After the rebirth, the national teacher became popular with metaphysics

The other party's words were sincere, and being an old man, after Rong Jing lowered her eyes and pondered for a while, she finally answered "Yes".

Fortunately, the production crew will be on vacation in a few days. During the Ching Ming Festival, even the entertainment industry, which is always rushing to work, has to set aside two days for the staff to go home to pay respects.

This is the reverence for ghosts in the age of metaphysics, and it is also the long-term memory of people for their ancestors.

When Mr. Zou received his letter of approval, he immediately beamed with joy, and after walking around the place with his mobile phone, he said, "Then when is it more convenient for you? To be honest, our family... is going to renovate the ancestral grave in a while , and would like to ask Rong Tianshi to make a move as well."

After finishing speaking, he hastily added: "Of course, if you are not free, we will just pay you a visit to express our thanks."

Although he was envious of the relationship between the Wang family and the Xu family and Rong Jing, Zou Zhengping also knew that there were many ways to make friends with each other, and the correct way was to figure it out slowly.

"Repair the ancestral grave?" Rong Jing raised her eyebrows slightly and repeated.

When Zou Zhengping heard Rong Jing's tone, his expression changed, and he said: "Yes... I'm not afraid of your jokes. The current situation in my family is really difficult. I have tried all these methods, such as doing charity and changing Feng Shui, but the results are all in vain. Not very happy."

Sighing lightly, Mr. Zou smiled wryly.

Now he is still in good health and can support the entire Zou family, but when he reaches his age, he will always leave.

At that time, who will support the family?

He didn't want the Zou family to make further progress in the future, but only hoped that his descendants would have the ability to maintain success and pass on the family business he had laid down.

Looking at it now, his son is dull and honest by nature. Such a person may become a good subordinate, but it is difficult to become a good head of the family.

As for his grandson, Zou Mingyuan, Mr. Zou placed high hopes on him, but unfortunately he was intelligent but too evasive, and his temper was not calm. Such a person was too sharp, and he would easily fall into a big tumble in the mall.

Thinking of this, Mr. Zou couldn't help feeling sour.

He has also seen the recent turmoil in the Xie Group. Xie Xuanqing is only three or four years older than Zou Mingyuan, but it depends on his mentality and methods...

It's no wonder that the Xie family can develop to the present level under his hands.

To be honest, before Xie Xuanqing did anything, Zou Zhengping, like everyone else, held a trace of anger towards him.

The only grandchild was almost separated from him forever, and the culprit was Xie Xuanzhong——

Xie Xuanqing, as the other party's cousin by blood, is also the person in charge of the majestic Xie Group. Who knows if he also plays a role in this matter?

It's just that the special department finally made a proof for Xie Xuanqing, and the evidence Xie Xuanqing produced is enough to prove that he and Xie Xuanzhong's family are not close blood relatives, but are on the contrary.

Those "accidents" that lasted from Xie Xuan's childhood until he had completely gained a foothold in the Xie family, even Zou Zhengping felt terrified after seeing it.

How old was Xie Xuanqing?

When Zou Mingyuan was his age, he was still studying under his protection, but Xie Xuanqing had to be vigilant day and night for his own safety.

It's just that Zou Zhengping no longer vented his anger in his heart, but it was also difficult to separate Xie Xuanqing from Xie Xuanzhong's family immediately. After thinking about Xie Xuanqing for a while, he put it back again.

All along, his thoughts were nothing more than to make Zou Mingyuan more stable and stable.

Especially after experiencing the resort, he didn't dare to ask for too much, he just wanted to get rid of Zou Mingyuan's rash temper and keep himself safe.

It's just that he tried many methods, worshiped gods when he met gods, worshiped Buddhas when he met Buddhas, invited many masters, and did a lot of charity, but in the end it didn't change much.

Now, this plan of repairing the ancestral grave is his last attempt, if it still doesn't work...

Then he will admit it.

Zou Zhengping heaved a long sigh, belatedly realizing that he seemed to have said too much.

He hurriedly withdrew his words and apologized to Rong Jing, but finally he couldn't help calling out tentatively: "Master Rong?"

"En." Rong Jing responded lightly.

Although the other party's words were intended to be tempting, the heart of love for grandson is not fake.

