keep a distance from Xing Tian, ​​but the result was far beyond his expectation, not to mention that his attitude was changing, in just a few days, his son Yan Cheng unexpectedly He got very close to that scumbag, and even became his godson.Losing his wife and losing his army, Yan Zixiao was angry and depressed, but he couldn't vent, so he had to sulk with himself.

Yan Zixiao took a bottle of beer from the refrigerator, bit off the bottle cap with his mouth, and the spicy and cold alcohol poured into his throat.

Yan Zixiao called Wang Xiaomei, who was still working.

"It's past 10 o'clock, why don't you rest?"

"Brother Yan, we are in Xinjiang. There is a time difference between two districts. It is still daylight."

"Have you eaten dinner? Don't work too hard." Yan Zixiao was not good at rhetoric, and her kind words to women were as plain as water, but they came from the heart.

"I don't work hard. I have a box lunch from the crew for dinner, but I have an appointment with Lulu and the others. After work, we will go to the night market to eat kebabs..."

"Pay attention to safety and avoid contact with local people."

"Haha, are you talking about ethnic minorities? The local aborigines in Xinjiang are very enthusiastic, not as scary as they say outside, and the scenery in Xinjiang is also super beautiful, Tianshan, Kanas, Devil City, Yili River... every day This place is as beautiful as a paradise...By the way, Brother Yan, when are you coming?"

"I don't know, I heard it will take a few days."

"Got it, I'll wait for you."

Wang Xiaomei talked about Xinjiang's local conditions and customs with great interest, and Yan Zixiao listened very carefully.Before he knew it, he drank a bottle of beer, and his impetuous and anxious mood had completely calmed down.

"dad."

Yan Cheng came out of the bedroom barefoot.Seeing this, Yan Zixiao hurriedly hung up the phone.

"Lele?"

"I want you to help me."

"What's wrong with you kid?" Yan Zixiao walked to his son and rubbed his son's fluffy hair.

"Dad come in first."

Yan Zixiao walked into the bedroom and saw Yan Cheng handing over a pen, "I want Dad to teach me how to write a few words."

"What word?"

"Family's home, I can recognize this word, but I can't write it, it's so difficult."

"Lele looked at it carefully. The word is written like this. First point, then curled, horizontal, and folded..." After Yan Zixiao stopped speaking, a strong and correct "home" character fell on the paper.

"Do you know it? Try it." Yan Zixiao gave the pen to his son.

Yan Cheng picked up the pen, aimed at the word "home" written by Yan Zixiao, and carefully copied it stroke by stroke. The child wrote very seriously, and he would write it in a while.

"Dad, I can write. Go and rest."

"You boy, you are mysterious, and you are thinking of some crazy idea again."

The child's thoughts were seen through at a glance, he blushed, and immediately got into bed.Yan Zixiao said with a smile: "Okay, I won't ask you anymore, go to bed quickly, I have to go to kindergarten tomorrow."

Yan Cheng made a grimace, "Daddy is going to sleep too."

"Good night!" Dad.

"Good night!" My good son.

Yan Zixiao left the room, and after a few seconds, Yan Cheng sneaked out a picture from under the pillow. There were two little people with immature brushwork on it. It was the father and himself drawn by the child, and there was another picture next to the little people. A young man with a completely different style, a bit like the handsome male lead in Japanese manga.When Xing Tian met Yan Sheng for the first time at Grandma Wu's house, Yan Sheng was drawing this painting - the child kept it silently.

The child turned on the light, found a marker pen, and carefully wrote "My Family" in the lower left corner of the drawing paper.

After writing, the child folded the painting and stuffed it into the pillow. When everything was done, he showed a innocent smile, closed his eyes and fell into a sweet dreamland.

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In the early morning of the next day, Yan Zixiao woke up early, sent his son to the kindergarten, and arrived at the set early.Lu Jinrong seemed to know something, and asked with concern: "Xiaoyan, are you okay?"

"It's almost recovered."

"If you still feel uncomfortable, I will grant you a few more days off."

"I'm really fine..." Yan Zixiao was talking, and Xing Tian appeared at the entrance of the studio surrounded by several staff members.

"Hello, everyone," Xing Tian said with a smile, but his eyes fell directly on Yan Zixiao's face.

Yan Zixiao's scalp went numb, and he calmly looked at Xing Tian with warning eyes.

Xing Tian immediately restrained himself, stopped looking at Yan Zixiao, chatted with Lu Jinrong for a few words, and left in a hurry.

After the filming of Xing Tian's two scenes, several supporting actors came to work one after another, including Zhuang Ying, who hadn't contacted Xing Tian for a long time.

In Xing Tian's private lounge, Zhuang Ying didn't feel the heat. Instead, she unbuttoned her neckline, revealing a piece of white and delicate skin.Xing Tian was playing with his mobile phone, he raised his head and glanced at Zhuang Ying.

"Little fairy, it's been a while since I haven't seen you." Xing Tian added a few children's products to Taobao's shopping cart while commenting.

Zhuang Ying pays great attention to her appearance. Recently, she ordered a private service for high-end skin care in a beauty salon. When she heard that the gold master praised her, she simply unbuttoned all the clothes, and then used her light-white fingertips to trace the jade-like skin inch by inch. The skin finally landed on the deep red breast|tou, rubbing it slowly...

Now that he was an ordinary man, he couldn't help but pounce on him like a wolf and a tiger in the face of this blood-stimulating scene.But what Xing Tian did next was beyond Zhuang Ying's expectation. Xing Tian just glanced at Zhuang Ying indifferently, and continued to play with his phone with his head down, as if Zhuang Yi was transparent in his eyes——

Zhuang Ying was surprised for a few seconds, then pouted her lips in dissatisfaction, moved to Xing Tian's side, and said coquettishly: "Brother Tian, ​​you haven't touched anyone recently..."

"Huh? Really?" Xing Tian said perfunctorily.

"No, I'm almost dying of loneliness."

"I'll give you so much money, it's enough for you to raise a little boy to satisfy you."

Zhuang Ying blushed, the benefactor seemed to know all about his "stealing food" outside recently.But Zhuang Ying didn't give up, and wanted to use his advanced skills to seduce men again, Xing Tian pushed Zhuang Ying away in disgust: "Xiao Zhuang, you are too noisy."

Zhuang Ying's eyes were red, and she said aggrievedly, "I just want Brother Tian to be happy for a while."

But Xing Tian seemed to have changed his sexuality, serious, as if he was so righteous and pure: "But I can't fucking be hard on you, you calm down for a while, okay?"

Before Xing Tian finished saying "ok", he sensed a strange aura coming from behind him. Xing Tian turned around and saw Yan Zixiao standing at the door of the lounge, looking at everything with a blank expression.