Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Best Request

The owner of the inn is a mother-in-law in her sixties, probably because her children and grandchildren are not around all the year round, and she is very enthusiastic about the arrival of Jiang Zhican and the others. In order to receive them, the mother-in-law specially made a rather sumptuous lunch as a reception. The food tastes good, especially the rice, because it is cooked in an iron pot that is rarely used in modern people, even if it is only served with a little kimchi, it is very sweet and delicious, not to mention that there are many delicious dishes on the table to eat.

Jiang Zhican ate three bowls of rice, which is very amazing compared to his usual amount of rice, of course, because the food tastes good, but there are also reasons for his mother-in-law's enthusiastic persuasion, and he can only stuff his mouth with rice dishes to make his mother-in-law smile happily. So after the meal, he had to sit on the bed with his stomach in his hands, waiting for digestion.

And compared to the embarrassment he eats, An Xiyan's situation is much better. When her mother-in-law was young, she was probably also a beauty-loving woman, and she paid attention to the maintenance of her figure, so she just told An Xiyan to eat more if it was delicious, but don't hold on. An Xiyan finally ate a bowl and a half, in her own words, she hadn't eaten so much for a long time, like she had used up all the meals for a week in advance.

After lunch, the two well-fed guys were like hibernating lazy worms, lying on the bed to rest. The curtains of the room were not drawn, and the golden afternoon sun poured warmly on them through the window, like flowing water, and then silently departed in the shadows. The sea breeze blows lightly, and the shell wind chimes hanging outside the window eaves dance with it, making a series of pleasant crisp sounds, which are passed into the house through the window, like the light and heavy drumbeat, lining the quiet afternoon more quietly and remotely.

An Xiyan pillowed her head on Jiang Zhican's thighs, and she put her legs on her two legs, shaking her white and tender feet in mid-air with a comfortable expression, and humming a song or two from time to time to accompaniment. After a while, she suddenly turned her head to look at Jiang Zhican, and then twisted her head back, making Jiang Zhican feel inexplicable for a while.

"I didn't do anything, just to see if your brother was disobedient again." Faced with Jiang Zhican's question, An Xiyan said in a normal tone, as if she was discussing with him whether it would rain tomorrow.

"Sister Xiyan." Jiang Zhican shouted helplessly.

"What are you doing, you're not a kid anymore, what are you shy about? Besides, in addition to being faster, you don't seem to have any shortcomings, and if you exercise more in the future, you can still make a difference. Men's capital, Zhican, yours seems to be pretty good, there is potential, Nuna is optimistic about you! ā€

An Xiyan said as she stretched out her hand to compare the length and width of the size, not ashamed or impatient, if she let outsiders see it, she might be red-faced, and she would be judged badly in her heart.

Jiang Zhican suddenly raised his hand and grabbed her hand, then stared at her eyes, and after a while, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her forehead, reached out and hugged her into his arms, and after being silent for a while, he said in a low voice:

"Sister Xiyan, you have to tell me what happened to you."

An Xiyan didn't answer, during the whole process, she was like a marionette and let Jiang Zhican manipulate her, even if she did, she still shrank in Jiang Zhican's arms without making a sound, buried her face in his chest with her eyes closed, like a boat drifting into the harbor, how could she not have the strength to speak.

"Sister Hee-yeon..."

"I want to sleep for a while, will you let me sleep?"

An Xiyan muttered a word, Jiang Zhican was stunned for a moment and then stopped speaking, just put his left hand around her shoulder, gently stroked her hair with his right hand, and waited for her to fall asleep in a peaceful place.

The sun will be warmer and warmer, pouring on An Xiyan's body. Jiang Zhican looked down at her, her supple black hair was dyed bright gold in the sun, the white sweater was like a piece of snow reflecting the crystal brilliance, and further down, her legs curled up together, fair and well-proportioned, revealing the ethereal and moving like glass in the sun, as if adding a layer of bright wax oil, without the slightest trace of human destruction, beautiful like a masterpiece under God's eccentricity.

Jiang Zhican watched for a long time, and An Xiyan was probably asleep, and Linglong's body rarely showed signs of moving, so the shadow cast by the sun on her body became the only living thing that changed. As time passed slowly but firmly, the shadows moved slowly but surely around her, at first only at an angle, and then, as the sun began to set in the west, the shadows expanded infinitely, beginning with her feet, little by little, slowly swallowing upwards.

