I started by watching videos, and I chose 10,000 combat power.

On the deck, Li Xiulan was holding Xiaobai and watching the sunrise.

Xiao Bai's icy blue eyes narrowed into slits, and her inner voice carried a hint of laziness: "The sun comes out every day, what's so interesting about it?"

Although Li Xiulan didn't understand what Xiaobai meant, she still gently stroked its back.

Luo Weidong stood by the ship's railing, holding two flowerpots. The silvery-white leaves of the Spirit Gathering Grass shimmered with a pale gold in the morning light.

Luo Ying was taking pictures of her parents with her phone next to him. Chen Yu, Zhang Yue, and Liu Qian were watching the screen behind her. Chen Yu pushed up her glasses and said, "This one is great. Auntie's hair is shining."

Zhao Lin, wearing a pink cotton-padded jacket, ran out of the cabin without a hat, her hair disheveled by the sea breeze. She ran to Luo Ying and stood on tiptoe to see the photos: "Sister, I want to take pictures too."

Li Xiulan saw Luo Fei come out of the cabin, handed Xiaobai to Luo Ying, and walked over to stand in front of Luo Fei.

She was wearing a dark red cotton-padded jacket, her hair was jet black and shiny, and her face was wrinkle-free, making her look like she was in her early thirties.

"Xiaofei, it's almost Chinese New Year. Your dad and I have discussed it, and we want to go home for the holidays. We've been adrift on the ship for so many days, it's time to go back. We haven't prepared the New Year's goods yet, we haven't put up the Spring Festival couplets, and we haven't even chopped the dumpling filling."

Luo Fei looked at his mother and said, "Okay, let's go home." Li Xiulan smiled. Luo Weidong walked over carrying a flowerpot, heard this, nodded, said, "I'll go pack my luggage," and turned to leave.

Luo Fei walked to Chu Yue's side.

Chu Yue stood at the cabin door, wearing a light blue sweatshirt, dark casual pants, and her hair tied in a ponytail.

Luo Fei said to her, "You've worked hard, go back and get some rest."

Chu Yue shook her head: "It's not hard at all. Compared to regular training, this is practically a luxury vacation."

Luo Fei came to the ship's side. The sea breeze was strong, making his clothes flutter.

The sun has fully risen and hangs in the sky, not dazzling, but warm and pleasant.

Xiao Bai jumped down from Luo Ying's arms, walked to Luo Fei's feet, and rubbed its head against his trouser leg. Its voice was small and filled with expectation: "After we go home, can we stop eating fish? I'm so tired of eating fish every day on the boat."

Luo Fei bent down, scooped up Xiao Bai, and held her in his arms.

He patted its head and thought to himself, "I'll make you a chicken stew when we get home."

Xiao Bai's icy blue eyes lit up, and a voice in her mind said with a hint of satisfaction, "That's more like it."

Luo Fei entered the driver's seat.

Captain Sun saw Luo Fei and asked, "Mr. Luo, are we heading back?"

Luo Fei said, "Well, it's almost Chinese New Year. Have them all come over, and I'll take you back."

The captain paused for a moment, then smiled: "Alright, I'll have everyone pack their things right away."

Soon, everyone had packed their luggage and gathered in the cockpit.

Luo Fei put their luggage into the ring, then had everyone hold hands and made a mental gesture.

The next second, they appeared next to the berth at the Lushi Wharf.

Luo Fei took out his luggage and thanked everyone for taking good care of his parents during this time.

After saying goodbye to everyone, Luo Fei stood on the deck of the cruise ship again. He turned around and went into the cabin, where Li Xiulan had already packed her luggage.

Luo Weidong stood at the door, holding the two flowerpots in his hands.

Luo Ying leaned against the corridor wall, her phone screen displaying a group photo of her and her roommates on the deck, with the sea in the background, the sun shining brightly, and everyone smiling.

Beside them, Chen Yu checked the backpack zipper, Zhang Yue tied her shoelaces, and Liu Qian lowered her voice to make a phone call, seemingly informing her family that she was about to return home.

Zhao Lin held a white woolen hat in her hand, the pom-pom on top of the hat dangling between her fingers.

Luo Fei put all the luggage into his ring, then put one hand on Li Xiulan's shoulder and the other on Luo Weidong's shoulder, inviting the others to come closer.

Everyone formed a circle.

With a thought, the next second, everyone was standing in their own courtyard in Liuxi Village.

Li Xiulan took a deep breath. The air smelled of earth, withered grass, and smoke from someone burning firewood in the distance.

She pulled the suitcase that Luo Fei had taken out into the house.

