Lin Yinci speaks very gently, which makes people trust her inexplicably.
“I won’t get involved in what’s going on between you two. But I think you did a great job expressing your feelings to A-Jiang that day. When two people are together, they should be open with each other’s true thoughts and not keep everything to themselves. If they keep it all inside, it will become like a sharp thorn that gets stuck in their hearts and they can never pull it out.”
Xie Wang nodded earnestly: "I'll remember, Auntie."
Lin Yinci smiled and said, "You won't call me Mom anymore."
Xie Wang smiled and said, "I want to call out."
Lin Yinci patted his shoulder: "Then call him that."
After finishing their meal, Xie Wang first escorted Lin Yinci back to her room, and then walked to Ling Shuangjiang's house, peering inside through the window crack.
Ling Shuangjiang didn't sleep; she was in a daze and had a terrible headache.
So when Xie Wang's footsteps sounded, he began to look outside the door.
Xie Wang didn't seem to intend to knock; he just kept looking inside.
Ling Shuangjiang lay on the bed, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
Suddenly, the blanket fell to the ground without warning.
There seemed to be quite a commotion outside the door, and the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard.
After a long time, the door lock was tried to be turned.
However, Xie Wang's attempt to enter failed because the door was locked.
Ling Shuangjiang suppressed a smile, turned around gently, and adjusted herself to a good angle to look outside the door.
But then, the figure at the door suddenly disappeared.
Five minutes later, the door lock turned.
Xie Wang gently opened the door with the key.
A tall figure tiptoed in, picked up the blanket from the ground, dusted it off, and covered Ling Shuangjiang with it again.
Ling Shuangjiang moved slightly at this moment, and Xie Wang, like a frightened bird, squatted nervously by the bedside.
In the darkness, Ling Shuangjiang quietly curled her lips, then turned around and kicked the blanket off again.
"Why is he so restless when he sleeps?"
Xie Wang muttered to himself, patiently picking up the blanket.
Ling Shuangjiang's bed was about two meters wide. This time, Xie Wang was smarter and gently lifted him up by the waist, bringing him closer to the innermost side of the bed.
After determining the distance, he covered Ling Shuangjiang with the blanket again, tucking the excess corners inside to wrap her up like a silkworm.
After doing everything, he carefully touched Ling Shuangjiang's body temperature.
It's still quite hot.
I told you long ago that you should exercise more.
"A small creature with low immunity."
Xie Wang sighed, took one of the fever-reducing patches from the bedside, and stuck it on Ling Shuangjiang's forehead.
Time passed slowly, and only after Ling Shuangjiang's body temperature continued to drop did he feel relieved enough to leave.
In the darkness, Ling Shuangjiang muttered to herself, "Little thing?"
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The next day, the production crew arrived at Ling Shuangjiang's home as scheduled. Accompanying the crew were two regular guests—Cen Shen and Yu Qingran.
Cen has been in the entertainment industry for ten years, consistently producing films and television dramas that have garnered both popularity and critical acclaim. At 34 years old this year, she maintains her youthful appearance remarkably well.
Yu Qingran is a young host who graduated from one of the top 5 Ivy League universities abroad and is a dazzling newcomer at the station.
To welcome the production team, Ling Shuangjiang and Lin Yinci got up very early, and Sister Fang also brought several of her sisters over in advance to help everyone prepare breakfast.
The show's director, surnamed Zhang, said very apologetically, "We're here to film, so we should take care of you, but we're troubling you to prepare breakfast for us."
Lin Yinci was dressed in a modern Chinese-style cheongsam, looking gentle and elegant. She was personally serving red date porridge to each staff member. Hearing Director Zhang's words, she smiled and said, "But we are friends, aren't we? It is only right to entertain friends who have come from afar."
Ling Shuangjiang, having applied light makeup, walked in and greeted Cen Shen and Yu Qingran.
Cen Shen stood up and shook hands with him: "Shuangjiang, I've been watching you for a long time. It's an honor to work with you today."
Ling Shuangjiang: "I just finished watching your TV series not long ago, and I didn't expect you to be even more elegant in person."
Director Zhang put his arms around the two of them and said, "Alright, we still have a long time to film, plenty of time to spend together. If you two brothers take good care of the little sister, we won't have to worry about the quality of our program."
As dawn broke, the restaurant was filled with the sounds of laughter and cheerful conversation.
Today's recording requires the site to be sealed off. After the apprentices all came in, the production crew sealed off the Ling family's backyard, prohibiting others from entering or leaving.
The production team had no other requirements for Lin Yinci, only asking her to continue teaching as usual, because the cameras would be recording her every move and every word for the next three days.
Ling Shuangjiang then led Yu Qingran to admire the tools and finished products in the kesi (silk tapestry) workshop.
He could explain the meaning behind each painting and the creator's original intention.
"The reason why the kesi (silk tapestry) technique is so complicated is because of its weaving method of interlacing warp and weft. Once the finished product is made, you will find that the patterns and colors on both sides are exactly the same, without any loose threads."
"During production, it is not carved with a knife, but raw silk is used as the warp and colored cooked silk as the weft."
