After I Transmigrated into the Novel, I made the Heroine Fall for Me - Chapter 73

In the end, Fang Qingying still went to the night market with Gu Shengxiao.

The night market at the farmhouse was small but complete, with over a dozen stalls surrounded by people.

Seeing such a lively street, Fang Qingying’s drowsiness instantly vanished. Dressed in casual clothes with her hair tied in a high ponytail, she bounced around like a spirited little rabbit.

She darted from one place to another, everything in her eyes seeming novel and exciting.

Gu Shengxiao quietly followed behind Fang Qingying, letting her run around freely.

“Xiaoxiao, look! There’s a clay figurine stall!” Fang Qingying stood in front of a small stall, waving at Gu Shengxiao from a distance.

The clay figurine stall was run by an elderly man. On the display shelf were several small, cheerful-looking fortune dolls, along with little animals like roosters and rabbits.

Hearing Fang Qingying’s voice, the old man adjusted his reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and chuckled warmly. “Little girl, want to make some clay figurines? Ten yuan each, very affordable.”

“I want two clay figurines,” Fang Qingying said, holding up two fingers. “One of me and one of her.”

She pulled Gu Shengxiao to her side. Both were wearing matching sportswear and had their hair tied in the same high ponytails, making them look almost like twins at first glance.

“Alright,” the old man replied, adjusting his glasses as he studied them carefully. Within minutes, he began shaping the clay.

Despite his trembling hands, the old man’s fingers were remarkably steady when it came to crafting the figurines.

His clay figurines were exquisitely detailed, even down to the miniature versions of the accessories they wore.

Although the waiting time felt somewhat tedious, watching their little figures gradually take shape made it far from boring.

After a short while, Fang Qingying yawned out of boredom, clinging to Gu Shengxiao like a sloth. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she could barely keep herself awake.

“You can rest for a bit while standing. The old man’s figurines might take a little longer,” Gu Shengxiao said softly, her eyes gently sweeping over Fang Qingying’s tired face as she wrapped an arm around her to hold her close.

Fang Qingying nodded.

She was truly exhausted, the earlier excitement having completely faded.

Perhaps moving around had kept sleepiness at bay, but once she grew still, drowsiness inevitably set in.

“Is she your beloved?” the old man suddenly asked as he compared the two of them to the clay figurines in his hands.

“Yes, she is my beloved,” Gu Shengxiao replied with a slight nod, a hint of affection in her eyes. She lifted her hand to rest Fang Qingying’s head against her shoulder, ensuring she wouldn’t slip down.

The old man seemed lost in thought, his eyes glistening with unshed tears before he lowered his head and silently continued shaping the clay.

After a long pause, the old man finally spoke. “That’s good, that’s really good.”

His gaze seemed to look past Gu Shengxiao and Fang Qingying, as if seeing someone else, his eyes filled with regret and sorrow.

“Stay together always,” the old man said, pausing in his final touches as he carefully sealed the clay figurines in a box and handed it to Gu Shengxiao.

“If only I had been more open-minded back then, my daughter wouldn’t have. Ah!”

Gu Shengxiao didn’t dwell on his words. Instead, she gently woke Fang Qingying before reaching out to take the bag containing the two clay figurines.

“Thank you,” Gu Shengxiao said softly after paying.

She glanced at the packaging box and noticed a phrase written on it, a blessing.

“A harmonious union lasting a hundred years.”

Fang Qingying waved goodbye to the elderly man in a daze.

Tears welled up in the old man’s eyes as he watched the two young women walk away.

After they had gone quite a distance, an impatient Fang Qingying quickly found a bench meant for resting and sat down.

“What do the clay figures look like? Did you take a look, Xiaoxiao?” Fang Qingying patted the empty spot beside her on the bench and looked up to ask.

She fell asleep quickly and woke up just as fast.

Gu Shengxiao shook her head, speaking as she took the box out of the tote bag. “Not yet.”

The two transparent gift boxes allowed them to clearly see the little clay figures inside, which looked like miniature versions of her and Gu Shengxiao.

It had to be said, the old man’s craftsmanship was excellent. Ten yuan apiece was definitely a loss for him.

“The old man even gave us a box with ‘A harmonious union lasting a hundred years’ written on it. Hee hee, I love it,” Fang Qingying said as she picked up the box to examine it closely. The first thing she noticed was that the base of the clay figure had the same words written on it as the outside of the box.

She liked that phrase.

She never wanted to be separated from Gu Shengxiao.

“I like it too,” Gu Shengxiao nodded, interlacing their fingers as she leaned in close to Fang Qingying’s ear and whispered, “Where does Xiao Ying plan to put them?”

“Ah, I was thinking like this,” Fang Qingying lowered her head, her cheeks slightly flushed. “You hold onto my clay figure, and I’ll hold onto yours.”

That way, she could keep “Gu Shengxiao” by her side at all times.

Gu Shengxiao seemed to understand Fang Qingying’s intention, and the corners of her lips unconsciously lifted into a smile.

She said, “That’s fine, but I’d prefer if Xiao Ying carried me with her, not just my clay figure.”

Fang Qingying pouted, “You can’t shrink down to fit in my pocket, so you’re not as good as it!”

888: Hey, interested in a shrinking potion?

Fang Qingying: Get lost, don’t interrupt my date.

888: Farewell.

888 sighed once again, lamenting that it was a “useless” system.