Rong Jing tried to recall the aura of Zou Mingyuan he saw at that time, and it was quite clear.The key is that there is still a faint golden light of merit on his soul, obviously he has not done any evil things, but he is a good person who brought the merit of the past life and came from reincarnation.

It's not that they can't help.

However, from a cursory glance before, there was nothing wrong with Zou Mingyuan.Moreover, the art of metaphysics can indeed solve many problems, but it is extremely rare that repairing the ancestral grave can change a person's character.

After pondering for a moment, Rong Jing still told Mr. Zou her judgment.

Zou Zhengping smiled when he heard the words: "Of course the old man knows what Rong Tianshi said."

But he knew that he knew it, but he still wanted to give it a try.

Moreover, even if it is not for the descendants of the family, it has been a few years since the last time the ancestral tomb was repaired, and now it is the Qingming Festival of the year, it is time for him to redecorate the tomb for the ancestors.

Now that Zou Zhengping had made a decision, Rong Jing didn't say anything more.Looking at the merits of Zou Mingyuan, Rong Jing raised her eyebrows, but still agreed to his invitation.

However, things on the production team can't be delayed. Rong Jing made a hexagram casually, but directly calculated an hour.

"Are you going on the Ching Ming Festival?" Zou Zhengping was a little surprised.

Although it is not impossible, ordinary people are also busy with the sacrifices in their families at that time, even celestial masters, generally would not choose this day to make a move.

It's just that it's impolite to say this, and it's hard for Mr. Zou to guess how Rong Jing's family is. After hearing Rong Jing's faint "um", he followed up and finalized: "Then that day, I will be with you. The unworthy children and grandchildren of the family came to disturb me together, and I ask Master Rong not to take offense."

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, Zou Zhengping heard that something seemed to be going on with Rong Jing, so he said "goodbye" in a respectful and authentic tone, and then hung up the phone.

And there is indeed...something on Rong Jing's side.

Putting down the phone, Rong Jing looked at the outside of the studio where there was a sudden commotion, her brows moved slightly, and she vaguely guessed something.

Sure enough, after a while, bodyguards in black with familiar packing bags in their hands walked steadily towards the crew.

Sang Lianyun had already held the trumpet to announce that the rest time would be extended for another half an hour very naturally, while Cheng Yuan had already started to help pick up the things and started distributing them to the staff present.

Rong Jing: "..."

Xie Xuanqing was a step behind this time, but when he came in, he immediately saw the handsome young man standing at the edge of the crowd.

His silver hair has been shortened to black and short for a long time because of shooting needs.It's just that his eyebrows and eyes are deep and delicate, and even the most common hair color doesn't detract from his beauty.

Obviously only met not long ago, but after the turmoil in the Xie Group, when Xie Xuanqing saw Rong Jing again, there was still an indescribable fluctuation in his heart.

Unconsciously showing a slight smile, Xie Xuan lightly darkened his eyes: "Mr. Rong."

He also has something in his hands.It's just that it's not the same as what the bodyguard assistants hold in their hands. What he holds in his hand is a very simple in appearance, but it looks like he brought it from home.

When you touch it with your fingertips, you can still feel the slight heat from the thermos.

Xie Xuanqing noticed the mobile phone in Rong Jing's hand, frowned, but called out: "Mr. Rong?"

The pair of amber eyes followed his voice and looked over. Xie Xuan watched his curly eyelashes trembling slightly with his breathing. He paused for a second before smiling and said, "Do you want some soup?"

He asked this question so that people don't know how to answer it.

After being silent for a moment, Rong Jing withdrew her gaze and walked towards her seat calmly.

Xie Xuanqing didn't get his answer, but he didn't mind.Holding the thermos bucket in his hand, he followed without seeing anything.

Even in the entertainment circle with many beauties, the appearance of the two of them can be regarded as top-notch. Walking together like this, the degree of eye-catching is more than doubled.

Sang Lianyun was picking green peppers in the dish for Cheng Yuan, seeing Xie Xuanqing and Rong Jing at this moment, he couldn't help muttering: "A Yuan, you said that if I invite Patriarch Xie to be in the movie How about a cameo?"

This temperament, feeling, and the atmosphere when he stood with Rong Tianshi are quite intriguing.

Cheng Yuan was also picking up the green peppers in his own bowl, but he replied without raising his head when he heard the words: "Then ask."

