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A few minutes later.

Fang Daqiang's weathered Wuling Hongguang van slowly drove out of Kaoshantun, crunching through the thin morning frost.

The wheels crunched over the thick snow, making a series of muffled "crunching" sounds.

Outside the car window.

The familiar courtyard.

Low eaves.

A stack of firewood covered in white frost.

They all followed the rearview mirror and slowly reversed backward.

The train carriage was unusually quiet today, without that deafening, cheesy car DJ music playing.

Fang Daqiang gripped the steering wheel firmly, his eyes fixed on the icy road ahead.

The car continued until it completely left the village road and turned onto the wide provincial highway.

He then slowly and deliberately began to speak.

"Go to the capital, do a good job."

"I don't understand the intricacies of your circle."

"But Fang Daqiang only believes in one principle—"

"Walk the right path, stand tall and straight! You'll have nothing to be ashamed of, no matter where you go!"

No one in the car interrupted.

Even Fang Yu, who is usually the most talkative, was unusually quiet this time.

Fang Daqiang paused.

His rough fingers rubbed the steering wheel lightly a couple of times before he added another sentence.

"However, don't be stubborn and refuse to admit it."

"What if one day you really suffer some injustice outside, and feel like you can't make it anymore..."

"At worst, I'll go back to Kaoshantun and help Dad cook."

Fang Yu felt a surge of warmth in his heart, and his nose involuntarily stung a little.

But he took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed that bit of affectation.

When he spoke again, he still had that same nonchalant, carefree attitude, as if the sky were falling and he'd just use it as a blanket.

"Don't worry, Dad!"

"Your son is now a man who can make waves on the trending topics and dominate the Chinese entertainment industry with his own hands."

"If all else fails, I'll just open our banquet business in Beijing!"

Fang Yu slapped his thigh, getting more and more excited as he spoke.

"Then we'll just team up!"

"Monopolizing all weddings and funerals in the Chinese entertainment industry!"

"We must make a fortune off them!"

Fang Daqiang glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, but didn't reply.

But the corners of his mouth were noticeably turned up a little.

In the back seat.

Zhao Guifang held Liu Yifei's hand tightly the whole way, not letting go.

From how to dress warmly, to diet and daily routines, it covers everything in great detail.

From telling people not to stay up all night, to urging them to drink less of that icy American bitter drink.

Liu Yifei listened quietly.

There was none of the perfunctory attitude he usually displays when facing the camera or being talked to by his agent.

The more she listened, the softer her eyes became.

……

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Mohe Gulian Airport.

Compared to the bustling crowds in first-tier cities.

This small airport at the northernmost tip of China appears unusually empty.

There weren't many people in the lobby.

Occasionally, travelers would hurry by with their suitcases, the sound of wheels rolling over the marble floor echoing in the empty hall.

In front of the check-in counter.

The ground staff were idly organizing the boarding passes.

When I looked up, I almost jumped off the chair.

Standing before me was Liu Yifei, wearing large sunglasses and bundled up tightly!

National goddess!

Alive! A wild celestial being that can breathe!

Then I glanced to the side.

That guy grinning with his big teeth, who has absolutely no idol image to maintain, isn't that Fang Yu who's been incredibly popular lately?

The girl's eyes lit up immediately.

His hand had already quietly reached for the pen.

She was about to shamelessly ask for an autograph.

next second.

"Clang!"

A muffled thud.

Fang Yu unloaded three huge fertilizer sacks directly from the cart!

He chuckled and tossed the bag onto the conveyor belt.

"Bang!"

The exquisite suitcases that had just been checked in next to it looked small, pitiful, and helpless in comparison.

The ground staff girl has just been filtered through the lens of an idol drama.

A "click" sound.

It was dried to a pulp by these three urea bags.

The pen in his hand froze in mid-air, trembling slightly.

……

After checking in their luggage, the two walked to the security checkpoint.

Zhao Guifang was still muttering to herself.

"Daughter, once you've settled in Beijing, please remember to let your aunt know you've arrived safely."

"Don't think Auntie is being long-winded."

"Take good care of yourself while you're out there."

Liu Yifei nodded vigorously.

She took half a step forward and gave Zhao Guifang a tight hug.

"Auntie, I will come back to visit you often."

Zhao Guifang patted her back with her rough hands.

"it is good."

"It's good that you're back."

Fang Yu sniffed, walked over, and naturally put his arm around his mother's shoulder, laughing carefree.

"Alright, Mom, that's enough. We're not acting in a TV drama here."

"Once I've sorted everything out in Beijing, I'll bring you and my dad over to stay for a few days."

"Let you two experience firsthand the hustle and bustle of a big city."

Zhao Guifang was amused by him and burst into laughter through her tears, giving him a fierce glare.

"Forget it! Take care of yourself first!"

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"Mom, you're such a chatterbox, it's narrow-minded of you."

"Your son is already twenty-four!"

"A mature, stable, independent, and incredibly reliable adult male!"

Zhao Guifang looked him up and down for two seconds.

"you?"

"Mature and composed?"

The old lady couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Try to figure out the right and wrong sides of socks before you start talking to me like this."

Fang Yu: "..."

Liu Yifei lowered her head, trying to suppress a laugh.

Fang Daqiang stood to the side and waved his large, kind hand.

"Alright, go inside now."

"Don't block the road here."

"There are still people queuing up behind us waiting to go through security."

He urged him impatiently.

But those eyes, worn smooth by the wind and snow, remained fixed on Fang Yu.

They didn't move an inch.

Waved.

bid farewell.

Fang Yu and Liu Yifei turned around and walked side by side toward the security checkpoint.

As she stepped through the security gate, Liu Yifei couldn't help but glance back slightly.

Zhao Guifang and Fang Daqiang remained standing in the same spot.

The elderly couple, wrapped in thick, bulky cotton-padded coats, stood under the cold, incandescent lights of the small northern airport.

They did not pursue it further.

He didn't shout out any more instructions.

She simply stood quietly, her back straight, watching them go.

Just like the main room in Kaoshantun, where the kang (heated brick bed) is always burning hot.

It never tries to persuade you to stay.

But if you turn around...

It's right there.

Steaming hot, waiting for the return of those caught in the snow.