As expected, Pei Yubai's lips twitched slightly when he saw that comment.
He tapped the edge of his phone twice with his fingers and said, "I'll naturally give my Yuanyuan allowance; I don't need your help."
His tone was as usual, neither warm nor cold, but his words were relatively restrained and did not break people's defenses like when he talked about the Imperial Fans.
But it also left the Xiao Yuan Grains on the other side of the screen stunned for quite a while.
[ Yuanyuan, look at him]
[He's so arrogant]
[Who asked him? Who made him say it?]
[Who asked you? Shut up, okay?]
Qiguan Yuan glanced at Pei Yubai, then reached out and squeezed his fingers. "Don't tease them."
Pei Yubai didn't speak, shifting his gaze back to the screen, his fingers ceasing their tapping, and he obediently held his phone.
Qiguan Yuan's fingers were still resting on his fingers, and he didn't pull them away.
Just then, Pei Yubai's phone vibrated. He glanced at the pop-up window at the top and saw a message from Song Yuan, telling him to get ready to take pictures.
He held the phone up to Qiguan Yuan, Qiguan Yuan glanced at the screen and nodded.
Pei Yubai stood up and handed the phone to Qiguan Yuan: " Yuanyuan, take this. I'll come find you when I'm done."
Qiguan Yuan took the phone and glanced at him.
Pei Yubai had already turned and left, walking quickly. He paused at the door, glanced back, and Qiguan Yuan waved to him. Pei Yubai was gone.
Qiguan Yuan, holding his phone, shifted his position in the chair.
He propped his phone up on the table, pointing the camera at himself, then leaned back in his chair with his legs stretched out.
After Pei Yubai left, the comments section took a different turn, with the Xiao Yuan Grains) starting to dominate.
[ Yuanyuan, Pei Yubai is gone]
[Now that he's gone, we can finally talk to you properly.]
[ Yuanyuan, when are you going back to Cloud-Hidden Town?]
[Could you stay a few more days?]
Qiguan Yuan looked at the comments but didn't reply. His fingers tapped lightly on the edge of his phone, one tap at a time, unhurriedly.
As a comment scrolled across the screen, his gaze paused. " Yuanyuan, could you hold a meet-and-greet? We want a red string too."
After reading the comment, Qiguan Yuan paused for a moment. "Meet and Greet?"
He thought for a moment, then shook his head. "I'll stay with Pei Yubai days, then I have to go back. I might not be able to make the meeting; I don't promise things I can't do."
The viewers in the live chat weren't really expecting it to work, so they all lowered their expectations:
[Could you hold an online lottery?]
[Use red string as a prize]
[Yes, a lottery will do.]
[Let's skip the meet-and-greet, you can do the raffle instead.]
[Pull the red string]
[Just the kind of red string you sell]
Qiguan Yuan looked at the comments and asked, "You guys want the red string?"
The screen was flooded with comments:
[want to!!!]
I'm so envious of those Yuanyuan red strings.
[+1]
Qiguan Yuan looked at the comments but didn't say anything.
Fans' obsession with Qiguan Yuan's red string stems from the fact that they failed to obtain it from Qiguan Yuan twice.
One reason is that they feel the red string is extremely compatible with their Yuanyuan; who wouldn't want a red string that their Yuanyuan has touched?
Furthermore, in the past two days, netizens who bought Qiguan Yuan's red thread have been posting on Weibo, all reporting that they have inexplicably gained some unexpected wealth in various ways.
That's really intriguing.
Who doesn't have a strong enough obsession with getting rich?
Qiguan Yuan believed he could handle it, so he said, "I can have Pei Yubai help me."
The fans were so excited they danced and cheered.
Qiguan Yuan did not answer any further questions from the live chat. He stood up, took his phone, and walked out of the filming area.
The corridor was long, and light streamed in through the windows, falling in patches on the floor.
Qiguan Yuan walked slowly, his steps light, making no sound on the floor.
He held his phone up in front of him, making sure the camera was facing his face.
He said, "Let me show you around," and the comments section went wild again.
Actually, he just wanted to go for a walk.
But the fans naturally went along with him; they were happy as long as they could see Yuanyuan.
