I'm a web novelist, and you want me to work in the entertainment industry?

After leaving the main room, the old man rummaged through the storage room and pulled out three bamboo baskets.

Cheng Che, Tian Xiwei, and himself.

Cheng Che and Tian Xiwei took the baskets and carried them on their backs. Then, the old man pulled out two straw hats from somewhere.

Brand new, with the brim still smelling of hay.

"Put it on, the sun's too strong," the old man said. "I bought this at the market before, it's brand new."

Tian Xiwei put the straw hat on her head. The brim was a bit too big and almost covered her eyes. She pushed it up a little and glanced at Cheng Che.

Cheng Che carried a bamboo basket on his back and wore a straw hat. The straw hat made his delicate face look even more honest and simple.

She pursed her lips and smiled.

Cheng Che glanced at her, puzzled, and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Tian Xiwei pulled her hat brim down again to hide her expression, her voice muffled. "I was thinking of something happy."

Cheng Che: ? ? ? ?

What's making you happy? Tell us so we can all share in the joy!

[New skins unlocked – Farming Season Girlfriend Tian Xiwei, Boyfriend Cheng Che.]

The Straw Hat Crew from "Random Notes" has arrived.

Why do they look so handsome and beautiful wearing straw hats, while I look terrible in one?

These two modeling idiots think they're so great...

The old man put on a straw hat, then turned around and picked up his basket to carry it on his back.

Tian Xiwei, with her sharp eyes, noticed that the old man had stuffed an old black backpack into his basket.

"Grandpa, what's in your bag?" she asked.

"nice one!"

"What good stuff?"

"You'll find out when the time comes," the old man said with a crooked smile.

After getting ready, the old man took the lead, followed by Cheng Che and Tian Xiwei, and the three of them left the courtyard in a "grand and imposing" manner.

……

At 10 a.m., the group arrived at their destination.

An orchard lay on the gentle slope of the hillside. It was not large, but it was well-maintained.

Dozens of fig trees are arranged in several rows, evenly spaced, each one with lush branches and leaves that shine green in the sunlight.

Clusters of purplish-red fruits hung from the branches, many of them so ripe they were practically bursting open, and several bees buzzed around the cracks.

"We've arrived." Grandpa Xie put his basket on the ground, put his hands on his hips, and looked around like a lion surveying its territory.

Wow! Between cigarettes and figs, sir, are you perhaps one of those self-made millionaires?

【It's not impossible... The fridge is full of drinks, and she goes out to play the erhu first thing in the morning? Would someone with no money have that much free time?】

[How come someone so rich is still unmarried and childless...? Maybe this guy is even more sought after than me in the dating market.]

[Upstairs, should I laugh or cry?]

"Here, catch." The old man tossed a pair of gloves to Tian Xiwei and Cheng Che, then put on gloves himself and walked to a tree.

"Pick the purplish-red ones; these are fully ripe. Give them a gentle twist, and they'll fall off at the slightest touch."

After he finished speaking, he demonstrated it by gently turning his hand, and a fig landed perfectly in his palm, with a little white juice seeping from the stem.

"Have you learned it yet?" the old man asked.

"We understand." The two nodded.

"Let's get started then. One basket per person, and we'll call it a day when the baskets are full." The old man waved his hand and began picking on his own.

As soon as she finished speaking, Tian Xiwei had already excitedly disappeared into the first row of fruit trees.

She put on her gloves, squatted down in front of a tree laden with purple figs, and gently twisted it as the old man had taught her, and a fig fell perfectly into her palm.

She held it up to the sunlight and looked at it, feeling a great sense of accomplishment.

"Cheng Che." She tilted her head to look at Cheng Che, who was standing in the next row. "Let's have a competition!"

"Okay." Cheng Che gently placed a fig into his basket. "What do you want to compete in?"

"Let's see who fills their basket first," Tian Xiwei said, then thought for a moment, "Hmm... the loser has to treat everyone to popsicles later!"

"Then it seems I have no choice but to accept your popsicle." Cheng Che said, picking two more figs and putting them into his basket.

"Why did you sneak away!" Tian Xiwei grumbled, then stopped talking and got busy with her work.

The two bent over and moved among the trees, picking figs one by one, their bamboo baskets swaying gently on their backs with each movement.

Grandpa Xie listened to their conversation from afar, adjusted his sunglasses with his middle finger, smiled, and continued with his work.

[Such a heartwarming scene...the corpse feels so warm.]

No! No, no, no! Don't show this kind of thing to a sewer rat like me! I'll disappear!

[Awesome, I'm going to bite anyone I see when I go out later.]

These two seem really comfortable together; perhaps they can truly carry on the tradition of the first three seasons.

[However, given that they are both ordinary people and relatively unknown actresses... can they really achieve this?]

As the sun rose higher, the temperature gradually increased.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Tian Xiwei's forehead. She raised her hand to wipe them away, not even noticing the mud stain on the back of her hand.

Cheng Che's shirt was soaked in a large patch on the back, clinging to his body, but he didn't care.

"Take a rest if you're tired," said Grandpa Xie. "If you're thirsty, pick a couple of figs and eat them yourself, don't be shy."

Upon hearing this, Tian Xiwei picked out the largest fig from her basket and broke it open with a little effort.

The flesh is bright red and has a natural fruity aroma.

She took a big bite, and the flesh was soft, sweet, and melted in her mouth.

Upon tasting something delicious, her eyes lit up instantly, and before she had even swallowed the fruit, she mumbled, "Delicious!"

Cheng Che also picked one to eat, and it really tasted great, much better than the figs he used to buy in the supermarket.

Viewers in front of their screens are practically drooling!

Wow! This fig looks delicious!

Where is morality? Where is humanity? Where is connection?

[To be honest, Wang Zheng, you should quit being a director. Why are you doing live-streaming "product promotion" but not getting any links?]

"It must taste delicious!" the old man said proudly.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Tian Xiwei exclaimed sincerely. "Did you grow this orchard yourself, sir?"

"Yes," the old man suddenly sighed, "It was planted by one person, and he watered and fertilized it all by himself. It's been quite a few years."

Cheng Che and Tian Xiwei sensed something was off about his tone, but before they could ask, the old man stood up:

"Alright, alright, I've rested enough, let's get back to work!" he said energetically.

Seeing this, the two of them didn't press the matter further.

So, when the three of them got tired, they would sit down on the spot, rest for a while in the shade of the fig tree, eat a fig, and then stand up again to continue picking figs when they were rested enough.

Before we knew it, it was noon.

The three people, in that order—the old man, Cheng Che, and Tian Xiwei—filled their respective baskets with the harvest.

"I lost," Tian Xiwei readily admitted. "I'll treat you when we get to the convenience store later."

"Then I shall respectfully accept your offer," Cheng Che said with a smile.

Just then, the old man walked over carrying his black backpack.

"Are you hungry?" he asked. "Come, come, let me treat you to lunch. After we eat, we'll go back."

After saying that, he unzipped his backpack, lifted it up, and tilted it downwards.

"Splash—"

Three buckets of instant noodles, three sausages, and three bags of braised eggs rolled onto the ground.