Luo Weidong placed the two flowerpots on the steps under the eaves.

Luo Fei did not stay in the courtyard for long.

With a thought, he stood in front of Chu Yue the next second. Chu Yue stood on the deck of the cruise ship, clad in armor, carrying a military backpack.

The team members stood behind her, lined up, all staring at Luo Fei.

Luo Fei said "Hold hands," and everyone reached out their hands. Chu Yue's hand was on Luo Fei's shoulder. With a thought, Luo Fei moved, and the next second, everyone was standing on the training ground of the base.

Chu Yue released her grip and took a step back.

Luo Fei looked at her and said, "You guys get some rest, I'm going back now."

Chu Yue nodded.

Luo Fei had another thought, and the next second, he was back home.

He sent Chen Yu, Zhang Yue, and Liu Qian back to their respective cities, told them to take taxis home, and to send a message to their sister once they got home.

Finally, he returned to Willow Creek Village.

Standing in my own yard, the sun was shining brightly, and the leaves of the Gathering Spirit Grass swayed gently in the wind.

He turned around, walked out of the courtyard gate, and walked along the dirt road in the village towards the activity center.

Several children were chasing and playing by the roadside, holding candied hawthorns in their hands.

When they saw Luo Fei, they stopped and called out, "Hello, Brother Luo Fei," before running off again.

The activity center has a large courtyard, which is usually used by villagers for square dancing, banquets, and large meetings.

He walked to the middle of the courtyard and stopped, then began taking things out of the ring.

In the activity center, several elderly people were sitting on chairs in the lobby, basking in the sun. The winter sun shone through the windows and fell on them, making them feel warm and cozy.

They heard a noise in the yard, and someone stood up, walked to the window, looked out, and then froze.

His hand was still on the windowsill, his mouth was open, and the flesh of his chin was trembling slightly.

He turned around and shouted into the hall, "Come and see!" Several old men stood up from their chairs, walked to the window, and their mouths gaped open in astonishment.

An elderly woman with nimble legs walked into the yard with a cane, stood on the steps and looked at the mountain of things, and the cane slipped from her hand.

A little boy ran in through the back door of the activity center, still holding a half-eaten candied hawthorn. He looked surprised when he saw the pile of things in the yard.

The news spread faster than the wind.

An elderly person called the village chief, and someone sent a voice message in the WeChat group.

Upon receiving the call, the village chief grabbed his coat and rushed outside, only managing to button up two buttons in his haste.

When he reached the entrance of the activity center and saw the piles of items, he suddenly stopped, stood at the entrance panting heavily, his mouth slightly open and his eyes wide open.

Luo Fei took out the last box from the ring; it contained several boxes of tablet computers.

He put the cardboard box on the ground, turned around, and saw the village chief standing at the door, panting, his face wrinkled and soaked with sweat.

He said, "Uncle Youfu, these are New Year's gifts for everyone. I've put them here; you can arrange for someone to distribute them. There's food, clothing, and daily necessities—everything is included. Every household will receive some. If it's not enough, just say so; I have more here."

The village chief opened his mouth.

He wanted to say, "Xiaofei, this is too much," he wanted to say, "These things must be worth a lot of money," he wanted to say, "You've done so much for the country, and you're even giving things to the village. How can we possibly thank you?"

But he couldn't say it; he just nodded vigorously.

Luo Fei turned and left, walking out of the courtyard and back along the dirt road.

The village chief stood there, watching Luo Fei's figure disappear around the corner, then looked back at the mountain-like pile of things. He took a deep breath and buttoned up his coat.

He turned around and shouted to the villagers standing at the gate, by the window, and on the steps, "What are you all standing there for? Come and help move them! Third brother, you write down the list; sixth brother, you distribute them; Xiao Li, you carry the things; Aunt Wang, you keep order. Don't push or shove, every household gets some!"

His voice was loud and strong.

The villagers sprang into action; some moved boxes, some unpacked packages, some lined up, and some called their families for help.

The courtyard of the activity center became lively.

Luo Fei walked back to his yard, opened the door, and saw Li Xiulan busy in the kitchen. Luo Weidong was watering the flowers in the yard.

Luo Ying sat under the eaves, holding her phone. On the screen was a group photo of her and her roommates, taken on the deck with the sea in the background. The sun was shining brightly, and everyone was smiling radiantly.

Zhao Lin squatted down next to Xiaobai, teasing it with a piece of yarn in her hand. The white cat stretched out its paw to grab it, but failed several times. A voice, tinged with impatience, entered Luo Fei's consciousness: "Your cousin is so annoying!"