I put you in charge of the child, and you raised a monster!

The next day, the production team really did give everyone a day off.

He Chuan stood by the car with a megaphone, speaking softer than usual.

"The previous tasks were too intense, so we won't be doing any professional missions today."

"Let's all go to the suburban wetland park for some fresh air."

Zhao Lei was the first to clap.

"Finally, it feels like a family-friendly variety show."

Bai Sisi glanced at him.

"You said yesterday that you wanted to go to the auction."

Zhao Lei coughed.

People should learn to be content.

Chen Doudou was already standing at the car door, carrying her small water bottle.

"Mommy, will Ling'er catch some bad guys again today?"

Lin Jia pulled him back.

"Today we're only catching mosquitoes."

Chen Doudou responded with an "oh," clearly a little disappointed.

Shen Ling'er sat in the last row, by the window, her eyes shining brightly.

She wasn't wearing a formal coat today, but a light-colored sweatshirt, and her shoelaces were tied looser than usual.

As soon as the car started moving, the wind from outside rushed in through the window.

She pressed her face against the window, and her nose twitched.

"Mom, the air outside isn't expensive."

Yang Mi was amused by her.

"You even picked one."

Shen Ling'er nodded seriously.

"It's too stuffy at home."

Yang Mi looked at her and his heart suddenly softened.

The child relaxed completely as soon as he went outside.

It's like something that's been bottled up for so long, and now it's finally being released.

The wetland park is not far away.

As soon as they arrived at their destination, the children took off running.

The meadow was vast, there was a breeze by the river, and reeds stretched out in the distance.

The production team didn't dare to set up too much equipment, only keeping a few long shots.

No tasks will be recorded today.

We're only accepting applications today.

Shen Ling'er was the first to rush onto the grassy slope, almost losing her shoes in the process.

She stopped beside a rock, glanced down at it, and stepped over it.

The movements were quick, steady, and without the slightest hesitation.

Zhao Lei stood behind and clicked his tongue.

"This child is like a caged animal."

Bai Sisi whispered:

"She was never meant to be in a cage."

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Ling'er had already climbed up a small tree next to her.

The tree is not tall, but its branches are very thick.

She held a branch in one hand, planted a firm foot on it, and stood on it, looking into the distance.

Just as Yang Mi was about to call her down, a photography assistant next to him took a breath.

"How come this child isn't afraid at all?"

He Chuan was also staring.

"It's not that she's not afraid."

"She knows where she can stand."

Yang Mi was taken aback when he heard this.

She couldn't explain why, but a name suddenly popped into her mind.

Shen Fei.

Will he do the same?

I don't like staying indoors.

Once you're outside, it's like the wind has carried you away.

On the other side of the meadow, Chen Doudou was chasing butterflies.

He took two steps and then tripped and fell.

Lin Jia sighed as she brushed the dirt off his trouser legs.

"Look at Ling'er."

Chen Doudou looked up at Shen Ling'er in the tree and whispered:

"She's not someone else."

"She is Ling'er."

Lin Jia: "..."

This kid is quite good at dividing people into camps.

Shen Ling'er jumped down from the tree, her knee scraping against a stone as she landed.

Yang Mi, with his sharp eyes, immediately went over.

Are you injured?

Shen Ling'er looked down.

"fine."

Yang Mi rolled up her trouser legs.

There is a shallow, new abrasion on the side of my knee.

"How did this happen?"

Shen Ling'er pulled her leg back.

"He fell."

Yang Mi frowned.

"Who did you fall with?"

Shen Ling'er looked at her and remained silent.

Yang Mi's heart skipped a beat.

She suddenly realized that Ling'er rarely acted like this.

She would immediately shut up if she encountered a topic that couldn't be discussed.

Like a little animal closing the door.

At this moment, Su Wan walked over with Zhou Xiaoyu in her hand and asked Yang Mi with a smile.

"Sister Mi, is Ling'er usually this wild?"

Yang Mi helped his daughter pull down her trouser legs and casually said:

"While I was filming, she spent most of her time at home with her dad."

She didn't even realize there was anything wrong with what she said.

But as soon as she finished speaking, Shen Ling'er raised her head and glanced at her.

That look in his eyes was a little strange.

It's not that I'm unhappy.

It's more like he's thinking, "How could my mother have guessed that?"

Zhao Lei, with his sharp ears, immediately leaned closer.

"What does Shen Fei usually do?"

"How did you raise Ling'er like this?"

He Chuan also asked:

"Yeah, Sister Mi, does he usually stay home and take care of the kids?"

Yang Mi paused for a moment.

"I think so."

She wasn't entirely sure.

Because she suddenly remembered that some nights when she finished filming and went back home, Ling'er would be covered in mud, have grass clippings on the soles of her shoes, and have tree bark marks on her cuffs.

She asked several times.

Ling'er said she was playing near home.

She believed it then.

Looking back now, I realize there's nowhere near home where you can have so much fun.

Shen Ling'er squatted by the river, picked up a thin twig, and scratched the ground twice.

"You guys are so noisy."

Zhao Lei glanced at her.

"Ling'er, is your father made of wind?"

Shen Ling'er looked up.

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Lei thought for a moment.

"I just don't like staying at home, I'm always running around."

Shen Ling'er did not respond.

