How can I bow my head and serve the powerful officials?

Seeing Xie Chengze crying again, Ning Wuji felt terrible.

Why is this person so hard to appease?

Unfortunately, the young man cried so beautifully that he didn't look annoying at all. Ning Wuji scratched his hair frantically, wishing that Xie Chengze would hit him a few times to vent his anger instead of crying here.

After randomly touching his body and not finding anything else to eat, Ning Wuji had no choice but to squeeze through the gap between the driver's seat and the front passenger seat, and sat down on the back seat. He hugged the young man in his arms, patted his back and coaxed him, "Okay, okay, please don't cry. I'll peel oranges for you next time, okay?"

He even pulled his own brother to take the blame, "My brother will peel oranges for you, too!"

Xie Chengze burst into laughter and shook his head, "No need."

He lowered his head and stared at the tear marks he left on Ning Wuji's down jacket, a little dazed. In fact, he hadn't cried for a long time. The people in Jian'an always spoiled him and would never let him feel aggrieved. They were even more afraid that his emotional fluctuations would affect his body and lifespan.

Xie Chengze took out some tissue paper and wiped Ning Wuji's white down jacket.

"When we get to my aunt's house, I'll explain that it was because I yawned and was blown by the wind that made my eyes red." He grinned at Ning Wuji, revealing his little canine teeth hidden behind his lips, "Don't worry."

Ning Wuji was stunned for a moment, then looked away and touched the tip of his nose, "Okay."

How come this boy is so handsome?

Seeing that Xie Chengze was coaxed, Ning Wuhen in the driver's seat slowly withdrew his gaze and started the car.

When they arrived at Taohua B&B, Aunt Ning had already prepared noodles and was waiting for the three of them.

In the north, there is a custom of "eating dumplings when getting on the bus and noodles when getting off". "Jiao" and "jiao" have the same pronunciation, which means that the family hopes that the traveler will be safe and smooth. At the same time, dumplings symbolize reunion and completeness, and express the family's longing and reluctance for the traveler.

When the travelers return, their families will prepare a bowl of hot noodles for them. Noodles represent longevity and longevity in the flower-growing culture, implying that the people who return home can live a long and healthy life and stay with their families for a long time.

Although she had only been with Xie Chengze for more than a month, in Aunt Ning's eyes, he was like half her son. In the past few years, her two biological sons were busy with work and training and could not return home. Xie Chengze accompanied her to make the New Year's window paper-cuts and dumplings. She thought he was a rich young master, but he was not arrogant at all, and was even very considerate. He would take the initiative to wash the dishes after dinner.

Knowing that his parents were not around all year round, Aunt Ning felt even more distressed for him. That was why she prepared a bowl of noodles for Xie Chengze when he came.

Seeing Xie Chengze's red eyes, Aunt Ning couldn't help but wonder, "What's wrong? Are you crying? Did someone bully you?"

After saying that, he couldn't help but look at Ning Wuhen and glared at him slightly.

Ning Wuji:?

"Mom, what do you mean?" Ning Wuji yelled, "What do you mean you only look at me? Why don't you look at Ning Wuhen?"

"Your brother is a calm person, he wouldn't do such a thing." Aunt Ning rolled her eyes, "Unlike you, he is as lively as a wild monkey."

Ning Wuji: ...Is there anything wrong with me being lively?

"Aunt Ning, you misunderstood him." Xie Chengze said with a smile, "I shed some tears when I yawned, and then the wind blew. You know, the wind here is very eye-catching."

"Oh, it's ok as long as you're not bullied. This kid has been naughty since he was young and loves to tease people. If you don't like what he says, just tell auntie and I'll deal with him for you."

Ning Wuji, who was walking towards the kitchen to get noodles, turned around and shouted, "Mom, what are you doing? It's not okay for you to interfere in what's going on between him and me, right?"

"Xiao Xie is skinny, how can he beat you?" Aunt Ning muttered as she went to get the rolling pin. "I guess he's too embarrassed to hit you, so of course mom has to make the decision for him."

Ning Wuji: “…”

Ning Wuji muttered to himself: There's no need to fight. If he sheds two tears, he will just surrender.

At the dinner table, Xie Chengze learned about Ning Wuhen and Ning Wuji's work.