"Before production, the design needs to be drawn with a brush on the warp threads, and then the pieces are woven together using a small shuttle."
Yu Qingran listened attentively, and after Ling Shuangjiang finished speaking, she asked with interest, "I remember you studied art? Is it related to being exposed to kesi (silk tapestry) from a young age? Because every kesi weaver has to learn to draw."
Ling Shuangjiang: "One of the reasons is that I chose art because my grandfather taught me to paint when I was young. I learned to paint before I learned about kesi (silk tapestry).
Yu Qingran smiled and nodded: "Have you made any kesi (silk tapestry) handicrafts yourself?"
“Yes, I made a whole set of round fans,” Ling Shuangjiang recalled. “I completed them over several winter and summer vacations during my university years. But I’ve already given them away.”
Yu Qingran said regretfully, "What a pity, otherwise we would have been able to appreciate your work."
"It's okay, there will be other opportunities in the future."
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In the front yard, Xie Wang woke up to find the dining room empty. Aunt Fang jogged over: "Xiao Xie, Sister Lin and Shuangjiang are filming a variety show in the backyard. Your breakfast is in the insulated box."
"It's starting so early?" Xie Wang casually picked up an egg pancake and walked towards the backyard, but was stopped by a staff member: "Sorry, this area is not open today."
Xie Wang glanced at the staff member: "I am the homeowner's son."
The staff member was skeptical: "The homeowner only has one son, who is also inside."
Xie Wang was so angry he laughed, and not wanting to argue with the staff, he had no choice but to give up going in.
Whether he went in or not didn't really matter to him; what he really wanted to know was whether Ling Shuangjiang still had a fever and whether she was feeling any better.
After finding out how Fang Sao Ling Shuangjiang was feeling that morning, he felt a little relieved.
The recording continued in the front yard until the afternoon.
Unfortunately, the weather turned against them, and a torrential downpour began.
Aunt Fang muttered, "This is how it is here at this time of year; it rains every other day."
Xie Wang: "People with weak immune systems definitely can't withstand the rain in winter."
“Yes, we Shuangjiang people are all frail,” Aunt Fang said with a smile. “But it’s alright, you’re from the north, and the climate in Bintan is not bad. Shuangjiang will go to the north with you in the future, and it won’t be so cold then.”
Xie Wang glanced at his wristwatch and said, "Hmm."
There were still three hours until Assistant Jin was supposed to pick him up, and he didn't know if he would be able to see Ling Shuangjiang one last time.
As evening fell, the production crew wrapped up for the day, and Lin Yinci, along with Ling Shuangjiang, saw them off.
They are temporarily staying at a guesthouse in a nearby ancient town, not far from here, and will come over around five o'clock tomorrow morning as usual.
A full day of work did not effectively relieve Ling Shuangjiang's cold, and her headache worsened.
When he and Lin Yinci returned to the main courtyard with their umbrellas, they happened to run into Xie Wang, who was carrying a suitcase.
Lin Yinci was taken aback: "Are we leaving now? It's raining so hard, let's stay another day."
Xie Wang shook his head: "Thank you, Auntie. My assistant is already at the door."
Upon hearing this, Ling Shuangjiang's eyelids twitched slightly, and she looked up at Xie Wang.
Lin Yinci nodded: "During Frost's Descent, go and see Xiao Xie off."
"No need, Shuangjiang is sick, and with the rain so heavy, she should go back and rest."
Xie Wang, holding an umbrella, walked to Ling Shuangjiang's side and handed him the paper bag he was carrying: "I went to the hospital today and bought some new cold medicine and supplements to boost your immunity. If you're still not feeling well, I suggest you switch to a different medicine. These supplements have no side effects and you can take them regularly. It's too cold here, you'll keep getting sick, so you must exercise more."
The rain poured down, and ordinary umbrellas were no match for it; the umbrellas swayed precariously.
Ling Shuangjiang held the medicine in her arms and whispered, "I'll take it to you."
This time, Xie Wang did not refuse and nodded slightly.
Lin Yinci and Sister Fang tacitly did not follow, and the two in front walked very slowly.
Outside the door, Assistant Jin was holding an umbrella, waiting for Xie Wang.
Xie Wang told Ling Shuangjiang to stand under the eaves and not to go any further. He stood in the rain with an umbrella, looking at Ling Shuangjiang: "Go back, I'm leaving."
Ling Shuangjiang met his gaze and slowly nodded.
Xie Wang, concealing his reluctance, took one last look at him before turning to get into the car.
It is about 1152.7 kilometers away from Bintan City.
Although it's not too far, Xie Wang has left this time, and it may be a long time before we meet again.
Ling Shuangjiang held up the umbrella, her chest rising and falling slightly.
Just then, there was a "whoosh" sound behind Xie Wang.
When he turned around, he found that Ling Shuangjiang had already put down her umbrella, ran to his umbrella, and hugged him from behind.
This scene caught Xie Wang completely off guard.
He quickly held an umbrella over Ling Shuangjiang and turned to hug him.
Ling Shuangjiang's voice was very soft: "Xie Wang, I'm sorry. I was also wrong."
These two sentences made Xie Wang's heart melt completely.