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The tractor chugged home.

Fang's mother, Zhao Guifang, had been waiting anxiously at the door for a long time, pacing back and forth.

Upon seeing the car lights, she quickly went to greet it.

Before the truck had even come to a complete stop, she shouted into the truck bed:

"Oh my God! You're finally back! Yifei, are you alright? Are you freezing?"

Liu Yifei had just been helped down from the truck bed by Fang Yu.

Fang's mother rushed over, grabbed her hand, and looked her up and down.

"Oh dear, her little face is so cold! Quick, quick, let's go inside and warm up!"

As she spoke, Fang's mother pulled Liu Yifei into the house, not forgetting to turn back and scold Fang Yu.

"You brat!"

"I told you to take Yifei out to play, but you've been playing until it's completely dark!"

"Look how cold that girl is!"

Fang Yu followed behind, looking helpless.

Well, it's my fault again.

"Auntie, it's not his fault. I was just playing around and forgot the time."

Liu Yifei quickly turned around and offered an explanation for Fang Yu.

She felt that Fang Yu had already worked very hard today, grilling fish and teaching her to ice skate, and she couldn't let him take the blame for it.

Upon hearing this, Fang's mother's expression instantly brightened, and she looked at Liu Yifei with even greater satisfaction.

"Oh my, look at her, Yifei is so sensible!"

She turned and glared at Fang Yu again.

"Did you hear that? Learn from Yifei!"

"If Yifei gets even a minor ailment, you'll see what I do to you!"

Fang Yu: "..."

Thank you so much.

The viewers in the live stream were laughing so hard they could hardly stand it.

[Hahaha, Fang Yu's position in the family is crystal clear!]

[A daughter-in-law is worse than a biological son—this is an eternal truth!]

[The fairy is so sweet, she even knows how to protect Fang Yu, my ship is real!]

[Fang's mother: My daughter-in-law is always right! Son? What's that?]

Upon entering the house, a wave of heat hit me.

Fang's mother pressed Liu Yifei down on the kang (a heated brick bed), then went to pour her hot water and get her a hot towel, keeping herself very busy.

Fang Daqiang parked the tractor and followed them into the house.

He closed the door, walked to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), looked at Fang's mother who was busy at work, and hesitated to speak.

Seeing his constipated expression, Fang's mother asked curiously:

"What's wrong with you now? Why are you so jumpy? Just say what you want to say."

Fang Daqiang pulled his mother aside to a corner, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously:

"Old woman, I have something to tell you, but don't be afraid."

Fang's mother looked puzzled.

"What's wrong? Why are you being so mysterious?"

Fang Daqiang took a deep breath and recounted the "strange sight" he had seen on the way to his mother in detail.

He spoke vividly, just like a storyteller.

When Fang's mother heard this, she was initially full of disbelief.

"What nonsense are you talking about, old man? Is it dark and the road slippery, and your eyes are playing tricks on you?"

"I'm not seeing things! I saw it with my own eyes!" Fang Daqiang exclaimed anxiously. "If you don't believe me, ask Yifei! She saw it too!"

Fang's mother looked back at Liu Yifei with a mixture of disbelief and skepticism.

Liu Yifei was holding a cup of hot water and taking small sips when she heard Fang Daqiang's voice.

She looked up, nodded gently at Fang's mother.

At this point, Fang's mother fell silent.

She stood there, stunned, her expression shifting unpredictably.

From shock to confusion, it finally turned into a kind of...

Suddenly realized?

She suddenly slapped her thigh, startling Fang Daqiang.

"I see!"

Fang Daqiang leaned closer: "What do you know?"

Fang's mother's expression turned extremely serious. She lowered her voice even further, almost whispering:

"Our son...could he have caught the eye of some mountain spirit?"

Fang Daqiang was taken aback: "A deity?"

"That's right!" Fang's mother analyzed logically. "Think about it, this mountain behind us has been haunted since ancient times. You've heard of legends like Huang Daxian and Changxian."

"It must be some immortal being from some mountain peak. They saw that our son is handsome and has a connection to the divine, so they possessed him and want to cultivate through him!"

As Fang Daqiang listened to his wife's theory, he felt that... it seemed to make some sense!

Doesn't he know what kind of person his son is?

She was a mischievous child, and apart from being good-looking, she didn't have any particularly outstanding qualities.

How come after being a celebrity for half a year, you came back like a completely different person?

Thinking about it that way, it's quite possible that I've been "possessed" by something!

The couple whispered to each other in the corner, thinking they were being quiet.

But what kind of hearing does Fang Yu have?

He had overheard their entire conversation long ago.

Fang Yu sat at the other end of the kang (a heated brick bed), and almost spat out the water he had just drunk.

Immortals?

Possession?

Dad, Mom, it's such a waste of your talents that you two don't write supernatural novels!

This is way too imaginative!

Fang Yu decided that they could no longer let their imaginations run wild.

Otherwise, tomorrow the village might be buzzing with the shocking news that "Fang's son is possessed by a fox spirit."

"Dad, Mom, what are you two whispering about?"

Fang Yu cleared his throat, interrupting their "academic discussion".

Fang Daqiang and Zhao Guifang were startled, their expressions somewhat unnatural, like elementary school students caught doing something wrong.

"No...nothing," Fang Daqiang gave a dry laugh. "I told your mother that we're going to the market in town tomorrow to buy more meat for you and Yifei to nourish yourselves."

"Yes, yes, buy meat, buy big bones!" Fang's mother quickly chimed in.

Fang Yu secretly rejoiced at their guilty looks.

He didn't point it out, but just lazily lay down on the kang and stretched.

"Okay, then I'll buy more tomorrow, and we'll have sauerkraut stewed with pork bones for dinner."

Once the topic was changed, the atmosphere in the room finally returned to normal.

Fang's mother started showering Liu Yifei with concern again, while Fang Daqiang went to add coal to the stove.

Liu Yifei held the hot water cup and sipped it slowly, but her eyes kept involuntarily glancing at Fang Yu lying on the kang (a heated brick bed).

She still had that song on her mind.

After hesitating for a long time, Liu Yifei finally couldn't help but speak up.

"Fang Yu".

"Hmm?" Fang Yu replied lazily with his eyes closed.

"When did you write that poem... 'The Sound of Falling Snow'?"

Liu Yifei's voice was very soft, with a hint of cautious inquiry.

She was just so curious.

The lyrics and music of this song are too mature, and the emotions are too full. It doesn't seem like a work that a newcomer who has only been in the industry for half a year could write.

She wanted to know what kind of story was hidden behind this song.

Fang Yu didn't even lift his eyelids when he heard the question.

He knew this problem would come sooner or later.

He can't exactly say, "I redeemed this song from the system using popularity points, and the original singer is a guy named Lu Hu from another time and space, can he?"

Then his parents probably wouldn't suspect he was possessed by a spirit, but would directly call 120 to send him to a mental hospital.

So... Fang Yu started talking nonsense again.