Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"boom!"

After the powerful supernatural abilities collided violently, the weather suddenly changed, spatial rifts appeared, and multicolored lights spun rapidly before their eyes.

Stephen Chow felt like he had been stuffed into a washing machine; the world was spinning and his stomach was churning.

He tried desperately to grasp something, but he couldn't grasp anything.

"Dad! Dad?"

From the other end came Uncle Da's scream: "Son—I'm here—ouch—"

The sound grew farther and farther away, fainter and fainter, until it finally disappeared into the howling wind.

Stephen Chow's heart sank. He opened his mouth to shout, but a strong gust of wind blew in, choking him and making his eyes water.

I don't know how long I wandered around, but suddenly my eyes were filled with light.

The sunlight was so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

He felt himself falling, the wind whistling past his ears.

"thump--"

Stephen Chow crashed into the water, and icy water rushed in from all directions, filling his nose, mouth, and ears.

Stephen Chow struggled desperately, flailing his arms and legs in the water, his head occasionally breaking the surface.

In the blur, he saw a figure on the shore, a white horse, and a woman in white, smiling at him.

Sunlight shone from behind her, obscuring her features and revealing only her outline.

With long, flowing hair and dressed in pristine white, she looked like someone who had stepped out of a painting.

Stephen Chow opened his mouth, completely stunned.

Is this a fairy?

At this moment, her white dress fluttered in the wind like a cloud as she rode away with the white horse.

Zhou Xingxing tried to call out to her, struggled to his feet, staggered out of the stream, and chased after her.

By the time he reached the intersection, the white horse had already disappeared along the roadside carrying the woman in white.

He stood there, looking at the empty streets, feeling a deep emptiness in his heart.

Who is she?

What's her name?

Where does she live?

He knew nothing.

An old man was passing by on the roadside. Zhou Xingxing walked over to him, wanting to ask about the woman from earlier.

"Uncle, do you know that woman on horseback just now?"

The old man shook his head: "I don't know him."

"Does she pass by here often?"

"I don't know, this is the first time I've ever seen such a beautiful girl."

Stephen Chow persisted, "When she passed by the roadside, did you hear her say anything, like her name or address?"

The old man sized him up and down: "Young rascal, you're from out of town, aren't you? There are plenty of women in Shanghai, and you're so old, how would I know?"

Stephen Chow was speechless. After asking a few more questions about where he was, he sighed, turned around, and left.

Walking on the streets of Shanghai in 1932, one sees nothing but unfamiliar sights.

The rickshaws clanged and jingled, a woman in a cheongsam held an oil-paper umbrella, a man in a long gown carried a birdcage, a foreigner walked past him with an air of superiority, and a policeman swaggered around on patrol.

He was like a drop of water falling into the ocean, lost in this bustling yet unfamiliar city.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, he saw a familiar figure wearing a gray long gown, a black melon-shaped hat, and carrying a birdcage in his hand.

"Dad!"

Stephen Chow exclaimed in surprise and ran over.

The man turned around and froze.

Stephen Chow was also stunned.

That face looked exactly like Uncle Da's.

But his temperament isn't like Uncle Da's, and his eyes are different.

Uncle Da's eyes were simple and honest.

This person seems a bit silly and effeminate.

"Who are you? Why are you calling me dad?" The man frowned as he sized up Zhou Xingxing.

"If you don't call me 'Dad,' then who are you?" Zhou Xingxing realized that the person in front of him was not Uncle Da.

The man switched the birdcage to his other hand, raised his pinky finger, and said in a high-pitched voice, "My name is Zhou Dafu. Who are you?"

Chow Tai Fook?

Surname Zhou?

Stephen Chow's heart started racing.

He remembered that Uncle Da had said that his hometown was Shanghai and that his ancestors had done business in Shanghai.

Could this person be his grandfather?

"Do you know someone named Zhou Runda?" Zhou Xingxing asked.

Chow Tai Fook paused for a moment, then said, "Chow Yun-tat? That's a good name. I'll name my son that."

Stephen Chow's mind went blank for a moment.

He actually met his grandfather.