She threw the branch into the grass, got up, and walked towards the reeds by the river.

Yang Mi followed instinctively.

"Don't run around."

Shen Ling'er didn't turn her head.

"I know the way."

She walked very fast.

The ground was covered in soft mud, yet she didn't make a single wrong step.

When she reached the reeds, she squatted down, reached out and parted a leaf, and surprisingly pulled out a small green insect.

There are grasshoppers here.

Chen Doudou immediately ran over.

"I want to see it too!"

Shen Ling'er placed the grasshopper in her palm and handed it to him.

"Don't squeeze it to death."

Chen Doudou carefully took it, her face flushed with excitement.

"Ling'er, you're amazing."

Shen Ling'er said calmly:

"That doesn't count."

"My dad said, 'Don't touch grass that's wet on your face, because there's a hole underneath.'"

Zhao Lei was taken aback.

"Did your father teach you this too?"

Shen Ling'er hummed in agreement.

"He also taught me that I shouldn't step on a third stone by the river."

He Chuan subconsciously looked down at his feet.

There were three wet stones lined up.

He took half a step back.

"Your father's teaching method is quite practical."

Shen Ling'er glanced at him.

"My dad said, 'Being alive is the most important thing.'"

He Chuan: "..."

That's a very strong statement.

But there's really nothing wrong with it.

At noon, everyone spread out mats on the grass and ate a simple meal.

Shen Ling'er sat next to Yang Mi, ate a couple of bites, and then looked up at the birds in the sky.

Her eyes followed a black-tailed bird as it flew away until it disappeared from sight.

Yang Mi wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth and asked softly:

"Where do you and your dad usually go?"

Shen Ling'er, biting into a cookie, mumbled:

"Many places."

"In the mountains, by the river, on the old road, on the ruined tower, on the stone bridge."

Yang Mi was stunned.

"A ruined tower?"

Shen Ling'er nodded.

"There's also an uninhabited house."

Yang Mi's heart skipped a beat.

"What are you doing there?"

Shen Ling'er glanced at her.

"Enjoy the scenery."

Yang Mi did not believe it.

"So how did you get these injuries?"

Shen Ling'er bit the cookie in half and looked down at her palm.

"He fell."

Yang Mi lowered her voice a little.

"Ling'er, tell your mother the truth."

Shen Ling'er did not look up.

"He really fell."

"Don't ask anymore."

After she finished speaking, she actually pushed the bag of cookies aside, as if she was about to end the conversation.

Yang Mi's heart tightened.

She knew that the child wasn't unwilling to talk.

It's something I can't say.

But the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to know.

Several mothers nearby were also chatting.

Bai Sisi looked at Shen Ling'er with envy.

"Your kid, though wild, really knows how to have fun."

Su Wan smiled and said:

"She seems born to be out and about."

Zhao Lei immediately responded.

"No wonder Shen Fei is so mysterious."

"Is he like that himself, always wandering around?"

Yang Mi lowered her head, clutching the paper cup, and didn't answer.

She suddenly remembered a time when she returned home from filming a night scene and Ling'er was already asleep.

She walked to the bedside and found a small pebble on the bedside table, with a crumpled note underneath.

There is only one sentence above.

"We went up the mountain today, and dinner is in the pot."

She didn't think much of it at the time.

Now that I think about it, that was nowhere near "on the mountain".

The place they're going to is probably very far away.

The wind picked up a bit in the afternoon.

After finishing her food, Shen Ling'er ran to a tree and sat down with her back against the trunk.

She looked up at the swaying leaves.

After watching for a while, he suddenly stood up and climbed up in a few quick movements.

The movements were too swift.

The children under the tree were all stunned.

Chen Doudou's mouth was open.

"Can she fly?"

Shen Ling'er stood on a tree branch and looked back at him.

"I can't fly."

"Only my dad would."

Upon hearing this, the adults nearby fell silent for a moment.

Yang Mi looked up at her, and for some reason, his heart trembled slightly.

The wind blew across the river, rustling the reeds and stirring something she couldn't quite explain in her heart.

She suddenly stood up.

"Ling'er, come down."

Shen Ling'er looked down at her.

"What's wrong?"

Yang Mi looked at the shallow wound on her knee and spoke softly.

"Tell your mother."

"Where do you and your dad usually go?"

The little girl in the tree fell silent.

The wind blew past her ear.

She gripped the branch with one hand and slowly tucked the other hand into her sleeve.

The red string coin inside the sleeve touched lightly.

Ding.

A very soft sound.

Shen Ling'er pursed her lips and did not answer.

Yang Mi wanted to ask more questions.

"Is it dangerous?"

Shen Ling'er's shoulder twitched.

She finally lowered her head and looked at Yang Mi.

"daughter."

"Don't ask anymore."

Yang Mi was stunned.

Shen Ling'er turned her face away, staring at the distant river, as if she hadn't heard anything.

But the more she acted this way, the more Yang Mi felt a void in his heart.

She seemed to suddenly realize that all she knew about Shen Fei over the years was that he hadn't appeared on camera.

Little did she know that he and her daughter had already traveled many roads she had never seen before.

The wind is still blowing.

The leaves rustled very softly.

Shen Ling'er sat on a tree branch, her back to her, and stopped speaking.