This Female Celebrity Comes from the Cultivation World

Chapter 4

The two got off the car from the film and television city, who knows if they were actors inside.

In addition, there were young people going to the film and television city with cameras to shoot their own videos. The driver was already used to seeing weird things.

But the two passengers in the car were obviously better looking than the actors currently shown on TV, even more beautiful.

The driver couldn't help feeling itchy while stepping on the accelerator and said, "Are you two stars? Which show are you acting in? Can you give me an autograph? I will definitely go home and watch it later."

Song Jixing politely smiled: “We are not stars, but actors. However, the name of the show is confidential so we can’t reveal it for the moment.”

"If you want an autograph, we can give you one when getting off later."

"Great! Thank you..." the driver said happily.

When they arrived at the entrance of the community, Song Jixing paid the fare. The driver took out a notebook and a pen and handed it to her.

Song Jixing wrote a few vigorous words on it, and then handed it to the junior brother next to her.

Feng Juechen hesitated for a moment, looking at the smile on Song Jixing’s face, then took the paper and pen and imitated Song Jixing's handwriting to sign his own name on it.

After signing, he played with the pen, seeming to be curious about how to write words with this pen.

The driver took back the autographs and said in a loud and casual way, "I’ll give this pen to you!”

The driver thought Feng Juechen had the habit of playing with pens, just like his own children.

"It's your belonging, how can I take it!" Feng Juechen smiled and returned the items.

From his senior sister's and the person's reactions, this thing doesn't seem to be very valuable, but it’s very novel.

"It's okay, I still have a lot at home!" The driver said enthusiastically. He took a look at the community across the street. The environment was elegant and there were tall buildings everywhere, which is a nice place.

Song Jixing thanked him again and took her junior brother out of the car.

At this time, it’s working and school hours, still too early for lunch, there were only a few pedestrians on the street. Occasionally some passersby would pause and look at them for a moment.

Y City is a big city. With the vigorous development of the city every year, during the Animation Expo, a large number of young people wearing strange costumes would emerge in the city. In addition, there were various photography studios.

Although Feng Juechen's outfit looked peculiar, it was not uncommon.

After making sure the driver drove away, Song Jixing took Feng Juechen across the street and turned into a small alley next to them. They walked a few hundred meters inside.

They stopped in front of an old shabby community. On the left pillar at the entrance of the community hung a few weathered and peeling iron sheet characters.

- Hong Zhaoyang Redisential Area

It was an old neighborhood with many old people. Song Jixing chose this place mainly because of the affordable price and convenient transportation.

Despite being an old community, it had elevators and heating like the newer ones. It’s close to the subway station with vegetable markets and shopping malls everywhere, making everywhere easily accessible.

More importantly, there were mostly old people in the community who were not her silly sweet drama’s target audience.

There was no need to worry about being recognized.

Song Jixing listened carefully to the sounds in the community and confirmed the location of the chatting old people. She took Feng Juechen around to avoid those seniors.

Finally, she stopped at the door of her own unit building.

Song Jixing thought, attracting attention was not a good thing, especially since the person behind was still a complete outsider.

With a “ding dong” sound, the elevator door opened.

A young man wearing glasses, plaid shirt and jeans holding a plastic bag stood inside, with a faint smell of food coming out.

It looked like he just came out to throw away some takeout boxes...

The young man stood in the elevator staring at Feng Juechen for a few moments with his mouth open.

After two seconds, he hurried out of the elevator and nodded at them before running to the door of the single building.

Song Jixing comforted herself that it was just an ordinary neighbor and nothing serious.

Song Jixing entered the elevator with Feng Juechen standing quietly behind her. He observed the interior environment of the elevator and glanced at the big human face ads on both sides, advertising home renovation and beauty salons.

What is beauty? Something that makes people look nicer?

Feng Juechen was full of questions in mind, but didn’t ask them out loud as he waited for his senior sister to slowly explain things to him.

As soon as they exited the elevator, sounds floated from outside the fourth floor window.

“Little Liu, let me secretly tell you that there is a celebrity living in our building! I just saw... Why do you speak like that? Even if not a celebrity, at least someone who takes photos! So handsome!”

...

How was that secretly telling!

Judging from the loud voice, it should be the person they met at the elevator entrance just now.

Sigh—

Song Jixing sighed in her heart as she took out the key from her bag, twisted the doorknob, and brought Feng Juechen into the house.

Inside, a man and a woman were sitting neatly on the sofa.

They both had their legs crossed with their long hair styled and heads held high. One held a remote control glaring at the TV in front, while the other had a laptop on her lap.

They both turned their heads when Song Jixing entered. The one with laptop was her senior sister Yu Qing, and the one watching TV was her senior brother Shen Feixian.

“Junior brother is here!”

“Junior brother, when did you get here?”

Feng Juechen chuckled and bowed, “Greetings, senior brother and sister.” He took a glance at his oddly dressed senior brother and sister, and then at his own senior sister’s narrow dwelling. He felt it was very interesting.

Sunlight slanted through the dense plants on the windowsill, illuminating the interior of the house. On the TV screen, a female broadcaster with fine features in a bright red suit was rigorously presenting the afternoon news with raised eyebrows and standard announcer voice.

“...It shows that our country's manned space program has made new important progress, laying a solid foundation for sending our astronauts into space in the near future...”

Seeing the happy reunion between the senior brothers, Song Jixing felt complicated inside.

These were all 200-year-old monsters. What difficulties could they not get through?

Song Jixing lowered her head to pick up a shoebox from a nearby shoe rack and put it in front of Feng Juechen. She stood with hands on her hips and said solemnly, “Remember to put on shoe covers when entering the house!”

Shen Feixian stopped pouring tea, looked back and said, “That’s right! Must wear them. I just mopped the floor today, don’t make it dirty!”

Feng Juechen looked at the shoe box in front. Under Song Jixing’s demonstration, he put the plastic bags from inside over his own feet.

Covers to isolate dust? Devices of this era? Feng Juechen thought as he wore them.

Feng Juechen had seen this thing in many places today. It was truly wonderful.