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Of course, before leaving, Feng Ning still left behind a past reason - the national-treasure Beijing opera artist Yang Nan helped him contact had returned from visiting friends across the ocean, and Feng Ning said that he was going to visit the master.

Xue Lan tugged at his arm and said, "It's a good thing to be a teacher. I'll go with you. You wait, I can drive or call the driver."

When Feng Ning opened Xue Lan's fingers for the first time in his life, he said with a strange face: "Mr. Xue, you are too busy with work now, I can't waste your precious time. Besides, you and Sister Nan have already It has helped me so much, I can’t thank you enough.”

Xue Lan said, "You can just promise me with your body", but in the back of the little quail turning around firmly, she was swallowed back.

Then, Xue Lan had to watch helplessly as Feng Ning didn't even bring Guo Pangpang with him, and didn't even need a driver. He opened the door of a random taxi on the road and got in.

Xue Lan reached out and pressed the center of her eyebrows. Although she was faintly aware of something, she didn't say anything to persuade her to stay.

It's just that the people around him belatedly realized that Young Master Xue, who was originally a domineering boss, seemed to have suddenly become colder and colder from a certain day.

Feng Ning was actually very confused in his own mind.

Xue Lan's actions during this period, Feng Ning felt that the other party's feelings for him had already gone beyond ordinary friendship no matter how dull he was.

But Feng Ning lived alone with his master since he was a child, and the friendship and love he had were scarce and pitiful, so he was not confident that someone like Xue Lan who stood on the top of the pyramid would fall in love with him.

In Feng Ning's cognition, he neither has Bai Min's ability to seduce people's souls nor the beauty of female stars, so he is actually not qualified to stand beside Xue Lan.

So he intuitively thinks that this is not good.

Xue Lan spent a lot of money for Feng Ning, and even did such a big thing as acquiring a company without batting an eyelid. If this were placed in ancient times, it would basically be no different from those foolish kings who are so beautiful and misleading the country in unofficial legends.

But Feng Ning himself is very conscious of being Baosi and Daji.

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't understand it, and he was at odds with himself in his heart.

But being awkward is not knowing what is good or bad.

Feng Ning knew that Xue Lan was doing it for his own benefit after all. Where is he fighting against the country? It's fine if he doesn't help.

So although Feng Ning is angry and can't figure it out, he can't get angry with Xue Lan, let alone quarrel.

Fortunately, Feng Ning does have some important things to do right now - to go up the mountain to learn from his teacher.

National Treasure Peking Opera master name is Ruan Bai. He has outstanding singing skills and is in a school of his own. He is well-known both at home and abroad.

The old man didn't know how he did it, but he found such a place with outstanding people and beautiful mountains and clear waters in the bustling and noisy city-Songchuan Mountain. The mountain is so inaccessible and the road is bumpy that even a taxi is unwilling to drive in.

Feng Ning didn't want to embarrass the driver's uncle, so he parked the car halfway up the mountain, walked in to find someone, and climbed the winding and rugged mountain for more than an hour before arriving at the old man's house.

The national treasure old man built a small two-story building for himself among the green mountains and green waters.

While knocking on the door, Feng Ning doubted that the land where the land and resources bureau had just approved was because Ruan Bai was an old artist, so it was impossible for him to have any neighbors.

Fortunately, the national treasure old man only lived in seclusion, but he never closed the door to thank guests. He only knocked two or three times before coming out to open the door himself, which saved Feng Ningfeng from sleeping in the open and visiting the thatched cottage to show his loyalty.

In fact, before Feng Ning set off, the camping tent had already been tied to the side of the mountaineering bag, but the taxi driver insisted that he was overweight and refused to carry him, so he had to take it down and put it back home.

The old man was getting old, and he still had the heart to take a Joe, but when he saw Feng Ning walking so far with his thin body and the sweat on his forehead, he really couldn't bear it.Not only did Hao Sheng let him into the house, but he also specially took out several packs of compressed biscuits to entertain him.

It is said that this compressed biscuit was specially brought when the head of a certain art troupe came up the mountain to ask for arias last time, and it has been placed in the fruit bowl for a long time.

Feng Ning couldn't refuse, so he had no choice but to explain his intention by chewing on dry stone-like biscuits.

