I chase after the actor by lifting iron

Ming Chen sat down with the dish, took a few mouthfuls of air absently, when a senior brother who looked familiar but couldn't name him suddenly asked him.

"Junior Brother Xiaochen, I heard that your courier was lost in Xinhu Lake today?"

Ming Chen came back to his senses, carefully picked up a piece of cabbage and tasted it, and said with a smile: "It's okay, there's nothing important."

Another brother on the opposite side said: "It's okay, it's all soaked."

Several people comforted him, saying that the disciple of Mingxintang who delivered the courier was punished by their abbot, and told him not to be angry.

"It's all right. They're just some snacks. I'll share them with you later." Ming Chen said.

"That's good!" Several monks were not polite, and they also made jokes in a few words because they saw that he was easy to talk.

Ming Chen responded, his eyes swept over the cafeteria door from time to time, and after eating for a while, he saw Si Yan'an coming in.

Without squinting, he took a meal to his usual seat, with his back to Ming Chen.

"Brother..." Ming Chen whispered to the monk sitting next to him, he got to know him quite well these days, and the cafeteria was in charge of making breakfast.

"Ok?"

"Let me just ask, do you know... Si Yan'an?"

The senior brother looked at him quite unexpectedly: "We are not going to jail when we become monks, so we don't know it. Besides, he is still sitting there, don't you see?"

As he spoke, he lifted his chin and pointed in a direction.

Ming Chen was silent for a moment, lowered his voice, and asked again: "Then... what is he here for?"

This question has troubled Ming Chen for several days, every time he wanted to ask, but every time he dared not.

Finally mustered up the courage today, but the senior brother gave him an unexpected answer.

"Don't you even know? The one who came to our abbot to learn calligraphy from him. I have been here several years ago, and everyone with senior qualifications in the temple has seen him." The brother said: "Sometimes we live two or two years ago. I’ll leave in three days, maybe stay for a month at most. I don’t talk to people much.”

Ming Chen was really taken aback.

The male god can also write calligraphy, why doesn't he know?

To be honest, Si Yan'an doesn't go well with anything traditional and cultural, mainly because of his appearance.

He is of mixed race, clearly mixed, with dark outlines and light-coloured pupils.

Fans quarreled with Hei Zi, who bad-mouthed him every day, and there was an eternal proposition in it—whether his play was narrow or not.

Of course, Ming Chen didn't think it was narrow, and he also fought on the [-]th floor in the forum back then.

But at this moment, when he quietly stood outside the window of the meditation room and saw Si Yan'an in, he suddenly felt that those arguments were quite useless.

As long as Si Yan'an, who writes calligraphy, is put there, no one will doubt whether he can make costume dramas.

Ming Chen hugged Bai Cai and squatted down slowly, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed.

He distributed all the snacks sent by Sister Xi Shi last night, and he became more popular among the disciples of Mingwu Hall, and everyone was willing to ask him for help if they had anything to do.

Just when Youdao asked him to go to the warehouse to get some cabbage back, he made a detour to the abbot's meditation room by a strange accident on the way.

It was so lucky that he didn't even want to leave while squatting.

The phone was stuck in the lower back, it should be almost ten o'clock, Ming Chen decided to look at it for 10 minutes before leaving.

The side sunlight illuminates one side of the table in the Zen room at a very small angle, but the other places are getting darker and darker.Si Yanan supported the table with one hand, and the tip of the pen paused or moved on the rice paper, forming a mysterious rhythm.

At this moment, Si Yan'an was very serious, unlike when he was twisting cabbage or in a daze before.

Ming Chen could almost hear the heavy beating in his chest.

After a while, Si Yan'an put down his pen and someone spoke, and Ming Chen realized that he was not the only one in the room.

"The juniors these days are really amazing." The speaker was a middle-aged man, wearing a shirt and an expensive watch.They were all sitting in the shadows, Ming Chen squinted his eyes and took a while to see them clearly.

Besides him and the abbot in monk's robes, there were two young men and a woman.

"Calm down." The abbot signaled Si Yan'an to hang up the words: "Xiao'an has a strong character in these four words, and he has practiced a lot."

The middle-aged man smiled: "Master, you are humble. Yan'an has achieved such a high level of work in his job, and he can still maintain this level. To be honest, these little guys under my hands are really inferior."

A certain boy among the few little guys rolled his eyes in a less obvious way.

Si Yan'an didn't speak. He took a few steps back to look at his own handwriting, frowned slightly, took two steps towards the wall, and sat down.

There was a straw mat on the floor, and he sat in an unruly manner, with bare feet and one leg propped up.

"Come on, Xiao Hua hang up your "Hua Yan Jing"." The middle-aged man patted the boy beside him.