Sang Lianyun: "..."

Well, not too dare.It's not that he's making a gay movie, so it would be a bit strange to add it to the style of painting.

...Wait, why did he think of homosexual movies when he looked at Rong Tianshi and Master Xie?

Sang Lianyun was a little frightened by his thought just now, and subconsciously raised his head to observe the interaction between Xie Xuanqing and Rong Jing again.

Then he saw Rong Jing sitting down on the seat, the owner Xie, who was worth hundreds of billions of dollars, with an income of hundreds of thousands at the flick of his fingers, cleverly and skillfully opened the lid of the thermos, and then took out the food inside.

There was even a bowl of soup at the bottom.

Sang Lianyun: Why is his food different from ours...

Such a thought flashed through his mind, and then Sang Lianyun pulled his attention back.

Then he saw that Xie Xuanqing had taken out all the contents of the thermos, even the chopsticks and spoons had been scalded by Rong Jing carefully before handing them over to the other party.

After watching silently for a while, Sang Lianyun looked at himself and Cheng Yuan again, and suddenly hesitated: "A Yuan..."

Looking at his expression, Cheng Yuan knew that he probably guessed something. He lowered his head and drank the soup that Xie Patriarch asked to pack from the restaurant, and he said softly "Huh?"

Holding the chopsticks, Sang Lianyun asked blankly, "Patriarch Xie and Tianshi Rong...are they related to us?"

He is a bit more shy emotionally than Cheng Yuan, except for the previous confession, he seldom says anything straightforward.

Now when he asked about the relationship between Xie Xuanqing and Rong Jing, he also vaguely used himself and Cheng Yuan as an analogy.

Sang Lianyun was almost certain when he saw Xie Xuanqing's actions, but who knew that Cheng Yuan put down the soup bowl, but replied softly: "It doesn't count."

Sang Lianyun: "?"

Cheng Yuan ignored him, but raised his eyes slightly, and followed him.

Although they are not considered lovers with the same heart... But looking at the slightly awkward but intimate atmosphere between the two, there are probably signs of it.

Not far away, Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing didn't know the conversation and thoughts between their little lovers.

Xie Xuanqing handed over the scalded chopsticks, and then pushed the bowl of chicken soup that the chef had been cooking since morning towards Rong Jing.

He seldom made any demands on the chef, and most of the time, he ordered a few dishes at random and passed it.

Yesterday when he returned to the old house, after dinner, for the first time, someone called the chef over.

The butler couldn't help but widen his eyes when he heard his words, and the chef himself was a little apprehensive. Is there something wrong with Jin Wai's food?

The treatment of the Xie family has always been good.Although Xie Xuanqing has a cold temperament, he is very generous to the servants at home.

He doesn't care that the servants have their own plans, as long as they work hard enough.

The chef's gratitude to Xie Xuanqing was even stronger.

That is, two years ago, something happened to his family. Although Xie Xuanqing didn't help him publicly, he had someone arrange his wife and son into the old house.

The salary and benefits of the Xie family can be called generous, and the combined income of the three of them just survived the crisis.

Until now, his wife and son are still working in the old house, and they even settled down here with their family.

Compared with those who spend less time with their wives and children and leave more, he is considered lucky, and he is also full of gratitude to Xie Xuanqing who helped him.

At this moment, Xie Xuan called over him suddenly, the chef felt a little flustered, washed his hands carefully, and came to the restaurant.

"Are the dry goods I brought back last time still there?" Xie Xuan asked lightly.

The chef did not expect Xie Xuanqing to ask this question in the first sentence, and subconsciously replied: "Yes, Patriarch."

"Yeah." Xie Xuan nodded lightly, and then said, "I found it, let's make chicken soup tomorrow morning."

After thinking about it, he added another sentence: "Make a few more savory dishes, and I'll take them with me when the time comes."

The chef keenly grasped the meaning of his last sentence, but he didn't really have much contact with Xie Xuanqing, so it was not easy to ask at the moment, so he lowered his head and replied, "Okay, sir."

After waiting for a while, the chef saw that Xie Xuanqing had nothing to say, so he secretly looked up again, and retreated before hesitating to speak.

