298 Blowing Breath

I have to say John Stuart has a carefree, unrestrained personality, and he is also a chatterbox. He and Zhen Fan have never stopped at the dinner table, and asked Zhen Fan about some of his experiences in China. .

The questions were very detailed, even about Zhen Fan going up the mountain to catch chickens and dogs when he was a child, especially about Zhen Fan's magic tricks on the Spring Festival Gala. This guy seemed very interested and insisted on Zhen Fan performing after dinner.

"I need some props!" Zhen Fan made an excuse.

"What do you want, I'll give you what, if you don't have you go home and get it!" John insisted, obviously this guy was skeptical of Zhen Fan's performance, how could it be like that? Better than David? Not to mention the so-called perverted magic that challenges the limits of human beings who abuse themselves on the street, this kind of magic that wins purely with technology and techniques is the essence of magic.

"Dad—" Seeing Zhen Fan's embarrassment, Christine quit. She elongated her voice and said coquettishly to John, "Do you like David very much?"

"No, honey, I like Zhen's magic tricks, that's all!"

"Okay, that's great!" Christine put down the knife and fork, made a "jingle" sound on the plate, then stepped aside and waved to John, "I need to talk to you, Dad !"

"Of course, why not?" John put down the knife and fork, and walked towards Christine. The two turned a corner, avoiding Zhen Fan, and lowered their voices as much as possible.

"Dad, what's your problem?" Christine waved her hands, expressing her dissatisfaction to John, "Why are you targeting him?"

John stopped, and then looked at Christine seriously: "Yes, I was targeting him, but... my daughter, there must be a man who is completely worthy of her, Zhen may or may not be able to do it Yes. I know he is a doctor, but... Chinese medicine is not the mainstream in the United States. If he can perform such fantastic magic tricks like the gala in their country, he may have a great future in the entertainment industry."

"God, you're crazy!" Christine was almost going mad, "I can't believe you're thinking that, Daddy, you ruined one woman's happiness, why should you ruin another woman's happiness?" ?”

"The thing with your mom...it was an accident! I'm so sorry about it, baby!" John reached out and tried to brush Christine's hair, but Christine turned her head away.

But John didn't care at all, he just withdrew his hand in embarrassment, still kept smiling and said: "You know what I do, I have been in the TV industry for decades, my experience and his talent can completely create David Copperfield's achievements, no, even surpass him!"

"This... this is crazy,

It is impossible for Zhen to agree, he doesn't care about the status of a magic master, he doesn't care about this, I know what he thinks! "Kristen stared at John, "If...you stop Zhen and me in the name of love, then you are bound to be disappointed!" "

"I'm not trying to stop you..."

"Okay, let's go eat your dinner, this is really a great surprise for me." Christine said fiercely, turned her face away, pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and then turned around. He walked out from the corner and smiled at Zhen Fan.

"How's your talk with your father?" Zhen Fan shrugged his shoulders lightly.

"It's very pleasant, you know, it's rare for me and Christine to meet each other, and each time we leave in a hurry, so... there are always some private things to talk about, sorry for keeping you waiting!" John also turned around Yes, and smiled at Zhen Fan, "But I still appreciate your cooking skills very much, and your wine!"

"Thank you!" Zhen Fan smiled, "Well, I can perform some tricks for you, but it's just a trick. We Chinese have a saying that is very applicable to the magic world: If you take it seriously, then you lost."

"I'm looking forward to it!" John raised his glass, sat down, and looked at Zhen Fan with a smile.

"Um, it's just an extension of my magic trick that night." Zhen Fan suddenly turned his head and smiled at Christine, "Kristine, can you bring me a piece of paper?"

"Of course!" Christine shrugged her shoulders helplessly at Zhen Fan, expressing that she could do nothing about her father's stubbornness, and gave another apologetic look.

After a while, Christine took out a large white paper, A3 size paper that could be printed, spread it on the dining table in front of Zhen Fan, and stepped back helplessly.

"Well, Mr. Stewart, may I borrow your spoon?"

Zhen Fan spread out the white paper, raised his head, and smiled at John.

"Of course." John was taken aback, and immediately picked up the spoon in his hand, hesitating for a moment, "Do you need me to wipe it clean?" There was still a piece of unfinished beef on his spoon.

"No, no, it's okay, I just need this most primitive state!" Zhen Fan smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Stewart, this magic trick is actually very simple!"

