My abstract plant was exposed by my sister.

After hearing what she said, Xiao Kui's eyes lit up: "Okay, you guys should try it out, there aren't many people here right now."

Chen Yan looked around; hundreds of eyes were staring at them.

She swallowed hard: This is what you call "not many people"?

"Xiao Kui's 'not many people' is relative to the number of viewers in the live stream."

"With nearly five million viewers in the live stream and only a few hundred in person, it's really not many."

"Countdown to the girl's social death."

The people in line voluntarily made way for each other, forming a circle.

Everyone held up their phones, turned on their cameras, and waited to see what would happen.

Lin Yue stared at Chen Yan, who carefully picked up a piece of purple tomato and ate it.

Seeing that she had eaten, Lin Yue smiled and then turned on the music on her phone, which was a street dance song with a strong rhythm.

The two girls started dancing at the same time.

At first, Chen Yan was indeed nervous, her movements were stiff, she was a beat slow, and she almost stepped on her own foot.

Lin Yue was unaffected and danced smoothly.

But less than ten seconds later, a miracle happened.

Chen Yan's movements suddenly caught up with Lin Yue's, and they naturally synchronized.

Lifting a leg, turning around, waving—it's all exactly the same, like looking in a mirror.

The onlookers gasped in amazement. The live stream chat was flooded with comments.

"It's synchronized!"

"It's really synchronized!"

"This is amazing!"

"They're as in sync as twins!"

Lin Yue deliberately changed her gesture, and Chen Yan followed suit.

Lin Yue changed again, and Chen Yan followed suit. The two looked at each other and smiled at the same time.

The music stopped, and so did they; their faces were covered in sweat.

Chen Yan, clutching Lin Yue's hand, was so excited she could barely speak: "I...I caught up! I really caught up!"

Lin Yue said with a smile, "I told you you could do it."

As soon as they finished dancing, applause immediately rang out from the crowd.

The guy with the middle finger was watching the whole time. In the end, he slowly made a heart shape with his hands, then switched back to the middle finger, probably because he was used to it.

Screaming Sister swayed gently to the music, her leaves opening and closing as if clapping.

Xiao Kui clapped enthusiastically beside her, saying, "See that? Social death? Not a chance. For the strong, this is a divine artifact!"

Bullet comments:

"That's amazing!"

"This is the right way to enjoy a purple tomato!"

"I want to eat purple tomatoes too!"

Seeing that the two not only survived but also received applause from the audience, many people became interested and crowded around them.

I'd like to try it too.

"I want one too."

While Xiao Kui was interacting with her fans, Zhang Baojun brought his father to the research institute.

He helped his elderly father out of the car. The old man was still quite agile, but his eyesight was not good. He squinted at the research institute for a long time.

"So tall?" Grandpa Zhang looked up at the giant mushroom. "How many years must it have taken to grow?"

"It hasn't even been a month yet," Zhang Baojun replied casually, helping him walk towards the door. "Dad, let's go queue up first."

Liu Xudong sat at the door, his voice still not fully recovered, speaking like a broken bellows.

He glanced at Grandpa Zhang, handed him a waiver, and then handed him a mask: "Grandpa, sign this and put on your mask."

Zhang Baojun pulled Liu Xudong aside and briefly explained the situation.

Liu Xudong glanced at Grandpa Zhang: "Okay, you don't need to wear a mask. You can go in after you sign the form."

There have been several such people already. Lin Muyang specifically instructed that those who wanted to experience the effects of the Heart-Questioning Bamboo could go without wearing masks.

Before Grandpa Zhang could say anything more, Zhang Baojun shoved a pen into his hand and pointed to the blank space: "Dad, sign here."

Grandpa Zhang squinted at it for a long time before signing his name in a crooked and messy manner. Although he had some doubts, he didn't ask any further questions.

Upon entering the gate, Mr. and Mrs. Zhang helped Mr. Zhang head straight for the Wenxin Bamboo Grove.

The bamboo leaves rustled, and sunlight filtered through the gaps, falling on the ground like shattered gold.