It’s just that the chef who has just worked in the old house for a few years dare not ask, but the housekeeper who has worked in the Xie’s old house for decades and almost watched Xie Xuanqing grow up can ask: “Need me to replace the previous insulation Is the bucket out, sir."

He had a perfectly fitting smile on his face, no more, no less, humble and polite.

It's just that Xie Xuan listened to his vaguely joking tone, and suddenly felt a little "...".

The butler was still looking at him kindly and kindly.

Since Xie Xuanqing took over the Xie Group, his temperament has become more and more serious, and he has never had a close friend by his side, let alone a lover.

At this moment, he suddenly called the chef at home, but he specified that he wanted to use the dry goods he brought back years ago to make soup and take them out...

As an experienced person, the housekeeper felt that he probably knew something.

Xie Xuanqing looked at him for a while, and finally frowned helplessly: "...take it."

The butler bent slightly: "Okay, Master."

He went to the room where the old things were stored, and looked down when he went upstairs.

The husband of his family sat alone in the spacious living room, but after a while, he would not have to be so lonely.

With the supervision of the housekeeper and the chef working hard enough, under such circumstances, the thermos bucket that Xie Xuanqing brought to the set was filled to the brim, and the bowl of chicken soup that was highlighted was even thicker and whiter. , with an extremely mellow fresh and sweet breath.

Xie Xuan lightly ignored his intention to call the chef away last night, and only handed the spoon to Rong Jing: "Try it, sir? See if it suits your taste."

His voice was always deep and magnetic, and when he spoke, his slightly stern eyebrows and eyes melted away, but there was a hint of expectation.

Rong Jing raised her eyes and glanced at him, but in the end she reached out to take the spoon and lowered her head to taste it.

...the taste is really good.

The chefs of Xie's family have some unique skills. This chef happens to be good at savory food, but the food he makes now is in line with Rong Jing's taste.

Moreover, Xie Xuanqing specifically reminded him, and he also took it to heart. Although the portion of each dish is not large at the moment, but the variety is complete. Putting it together, it looks like a small table, just for Rong Jing The opened banquet is coming.

Rong Jing lowered her head and sipped the chicken soup, and took a bite of her meal.

The performance of the thermal insulation barrel is excellent. I got it here from Xie's old house. The food inside is still hot and tastes great.

Xie Xuan watched him eat quietly, his brows and eyes stretched unconsciously.

The noisy sounds around gradually faded away, Xie Xuan looked at it lightly for a while, but suddenly stretched out his hand, and the tip of his index finger faintly tapped Rong Jing's cheek.

"Mr. Rong, here." He said softly with a smile.

Rong Jing was startled by his sudden movement at first, and then quickly reacted in the next second.

So Xie Xuan smiled lightly, and saw that Mr. Rong, who had always been indifferent and dignified, with no fluctuations on his face, had the blood on his extremely cool and handsome face, reflected from his extremely white skin, making his Little by little, his cheeks were dyed a faint peach-like pink.

There is also a little more vivid color in the amber eyes.

——It’s just that such beauty didn’t last long.

Calmly took the paper and wiped off what was under her lips, Rong Jing's eyelashes trembled, and then she returned to her usual indifference: "...what's the matter."

Could it be that the celestial master can't get rice grains when he eats?

If it weren't for the slight redness at the tips of his ears, such a righteous and dignified look would be very convincing.

But Xie Xuanqing has always given Mr. Rong face, so naturally he won't expose him at this time.

Slowly put down the hand that just started, Xie Xuanqing's eyes still fell on his face, but he said very seriously: "...it's nothing."

Rong Jing: "..."

Rong Guoshi had never had such an embarrassing encounter before, and he looked at Xie Xuan lightly for a while, and when he saw the emotion hidden in the other's eyes, he subconsciously withdrew his gaze: "Yes."

Seeing this, Xie Xuanqing felt a little helpless.Concentrating his eyes to suppress the emotions in his eyes, Xie Xuan lightly moved his fingertips, only to see Rong Jing picked up the chopsticks again and continued to eat the food he brought with his head down.

That bit of unwillingness was suddenly erased by the other party's move.

Xie Xuanqing felt that he was indeed chasing the hopeless love of the gods, but at the same time, he was content with it.

...Especially at the end, when Rong Jing seriously drank the stew he brought, and then talked to him calmly but seriously, this kind of joyful mood was even more so.