"I'm looking forward to it!" John said the same thing, he is a famous TV program producer, as long as he wants, he can make Zhen Fan the most powerful magician in the world.

Zhen Fan carefully placed the spoon on the white paper, and soon a spot of oil stain appeared on the white paper, and then continued to expand, and soon a large puddle of oil stain appeared.

"This is...magic?" John tried to ask, he felt a little funny.

"This is part of magic." Zhen Fan smiled, then stretched out his upper hand to cover the spoon, covering John's sight, and smiled, "Since it's magic, there are always some things that people can't see."

"As you like!" John shrugged his shoulders, but his eyes kept trying to look down, but he couldn't see anything because Zhen Fan's hand was very low.

"Zhen, this is just a game..." Christine looked at Zhen Fan worriedly, fearing that he would not be able to handle it. After all, he had no preparations, so he started to perform magic tricks. The magical performance of the Spring Festival Gala, but... that was prepared.

"Don't worry, Christine, I'm still the omnipotent Zhen, don't worry!" Zhen Fan smiled and patted Christine's hand. Also leaned over.

"Is there any magical place?"

John looked at the two and shrugged his shoulders indifferently. He didn't see anything unusual, so he was already disappointed in this so-called miraculous performance from the bottom of his heart.

"Kistin, if you breathe into my hand, then...a miracle will happen!" Zhen Fan suddenly turned his head, and smiled at Christine who was leaning his head on his shoulder behind him, "May I?"

"Of course!" Christine smiled. Every time she saw Zhen Fan smiling at him, she knew that he must have something in mind, so she couldn't help smiling when she relaxed, mischievously. Jumped out from behind Zhen Fan, then leaned over and blew lightly on Zhen Fan's hands covered with white paper.

"Need I say a moment to witness a miracle?"

"I hope you take your hand away immediately!"

Before Christine could speak, John yelled at him impatiently. He was a little impatient after being tortured by Zhen Fan. If he could, he'd probably say, "Damn it, get that damn hand off of you and let me see how amazing you are. You bastard!"

"Okay, okay, I'll save that sentence, I don't bother with piracy, because I'm better than the original!" Zhen Fan said, suddenly let go of his hands, and then opened his arms and shouted, "Ha Lelujah—”

With the opening of Zhen Fan's hand, a piece of white paper was quietly placed on the dining table, but the paper was no longer pure and flawless, because on the top of the paper, there was a spoon, which was stained with water. The spoon with oil stains and beef residue was on the white paper.

"God!" John took a step forward, his eyes were fixed on the white paper on the table, and then he stretched out his hand and gently stroked it, muttering, "It's incredible, it's incredible, This is a masterpiece!"

He stroked the white paper over and over again, trying to find out its difference and its mystery. Yes, the spoon on the paper is missing, and there is another spoon on the white paper, not a living existence, but a scene in a painting. The spoon is still the same spoon, with oil stains and meat residues, just like a printed photo.

"how did you do it?"

John finally saw the magic of Zhen Fan with his own eyes. He was ecstatic, like a poor and crazy person who suddenly discovered a big gold mine, and fell into a hysterical state.

"Do magicians have to reveal their magic tricks to others?" Zhen Fan shrugged his shoulders at John, "If possible, I can add a little more, um... How about a bowl of soup? Where there is a spoon , there must be soup!" Zhen Fan said, picked up the soup bowl, and put it on the white paper.

"Don't, don't cover it!" John called out hastily.

"OK, no problem!" Zhen Fan nodded, which surprised John a bit. He just wanted to see how Zhen Fan turned these things onto white paper and turned them into a painting.

"But you have to close your eyes!" Zhen Fan laughed, "Either let me cover it, or you close your eyes, which one would you choose? Mr. Stewart!"

"Pfft!" Christine next to him couldn't help laughing, and quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

"Okay, I choose to keep my eyes open!" John looked at Zhen Fan helplessly, and said reluctantly.

"I knew that Mr. Stewart would make a wise choice!" Zhen Fan covered the soup pot with his hands again, and blinked at Christine, "Blow one breath, and this pot of soup becomes a painting." something!"

Christine moved her lips together and looked at Zhen Fan with a smile: "Then... is it the miracle created by your magic, or the magic brought by my breath?" (To be continued.)q