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“Hahahaha, all thanks to Xiangxiang,” Yuan Pingqiu laughed heartily.

Yun Xiangxiang looked at Song Mian in confusion. Song Mian took her hand and stood up, “Father, keep chatting with Sir Yuan. Xiangxiang and I will go see her brother and friends.”

“Go, go. Don’t neglect your guests,” Master Song waved his hand.

Yun Xiangxiang only snapped out of it after they got out of the pavilion, “Ah Mian, I didn’t agree to it yet!”

Erm…why did learning an opera turn into moving into my boyfriend’s house?

The Song Manor was different from the upper story back at her home. This was where the elders lived. Except for visitations, no lady who was not married would live in her boyfriend’s house that had his elderlies in it so brazenly.

This is even worse than both of them living together before marriage!

“Can you still refuse now?” Song Mian asked smilingly.

Yun Xiangxiang: …

She could not find any excuse to refuse. Yuan Pingqiu, a Shaoxing opera master arranged his schedule around her time, did not complain about her playful learning attitude, and even lived here himself to coach her.

Did she have any right to refuse? That would be too audacious of her. Besides, Uncle Song requested it himself. It would be a slap in Uncle Song’s face if she refused it.

Yuan Pingqiu was different from Guan Zi. Guan Zi was hired by the director. She was paid money, so she was an instructor.

She was already stretching her kindness when she invited her to her home and served her food.

Yuan Pingqiu was a master. It was obvious that he was not planning on charging Yun Xiangxiang when he was teaching her. He did this out of his relationship with the Song Family.

Under such a situation, she would not be so shameless as to ask Yuan Pingqiu to go to her home to coach her.

The only way was for her to move to the Song Manor. She would take some time when she was not studying to learn under Yuan Pingqiu who was also living in the Song Manor.

“I feel like I sent myself into a wolf den,” Yun Xiangxiang scrunched up her face.

“Little Red Riding Hood, you do know that the big bad wolf already has his eyes on you for a long time, right?” Song Mian glared at her evilly on purpose.

Yun Xiangxiang lifted her foot and stepped on Song Mian before she scurried away. “Come get me, big bad wolf!”

“If I get you, I will swallow you alive…”

“Hahahaha…”

Two full grown people frolicked around in the courtyard just like that. Song Mian held back to play with Yun Xiangxiang.

“Ai, the young master does not look like twenty-eight. He looks like he is eighteen,” Song Yao sighed in confusion.

Song Qian came back with them. She looked at him in disdain. “You know why dogs live such short lives?”

“Why?” Song Yao asked in reflex.

“Being single, broken hearted, ages quickly,” Song Qian spat three phrases coldly.

She went away with a lollipop in her mouth, leaving Song Yao petrified.

Song Mian and Yun Xiangxiang went to look for Song Meng and Li Xiangling who were still taking photos after their short playtime.

She dragged the reluctant duo out of Gui Yi Courtyard. With Song Mian as the guide on Yun Xiangxiang’s behest, he took them on a tour of the garden.

They were still touring the yard when it was already time for lunch. Song Meng who felt that her feet were sore was fully energized once she saw the great food.

The feast of flowers had great appearance, fragrance, and flavor. Every dish was different from the last feast she had. Yun Xiangxiang held back from taking photos due to the presence of other guests.

Li Xiangling and Song Meng were embarrassed too. Song Meng looked regretful after the meal. Such a pretty feast, yet I did not take any photos as memories.

Yuan Pingqiu called Yun Xiangxiang over after lunch to teach her the basics of palm and fingers.

Observing Yun Xiangxiang’s flexibility would make it easier for him to come up with a coaching plan for her.

They hustled until three in the afternoon. Only after Yun Xiangxiang promised Master Song and Yuan Pingqiu to move in on the eighth of February did they leave.

Right when Yun Xiangxiang was going to call Xue Yu about tomorrow’s schedule after she got back home, her phone rang.

It was an overseas call. It was Milles. “Bonjour, Milles. This is such a surprise.”

Milles met her two years ago during the film festival in Shen City after all. They bumped into each other again in the Shen City film festival again.

They would chat occasionally on social media, but they did not have much interaction.

“Yun, I hope that you can take part in my film,” Milles did not beat about the bush.

“Milles was already getting various awards over these two years. He was quite famous among new directors.

“Can I know what kind of character it is?” Yun Xiangxiang asked.

“A crucial character whom only you can play.” There was anticipation in what he said. “I have sent you an email.”

Yun Xiangxiang immediately opened her inbox. Sure enough, there was an email from Milles. “I see it Milles. Can I answer you after finishing it?”

“I shall wait for your reply,” Milles hung up.

Yun Xiangxiang opened the email. Everything about this character was attached to it.

The film should be called “First Love” after translation. The film was set thirty years ago.

The male protagonist, Otto, came across the female protagonist, Emily, in a romantic restaurant. He hit her up, telling Emily that she was too gorgeous, and that he wanted to draw a portrait of her. Emily agreed readily.

He was focused when he drew. However, Emily had that nagging feeling that he was looking at another silhouette through her.

When the portrait was completed, Emily looked at it. It resembled her, yet she felt that she was looking at another person.

When he seemed to notice Emily’s puzzled gaze, Otto spoke of a tale to her apologetically.

The male protagonist of the story was born to French nobility. He was immersed in the creation of art. An Eastern girl was whom he fell in love with.

However, their family valued bloodline heavily. They rejected the Eastern girl.

He battled his family for love. In the end, he lost everything, including his first love.

Since then, he could never forget her. He disliked drawing humans, especially gorgeous women.

As her silhouette would be in his every piece of art.

Emily knew that Otto was telling his own tale. She was suddenly curious about what kind of a beauty that Eastern woman must be to be so unforgettable for such a talented man like Otto.

At Emily’s request, Otto drew his first love. She was truly a beautiful woman who could make anyone fall in love.

Emily told him that she envied this woman.

In later days, she saw Otto selling his art on the sidewalk. He obviously could have his own massive art exhibit. It confused her as to why he would appear here.

Otto told her: Look up. Only doing that can you know how insignificant you are.

Emily has fallen in love since then…

Otto seemed to have regained his passion for life, thanks to Emily.

He was a romantic artist. Everything about him was filled with the romance that women love.

Strolling along the Seine river hand in hand, kissing under the shades of the greenery in Champs Elysees, letting themselves loose as they danced in the bar, the proposal with flowers scattered on the earth…

Accompanied by Emily, Otto seemed to have really overcome the wound of love. He took her to every place in the country that had love in them, leaving their mark of love there.

Yun Xiangxiang thought that it was a romance film when she read until this part. However, it was not until she finished it that Yun Xiangxiang found out that it was a horror film.