A person in Wuha: The whole internet is urging me to get back together with my ex!

Chen He watched as Lu Han shouted out the "truth," and his chubby face jiggled with delight.

He swept the three empty cups aside with a clean, decisive motion and patted the table.

"Alright, you've got guts!"

Chen He raised his chin at Chen Ye.

"Yezi, the last fire is in your hands."

Deng Chao and Zheng Kai leaned back in their chairs, ready to see how Chen Ye would skin this silly roe deer.

Chen Ye threw the aluminum can he was playing with into the trash can.

He reached out and took a clean bamboo skewer, then twirled it twice between his fingers.

Their gazes fell on Lu Han's face, which seemed ready to die.

To everyone's surprise, Chen Ye didn't go all out this time.

"Brother Lu".

Chen Ye spoke in a lazy tone, as if he were chatting idly.

"When do you plan to start a relationship at this stage?"

The question landed lightly on the table.

They didn't mention four years ago, nor did they mention getting back together; they just asked about a normal plan to find a partner.

Deng Chao and Chen He were stunned. They looked at each other, not understanding why Chen Ye had suddenly put away the knife.

Lu Han herself was stunned for a couple of seconds, and her tense shoulders slumped a little.

He rubbed his face and gave a wry smile.

"I would like to talk," Lu Han said, leaning back in her chair, her voice hoarse.

"But I don't have a boyfriend."

He shifted his gaze away from Chen Ye, his gaze drifting uncontrollably.

He turned his head and stared intently at Dilraba.

"and……"

Lu swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"What I like, others may not like me now."

This open statement is more effective than any direct interrogation.

None of the people around the long table responded.

Deng Chao suppressed a laugh, and no one spoke to interrupt him.

Reba was looking down.

He pinched the edge of a tissue with two fingers and folded it over and over again.

She nearly crushed the tissue into pieces, yet she didn't even spare Lu Han a glance.

Just leave him hanging like he's not there.

Chen Ye broke the bamboo skewer in his hand and threw it on the table, ending the execution.

At this point in the game, all the bottom lines have been tested.

Everyone tacitly refrained from targeting Lu Han and Reba again.

Chen He and Deng Chao played around for two rounds, both emptying their health bars, and symbolically downed a few sips of beer.

The night breeze was a bit cooler.

Li Chen and his friends were playing dice and bragging at their table, making such a racket that it sounded like they were having a party.

Wang Zulan's penetrating laughter came in waves.

The five people here lost interest in playing games and leaned back in their chairs to drink quietly.

Lu Han opened two cans of ice-cold beer and gulped down most of them in one go.

The alcohol hit my head, burning away all that pent-up frustration into impulsiveness.

He stood up and walked to the jukebox.

I swiped my finger across the screen twice.

Chen Ye looked up.

The screen dimmed, and a familiar song title appeared.

Before the tears fall.

This kid was so moved by this song that he was practically exorcised on the rooftop in Jing'an Town, and today he's come here to torture himself.

Lu Han stood under the light, holding the microphone.

Her entire demeanor was completely different from her usual carefree and cheerful self.

The guitar intro flowed out.

He closed his eyes and held the microphone to his lips.

"It's hard to accept."

"It's hard to let go."

"It's very difficult to say anything to try and persuade them to stay."

"It's because I'm immature."

Lu Han's voice is very distinctive.

It has a clear, clean texture, mixed with the husky sound of alcohol.

When these few lines were sung, even Li Chen, who was shaking dice over there, stopped.

Wang Baoqiang held up a glass full of beer and turned to look at the curtain.

"Hey, Xiao Lu sings with feeling!"

Li Chen slammed the dice cup down.

The group of people over there quieted down and crowded around to listen.

Lu Han was completely unaware of the commotion around him.

"Ex-lovers often ask, 'Yes, yes?'"

"Stubbornly refusing to say 'Don't go, don't go.'"

"So many people brush past each other in this city every day, but who is by your side?"

"Until my heart breaks, I still fail, I lose my footing."

"Only then did he admit that he left covered in wounds."

"Let fate be merciful; we all brought this upon ourselves."

This song is already an emotional bombshell, and paired with Lu Han's deeply emotional and poignant voice.

The atmosphere in the room was abruptly suppressed.

Tao Zhe, who understands music, nodded repeatedly, as he could tell that Lu Han sang well.

Baby and several staff members took out their phones and turned on the flashlight function.

Swaying slowly in mid-air to the rhythm.

A patch of tiny, scattered light illuminated the night.

The second chorus begins.

Lu Han gripped the microphone tightly, the white outline of her knuckles showing.

He no longer closed his eyes.

My gaze immediately locked onto the slender figure in front of the long table.

The accompaniment included violin strings.

Learn to say thank you for all regrets.

But you've always been in the heart of my heart.

How far away is that summer from now?

When she heard this phrase, if she hadn't known it was from Chen Ye's song, she would have really thought it was about the two of them.

Yes, it's been a long time since that summer of Running Man.

Dilraba still didn't look up.

But her hand holding the cup was trembling, causing fine ripples to spread across the water's surface.

"Fate never dies, never rests."

"A heartbroken person can only half-heartedly resist."

Young lovers often believe that what's done is done, and they mistake cowardice for freedom.

Lu Han's eyes were completely red.

Four years ago that summer, he was arrogant and reckless.

They mistook being assertive for some kind of freedom to shout.

"We'll have to endure and mature sooner or later."

"Time is never a match for memory."

"Let's go to our old haunts and catch up, and let's not be sad."

"Let's have a good talk before the tears fall."

