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Chapter 426 - 385 white hair adorned with flowers, do not laugh, my lord

Chapter 426: 385 white hair adorned with flowers, do not laugh, my lord

Having shaken off the faint sensation of hunger and despite possibly not feeling great before sleep, Pei Yunxi still had an exceptionally peaceful night’s rest.

"Did it rain last night?"

When she woke up, she was surprised to find that the view outside the window seemed to be covered with a hazy filter, with distant mountains shrouded in clouds and mist, even more profound and serene.

In the wonders of the world, the strange and extraordinary sights often lie in treacherous and distant places, seldom visited by people.

"Yeah, a light rain. It had stopped, but it just started drizzling again."

Though Ning Hui shared a house with her, naturally, they didn’t sleep on the same bed; their relationship wasn’t at that stage yet.

Each had a bedroom in separate east and west wings of the house.

Pei Yunxi washed up simply, as she had hardly worn any makeup since arriving here, just splashing her face with clear water each morning, which nonetheless left her looking instinctively elegant and captivating.

"I made some porridge, want to try it?"

Ning Hui offered.

It’s uncertain if all the Miao people are like this, but at least the residents of this village have an unchanging breakfast each day, a special kind of pancake.

To be honest, the taste is really nothing to write home about, and it’s hard to describe, but it’s likely difficult to swallow for outsiders.

However, because of cultural adaptation and limited options, even if the pancakes were hard to stomach, the two actresses forced themselves to eat them for a few days. Today, Ning Hui decided she couldn’t take it any more and took matters into her own hands, cooking some porridge.

Even just adding a bit of green vegetables made it more palatable than the pancakes.

Pei Yunxi glanced at the clear porridge served in dishes on the table, then mysteriously said, "Wait for me."

Ning Hui didn’t understand what was happening, only to see her re-enter the room and, after a while, come out with a bottle of seasoning sauce and a box of mung bean cakes.

"Where did all this come from?"

Ning Hui was surprised.

Without explaining, Pei Yunxi just smiled, "Have a seat."

She apparently hadn’t followed someone’s advice to hide the food.

Personal grievances aside.

There was no need to make herself suffer.

As a superstar and a public figure, Pei Yunxi was clearly not someone who liked to dwell on minor problems.

Although she was very resistant to Jiang Chen’s arrival, what was done was done, and it wasn’t something she could change by her will alone.

Besides, there was nothing wrong with the food itself.

Why not eat it if it’s free?

These snacks, which would have been insignificant before, now tasted like luxury delicacies to the two actresses after a period of austerity, and they ate with relish.

People often only cherish something after they’ve lost it.

Some seemingly insignificant things in daily life can become priceless when you’re in a different environment.

"Did they buy it in the city yesterday?"

Ning Hui guessed that these items couldn’t possibly be produced in the village, but then she noticed the packaging of the mung bean cakes.

"Zhang’s Old Mark? This isn’t the one from Guangling Road in East Sea, is it...?"

There’s a famous pastry shop on Guangling Road, renowned across the entire East Sea. No matter when you go, you can see an impressive line of customers.

The key thing is that the shop’s owner is resolute, or rather, has a unique persistence, keeping to self-management despite being able to make a fortune by franchising. To this day, there are only a few branches in East Sea and none elsewhere.

Unlike some celebrities who use their fame as capital, rushing to join the catering industry, symbolically opening one shop and then wielding the scythe to reap profits. Some people are dazzled by the celebrity’s aura, throwing money to franchise eagerly, only to end up foolishly becoming leeks.

"Yes, it’s from that shop,"

Pei Yunxi nodded. "These were brought by President Jiang. He brought a lot of snacks with him; they are in the box. Go take a look later, and you can take whatever you like."

That sure is generous.

But giving away someone else’s stuff as a favor, is that really

—appropriate?

"..."

Ning Hui was at a loss for words.

The idea that such a person would come to such a remote place was already unbelievable, and he even brought food with such consideration?

She remained silent for a while, then laughed softly, "President Jiang really is a good boss."

If Jiang Chen had been there, he might have felt gratified.

Pei Yunxi could clearly sense the implication in her words. From the moment that guy hopped off the tricycle, she knew some things could no longer be explained away, even if she had the words to do so.

But she had never intended to explain.

She treated Thomas Felton the same way.

And now she treated Ning Hui the same.

Caring too much about what others think can be exhausting, especially for a public figure.

Who doesn’t have others talking behind their back, and who doesn’t talk behind others?

As long as one’s conscience is clear, how others speculate is of no concern.

The two women finished what was probably the most satisfying breakfast they had had for some time.

The drizzle outside had stopped, and the moist air mixed with the fragrance of the earth was refreshing.

"Shall we go for a walk?"

Ning Hui, after cleaning up the table, suggested.

While the others had been out exploring, she had always stayed in the village, learning crafts and chatting with the villagers. It seemed like she was idle, but in reality, she had gained a profound understanding of the Miao people’s lifestyle. The expressions and tone of the villagers would help her fit her role even more in the future.

For this opportunity, Ning Hui’s level of commitment was not much less than Pei Yunxi’s, even if it was just for a supporting role. She realized it might be the only chance of its kind in her life.

