The Best Actor Insists On Living With Me!-Chapter 1664 - 1654: Sea of Sand (Part 6)

Shang Feifei was drinking water and almost sprayed it out. She held back, but choked on a gulp, quickly donned a mask and coughed.

I’ve seen shameless people, but never this shameless, Xia Siyu is just... too much.

The PD filming them had never seen this kind of situation and froze for a moment. But Shang Feifei’s cover-up seemed to prove her identity even more, and the shop owner immediately approached.

This is the West, where there are many ethnic minorities, but the shop owner is of Han Ethnicity, doing business here: "Is it really Shang Feifei? Hello, hello, hello, I am your fan."

He came over unabashedly to shake hands, unable to hide his excitement.

Shang Feifei was stunned for a moment, caught by the hand, but Han Yifan stepped forward slightly, blocking between them.

The shop owner looked at the cameraman behind them: "Are you here to film? I never thought you would come to our small town!" He eagerly turned his head: "Honey, come out quickly, guess who’s here!"

Xia Siyu didn’t want to interfere with the fan and the celebrity meetup, just wanted to ask: "So about this military coat..."

"Rent it! If Shang Feifei is here, of course, rent it, I’ll even give it to you!" He picked up the military coat, sniffed it, and smiled awkwardly: "This coat seems to have been worn before... I’ll go find a clean one in the warehouse for you."

He turned around and left after speaking.

"Hey, we don’t..." Shang Feifei wanted to talk, but Xia Siyu cheerfully stopped her: "Oh, it’s rare to meet your fan. Do you want one too? Essential for windproof and sandproof at night, fashionable must-have."

Shang Feifei was speechless: "Why don’t you say it’s you?"

Xia Siyu looked unperturbed: "Isn’t it convenient, you were recognized.—Don’t worry, you won’t owe me a favor, at worst we’ll cook tonight and give you a bowl of soup."

This guy, not cooking himself, spoke so casually; Han Yifan teased: "Am I supposed to be impressed?"

"That’s great, we were already frugal with our purchases, not even enough for ourselves." Xia Siyu quickly retracted her promise, leaving no space for refusal.

"You..." Han Yifan was speechless, just as he was speaking, the shop owner came out with a pile of clean military coats, beaming: "How many do you need?"

Xia Siyu said: "One." She turned and looked at Shang Feifei’s side: "And you?"

"No need." Han Yifan refused flatly.

Xia Siyu clicked her tongue: "No appreciation."

With Shang Feifei as a guarantor, sure enough, the shop owner cheerfully accepted their thirty yuan deposit, plus three days of rent, totaling one hundred and twenty. After settling, the shop owner said: "Miss Shang, can I take a photo with you? And get your autograph."

Shang Feifei couldn’t refuse and smiled as she agreed. Han Yifan wouldn’t take it sitting down, he deliberately asked: "Owner, do you have any celebrities you dislike? Like Xia Siyu, perhaps."

"Yeah, I don’t particularly like her." The shop owner echoed, Han Yifan looked at Xia Siyu secretly smiling.

"She looks bossy and hard to deal with, has lots of scandals, and her acting isn’t great either."

Speaking of these, Xia Siyu didn’t mind much, but when the shop owner started criticizing her acting, she wasn’t pleased: "What’s wrong with Xia Siyu’s acting?"

Maybe the shop owner hadn’t been to the cinema for years and didn’t know she transformed, just said: "Isn’t she a famous vase? Beautiful, always playing similar roles in movies."

Xia Siyu didn’t explode yet, Bo Yan calmly said beside: "She’s transitioned now, even won Best Supporting Actress at Cannes, progressed a lot."

The shop owner was puzzled: "Which star’s assistant are you?" Why is he helping outsiders?

Xia Siyu wanted to speak, but Bo Yan pulled her arm, taking her away: "Then we’ll be going first." He finished, looking at Han Yifan and Shang Feifei: "Are you still buying?"

The two shook their heads and retreated. When they exited, the shop owner was puzzled: "Strange, it’s evident they’re assistants, but they seem to have an equal relationship with Shang Feifei."

Saying that, he picked up the signed deposit slip to glance at, and saw the signature: Xia Siyu.

Shop owner: "..."

**

Despite some hiccups, Xia Siyu and the group finally got their gear together. Returning to the starting point, Zhou Weiwei and the seniors’ two groups had also returned, mostly preparing food and water. After all, water scarcity in the desert is common knowledge.

Everything was ready, Xia Siyu mounted a camel and began the bumpy journey.

In recent years, the desert has grown tamarisk and sea buckthorn to prevent wind and sand, so it’s not as barren as before. Following the highway, they walked for a while before nearby houses and pedestrians dwindled, and beautiful wind-eroded mushrooms appeared in the distance.

This is a unique geographical landscape formed by the erosion of original mountains by wind and sand. Now it’s near evening, the sun isn’t scorching, but the desert remains mostly sand, endless as far as the eye can see. Only this highway, like a ribbon slicing the horizon, led them forward.

Riding a camel was stable for Xia Siyu, Bo Yan was still curious: "Have you ridden camels before?"

Xia Siyu nodded: "Yes, in Morocco. But they were dromedaries, here they are Bactrian."

Morocco and Italy just span the Mediterranean Sea, easy access. He asked: "Did you go as a child?"

"What else?"

Shang Feifei overheard their chatter and joined: "You went to Casablanca?"

Xia Siyu nodded: "Been there."

Morocco is the pearl of North Africa; besides the desert, it boasts Mediterranean charm, ancient Roman ruins, and a cherished film "Casablanca" among movie buffs.

Many who’ve seen the movie long for this place, even specifically visiting the hotel where it was filmed.

The film embodies justice and evil, parting and reunion, national sentiment, love, and responsibility. It has that tragic fate of gaining then losing forever.

Just listening to them mention "Casablanca," the seniors seemed interested and joined the discussion. But more people chatting made Xia Siyu silent, shakingly watching distant wind-eroded mushrooms.

Actually, this trip was originally Xia Youbiao agreeing to vacation with her and her mother; they both loved "Casablanca." But he flew to Italy without going to Morocco, as Xia Siyu’s grandfather fell seriously ill, summoning him back. At the airport in Rome, one flew east, returning to China, while she and her mom headed south, over the Mediterranean to Morocco.

The film was a tragedy, and reality seemed like one too.