Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

The capital city, early morning.

The cold wind blew through the bare tree branches, stinging people's faces.

A row of shared bicycles lay overturned on the roadside, with a thin layer of frost in their baskets.

Even before the morning rush hour had fully begun, Jianguo Road was already bustling with activity.

There's an old storefront at the corner of the intersection.

Grandpa Zhao's breakfast stall was set up before dawn.

This shop is a typical example of being both a shop and a stall.

Inside the house were a few old wooden tables, where neighbors could sit and have a hot meal.

A whole set of tools was set up by the curb at the entrance.

A large iron wok for frying dough sticks, and a steaming bucket of soy milk.

There were steamer baskets for making steamed buns, griddles for making pancakes, and a stack of plastic bags next to them.

Grandpa Zhao has been working at the entrance of this alley for thirty years.

They set up their stall at dawn every day and packed up at 10:30 sharp.

Rain or shine.

But this morning, the more he worked, the more he felt something was wrong.

The young people who come for breakfast are all stranger than the last.

For example, this young man in the plaid down jacket in front of me.

Before he could even stand properly, he shouted.

"Grandpa, two fried dough sticks and half a steamer of steamed buns."

"Alright."

Grandpa Zhao was quick and efficient, and packed it up for him in no time.

As I handed it over, I casually asked a question.

"Young man, how about a hot drink?"

"Need not."

As the boy spoke, he pulled a bright red can of Coca-Cola from the large pocket of his down jacket.

The can still features the newly released co-branded packaging.

Fang Yu's profile was imprinted on it.

"Smack."

Once the pull ring is opened.

When Grandpa Zhao heard this, his hand paused for a moment.

Drinking iced cola so early in the morning?

The boy didn't realize anything was wrong.

He took a big bite of the fried dough stick first.

Then he tilted his head back and took a big gulp of the iced cola.

Gudong.

next second.

He shivered violently, his face contorted with cold.

After a few seconds, he managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"……Cool!"

After saying that, he raised the can of Coke in his left hand, with half a fried dough stick in his mouth, and looked at the phone for a while, trying to find the right angle.

I took three photos and posted them on WeChat Moments.

"Red team, check-in complete! Time for some serious music at 8 AM today!"

After sending it, he found a table and sat down, completely satisfied.

He was humming softly to himself.

"Let your heart beat, beat, beat..."

Grandpa Zhao used a slotted spoon to stir the fried dough sticks in the pot, and he was puzzled.

At this rate of drinking, it's hard to say whether her heart will even be able to beat again.

My stomach will definitely start rumbling first.

Before I could even catch my breath, another girl with long hair walked up behind me.

She was carrying a canvas bag, wearing headphones around her neck, and had dark circles under her eyes from staying up all night.

"Grandpa, a jianbing guozi, extra crispy crackers, extra scallions."

"Would you like some soy milk?"

"don't want."

After paying, the girl reached into her canvas bag and pulled out a can of Pepsi Blue.

Grandpa Zhao: "..."

Come again?

The girl opened the pull tab and even deliberately stepped half a step to the side.

Judging from his posture, it seemed like he had found the coolest angle for himself.

Then tilt your head back and gulp it down.

"Hiss—ha—"

She was so cold that tears almost welled up in her eyes.

But he deliberately lowered his voice and coolly said:

"Live life to the fullest, right now."

Grandpa Zhao's lips twitched.

I don't know if the colors have come to life.

His face did indeed turn pale.

……

Then a few more young people arrived.

They all basically follow the same approach.

Buy steamed buns, buy fried dough sticks, buy pancakes.

I just won't buy soy milk.

Everyone had a can of Coke, both red and blue.

Grandpa Zhao used a long spoon to stir the bottom of the bucket.

Looking at that big bucket of white soy milk, he was so worried that his eyebrows almost knitted together.

At this time of day, at least half of the soy milk is usually sold.

Today, it looks like they just set up their stall.

Just then, a young man wearing a long black down jacket walked over.

The black beanie was pulled down low.

Most of his face was hidden under a black mask, with only his eyes showing.

He walks at a leisurely pace, blending into the crowd, just like any other office worker.

"Boss, a cup of soy milk, please."

"Two more fried dough sticks, to go."

Upon hearing the words "soy milk".

Grandpa Zhao suddenly raised his head and looked the person in front of him up and down.

"Young man, would you like some soy milk?"

Fang Yu just put his hands in his pockets, ready to take out his phone to scan the QR code.

He paused upon hearing this.

Is there a problem with drinking soy milk?

"No problem, absolutely no problem!"

Grandpa Zhao quickly waved his hand.

"Soy milk is the right choice."

As he spoke, he quietly pointed to the side.

"Look at these people."

"In the early morning, instead of drinking anything hot, everyone's chugging cold soda."

He lowered his voice and leaned forward mysteriously.

"I heard it was caused by some singing star."

"One is named Fang something-yu, and the other is named Liu Yifei."

"Making everyone drink that stuff first thing in the morning."

Fang Yu's hand, which was scanning the QR code, froze in mid-air.

???

Why are you dragging yourself into this with the "Fairy Sister" (a nickname for a famous Chinese actress)?

Grandpa Zhao didn't notice anything wrong with him and even gestured towards the soy milk bucket.

"Look at the mess I made of soy milk! Almost half a bucket hasn't been sold!"

The old man tightened the lid on the soy milk cup and shook his head.

"If you ask me, this Fang Yu is really good at causing trouble."

Fang Yu silently scanned the payment code.

"drop."

Payment successful.

He took the soy milk, feeling utterly wronged.

This is truly like walking down the street and having a pot fall from the sky!

He only released two songs, and he didn't force anyone to drink iced cola on an empty stomach first thing in the morning!

Fang Yu put his phone back in his pocket.

Forget it, you're too resistant to the law.

I won't send a lawyer's letter.

He picked up his breakfast and turned to leave.

I've only taken half a step.

Suddenly, a shout erupted from the side.

"Holy crap! Brother Yu!"

The young man in the plaid down jacket was pointing at Fang Yu with his eyes wide open.

That shout woke up all the young people who were eating with their heads down.

"Who?"

"Brother Yu?"

"Fang Yu?"

"Where?"

The long-haired girl didn't even bother to eat the jianbing guozi in her hand.

She held the blue jar in one hand and covered her mouth with the other, rushing over in a few steps.

"My God! It's alive!"

"It really is Fang Yu alive!"

Fang Yu looked at her through his mask.

"What, you've seen a 'fu' before?"

The girl waved her hands repeatedly.

"No, no!"

"Brother Yu, I'm from the Red Team!"

"I'm a fan! Can I take a photo with you?"

Fang Yu glanced down at the can of Pepsi in her hand.

Red team, take the blue can.

Goodness, are fandoms this flexible now?

However, he was too lazy to expose him.

Supporting Liu Yifei means keeping the benefits within the family.

In just over ten seconds, a crowd gathered in front of the breakfast stall.

Grandpa Zhao stood inside the stall, holding a long ladle in his hand.

He froze completely.

He glanced at Fang Yu, then at the excited young people around him who were stomping their feet.

My mind went blank for a moment.

Finished!

The person behind the scenes kept the whole thing overheard.