"The soup is delicious." Rong Jing said.

Xie Xuan sighed lightly from the bottom of his heart, but there was a smile on his lips: "It's as long as Mr. Rong likes it."

"Yeah." Rong Jing nodded slightly, and after replying as usual, she looked at his expression, pursed her lips and said, "Next time you can also bring yourself a bowl."

Xie Xuan heard the words lightly, his eyes brightened slightly.

He looked at Rong Jing quietly for a while, and when he spoke again, his voice was inexplicably hoarse: "I see, sir."

Rong Jing lowered her eyes lightly, avoiding his gaze.

He didn't know if his choice today was correct, but...

Probably stimulated by the memories seen in the split soul, or because today's chicken soup is really too delicious, Rong Jing is rarely shaken.

Maybe he should try it himself instead of denying it outright.

Patriarch Xie, who has always been very good at making progress, showed great patience at this time.

He looked at Rong Guoshi who was sitting in front of him with a calm expression, but looked away. He was not in a hurry to continue the attack, but suppressed the surging emotions in his heart, and began to talk about other topics.

After casually saying a few words about the recent public opinion turmoil in the Xie Group, Xie Xuan looked at Rong Jing lightly, and suddenly asked, "Sir, do you plan to go to the Southern Province next?"

The special department will not deliberately disclose the news to Xie Xuanqing, but because of Xie Xuanqing's evil spirit, some things will not be deliberately hidden.

For example, in the case of the resort, because Xie Xuanzhong participated in it, he could even be said to be one of the masterminds. After interrogating Xie Xuanzhong, the special department found that some of the plans involved Xie Xuanqing's personal safety, so he had to tell him.

Xie Xuanqing was able to develop the Xie Group to the scale it is today, so naturally he would not be a fool.

On the contrary, he has a keen sense of smell in matters. Only a few words leaked from the special department, coupled with his understanding of Rong Jing, are enough for him to speculate on Rong Jing's thoughts and the possible next steps. acted.

When Rong Jing heard his question, she didn't refute, but raised her eyes lightly, and said "um".

There are still about two weeks left for the crew to complete the filming. By then, the special department should also have a firm foothold in the southern province.

When Rong Jing wanted to prevent him from continuing to calculate, he decided to go to Nan Province.

At this time, he went through a holiday in the villa again, and the memory retrieved from the divided soul and the information dug out from Xie Xuanzhong by the special department made Rong Jing's heart to go to the southern province more determined.

Not to mention the reason why the branch soul took Xie's blood, Rong Jing always felt that the other party seemed to have a bigger plan.

After all, if you want to create a physical body out of thin air only based on vitality and luck, even if Rong Jing makes a move, it will be extremely difficult to succeed.

But if the other party has other reliance, it will be very different.

Rong Jing vaguely felt that the opponent's hidden trump card was probably related to Xie Xuanqing—or Xie Chong.

Can't help frowning, Rong Jing really doesn't know what Xie Chong did back then to make the other party so obsessed, and also to make Xie Xuanqing's fate in this life so diametrically opposed.

With many doubts in her heart, Rong Jing thought of the place in the southern province referred to by the hexagram at that time, but it was imperative.

Xie Xuanqing got his answer and saw the slightly cold look on his face, so he knew that he had made up his mind.

He didn't make any comments on Rong Jing's choice, but looked at Rong Jing deeply, and said in a low and serious tone: "If you insist on going, sir, please take care of yourself first, and then deal with those things."

Even if Xie Xuanqing is not a member of the metaphysics world, Xie Xuanqing does not think that there is no danger at all in a place where the special department is so well-prepared.

Although Rong Jing's strength is far superior to other celestial masters, and Lan Qinghong and others were directly crushed by him back then, but because of this, Lan Qinghong and others may not hold grudges.

And Nanxing is the headquarters of the blue and yellow families. Xie Xuanqing couldn't and shouldn't stop Rong Jing, but he could persuade him to cherish himself first.

His voice was not loud, and it only reached Rong Jing's ears.

It's just that the emotions contained in it are too complicated, Rong Jing raised her eyes and looked at him, then nodded: "Yes."

He has always been a person who keeps his promises, and since he agreed to Xie Xuanqing's request at this time, he will definitely do it in the future.