The last syllable was drawn out, with an undisguised tremor.

The song ended.

Extremely enthusiastic applause erupted on the basketball court.

"Alright!" Li Chen shouted, taking the lead.

Chen Ye sat in the shadows, watching Lu Han's near-death state, without saying a word.

The same song, sung by different people, sounds completely different.

When Chen Ye sang this song, he exuded a sense of relief and composure that comes from someone who has been through it all.

And Lu Han's shout just now.

It was full of resentment and a humble desire for reconciliation.

Song Yuqi scooted closer to Chen Ye.

She nudged Chen Ye in the waist with her elbow and whispered.

"Honey, you two are singing on completely different channels."

Chen Ye tilted his head and casually placed his hand on her lower back, giving it a squeeze.

"What?" Chen Ye laughed. "Give us your opinions, who sings it well?"

Song Yuqi rolled her eyes and spoke as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Is there even a comparison? My husband definitely sings better."

She pouted, "His singing was so bitter, like he ate a bitter pill."

Chen Ye chuckled twice, not bothering to correct her unreasonable favoritism.

Dilraba pretended to grab a tissue and turned her back.

She quickly wiped the corner of her eye with her fingertip.

She forcefully suppressed the red tears welling up in her eyes.

Just when the situation was about to collapse and sink further.

One of the production crew members quietly crouched down and walked over.

He stopped behind Chen Ye and gently tapped the back of the chair.

"Brother Ye".

The stagehand pointed to a simple tent made of black cloth at the edge of the field.

"Director Wang is looking for you, along with Brother Chao and Brother He. Go over and meet them."

Chen Ye raised an eyebrow.

That old fox, Wang, is definitely up to no good, not letting people drink in peace in the middle of the night.

He patted Song Yuqi on the shoulder, telling her to eat first, and then kicked Chen He next to him.

"Let's go see what kind of trouble Old Wang is going to cause us this time."

Chen Ye stood up.

Deng Chao put down his thermos, and the three of them crossed half a basketball court and went into the makeshift shed.

The shed was filled with smoke.

Wang Zhengyu was holding a cigarette that was almost burned down to the filter.

Seeing the three men enter, Old Wang stubbed out his cigarette and put on an extremely lewd smile.

"Come, come, sit down," Old Wang said, pointing to several plastic stools.

Deng Chao stood there, arms crossed, looking wary.

"Old Wang, just say what you want to say, stop with the nonsense."

Deng Chao squinted at him, "What happened now?"

Chen He plopped down on the stool and let out two burps.

"Exactly, it's the middle of the night, and the meat hasn't even been digested yet."

Chen Ye leaned against the iron frame supporting the shed and casually picked up an orange from the table and tossed it in his hand.

"Is it because the ratings aren't high enough that they want us to do square dancing to attract sponsors?"

Wang Zhengyu waved his hands repeatedly.

"What do you take me for?! Do you think I'm the kind of unscrupulous director who only looks at the data and exploits you?!"

The three of them rolled their eyes in unison.

Wang Zhengyu coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.

"Let's get down to business."

He lowered his voice, adopting the demeanor of someone plotting important military and national affairs.

"This show is ending in a few days, you all know that, right?"

Deng Chao nodded.

"I know, didn't we agree before that the last stop would be in West China, for a grand finale? What, hasn't the approval come through there yet?"

Wang Zhengyu rubbed his hands together, his eyes shining.

"It's not about the permit."

He pointed to the basketball court outside.

"Xiao Lu's actions just now gave me a lot of inspiration."

"I've decided on the spur of the moment to change the location for the finale."

Wang Zhengyu tapped on the table.

"Let's not go to West Z, let's just change our tickets."

"Let's go to New York and pull off a big heist. What do you guys think of this idea?"

Neither Deng Chao nor Chen He thought about it too deeply after hearing it.

Both Xinjiang (Jin) and Xinjiang (Z) boast beautiful landscapes; the only difference is whether you eat roast whole lamb or drink butter tea.

"Sure." Chen He picked at his nails. "I heard the barbecue there is absolutely authentic. I'm definitely going to have a blast when I get there."

Deng Chao echoed this sentiment.

"I have no objection. Change the itinerary if you want, since you'll cover the expenses anyway."

Beside the iron frame, Chen Ye stopped tossing the oranges.

He held the orange in his palm, coldly watching Wang Zhengyu's expression as he tried his best to hide his excitement.

Chen Ye rolled the orange on the edge of the table twice and chuckled.

"Old Wang."

Chen Ye's sharp eyes directly stripped away the old fox's disguise.

"Reba's hometown is in New Jersey."

He leaned forward, directly into Wang Zhengyu's line of sight.

"The last batch is going to New York."

Chen Ye forced a smile and said, "Don't give me that 'wonderful scenery' nonsense."

"You old rascal, you're not planning to move this ultimate battleground right to the future father-in-law's doorstep, and then have a little deer run off to propose marriage, are you?"

The moment those words were spoken, the makeshift shed fell silent.

Chen He forced back the burp that was about to come out.

Wang Zhengyu's secret was exposed by Chen Ye's words, and his hand trembled, causing a piece of cigarette ash to fall directly onto his trouser leg.

That kid is damn good at seeing in the back of his head!

His palms were sweaty.

That's right, that's exactly what he planned to do.

However, it certainly wasn't about proposing marriage at their doorstep; there must be other arrangements.

He almost exploded when he saw Lu Han singing and Dilraba's eyes turn red on the monitor.

What could be a more thrilling ending than a former top idol chasing after his wife all the way to her hometown?!