Unsurprisingly, it was rejected.

Although the old man is kind and talkative, he also has his own principles.

Since the "National Treasure" has become a National Treasure, it is of course that he has unique skills and unique knowledge that no one else has passed down from generation to generation, so he is extremely cautious in recruiting apprentices.He has only had four apprentices in his life, all three of whom are at the level of Taishan Beidou in today's folk art world, and one of them died young.

Therefore, in Mr. Ruan Bai's opinion, Feng Ning was almost too late.

Feng Ning didn't force it, he just asked if the old man could live here for a while, the rent would be paid, and he could also act as a temporary cook and take care of three meals a day.

The old Mr. Guobao was a little hesitant at first, but when he heard that he was responsible for the three meals, he immediately let go of his reserve, and very generously said that there is no need to pay the rent, as long as the food is delicious.

In fact, Ruan Bai was so transparent that he had already seen through Feng Ning's insistence on staying, but he refused explicitly, and just waited until the child couldn't stand it any longer and retreated despite the difficulties.

After all, living in seclusion in the deep mountains must be like a year for young people who are accustomed to the city's feasting and debauchery. Ruan Bai used the same gentle way before, very unkindly, to persuade several children who came to apprentice.

But he never expected that this trick would be ineffective on Feng Ning.

Feng Ning lived in the Taoist temple in the deep mountain in his last life, until he went to cut firewood in the mountain that morning when he passed through the book.So everything here is like a duck to water for Feng Ning, more comfortable than living in the city center.

This stay has only lasted half a month, Feng Ning cooks three meals a day in different ways, and also takes care of Mr. Guobao's daily life, plays chess with him during the day, chats with him at night, but never mentions the matter of apprenticeship .

Only Mr. National Treasure hums a few words beside him every morning when he hangs his throat.

After 20 days, Mr. Guobao finally lost his composure, called Feng Ning to his side, and told him to get a cup of tea for himself, "Want to be a teacher?"

Feng Ning nodded without hiding anything, "Yes, I have always wanted to worship you as my teacher."

The old gentleman closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again, "Who did you study under before?"

"No." Feng Ning hesitated for a few seconds, but decided not to tell the story of his previous life for the time being, not because he was being honest, but mainly because he was afraid of scaring the old man too much.

"I can also listen to the passages you sang every day. It has a bit of charm. If you have never been guided by someone, then you are really talented." Mr. Guobao paused, "Forget it, you have been with me for many days , can be considered predestined relationship, let me teach you."

Feng Ning was overjoyed, and respectfully offered a cup of tea to Mr. National Treasure, calling him "Sir".

The old Mr. Guobao sat upright, and immediately set up the rules; "When you learn opera, you must put aside distracting thoughts and concentrate on it. When you are by my side in the future, try to restrain yourself from those love affairs and focus on singing. .”

Feng Ning suddenly blushed, rubbed his nose shyly and said, "Sir, I'm not in a relationship, you've misjudged me..."

"Don't think that I can't see. Except when you are with me, you are staring at your phone every day. You have to talk on the phone for 10 minutes every night. If you don't talk, you will have a bad breakfast the next day. Eat." The old Mr. Guobao snorted twice: "He lied to me that he was not in a relationship."

Feng Ning couldn't find a line to refute this time, so he could only lower his head silently, thinking to himself, did he act so obviously?

It is also strange to say that the two people in the other family have conflicts, they are all about quarrels and cold wars, but he and Xue Lan seem to play cards completely out of common sense.

That day Feng Ning rejected Xue Lan face to face, rushed out the door, and ran up the mountain by himself, thinking that Xue Lan would definitely give him a cold shoulder for a while, and he just wanted to clear his mind.

Unexpectedly, I received a call from Xue Lan that night, and he neither asked the teacher to ask the crime nor explained the redemption.After connecting, he opened his mouth and asked Feng Ning how his day was.Did the climb go smoothly?He also babbled a lot about what he did in a day, just like a couple reporting their lives to each other.

Feng Ning actually didn't think there was anything wrong with this, and chatted with him for a long time "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh then' than when we were face-to-face.

It was still the same the next day.

After a few times, he actually developed the habit of asking for instructions and reporting every night. If Xue Lan was too busy and forgot to call one day, Feng Ning would be distracted and worried for a long time.

