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The van drove along the forest road for more than half an hour.

The snow-covered forest outside the car window receded rapidly into the twilight.

The last glimmer of golden-red on the distant mountain ridge also completely disappeared.

Liu Yifei leaned against the car window, clutching the heavy brown paper bag in her arms, and fell asleep at some point.

My head tilted to the side little by little as the car bumped along.

It tilted slightly at first, like a small tree bent by the wind.

Then it gets more and more crooked.

Finally, she leaned firmly on Fang Yu's shoulder.

Fang Yu glanced at her sideways.

Her eyelashes drooped, and her breathing was shallow.

He didn't move.

He simply took off half of his down jacket and draped it over Liu Yifei to block the cold wind that was seeping in through the car window.

The movements were very small and made almost no sound.

Zhao Guifang, who was in the front row, had somehow caught a glimpse of this scene in the rearview mirror.

The corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

She raised her elbow and nudged Fang Daqiang, who was driving next to her, with a light touch.

Fang Daqiang glanced at it in the rearview mirror.

He didn't say anything.

He silently reached out and turned the heater knob to its maximum.

The couple looked at each other for a moment, then looked away.

No one said a word.

They're having a romantic time in the car.

Fang Yu's phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

"Buzz—Buzz—"

Fang Yu's brow twitched. Afraid of waking Tianxian, he quickly took out his phone with his left hand.

It's a local account from Mohe.

After he answered the call, he lowered his voice to a minimum.

"Hello, who is this?"

A young man's voice came from the other end of the phone, and he sounded very polite.

"Hello, are you Professor Fang Yu?"

"I am."

"Hello, Ms. Fang! I'm a staff member from the Mohe Culture and Tourism Bureau. My surname is Zhao, you can just call me Xiao Zhao."

Culture and Tourism Bureau?

Fang Yu's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, could it be that he got into trouble while singing?

After all, it was a major disaster.

Is it inappropriate for a public figure to use this as material in a live stream?

He asked tentatively.

"Mr. Zhao, what are your instructions?"

"Oh, Professor Fang, please don't be so polite!"

Xiao Zhao's voice was filled with barely concealed excitement.

"That's right, our bureau leaders saw the song you sang about the Mohe dance hall on the live stream today, and the response was fantastic!"

"Our bureau chief attaches great importance to this, and thinks your song... is so well written! It perfectly captures the characteristics and emotional depth of Mohe!"

Fang Yu was taken aback.

Were we not here to interrogate someone?

"Uh... thank you."

"So, our director would like to... like to talk to you in person. Would you be available tomorrow? We'll come to see you." Xiao Zhao's tone became increasingly respectful.

Is the bureau chief coming in person?

Fang Yu was even more confused now.

This is quite a big operation.

He asked instinctively, "What are you talking about?"

"Well... it's hard to explain in a few words over the phone. It's mainly about your song. Our department has some preliminary ideas and would like to discuss the possibility of cooperation with you," Xiao Zhao said vaguely.

Cooperation?

Fang Yu frowned slightly.

He has made it clear that he will not use this song for any commercial activities.

Does the government want to buy the copyright to this song for city promotion?

If it's for official commemoration and publicity, rather than commercial profit, then... it might not be out of the question.

"Alright." Fang Yu pondered for a moment. "I should be home tomorrow. Call me again before you come."

"Okay, okay! Thank you so much, Professor Fang! See you tomorrow!"

Fang Yu hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket.

I had just breathed a sigh of relief when suddenly my shoulder felt lighter.

Liu Yifei moved.

She groggily raised her head, squinting her eyes.

It seems that it hasn't completely emerged from its sleep yet.

His gaze wandered for a few seconds.

The first thing to fall was the half of the down jacket that was draped over my body.

It shifted two inches further, landing on Fang Yu's profile, which was almost within arm's reach.

The air was silent for about three seconds.

Then, her expression began to change rapidly.

Confusion, doubt, understanding, embarrassment.

Four emojis flashed by in succession within two seconds.

Liu Yifei sat up straight without making a sound.

Then he lowered his head, pretending to tidy up the paper bag in his arms, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing the hemp rope that tied the bag opening tightly.

Thankfully, the live streaming equipment couldn't be used properly inside the car.

Otherwise, she would probably have been so embarrassed by this "shoulder-leaning kill" that she would have quit the entertainment industry on the spot.

But... another thought suddenly popped into Liu Yifei's mind:

If we were on camera, would this guy shove me away and say, "I'd have to pay extra to lend you my shoulder"?

Fang Yu didn't have time to tease her right now.

He stared at the windshield, pretending to admire the night view.

"Who made that call just now?"

Liu Yifei cleared her throat, her voice still slightly hoarse from just waking up.

The question was asked very casually.

From casual to deliberate.

Fang Yu leaned back in his seat.

Mohe Culture and Tourism Bureau.

There was a moment of silence in the car.

Zhao Guifang was the first to react and turned her head sharply.

"The Culture and Tourism Bureau? That's a government agency contacting you, isn't it?"

Fang Daqiang tightened his grip on the steering wheel:

"Son, are they going to ban your account because they think you're talking nonsense on your livestream?"

Fang Yu spread his hands.

"No way. They said they want to cooperate with me, and the director will personally lead a team over tomorrow."

Zhao Guifang gasped, her whole body stiffening.

"The bureau chief is coming in person? Oh my god!"

"Should we book one table tomorrow? No, two tables!"

Fang Daqiang nodded repeatedly, and even slowed down the car a bit.

"Son, dealing with officials is not like dealing with people in our village."

"Don't try to take on everything. Listen to what others have to say before you speak, okay?"

Fang Yu was both amused and exasperated.

"Dad, Mom, are you treating me like a three-year-old? I know what I'm doing."

He said that, but he wasn't really sure himself.

What exactly is the Mohe Culture and Tourism Bureau up to?

We'll only know when we meet tomorrow.