A 300 million US Dollar production.

Directed by the renowned Hollywood director, Thomas Felton.

Even for a bit-part role, probably only veterans with a long-standing reputation in the circle stood a chance. In the past, Ning Hui wouldn’t even dare to dream of it.

Every time she thought about it, she was overwhelmed with feelings, realizing that this was truly a blessing in disguise.

"You go ahead, I should still minimize my activities and heal my injuries as soon as possible."

Pei Yunxi’s response was completely unexpected.

Ning Hui was rendered speechless.

After all, Pei Yunxi’s stubbornness had been witnessed by the entire field trip team, so how had she suddenly become so concerned about her health?

"What about President Jiang?"

Before Ning Hui could figure it out, Pei Yunxi asked again.

"... President Jiang and Director Felton left the village early this morning."

"They’re not in the village?"

Ning Hui nodded, "Mhm."

Hearing this, Pei Yunxi seemed to be relieved and inexplicably changed her attitude rapidly.

"Then let’s go out for a stroll."

By this time, Ning Hui inevitably came to realize something.

Was this to avoid President Jiang?

With such a good opportunity, if it had been her, she probably would have thrown herself into his arms by now.

Could it be just for show, playing hard to get?

Yet, through these days of close interaction, she saw that her colleague, who was stronger in every way, was not a hypocritical person.

Seeing Pei Yunxi had already walked out of the house, Ning Hui no longer had time to think and quickly followed her out.

The wind stirs a mirror to ripple light blue, and the rain drenches a thousand peaks with deep, thick ink.

The Miao village, after the mist and rain, looked even more beautiful, like a painting.

"Red beans grow in the southern lands."

"Red beans grow in the southern lands."

"With spring’s arrival, how many branches will have bloomed?"

"With spring’s arrival, how many branches will have bloomed?"

Suddenly, a loud and clear sound of reading caught Pei Yunxi’s attention, and she followed the sound.

"This is the village school."

Compared to her, Ning Hui was obviously much more familiar with the village.

Calling it a school was a stretch; it was merely a slightly larger earth house. Through the windows, one could see inside where more than a dozen children sat upright, chanting in unison under the lead of their teacher, verses of poetry whose meanings they likely did not understand.

"May you pick more of these."

"May you pick more of these."

"For these are the tokens of my love."

"For these are the tokens of my love."

"Good, not bad, take a ten-minute break."

The teacher said with satisfaction.

"That teacher is also from out of town; he came here voluntarily to teach."

Ning Hui explained.

Pei Yunxi looked toward the male teacher, whose face was darkened by the sun, who had a friendly demeanor and seemed to be no more than thirty years old.

In this society, no matter how dark or murky it becomes, there will always be some people with a light in their heart, illuminating themselves, trying to shine with their modest glow on those around them.

The children cheered and rushed out of the schoolhouse.

"Grandma!"

Several children mumbled as they ran past Pei Yunxi and Ning Hui, their bare feet pattering as they headed toward the figure in the distance.

At some point, a frail old woman had appeared outside the schoolhouse, easily in her seventies, her hair white as snow, while the years had etched deep valleys into her face.

She wore the traditional dress of the Miao People, and despite her advanced age, her posture was still dignified. Her meticulously coiled hair even had a flower hairpin inserted into it.

The impression she gave was that in her youth, she must have been a young lady from a reputable family.

The children gathered beside the elderly woman, reached into their pockets, and then lifted their little hands high, as if presenting treasures, "Grandma, Grandma, have some candy."

Just yesterday, at the entrance of the village, the two women had firsthand witnessed these children’s love for candy.

Their willingness to share their favorite things demonstrated the old woman’s status in the hearts of the children.

"Grandma has bad teeth and can’t eat candy; you keep it for yourselves," said the old woman with a tender smile, her eyes crinkling with kindness as she patted the children’s heads, playing with them for a while before turning to look at the two actresses, Pei Yunxi and Ning Hui.

"Hello."

Pei Yunxi turned around and hurriedly greeted her.

"You two must be the new distinguished guests in our village."

The old woman approached.

Time could take away her youth, but not her grace. She was like fine aged wine, becoming more exquisite with each passing year, to the extent that even Pei Yunxi and Ning Hui, both stars, felt somewhat self-conscious in her presence.

Especially that exquisite hairpin made it feel as if standing before them was not a woman in her twilight years but a blossoming young lady.

"I am the chieftain of this village, and in a couple of days, it will be our annual Moon God Festival. If you don’t mind, you both could join us,"

As expected.

Hearing the old woman’s self-introduction, the two actresses were not surprised at all; the other’s demeanor clearly set her apart from ordinary elders.

"Of course, we will be there," Pei Yunxi said respectfully.

The white-haired woman with the flower in her hair nodded with a smile, then walked into the schoolhouse, probably to see the teacher.

Pei Yunxi turned around involuntarily.

Ning Hui did the same, looking through the window at the inside of the schoolhouse, murmuring, "I really want to see what she was like when she was young.

Don’t laugh at the white-haired with flowers.

Time never defaces a beauty.

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