My dad chose his own name.

"Grandpa, my name is Zhou Xingxing, and I am your grandson!" he blurted out.

Zhou Dafu stared wide-eyed, looking Zhou Xingxing up and down, from top to bottom and from left to right, several times.

"You're my grandson? Are you kidding me? I don't even have a wife, where would I get a grandson this big?"

Zhou Xingxing then remembered that it was 1932, and his grandfather Zhou Dafu was not yet married.

He said it was his grandson, but who would believe that?

"Sir, please let me explain. I traveled from the future..."

"Time travel?"

Chow Tai Fook, with his pinky finger raised, said in an even shriller voice, "Have you been watching too many plays? You're crazy."

He picked up the birdcage, turned around, and left.

Zhou Xingxing chased after him: "Grandpa, I'm telling the truth, I really am your grandson. Look at my face, don't I look a bit like you?"

Zhou Dafu stopped, looked at him a few more times, and shook his head: "No, not at all. I'm so handsome, and you're so ugly. No, no, no."

Stephen Chow's lips twitched.

What sins did he commit in his past life to have such a grandfather?

"Grandpa, listen to me..."

"Don't call me grandpa!"

Zhou Dafu glared at him. "I'm only twenty-eight years old. You're calling me grandpa? If you make me sound old, how am I ever going to find a wife?"

Zhou Xingxing bit his lip and swallowed the word "grandfather".

Chow Tai Fook walked forward carrying the birdcage, and a myna bird inside the cage called out, "Hello, hello."

Stephen Chow followed behind, unsure of where to go.

He had no money, nowhere to live, and no one to know. The only person he knew was his grandfather, but his grandfather didn't acknowledge him.

"Grandpa, can you take me in?"

"No." Zhou Dafu didn't even turn his head.

Why?

"I have nowhere to live at home."

"I can sleep on the floor."

"I don't have a mattress on the floor at home."

"I can sleep on the sofa."

"I don't have a sofa at home."

Stephen Chow sighed helplessly, "So what do you have at home?"

Zhou Dafu thought for a moment and said, "If there's a bed, I'll sleep in it. There's no room for you."

Stephen Chow was completely speechless. He looked at the sky; the sun was about to set, and the horizon was tinged with orange-red.

He's going to have to sleep on the streets.

A master of special abilities travels back in time to Shanghai in 1932, only to find himself sleeping on the streets on his very first night.

Zhou Xingxing sighed and followed Zhou Dafu into an alley.

The alley is deep, with old-fashioned Shikumen houses on both sides. Colorful clothes hang on the clotheslines, several middle-aged women are picking vegetables at their doorsteps, and children are chasing and playing in the alley.

The atmosphere was very lively.

Chow Tai Fook stopped in front of a door, took out his key, and opened it.

"Don't follow me anymore. I won't take you in. Go back to your future."

Stephen Chow stood at the door, watching it close.

He heard a woman's voice coming from inside: "Dafu, why are you back so late? I have something to discuss with you about our marriage."

Then came Chow Tai Fook's voice: "I met a lunatic on the street who insisted he was my grandson."

The woman's voice rose: "Grandson? You already have a grandson? No way, I want to annul the engagement. Fine, it's settled then, our engagement is dissolved."

Zhou Dafu hurriedly explained, "Jingru, listen to me..."

Wang Jingru interrupted, "I'm not listening, you're just spouting nonsense. The engagement is off. Go talk to your grandson about it. I'm leaving."

Wang Jingru came out and bumped into Zhou Xingxing. She glanced at Zhou Xingxing, her eyes full of happiness, as if she had gotten rid of some burden.

When Zhou Dafu caught up, Wang Jingru had already run away. He looked at Zhou Xingxing with sadness and helplessness, and cried out, "Give me back my wife, you bastard, give me back my wife..."

"Okay, okay, I'll pay for it."

After snapping out of his daze, Zhou Xingxing agreed, knowing that his grandmother's name wasn't Wang Jingru.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Dafu was overjoyed and wept, saying, "Grandson, you are truly my good grandson."

Stephen Chow felt offended.

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