A Walk-on Actor Who Wants to Be A Baker - Chapter 54(END)

Chapter 54: Side Story 4: Boarding a Pirate Ship
Translator: Flying Lines
After the movie was released, Fang Qiao, who had quit the show biz, won the first award for movie and TV play in his life: The Best Walker-on.

How did it come? Lu Yanzhou bought it by using his contacts in the show biz.

Lu Yanzhou wanted to surprise Fang Qiao and didn’t tell him in advance. This day Lu Yanzhou came home with newly bought food in one hand and a golden trophy in the other. Fang Qiao, who was cleaning the house, put down his vacuum cleaner and ran to open the door. When he saw the trophy, he asked casually, “Is that the giveaway for the food you bought?”

Lu Yanzhou: “…”

Before turning in that night, Lu Yanzhou patiently explained the origin of the trophy to Fang Qiao, and said that he had asked for many people’s help and even turned to Lu Yanxing to get it.

After listening carefully to Lu Yanzhou explaining how valuable the trophy was, Fang Qiao was dumbfounded and asked, “Why bother like this?”

Lu Yanzhou rubbed Fang Qiao’s newly dyed yellow hair and said, “You never won any award. So I want you to enjoy the great feeling of it.”

Fang Qiao pouted and mumbled, “What’s so great about this? It’s not as enjoyable as your little bro… ah! Dear!”

Before Fang finished speaking, he was picked up by Lu Yanzhou and carried back to the bedroom, forcing to enjoy ‘it’ to the fullest.

The next day, Lu Yanzhou slept late again. When he got up, he didn’t see Fang Qiao. After looking around the room, he found his Baby Qiao hiding quietly in the study, wiping the spotless trophy with a handkerchief.

Lu Yanzhou chuckled, and Fang Qiao paused awkwardly, turning around and explaining in a pale voice, “I…I’m just checking if there’s any dust.”

“Well, I see. It needs a good cleaning after a night,” Lu Yanzhou firmly agreed.

Fang Qiao, under Lu Yanzhou’s gaze, gave the trophy two more wipes calmly before putting it back on the shelf.

Lu Yanzhou’s bookshelf was stuffed full, only a small part of which belonged to him. At this time, Fang Qiao suddenly thought of something and drew an album from it.

Lu Yanzhou recognized that this was brought by Fang Qiao when he moved in. It was all pictures of his childhood. In fact, Lu Yanzhou always wanted to see Fang Qiao’s childhood. However, after he moved in, their nightlife was too busy to look at it.

Fang Qiao opened the album and didn’t let Lu Yanzhou enjoy it carefully. He turned several pages and fixed his eyes on a photo directly.

Lu Yanzhou followed his sight and was stunned by what he saw. There were two boys, one tall and on short, in the picture, which was clearly a miniature version of them.

Fang Qiao pointed at the tall boy and said, “You have been to our orphanage.”

Lu Yanzhou nodded slowly and murmured, “I didn’t know that was you.”

When Lu Yanzhou graduated from primary school, he went to the orphanage with his father in the summer vacation.

He remembered that day when Old Mr. Lu stood among the children and asked them what they wanted to do when they grew up. Everyone volunteered in high spirits to give answers like scientist or teacher. Only a thin and small boy raised his hand and said loudly, “I want to be a baker.”

Everyone laughed. The little boy became upset, pouted his lips and walked out of the crowd, squatting under the tree to count the ants.

Lu Yanzhou thought the little brother was very interesting and lovely at that time, so he went to chat with him.

The six-year-old Fang Qiao looked malnourished, but had round and big eyes. He blinked at Lu Yanzhou, aggrieved and stubborn, “Why can’t I be a baker?”

Lu Yanzhou couldn’t answer. He pointed out another way, “You are good-looking, you can be a star.”

Fang Qiao had a vague idea of what a star was and only heard that stars were all rich people who could eat cake every day, so he was a bit tempted.

“I’m going to be the boss of stars. You can come to me,” Lu said.

Fang Qiao, blinking his big eyes again, grinned and said happily, “OK, I will.”

Lu Yanzhou stared at the picture for a long time, then turned his head and kissed on Fang Qiao’s cheek, tenderness accumulating in his eyes, “Then you really came to me.”

Fang Qiao heaved a long sigh, ‘Surely I did, boarding a pirate ship.”