Xie Xuanqing also knew his temperament. After hearing his affirmative answer, a smile fainted in his eyes, which made his stern eyebrows brighter.

Relatively silent, the atmosphere between the two was not awkward.

Rong Jing touched the phone with her fingertips, and then she seemed to remember something, and said lightly: "There will be a good time in the Qingming Festival in a few days. When you visit the grave of your ancestors, you might as well ask someone to repair it. .”

Xie Xuan's light eyes moved slightly, and then he responded "OK".

After staying in the crew for a while, seeing that most of the staff members had finished eating and resumed their activities, Xie Xuan stood up and said goodbye.

It's just that he didn't expect that Rong Jing got up after he got up.

As if aware of his somewhat surprised mood, Rong Guoshi pursed his lips and said in a calm tone, "I'll take you out."

Xie Xuanqing: Did happiness come so suddenly?

Back in the car, Xie Xuanqing saw Rong Jing's figure standing in front of the abandoned hospital through the car window.

Slender and perfectly proportioned, as lonely as a god, but also as ruthless as a god.

Now, the ruthless god finally began to respond to his followers.

A determined smile appeared on his lips, Xie Xuan looked at Rong Jing lightly and turned back, until he could not even see the shadow, then slowly looked away.

"back office."

The driver responded, "Yes, sir."

After the big meal, when the crew started filming again, the progress was very smooth.

Rong Jing took two days off. At the beginning, he was a bit out of control, but now that he met Xie Xuanqing, he felt a little restless, so he simply suppressed all his emotions and entered into the state wholeheartedly. In the script.

He had confronted Li Gui face to face in the basement, and in the end he directly used the soul search technique to search for the memory of the split soul.

Now after he suppressed all other feelings, Qiao Wangzhi's emotions resonated with the emotions he felt in the memory of the ghost and the ghost.

Greedy and gloomy, with an uncomfortably cold undertone.

Rong Jing felt this emotion quietly, and when she opened her eyes again, her amber eyes were filled with a kind smile, but it was creepy to look at carefully.

Just as Mu Yunzhou was about to meet him, he paused, then walked over as if nothing had happened.

It's not that he didn't notice the interaction between Rong Jing and Xie Xuanqing before, it's just that he persuaded himself to let it go, but the relationship is extremely difficult to control.Now he is just trying his best to restrain his admiration for Rong Jing, but he dare not show the slightest bit in front of Rong Jing.

"Mr. Rong?" Mu Yunzhou glanced at Rong Jing, then lowered his head to look at the script, "Is it convenient? Let's check this scene?"

This scene can be regarded as the climax of the whole movie. It is a game battle between one person and one ghost, including strength and psychology, after the celestial master Zhong Yingxian exposes the true face of the ghost Qiao Wangzhi.

It was also in this battle that because of Qiao Wangzhi's slight contempt for Zhong Yingxian, Zhong Yingxian finally caught it. In the end, the ghost power completely disappeared, and its soul was scattered in the hands of Zhong Yingxian and the state department.

This section is not difficult for Mu Yunzhou, but it is a bit challenging for Rong Jing.

So after hearing Mu Yunzhou's intention, Rong Jing blinked, then nodded and said lightly: "Okay."

Mu Yunzhou smiled slightly, then took the script and moved another chair over to sit down.

He didn't dare to sit too close, but it was impossible for the scene to be too far away.

From the corner of the eye, she could clearly see Rong Jing's drooping long eyelashes when she lowered her head, Mu Yunzhou forced herself to look away.

After the scene, Mu Yunzhou pointed out some of Rong Jing's problems, and then couldn't help laughing: "Mr. Rong's acting skills have improved a lot compared to before."

Back when Director Liu Zheng assigned roles to Rong Jing, he had to make some adjustments according to Rong Jing's temperament, but now in this "Poppy Flower", Rong Jing's performance is much better.

Rong Jing raised her eyes and looked at him, glanced at his face, then retracted her gaze, and replied lightly: "Yes. Thank you, Teacher Mu, for your guidance."

His advice...well, maybe.Mu Yunzhou smiled, thinking, it's not bad to have such a relationship with Rong Jing.

The stage manager yelled not far away, Mu Yunzhou picked up the script, got up and followed the stage manager to the dressing room to retouch his makeup.