Ning Wuhen is a sniper in the army. He has very sharp eyesight and hearing. He joined the army early and often went on missions.

As for Ning Wu Ji, he joined the national long-distance runner reserve a few years ago. He has been training secretly in recent years and it is said that he will compete in the next Olympics.

Xie Chengze couldn't help but ask, "Aunt Ning, do you know the author of "Powerful Minister"?"

It was Aunt Ning who had originally recommended this book to him, saying that his name was exactly the same as that of the villain in the book. She also joked that he should memorize the entire text in case he accidentally traveled through time one day.

"This meme is very popular recently, hahaha." Aunt Ning, who loves reading novels, said so at the time.

Mayor Liang had said before that the prototypes of Wuhen and Wuji were rather special and could not be revealed to the outside world. However, the occupations of Ning Wuhen and Ning Wuji happened to be the kind that could not be revealed too much.

Thinking about it this way, could it be that Aunt Ning or Uncle Ning knows the author of "The Powerful Minister"?

"Hmm? The author of The Powerful Minister? I know him." Aunt Ning nodded. Ning Wuji beside her interrupted, "What The Powerful Minister? What are you talking about?"

Aunt Ning suddenly looked away guiltily, "Ahem, it's nothing, just enjoy your meal."

Then he turned to Xie Chengze, "Why are you asking this suddenly?"

"I found out by chance that the prototypes of two characters in the film..." Xie Chengze glanced at Ning Wuhen and Ning Wuji, "are from reality."

At the dinner table, Uncle Ning suddenly snorted, "There are more than two."

Xie Chengze tilted his head.

"Ahem..." Aunt Ning raised her hand to her lips and smiled, "Xiao Ze, do you like reading this book?"

"Yes." Xie Chengze nodded, "So..."

Aunt Ning covered her mouth and whispered in Xie Chengze's ear, "They are our two sons, but I was afraid that if I told you the names of our two sons, it would affect your reading experience, so I didn't tell you."

Xie Chengze suddenly realized, but he had a new doubt, "Do you have a grudge against Lao Tiannai? Why did he write Wuhen and Wuji so miserably?"

Uncle Ning on the side snorted again, causing Xie Chengze to look at him.

"Hmm..." Aunt Ning touched the tip of her nose and glanced at Uncle Ning. Uncle Ning next to her sneered, "At the beginning, he and I pursued your Aunt Ning at the same time, and in the end your Aunt Ning chose me. He has been jealous for half his life. Even if he writes a novel, he will write me to death, and make a scene of stealing my wife. He also abuses my son."

Ning Wuji came closer, "Hmmmm? Abusing me?"

Uncle Ning pushed his head away and said calmly, "I don't want to bother with him. He's bald from writing novels. He's not handsome at all, and he can't compete with me."

Xie Chengze was stunned for a moment, "Uncle, are you saying that the prototype of Jian'an is the author himself?"

"Yeah." Uncle Ning nodded. "For the sake of the plot, he was pretty harsh on himself. He wrote himself as having brain cancer and lung cancer. Tsk tsk."

Xie Chengze felt a sudden pain in his nose.

Brain cancer and lung cancer?!

No wonder my father's illness is incurable. No wonder my father, despite his great martial arts skills, could not resist the erosion of chronic poison and aged decades overnight...

It turned out that he was so seriously ill at that time, but he still treated me with a smile and thought of a way out for me...

His eyes suddenly turned red. Xie Chengze took a deep breath and finally resisted the urge to cry. He raised his hand to rub his eyes to cover up, trying to divert the pain in his heart with other topics, "Do those princes also have prototypes?"

"Not really." Uncle Ning shook his head. "When writing a novel, it's impossible to find prototypes for all the characters. Most of them are self-created."

Xie Chengze laughed, and found his own delusion a little funny, "...That's right."

"But about the protagonist Shen Yuan..." Uncle Ning thought for a moment and said, "Although there is no prototype, the name was inspired by a couple of professors at the film school that he knew. I heard that it was their son's name. Shen Yuan and "Abyss" sound the same. That old guy said he wanted the protagonist to become a huge mouth of the abyss, swallowing up all the corrupt and violent officials..."

Just as he finished speaking, Xie Chengze's cell phone lit up on the dinner table.

Shen Yuan: [I have finished my work and am on my way over (づ￣3￣)づ. ]