Qiguan Yuan walked down the corridor, turned a corner, and came to a wooden door that was open.
He went outside and found himself in a courtyard with several bamboo trees. Under the bamboo trees was a stone table with a chessboard carved on it.
Qiguan Yuan didn't stop; he crossed the courtyard and went out through another door.
Outside is a bluestone-paved road, with white-walled and gray-tiled houses on both sides, and moss growing at the base of the walls.
He walked for a while and saw a teahouse by the roadside.
The storefront is small, with wooden doors and windows. Several potted orchids are placed on the windowsill, and the windows are open, allowing a view of the interior furnishings.
The tables and chairs were made of dark wood, and a plain tablecloth covered the table. A calligraphy scroll hung on the wall with the character "tea" written on it; the strokes were thick and the ink was dark.
It was probably handwritten.
Qiguan Yuan glanced at the doorway and went inside.
He hadn't had tea for several days.
A waiter dressed in plain clothes approached and bowed slightly. "Hello, what kind of tea would you like?"
Qiguan Yuan asked, "Do you have Dragon Ball Snow?" The waiter was taken aback, clearly not expecting anyone to order that.
She pursed her lips and nodded. "Yes, please wait a moment."
When Qiguan Yuan mentioned "Long Tuan Sheng Xue", fans who had never heard of the name asked about it.
[What kind of tea is Longtuan Shengxue?]
[Never heard of it]
I've never heard of it either.
Of course, there were also knowledgeable people, one of whom explained in a comment:
[Longtuan Shengxue was a top-grade tribute tea produced by the Northern Song Dynasty's Beiyuan Imperial Tea Factory. It was meticulously crafted from rare silver-thread water buds, resulting in a snow-white color, representing the pinnacle of Song Dynasty compressed tea. There was a saying that one tael of gold was worth one tael of Shengxue.]
[The original Song Dynasty edition is no longer available; only the Beiyuan replica remains.]
[After checking, I found that the Beiyuan replica is quite expensive, with a mid-range gift box costing between 800 and 2000 yuan. The high-end price ranges from 3000 to 6000 yuan.]
[So expensive!]
Qiguan Yuan found a seat by the window. The light from outside was excellent, shining on the tabletop, which was made of dark wood and gleamed in the sunlight.
He propped his phone up on the table, pointing the camera out the window, but not out the window; he pointed it at his own face.
A waiter came over carrying a tray with a white porcelain covered bowl and a fairness cup on it.
She placed the covered teacup in Qiguan Yuan, put the fairness cup next to it, bowed slightly, and stepped back. Qiguan Yuan did not rush to drink the tea.
He first glanced at the shape of the gaiwan, picked up the lid and smelled it, then put it down and waited for a while.
His gaze shifted from the covered bowl to the window.
A man sat by the window. He was a middle-aged man, wearing a dark jacket, with his hair neatly combed and a few gray hairs at his temples.
On the table in front of him was a chessboard, with black and white pieces arranged in a neat and orderly fashion; most of the pieces had already been played.
He held a white chess piece in his hand, hovering above the chessboard, not placing it.
His brow was slightly furrowed, as if he were pondering a difficult problem.
There was no one opposite him; he must be playing against himself.
He was captured on a phone screen, and people in the live chat immediately recognized him.
[That's Song Zhuangyi ]
[Is that Song Zhuangyi, the Go champion?]
[Yes, it's him.]
How did he end up here?
Holy crap, that's amazing!
Qiguan Yuan stared at the white piece in Song Zhuangyi's hand for a while.
Song Zhuangyi's brows furrowed even more; the white piece hovered above the chessboard, not yet placed.
Qiguan Yuan stood up from his chair and walked to Song Zhuangyi's table.
His steps were light, and when he walked to Song Zhuangyi's side, Song Zhuangyi did not look up, obviously unaware of Qiguan Yuan.
Qiguan Yuan looked down at the chessboard. The black and white pieces were intertwined, and the situation was very tense. The white pieces were surrounded by the black pieces. The left side was a dead end, and the right side was also a dead end. The only way to live was in the upper right corner, but there was a black piece blocking it.
Song Zhuangyi's white piece hovered above the chessboard, hesitating.
Observing the game in silence, Qiguan Yuan did not say anything.