When the sunlight was barely supported in a small area above her chest, she probably felt the cold, An Xiyan suddenly woke up, and the eyebrows in front of her trembled slightly, revealing a pair of slightly dazed eyes. She first looked left and right, then propped herself up and smiled apologetically at Jiang Zhican, reaching out to help him rub his sore muscles.

"No, I'm fine." Jiang Zhican shook his head and said, putting on his shoes and coat while relaxing his body.

"You're leaving?" Ahn Hee-yeon asked when she saw this.

"No, the video hasn't been shot yet! Sister Xiyan, you also pack up and come out with me, I have an idea now, this time is just right, but I need your help. ā€

Jiang Zhican said, seeing that An Xiyan was still sitting on the bed, he took the slacks she threw on the chair and put them on for her to put on, then took the shoes and began to help her put them on.

"Wait a minute, I haven't taken off my hot pants yet, it's uncomfortable to wear like this!" Ahn Hee-yeon, who was a beat slower to react, shouted.

"It's too late, you have to hurry, it's not fun when the sun sets!" Jiang Zhican said a little arbitrarily, An Xiyan pursed her mouth, didn't resist anymore, put on her pants and took her coat and walked out with him.

Not long after, the two came to the beach, and to An Xiyan's surprise, the time she needed to be in the camera was actually after sunset! Looking at Jiang Zhican, who was taking a selfie of herself and taking pictures of the sunset and the sea, she stood aside and was left out in the cold, and said angrily: "Ah, it's none of my business now, why are you pulling me out in such a hurry, you obviously have time to put on your pants, why don't you let me dress up and come out again!" ā€

"I'm afraid that if you stay in bed, you won't be able to catch the train from here to the train station today." Jiang Zhican told the truth.

An Xiyan was stunned when she heard this, and then stopped talking, and sat alone on the low embankment, looking at Jiang Zhican, who was taking serious pictures in front of her, while fiddling with the fine sand at her feet, showing a melancholy color in the evening sea breeze.

The sunset on the sea in the distance is constantly falling, and the brilliant deep last light dyes the sky and the sea red, and also stretches the back of Jiang Zhican in An Xiyan's eyes into a distant and illusory, as if there is a huge ravine between the two, she is here, the other party is there, the real space is chaotic in her eyes, and then shattered into neat pieces, until they can no longer be separated.

The sunset finally sank completely, and the whole sky darkened, An Xiyan came back to her senses from her trance, Jiang Zhichan was calling her, waving her arms like a bright lighthouse on the sea, sending out a clear signal, which was more noticeable than his shouting.

She stood up, patted her buttocks, and walked over with her hands in her pockets.

Jiang Zhican briefly said what she needed to do, she tilted her head to look at him, his face was full of seriousness and concentration in his work, and even his voice had a different charm. She couldn't help but smile, and was knocked on the head by Jiang Zhican, so she made a grimace and walked not far away, then adjusted and made an OK gesture with Jiang Zhican.

When the shooting officially began, what she had to do was actually very simple, that is, walk to the beach from a little distance, and then look at the sea that was gradually shrouded in night, revealing her bleak back and sad expression, and even Jiang Zhican made it clear that at most she would take a silhouette of her side face, and there would never be any close-up, so even if it was a sad expression, she pretended to be extremely simple.

On the deserted seashore after the deserted sunset, a woman is alone, which is a sad scene, for her, it plays the role of a puppet, as long as it is natural, it is really easy.

"Sister Xiyan, it's okay!"

After several attempts, Jiang Zhican finally felt perfect and ended the shooting. An Xiyan, who didn't make much effort, nodded, but she didn't walk back in a hurry, still standing on the beach in front of her, looking at the tireless tide that came and went.

"Sister Xiyan, let's go, what are you still standing for?" Jiang Zhican, who packed his things and picked up his backpack, shouted strangely.

After a while, seeing that An Xiyan had neither responded nor had the intention of turning back, he was full of doubts so he had to walk up to her, take her hand and say, "I have to go, go back and pack up my things, I should be able to take the last bus." ā€

After speaking, he was about to pull An Xiyan back, but was unexpectedly stopped by An Xiyan.

"What's wrong?" He asked, looking back.

"Naocan, I—I don't want to go back." An Xiyan lowered her head and said.

"What do you mean?" He frowned lightly and looked at An Xiyan.

"Y-Can you... stay with me for the night?"

An Xiyan said in a voice like a mosquito, raising her eyes slightly to look at him, her big eyes seemed to be flowing with the mist of the early morning, and she couldn't see through it, but there was the most beautiful scenery hidden in it.