The world of film and television begins with Zhou Bingkun in the human world.

After Zhou Zhigang returned home, he sent Zhao Chun home.

According to Zhou Zhigang, now that it's the Lunar New Year, Zhao Chun should go home and have a proper holiday and family reunion.

With Zhao Chun gone home, the responsibility of taking care of Li Suhua fell to Zhou Zhigang.

Zhou Zhigang originally thought that taking care of Li Suhua would be a simple matter.

But when he actually took care of her himself, he found that taking care of Li Suhua was not as easy or simple as he thought.

Li Suhua lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) all day to keep it warm, which meant that firewood had to be burned all day.

If the temperature of the kang (heated brick bed) is too high, Li Suhua will sweat. If she sweats too much and doesn't wash herself, she will easily smell bad.

In addition, Li Suhua needs to be fed every day, and her bodily functions also need to be taken care of.

In just one or two days, Zhou Zhigang was exhausted. He had dark circles under his eyes and even seemed listless.

"Zhou Bingkun, why are you running around outside again? Your mother is in this state, and you're not even staying home to take care of her? Don't you have any conscience at all?" Zhou Zhigang couldn't help but yell at Zhou Bingkun when he saw him running out again after eating breakfast.

Zhou Bingkun rolled his eyes and sneered, "You think you're so great, able to take care of my mother and make Zhao Chun leave? What? You really can't manage it yourself, so you have to drag me into it? If you really can't handle it, then call Zhao Chun back!"

"Shut up!" Zhou Zhigang roared, taking off his shoe and throwing it at Zhou Bingkun.

Zhou Bingkun dodged to the side and ran straight away.

Zhou Zhigang was so angry that he trembled. He never expected that Zhou Bingkun would turn out like this in less than half a year since he left the Zhou family.

Zhou Bingkun didn't care whether Zhou Zhigang was angry or not. After leaving home, he strolled leisurely back to the movie theater.

"Give me a skewer of candied hawthorns!" Zhou Bingkun shouted to Zheng Juan.

"Why are you here again?" Zheng Juan said, but she had already handed over a candied hawthorn.

"I was feeling bored at home, so I came out for a stroll," Zhou Bingkun said casually.

"It's the Lunar New Year, your family should all be back by now. You haven't seen them for so long, so now that you have the chance, you should spend more time together and chat," Zheng Juan advised.

"Hey, you don't know my family's situation, so don't give me any advice." Zhou Bingkun curled his lip.

Zheng Juan opened her mouth, but in the end she didn't say anything more. After all, although she felt that the family should have a good reunion during the New Year, she didn't know Zhou Bingkun's family situation. Moreover, her relationship with Zhou Bingkun wasn't that bad, so she had no right to advise him.

Moreover, Zhou Bingkun has been coming to her place every day these past few days to talk and chat with her, which makes Zheng Juan quite happy.

After chatting and laughing with Zheng Juan for a while, Zhou Bingkun excitedly ran to the side and started ice skating.

Zheng Juan stood to the side, watching with a smile.

When Zhou Bingkun was tired from playing and even sweating profusely, Zheng Juan handed him a towel at the right time.

Before they knew it, Zhou Bingkun and Zheng Juan had spent the evening together. When Zhou Bingkun said goodbye to Zheng Juan and was about to go home to sleep, Zheng Juan called out to him.

"Zhou Bingkun, here you go!" Zheng Juan carefully handed over a candied hawthorn: "Happy New Year."

Zhou Bingkun couldn't help but laugh when he saw the candied hawthorn skewer that Zheng Juan handed him, which had a small sugar figurine shaped like a puppy on it.

"I didn't expect you to prepare a New Year's gift for me. I didn't prepare anything, and I feel a little guilty! How about this, I'll give you a New Year's gift tomorrow too." Zhou Bingkun was happy but also a little embarrassed, after all, he really hadn't thought about preparing a New Year's gift for Zheng Juan.

The main reason is that Zhou Bingkun was a bachelor before he transmigrated. He had never been in contact with any women, never spent Chinese New Year with any women, let alone holidays like Valentine's Day, Women's Day, or Qingming Festival.

So he never even thought about what gifts to prepare for women during holidays.

After parting ways with Zheng Juan, Zhou Bingkun pondered what New Year's gift he should prepare for her.

Flowers?

Is it appropriate? After all, the two of them are friends now, but their relationship doesn't seem to have progressed any further, so sending flowers probably isn't suitable.

Sending chocolates?

Is it impossible to buy one?

You can't exactly send White Rabbit milk candy, can you?

Suddenly, Zhou Bingkun encountered a problem.

Because he simply didn't know what gifts to give women.

Most importantly, there doesn't seem to be much to give as a gift these days, mainly because it's impossible to buy anything of value.

"Hmph, so you finally decided to come back?"

Zhou Bingkun hadn't thought of what gift to give Zheng Juan, and absentmindedly returned home. As soon as he entered the door, he heard Zhou Zhigang's angry shouts and curses.

"At least I'm still at home. Your eldest son and second daughter aren't home for the New Year," Zhou Bingkun retorted impatiently.

"What do you mean by that? Bingyi works in the army and has no time to come back. As for Zhou Rong—humph, they don't have the means to come back. You're clearly at home, yet you keep running off. How can those be the same thing?"

"Are they unable to come back? Or do they simply not want to come back at all?" Zhou Bingkun looked at Zhou Zhigang with a half-smile. "I informed them of my mother's situation immediately."

"Shut up!" Zhou Zhigang snapped at Zhou Bingkun angrily, "If you hadn't gone to the countryside without my permission or discussing it with the family, would this have happened? Would your mother be like this?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Bingkun looked at Zhou Zhigang with a cold expression: "So you think that the current situation at home is all my fault?"

"Who else could it be but you? You made the decision on your own without consulting your family. Zhou Rong clearly said she wanted to go to the countryside, but you made the decision on your own—"

Hearing Zhou Zhigang shift all the blame onto himself, Zhou Bingkun was so angry he laughed.

"Was it me who made Zhou Rong correspond with a man in his thirties when she was only twelve or thirteen? Was it me who made Zhou Rong abandon everything at home and run off to Guizhou to find that old man, Feng Huacheng?"

"Zhou Bingyi knew about Zhou Rong's situation all along, yet not only did he not stop it, he helped cover it up and even fueled it. Is it right for Zhou Bingyi to do this?"

"When the higher authorities issued the policy to send people to the countryside, I felt that it would be dangerous for Zhou Rong, a woman, to go to the countryside, so she chose to step forward and volunteer to go. Was I wrong to do that?"

"Zhou Zhigang! I know you're biased. I know you like Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Rong. After all, they're both good at studying, educated, and have bright futures."

"Unlike me, I have poor grades, I'm stubborn, and I can't say nice things. So you look down on me from the bottom of your heart. But ask yourself honestly, what did I do wrong? Is it really my fault that the family is in this state?"

Zhou Bingkun's words were particularly satisfying.

Zhou Zhigang blushed with embarrassment, because Zhou Bingkun's words were completely correct.

But it was precisely because of this that Zhou Zhigang became even more furious.

Enraged, Zhou Zhigang raised his hand and slapped Zhou Bingkun across the face.

Zhou Bingkun took a half step back, dodging the slap, and a cold smile spread across his face.

"You, get out of here!" Zhou Zhigang, enraged and embarrassed, pointed at Zhou Bingkun and cursed loudly.

"Do you think I care about you?" Zhou Bingkun sneered, then turned and left, going to another room.