That night, after seven or eight work meetings, Xue Lan, who had been listening to the verbal battles of various departments all day, finally dragged his exhausted body back to his office.

He took out his phone, and before the screen was locked was the promotional poster just sent by the program group of "Starlight Glimmer". The hard photo of Feng Ning, who was under the ten million retouchers, looked even more radiant.

Xue Lan watched for a long time, lost in thought.

For more than half a month, Feng Ning was no longer by his side, and Best Actor Xue was very uncomfortable.

Although there are calls every day to soothe the missing, Xue Lan still feels that it is not enough.The distance between the two of them was too far, and the voices of each other became less heart-warming through the cold receiver.Ever since I figured out my thoughts, now I can't wait to see my little quail all the time, every minute.

But Xue Lan repeatedly warned himself that now is not the time.

He has to wait a little longer, until he settles the acquisition and straightens everything out, then he can take Feng Ning back to his side in a legitimate way.

Xue Lan sank deeply into the large boss's seat behind him, turned the seat, and faced the floor-to-ceiling windows with a wide view. In the night, the sky full of stars was warm and cool.

Then, Xue Lan closed his eyes slightly, put on the earphones, and dialed Feng Ning's number.

Feng Ning must have been waiting on the other side for a long time, the call was answered just after thinking about it, the clean and refreshing voice came to Xue Lan's ears along the earphones, Xue Lan felt as if the fatigue of the whole day had been washed away.

At the same time, the door of Xue Lan's office was pushed open from the outside.

The Minister of Justice just drew up some important financing contracts a few minutes ago, and Xue Lan urgently needs to sign them.

He knocked twice on the door just now but got no response, thinking that Young Master Xue was too busy to call "Come in"-this kind of situation happened often in the past-so he pushed open the door of the office on his own initiative.

Xue Lan is buried behind the eight huge split-screen monitors on the desk. She must be working, right?

The Minister of Justice was too far away to see people clearly, and he was too embarrassed to disturb loudly, so he just lightly put a stack of contracts on the coffee table in the reception area at the entrance, stood where he was, and waited quietly for instructions.

"...you have worked hard these days." Young Master Xue's low magnetic voice came from across the computer screen.

For the first time in his life, the Minister of Justice heard Mr. Xue with a stern face speak in such a gentle and kind tone. He was so frightened that he tremblingly answered, "No...it's not hard work, it's not hard work."

"If you're too tired, don't do it?"

The Minister of Justice's bald head was covered with layers of cold sweat, his hair stood up all over his body, and he said weakly, "No, I'm not tired, this... this contract, the management wants it urgently."

"It's okay, take your time, we are not in a hurry."

The minister of justice raised his arm tremblingly, wiped off the sweat from his forehead indiscriminately, and his calf twisted: "Actually, the legal department only worked overtime for a few days, Mr. Xue, you don't have to do this, sir, everyone is really flattered ..."

"You should pay more attention to your body, don't let me worry about knowing."

The Minister of Justice had already lost all three souls, and stood there in a daze, completely unaware of how to respond to such intimate care from his immediate boss.

"Why don't you talk? ... Is there anything else to do? Why don't you go to work first? It doesn't matter to me."

"Okay, okay, Young Master Xue, then I'll go back first... I'll tell you if you have something to do." The Minister of Justice felt relieved, and moved to the door at a speed of chasing souls, covered his ears, and rushed out.

Xue Daying, who was talking on the phone with Feng Ning wearing earphones, was caught off guard and shivered, as if blown by the cold wind blowing in from outside?

He stood up in a daze, and looked at the luxurious wooden door of his office - it was clearly closed, but why did there seem to be a little more material on the coffee table?

Xue Lan's thoughts were all on Feng Ning at the moment, and she didn't bother to think about it, so she sat back to her original place and continued to say into the Bluetooth headset, "Oh, are you not busy? Then I'll stay with you for a while."

"What? That master of yours suspects that there is something wrong with our relationship? Hahahaha, obviously he doesn't need to doubt it, what do you think?..."

After the Minister of Justice returned to his office, his calm and mature heart could not be calm for a long time, as if he had been greatly encouraged, he worked overtime all night in a bang.