Chapter 1141: Chapter 1141: Extra—Retirement Arc
The little girl’s expression was particularly amusing, and even Nian Shutong couldn’t help but smile.
"I have extra here, if you don’t mind, I can give her one."
Nian Shutong took out another corn from her backpack, the sweet aroma made the little girl in her mother’s arms lift her head, looking at her mother expectantly.
The mother couldn’t resist her little daughter’s pleading eyes and looked towards Nian Shutong, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Thank you, could you wait a moment, please?"
The woman turned and shouted loudly to the people not far away: "Beibei’s dad, bring a box of chocolates over."
Not far away, a man in hiking attire ran over with a small golden box in his hand, in a very strange posture, one might think it’s a zombie scene.
The man was quick, and when he arrived, he first hugged Beibei and handed the chocolate box to Beibei’s mother.
Beibei’s mother handed the chocolate to Nian Shutong, with a sincere look on her face, "You have to accept it, otherwise I can’t accept the corn."
Nian Shutong accepted it readily, and the two made a simple exchange.
The little girl, Beibei, was happy, hugging the corn and happily saying towards Nian Shutong, "Thank you, Auntie."
"You’re welcome, thank you for the chocolate too."
Nian Shutong shook the box in her hand, and the little girl grinned happily; the corn was really sweet.
At this time, Beibei’s dad, holding the little girl, kept watching Nian Shutong and Fu Yunhe, amazed by their good temperament.
"Um... I’m sorry, this is a bit presumptuous, but I’m a photographer for a magazine, and I’m wondering if it would be convenient for you two to leave a contact. Your charisma is just incredible."
Beibei’s dad was quite excited and even a bit incoherent, feeling that if he could really invite them to shoot, the magazine would be a hit.
Nian Shutong glanced at Fu Yunhe, who naturally had no objections.
"It’s up to you."
Nian Shutong turned back, took out her phone directly, and exchanged contact information with the man.
"Nian Shutong?"
"Yes, this is my husband, Fu Yunhe."
The man was delighted and stepped forward to shake hands, introducing himself.
"I’m Li Chengze, a photographer for Leng Zhuang, I’ll contact you both later."
After setting things up, Nian Shutong and Fu Yunhe began to slowly walk down the mountain path.
After walking for a while, they finally caught a cab back to their hotel.
Back at the hotel, Nian Shutong threw herself onto the big bed.
"I didn’t expect that even as an Immortal, I could have such a tiring day; it’s more exhausting than a war."
Fu Yunhe came over, squatted on one knee, and took off Nian Shutong’s shoes to massage her feet.
"Smelly or not?"
With this question, Fu Yunhe increased the force in his hand, declaring emphatically: "Smelly."
Nian Shutong sprawled out on the bed, playfully wriggling her toes.
"Are you stirring up the smell on your feet?"
"You got it right."
After a while of massaging, Nian Shutong went to the bathroom herself, sitting by the bathtub, preparing to soak her feet, and called back to Fu Yunhe.
"Come in, soak your feet."
"Coming."
Both Fu Yunhe and Nian Shutong sat by the edge of the bathtub, filled with lots of water and a medicine pack; it was truly a foot soak, though the basin was a bit large.
"Where should we play tomorrow?"
Nian Shutong shook her head, indicating she didn’t know yet. She turned to Fu Yunhe and asked, "Are there always so many people?"
"Apparently it’s a seven-day holiday."
Nian Shutong understood.
"Then let’s not go anywhere, we’ll just stay in the hotel and figure it out later."
Fu Yunhe naturally had no objections, and after a foot soak, they nestled on the sofa to watch movies.
No matter what, the movies here were still very enjoyable.
"We can go see a movie tomorrow."
"Sounds good."
A movie, accompanied by small barbecues, perfectly concluded the day of climbing Taishan.
The next day, the two had breakfast at the hotel and went straight to the nearby cinema with their phones.
Nian Shutong was a bit curious; it seemed she hadn’t watched movies in a theater like this before.
"They all bought popcorn."
"I’ll go."
Fu Yunhe lined up to buy popcorn and two cups of cola.
He handed the popcorn to Nian Shutong to hold, carrying the two colas, they queued again for tickets and made their way into the cinema.
The movie they watched was a patriotic film about evacuation.
The whole time, Nian Shutong held the popcorn, only eating a little at the beginning, not much later.
The movie was absorbing.
Especially when the Blue Star people boarded the plane, Nian Shutong let out a sigh of relief, feeling a bit touched.
It was so well shot.
After the movie ended, Nian Shutong looked at the big screen in front, not moving as if she was reluctant to leave.
"I want to watch it again."
"Again?"
Nian Shutong nodded.
Fu Yunhe confirmed Nian Shutong’s desire, immediately bought tickets online for the same movie’s next screening.
The two walked out of the theater, went to exchange tickets, and went back inside, making the ticket checker dumbfounded for a moment.
How come these two are back again?
No way, Nian Shutong’s beauty was already striking, and alongside the clean-shaved Fu Yunhe, it was an aesthetic knockout; people rarely looked like that.
Fu Yunhe is handsome; if anyone says he’s not, they must be crazy, or it’s generally acknowledged.
Along the way, they received many admiring glances.
Regardless, the two big shots entered again nonchalantly and watched it once more.
After this viewing, Nian Shutong immediately burst with huge interest, wondering who the lead actor was?
"Fu Yunhe, I want to be a fan."
"What?"
Fu Yunhe looked at Nian Shutong with a face full of question marks, uncertainly asking: "Who do you want to become a fan of?"
"Becoming a fan doesn’t mean being crazy about it; it’s very rational. I really love how they act, and I want to see them."
Seeing Nian Shutong a bit excited, Fu Yunhe naturally didn’t want to dampen her spirits; they were playing around, after all. Since they found something they liked, they just went for it.
Nian Shutong and Fu Yunhe left the cinema, shopping in the mall for a while, mainly in the small shops on the basement level, rather than big stores.
Interesting pens, exquisite plates, cute plush toys, small knick-knacks—Nian Shutong bought quite a few.
After shopping, they simply found a self-service seafood barbecue restaurant to try.
Sitting down, Fu Yunhe took charge of grilling, and Nian Shutong focused on eating; unknowingly, their plates had been taken away multiple times, losing track of how many rounds.
"Ring-ring-ring—"
Nian Shutong’s phone rang; it was that photographer from yesterday.