Grandpa Zhang stood in front of a bamboo stalk, wanting to see how the bamboo his son had brought him to see differed from other bamboo stalks.

Suddenly, many things he had long forgotten flashed through his mind.

Those memories, buried by the years, surged forth like a tide.

He thought of his wife, the old lady who had been with him her whole life but had never enjoyed a single day of happiness.

She was always cheerful, no matter how tired she was, she always had a smile on her face. Every time he came home from outings, she would wait at the door and hand him hot water.

"You're back? Are you tired? Dinner will be ready soon."

At that time, he was only focused on making money and always felt that there was plenty of time in the future to spend with her.

He promised to take her on a trip, to eat delicious food, and to see the world when he could no longer work, but she never got to see it.

When she was seriously ill, he was still working in another city. Every time he called, he would only report good news and not bad: "It's nothing, just a minor ailment, don't worry. Go about your business."

He believed it; he really believed it.

The last time she left home, she stood at the door, still the same as before, smiling and waving: "Take care on the road, come back soon."

He didn't even get to see her one last time.

Tears streamed down Grandpa Zhang's face, his shoulders heaving as he sobbed like a child. He squatted down, his cane falling to the ground with a thud.

"Old woman... I'm so sorry... I didn't take good care of you..."

His voice was hoarse and heartbreaking.

More and more people gathered around, but no one spoke.

Zhang Baojun stood to the side, his eyes also reddening.

He wanted to go forward and help, but he didn't dare to move.

His wife tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Let him cry. He's been holding it in for so many years; it'll be better if he just lets it out."

Grandpa Zhang cried so hard that his body started to go limp, and he looked like he was about to faint.

A volunteer nearby reacted quickly, catching him and helping him onto the medical vehicle.

The doctor quickly performed an examination. The blood pressure was a little high, but there was nothing seriously wrong. He took off his stethoscope and said to Zhang Baojun, "Just need a rest."

Zhang Baojun nodded, then turned to Lin Muyang: "Teacher Lin, um..." He hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Lin Muyang understood what he meant and nodded: "Okay."

He turned and went into the lab, took a small bottle of 100ml bamboo juice from the refrigerator, and handed it to Zhang Baojun: "Feed it to him."

Zhang Baojun took the bottle, carefully unscrewed the cap, and squatted down beside his father: "Dad, have some water."

Grandpa Zhang hadn't recovered yet. He took the bottle, his hands still trembling, and took a small sip.

Through his tear-filled eyes, he saw his beloved wife, whom he had been longing for day and night, once again.

She was still the same, cheerful, wearing that faded old dress, her hair neatly combed.

She stood in front of a bamboo grove, sunlight shining on her face, just like many years ago.

Grandpa Zhang looked at her, and tears welled up in his eyes again. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to begin.

His wife came over and took his hand as she always had: "Don't cry, I'm content with my life."

I know it's not easy for you to earn money to support the family. The children are all grown up, and I have no regrets.

"I'm sorry..." Grandpa Zhang finally managed to squeeze out a few words, his voice hoarse.

His wife shook her head: "You haven't done anything to wrong me. I've been very happy with you in this life."

Her figure slowly disappeared, like a dandelion seed scattered by the wind. Grandpa Zhang reached out to grab it, but grasped nothing.

On the ambulance, Grandpa Zhang opened his eyes, his face streaked with tears.

"Dad?" Zhang Baojun squatted down beside him and asked cautiously, "Are you alright?"

Grandpa Zhang slowly turned his head, looked at his son, and remained silent for a long time.

After a while, Grandpa Zhang wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, stood up, walked to Lin Muyang, and said earnestly, "Thank you."

Lin Muyang replied expressionlessly, "Hmm."

Grandpa Zhang, leaning on his cane, slowly walked out, and Zhang Baojun and his wife quickly followed.

Grandpa Zhang looked much lighter than when he arrived, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden.

Lin Muyang was about to return to the lab when his phone suddenly rang. He took it out and saw: Minister Zhao.