Peak-forest garnts, the place ng Wanning decided to visit on a whim.
Chen Cheng wasn’t particularly interested in this artificially developed ancient village, but ng Wanning in traditional Bouyei attire truly caught his eye.
Her complexion was naturally fair, which seed even more translucent against the dark blue garnt.
Her black hair was woven into a fine braid, adorned with colorful beaded flowers, and complented by the sparkling silver accessories, adding a unique charm.
"Sir, do I look like an authentic Bouyei girl?"
ng Wanning spun around, her skirt sweeping across Chen Cheng’s trouser legs as she laughed and looked at the man before her.
"Good thing we live in a lawful society now."
"What do you an?"
Chen Cheng said with a smile, "Otherwise, I would have to kidnap you to be my bandit bride."
ng Wanning chuckled, "Sir doesn’t need to kidnap ; I already belong to you."
Chen Cheng watched the smiling beauty before him and casually offered his hand, "Shall we go?"
ng Wanning placed her hand in his, and the two strolled along like a couple of tourists, taking pictures as they walked.
Chen Cheng had originally lacked interest in these cookie-cutter tourist spots.
But now, walking hand in hand with ng Wanning on the ancient stone path, seeing the joyous smile on her face, his mood unexpectedly lifted.
Whether the scenery was beautiful seed no longer important; what mattered was the person beside him.
The two headed deeper into the village, and soon the crowd began to thicken.
"Is it a temple fair?"
This was Chen Cheng’s first reaction.
He looked at the thick crowd ahead and said with a smile, "Our luck isn’t too bad."
ng Wanning also stood on her toes to look, "Does the Bouyei Ethnic Group have temple fairs, too?"
"Don’t they?"
"I don’t think so..."
Chen Cheng smirked, "Whatever it is, let’s go check out the scene."
They squeezed in only to discover that the filming site was quite large.
It was not a movie or a drama, but a large-scale promotional film, seemingly about cultural heritage. The site was bustling; in addition to cara-toting crew mbers, there were nurous actors and extras in ethnic costus, all in a flurry of activity.
A man clad in a director’s vest and wearing a cap was shouting into a gaphone, "Props team, move that dyeing rack a bit to the left! And, extras need to show more energy, give us that festive cheer!"
ng Wanning said with a smile, "This is quite interesting."
"Looks like we’ve stumbled onto a big event."
Chen Cheng thought for a mont, "If you make it on the Spring Festival Gala this year and beco famous, you’ll truly be a big star."
ng Wanning chuckled behind her hand. She softly said, "I’m all made up when I go on stage, who would recognize aside from the na?"
"And, Peking Opera usually cos on in the latter half, by which ti not many people are watching."
After hearing this, Chen Cheng asked, "Isn’t that a waste of effort, then?"
"Sir, I never wanted to be famous, not to ntion a big star." ng Wanning spoke sincerely, "It’s because you asked to, that’s why I agreed."
"Cough, it’s really incomparable."
Chen Cheng lanted, "Wan Wan, you truly are a rare light."
ng Wanning blinked, "Compare? With whom?"
Her mind quickly ran through the list of won associated with Chen Cheng. From what she knew, none of them were involved in art or performance like her.
"I an, compared to most people who want to be on the Spring Festival Gala."
Chen Cheng explained, "They are all desperate to be famous, engaging in all sorts of publicity stunts and networking, just for those few minutes of fa. Yet you, who clearly have the talent and the opportunity, couldn’t care less."
ng Wanning, with her arm linked through Chen Cheng’s, gently leaned on his shoulder, "Being famous isn’t important to . What I love is Peking Opera itself; just being able to perform on stage is fulfillnt enough. As for everything else, it’s all passing clouds."
Chen Cheng was drawn to ng Wanning’s purity and simplicity, one of the reasons he was captivated by her.
At that mont, the director started using the gaphone again, "Attention all departnts, get ready for the next scene! Costuming, check the actors’ outfits!"
The hubbub rose again, and the scene was abuzz with activity.
Chen Cheng and ng Wanning continued to stand on the sidelines, watching the crew and actors hurriedly prepare.
Suddenly, the crowd erupted with a surge of shrieks, from both n and won, all shouting the sa na.
"Yu Xinwei!"
"Yu Xinwei!"
"Xinwei!"
Amidst the chorus of screams, Yu Xinwei, also dressed in Bouyei traditional clothing, erged surrounded by the crowding fans.
If ng Wanning was a quietly blooming lily of the valley, then Yu Xinwei was a vibrant, burning red rose.
One restrained, the other flamboyant, two contrasting types of beauty, both impressive in their own right.
ng Wanning watched Yu Xinwei, who was being loudly cheered on, and murmured, "Is this the aura of a star?"
Chen Cheng had not expected to encounter this woman, who once asked him for five hundred million, at this place.
Yu Xinwei’s face, previously all smiles, froze when she saw Chen Cheng, and a flicker of panic passed through her eyes.
She stopped in her tracks, her gaze firmly fixed on Chen Cheng, as if pinned to the spot.
The noise around her gradually blurred, and it seed as though the world contained only her and Chen Cheng.
Chen Cheng looked back at her, his eyes calm and composed, without the slightest hint of evasion.
He simply nodded in greeting, a subtle motion that however made Yu Xinwei even more unsettled.
She took a deep breath and then her eyes shifted to ng Wanning, who was clinging to Chen Cheng’s arm.
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