Rong Jing glanced at his leaving figure, but slowly withdrew her gaze.

There was a hint of aura of marriage in him that was similar to that of Sang Lianyun and Cheng Yuan back then, but that aura was too faint, and it didn't seem to have sprouted yet——

But in the end, there was a hint of aura, indicating that the real marriage in Mu Yunzhou had already appeared, but it would take a while for the two to be together.

Normally, Rong Jing would not look at it so carefully, but Mu Yunzhou had a kind of cooperative friendship with him, and Rong Jing had no affection for him, so she naturally hoped that he could find her true marriage.

Withdrawing her mind, Rong Jing also went to touch up her makeup along with the field manager, and then continued to shoot.

After several days of filming in a row, on the afternoon before the Ching Ming Festival, Sang Lianyun clapped his hands and called everyone over, and then announced the news of the next two days of vacation.

In the eyes of Chinese people in this era, Qingming Festival is no less important than the New Year every year. As usual, Sang Lianyun talked about the arrangements after returning from vacation, and then raised his hand to let everyone leave.

This holiday, he himself and Cheng Yuan will also go back to worship.

It's just that it may be busier than in previous years——

After all, they have communicated with each other now, and it is time to report the news to the ancestors in each other's family.

Everyone in the crew has their own places to go, but Rong Jing is really alone.

Walking out of the set with her mobile phone, Rong Jing paused, but saw a familiar car parked beside her.

As if aware of his gaze, the black window of the car slowly fell, revealing Xie Xuanqing's face in the driver's seat.

"Sir." The Xie Group is also on holiday today. Xie Xuanqing didn't wear those haute couture suits as usual, but a light gray sweater, with slightly long hair hanging on his forehead. Like a grim-looking college student.

Rong Jing seldom saw him dressed like this, but at this time she was not used to it.

Blinking, he walked over.

"It just happened to be a holiday, so I will personally come and send you home." Xie Xuan smiled slightly, "It's like... thanking Mr. Rong for his previous concern on behalf of my ancestors."

Rong Jing:?

He didn't know why he could express his original intention in such a simple way to remind Xie Xuan... he didn't know how to describe it.

After a moment of silence, Rong Jing took a step back, did not open the door next to the co-pilot, but sat on the rear seat.

Xie Xuanqing vaguely guessed what he had missed: "..."

After laughing for a moment, Xie Xuanqing stopped talking and drove seriously.

He said that he sent Rong Jing back in person, but he didn't make a fuss about it.

It's just that the car turned a few more turns on the way and stopped in front of the restaurant again.

After having dinner together, Xie Xuanqing put the packed crab meat dumplings on the co-pilot, and then really drove to the community where Rong Jing lived.

"Mr. Rong." When Rong Jing got off the car, Xie Xuanqing suddenly called him again.

Rong Jing looked back lightly, then heard Xie Xuan whisper softly: "Good night."

Rong Jing thought he was going to say something important, but when she heard the words, she nodded slightly.

After his figure disappeared in the corridor of the community, Xie Xuanqing added softly: "Also, I like you."

The cold crescent moon quietly hangs in the dark blue night sky, and someone downstairs in the community is already holding an iron basin, burning incense candles and paper money in it.

Faint smoke came, and Rong Jing walked into the elevator calmly looking at those ghosts who had not yet reincarnated but were attracted by the thoughts of their descendants.

But recalling the original owner who had passed away in reincarnation, after Rong Jing returned home, she still gave him three sticks of incense.

The faint power of thought and spiritual power was transmitted to the reincarnated soul through the incense.

Rolling to the edge of the sofa, the trembling child who was about to fall could only feel that he was being gently supported by an invisible hand, and then the familiar mother's breath hurried over and helped him up carefully. Back in the car.

"Why is the baby on the sofa? Where's Auntie?"

The child was ignorant, but pointed to the room.

A catastrophe, thus avoided.

Feeling the faint breath of heaven coming from the air, Rong Jing raised her eyes, but did not avoid them.

It's just that the sky thunder still didn't fall in the end, and after the sky briefly appeared in the sky, it disappeared completely soon.

Seeing this, Rong Jing frowned slowly.

God... it seems that something is not quite right.

Three streaks of blue smoke curled upwards, Rong Jing glanced in the direction the smoke was pointing for a few times, and then retracted her gaze.