A few people got busy, and Ming Chen heard them calling that middle-aged man, Professor Chang.Probably this word, anyway, it is some kind of professor, Chongshi Academy of Fine Arts.He brought three students to visit the master.

Brother also said yesterday that the abbot of their Chanxin Temple is very famous in the calligraphy and painting circles, indeed, he also holds cultural salons...

He hugged the cabbage and listened in a daze. He looked at the writing on the wall and then at Si Yan'an.The spot of light stayed on the tip of Si Yan'an's straight nose, and his fine hairs could be seen, and the color of his pupils became lighter and lighter.

Ming Chen squatted here for a long time, his back was almost cooked by the sun, so he couldn't help but move his position.

"Does the film king usually copy scriptures?" the boy asked rather unconvinced.

"Less." Si Yan'an replied lightly: "Many visits."

Professor Chang looked at him with interest: "Are you interested in reading your teacher's "Avatamsaka Sutra"? I haven't read your scriptures much."

Ming Chen was inexplicably excited and a little angry.

Just look at it, do you know how much the calligraphy of the male god can be sold for?

Even a common signature on Xianyu has fetched [-] yuan!

"There is a chance." Si Yan'an did not agree, and threw the words back: "The teacher has the final say."

The professor probably said something casually, nodded, and stood at the table with the abbot to discuss.

The three students moved to Si Yanan's side.

"Actor," the girl blushed, "I wrote this...can you read it for me?"

Si Yanan took it over, unfolded the long scroll neatly, and said, "You are the professional, don't listen to me."

Even though he said that, Ming Chen couldn't understand what he said next, and then discussed with the two boys, and finally signed the girl's name.

"Don't go out and talk nonsense." Si Yan'an returned the signed piece of paper to the girl, but Ming Chen couldn't see whether he was smiling or not.

"I like to keep a low profile."

As he spoke, he stood up on his feet, and just as he was about to walk towards Fangzhang, his peripheral vision happened to glance at the window where Mingchen was hiding.

After a pause, he turned his head.

Four eyes facing each other.

It's over, the male god really saw me!

Ming Chen was so startled that his hair blew up, he hugged the cabbage and ran away.

"Stop!" Si Yan'an rushed out barefoot with a roar behind him, "What are you running for!?"

Ming Chen didn't know what he was running.

In short, it is running.

And I regretted in my heart that I agreed to only watch it for 10 minutes. How long has it passed? Sure enough, the beauty is misleading...

His legs flew up and down very fast, and he flew far away with one kick. He was full of confidence, when he suddenly stepped on something round, his center of gravity tilted, and he fell to the side.

He closed his eyes subconsciously, the wind howled in his ears, and the next second was quiet.

Someone caught him.

"...What a coincidence." Ming Chen stood firm and forced himself to be calm: "The film king and we... meet again."

Si Yanan stared at him.

Mingchen was so flustered that he couldn't even make his usual smile, and shouted in his head to find a topic!Find a topic to talk about!I'm not stalking and I'm not a pervert!Just an ordinary fan who cares about him!

... Then he asked stiffly: "I heard that you have a cat? Did you take it to the hospital in the middle of the night? Did it die?"

Si Yanan stared at him in shock.

Ming Chen looked back in confusion.

Si Yanan was silent for a while, then took a step back: "Not dead."

"Ah, it's not dead!" Ming Chen sighed.

Si Yanan: "..."

Si Yanan sighed.

He knelt down and picked up the cabbage that Ming Chen had just tripped over: "Where are you going?"

Ming Chen said: "The back kitchen."

"Well," Si Yanan regained his indifference, and pointed to the window where he had just squatted: "Is that yours too?"

"...Yes." Ming Chen answered with difficulty.

He hugged three cabbages in total, put two by his feet, and kept one in his arms.He was too absorbed in running just now, not only forgot the cabbage on the ground, but also dropped the cabbage in his hand, and almost made him fall on the ground in front of the male god.

His mind was so confused, it was like a dream, he just watched the male god go back to the Zen room and say something to the abbot, put on his shoes, picked up the cabbage, walked to him and said let's go.

[dad. ] Ming Chen said in his heart: [Did you see it? ]

The system is silent.

[I grew up. ]

Ming Chen clenched his fist.

After walking for three to five minutes, he felt his consciousness gradually come back.

The back that was roasted before was a little itchy, and Ming Chen couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

Si Yan'an separated a distance of two from him, glanced back at him, and he put down his hand again.

After a while, Ming Chen was dizzy from the sun, and suddenly asked: "Just now you told that sister..."

"Ok?"

"Don't tell it." Ming Chen paused: "Will she really keep it a secret?"