“You seemed upset for a moment just now?” Gu Shengxiao looked at Fang Qingying suspiciously, not blinking as she watched her, afraid to miss any change in her expression.

“Ah? Of course! I’m always thinking about keeping Xiaoxiao by my side every moment!” Fang Qingying declared confidently, completely unaware of how possessive her words sounded.

Gu Shengxiao didn’t refute her. Instead, she soothingly ruffled Fang Qingying’s hair and said gently, “Alright, I’ll wait for you.”

Compared to the Gu Shengxiao others spoke of, Fang Qingying felt that the Gu Shengxiao before her was the most vibrant and real “Gu Shengxiao.”

This version of “Gu Shengxiao” was known only to her.

The thought made Fang Qingying incredibly happy.

Fang Qingying placed the box back into the tote bag, took Gu Shengxiao’s hand, and headed toward the other stalls, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

“Xiaoxiao, look, there’s a pair of little rabbit pendants here. Should we buy them?”

“Okay.”

“Xiaoxiao, look, cotton candy!”

“Let’s get some.”

“Xiaoxiao, how about we compete to catch goldfish? The one who catches more can make a request.”

“Alright.”

A short while later, squatting by the goldfish tank, Fang Qingying stared at the paper net in her hand and the small fishbowl containing only one goldfish, her mood unusually complicated.

Why is Gu Shengxiao so skilled with the exact same tools?

Gu Shengxiao said indifferently, “You lost.”

Fang Qingying: “Couldn’t you have gone easy on me?”

Gu Shengxiao fell silent for a moment: “I lost?”

Fang Qingying: “Yay!”

Happy times are always fleeting.

For the Nth time, Fang Qingying rested her chin in her hands and sighed on the film set.

The crew members bustled around her, busy and occupied, while she alone had nothing to do and felt utterly bored.

Fang Qingying picked up the freshly printed new script and began flipping through it. Due to the addition of many new scenes, her own screen time had been reduced once again.

Rumor had it that the character paired with “Palace Mistress Hua” would be played by Gu Shengxiao.

On the day the cast was announced, social media was abuzz with excitement. However, to maintain an air of mystery, no one knew what kind of role it would be.

“Ms. Fang, your scene is up next. Please head to the dressing room to change,” a crew member approached Fang Qingying and spoke softly.

“Alright,” Fang Qingying replied, putting away the script and following the crew member.

When she reached the dressing room, the outfit handed to her was not the one she had worn before. Instead, it had a youthful, almost girlish feel to it, reminiscent of attire from her teenage years.

Fang Qingying rubbed the fabric of the clothes, it was soft and lightweight. Filming period dramas in the summer was always a challenge, mainly because of the layers upon layers of clothing that made it stiflingly hot. Even before shooting began, she would already be drenched in sweat, which truly tested an actor’s endurance.

She skimmed through the script again and found a scene specifically written for “Palace Mistress Hua” and her counterpart. The description matched the outfit in her hands perfectly.

Not long after, someone knocked on the door and called out, “Ms. Fang, are you done changing? It’s time for makeup.”

“Coming,” Fang Qingying replied, tying her waistband and lifting the hem of her skirt as she stepped out.

The moment she pushed the door open, she suddenly felt countless gazes fixed on her.

Fang Qingying: “…”

Had she worn the wrong outfit or something?

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly as her gaze swept around, discreetly taking in the expressions of those nearby. Their looks weren’t strange, just surprised.

This realization eased her mind.

Her face, free of makeup, carried a hint of bewilderment in her eyes, giving her an innocent, harmless appearance.

The wide sleeves of her dress concealed her delicate wrists, revealing only her slender fingers. Her graceful, almost ethereal figure was draped in a light cyan gown, with a green waistband accentuating her slim waist. As she moved, the hem of her skirt swayed like rippling clouds.

“I suddenly feel like Ms. Fang could outshine a crowd even without makeup,” someone in the crowd remarked unexpectedly.

“She truly lives up to her reputation as the woman who unifies half the entertainment industry’s beauty standards.”

“Every time I see her, I’m amazed. I can’t wait for The Legend of Su Yue to air.”

“To be honest, I have a friend who’d love to see this.”

Someone pulled out their phone, but unfortunately, Fang Qingying didn’t linger for long.

Having figured out why everyone was staring at her, Fang Qingying cheerfully made her way to the makeup room to find the makeup artist.

Compared to her time in Director Liu’s crew, where she was just an unknown actress sharing a makeup room with others, she now had her own private space.

This counted as progress, right?

Fang Qingying thought to herself.

“Ms. Fang, please cooperate a little,” the makeup artist said helplessly, noticing Fang Qingying stifling a laugh. “Close your eyes first.”

Fang Qingying obediently sat up straight, listening to the makeup artist’s instructions and allowing herself to be “manipulated.”

But before long, a commotion arose outside.

It didn’t sound like the arrival of some important figure more like trouble had come knocking.

Frowning, Fang Qingying stepped outside, but she hadn’t taken more than a few steps when a woman stumbled and collapsed right at her feet. The woman’s movements were so swift, it seemed as if she had deliberately thrown herself there to stage a scam.

Frowning, Fang Qingying subtly shifted her steps away.

Rejecting scams starts with me.

But clearly, the other party had no intention of letting Fang Qingying escape. She quickly reached out and grabbed the hem of Fang Qingying’s skirt. Lifting her head with a pitiable expression, her beautiful eyes reddened and brimming with tears, she looked utterly heart-wrenching.

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