Just because I wrote "Zhu Xian," the school beauty sent me razor blades.

In the early morning in Interlaken, the air is filled with the scent of pine.

The red and yellow train clattered along the cogwheel tracks, slowly winding its way through the misty valley. The carriages were nearly empty, mostly filled with elderly European couples with gray hair and backpacks, each sipping coffee from their thermos cups and conversing quietly in German.

Lin Yuan, dressed in a plain dark gray fleece pullover, black casual pants, and non-slip Martin boots, was bending slightly as he pushed the two heavy suitcases into the luggage rack at the connection between the carriages.

Gu Zhiwan sat on a double seat by the window, holding a paper cup in both hands, sipping the hot cocoa she had just bought at the platform, her cheeks slightly flushed from the steam.

"Get off at the second stop, don't fall asleep." Lin Yuan walked back, sat down next to her, and casually brushed the stray hairs that were falling around her ears behind her ears.

"You're not asleep, you're wide awake." Gu Zhiwan turned her head and looked at him with her eyes crinkled.

Outside the car window, rolling hills were covered in varying shades of green, with a few small log cabins dotting the landscape.

A young train conductor with blond hair and blue eyes came over to check tickets. His gaze lingered on the two people's faces for two seconds, a hint of surprise and hesitation flashing in his eyes.

"Excuse me... are you Mr. Lin?" the train conductor asked tentatively in a low voice, speaking with a slight German accent.

Lin Yuan was somewhat surprised, then smiled gently and nodded in agreement: "Yes."

A light shone in the young man's eyes, and he exclaimed softly, "I've seen your 'The Shawshank Redemption' at an art cinema in Zurich. It was a very powerful film. Welcome to Switzerland."

Unlike the enthusiastic fans back home, he didn't shout in surprise. He simply asked politely if he could sign his name on a blank page of his notebook. Lin Yuan signed his name neatly, and the other person thanked him, clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and then very tactfully pushed the cart towards the next carriage.

The carriage returned to silence.

Lin Yuan leaned back in his chair and glanced at his watch.

In the past, when I traveled abroad, from Cannes to Los Angeles, the view outside my window was always filled with swarms of reporters, welcoming motorcades from major film studios, and endless banquets and social engagements in the world of fame and fortune. Like now, pulling my own suitcase, listening to the wheels rolling on the rails, aimlessly moving forward, seems to be a first for me in both my lives combined.

Time finally belonged entirely to them.

The little train stops at Grindelwald.

Instead of choosing those well-equipped five-star resort hotels, the two rented a traditional old wooden cabin halfway up the mountain, as they had previously selected online.

The wooden cabin has two floors with low-hanging eaves, and red geraniums bloom on the balcony. Pushing open the heavy double-glazed wooden windows of the master bedroom on the second floor, instead of the steel forest of skyscrapers, you are greeted by the majestic snow-capped peak of the Eiger and the alpine meadows swaying in the wind all over the mountains.

On the distant grassy slope, a dozen or so black and white cows were slowly grazing, the copper bells around their necks ringing out a clear and melodious "ding-dong" sound that echoed through the empty and quiet valley.

"Oh my god..." Gu Zhiwan leaned on the windowsill, took a deep breath of the fresh air carrying the crisp scent of snowmelt, and squinted her eyes in satisfaction. "It feels like all the stale air that accumulated from staying up all night back home has been washed away in one breath."

"Let's pack up and go down the mountain to buy groceries before the market closes." Lin Yuan wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, his chin lightly resting on her shoulder. "We'll be relying on the landlord's old electric stove tonight."

The town's open-air market is full of life.

Wooden stalls lined both sides of the stone-paved road, where freshly baked round breads emitted a rich wheat aroma, and honeycomb gleamed golden in glass jars.

Due to the language barrier, the two were completely exposed in front of the fresh produce shelves.

"Lin Yuan, does the German on this cheese say 'mild' or 'very smelly'?" Gu Zhiwan held a beautifully packaged hard cheese in her hand, frowning as she studied the long German word on it, her face full of confusion.

Lin Yuan took out his phone and scanned the cheese with a translation app for a while. A string of garbled machine translations appeared on the screen. Without changing his expression, he put the cheese back in its place: "Based on my years of experience as a director, the wilder the font, the more inhuman the taste usually is. Buy the one next to it with the strawberry pattern; at least it's guaranteed to be sweet."

Gu Zhiwan chuckled and stuffed a small basket of bright red raspberries she had picked out into his arms: "Alright, I'll follow Master Lin's instructions."

Lin Yuan resigned himself to being a lackey and laborer, carrying a paper bag of baguettes and butter in his left hand and a net bag of fresh, juicy cherry tomatoes in his right.

Gu Zhiwan stopped in front of a handmade silver jewelry stall, picking and choosing with great interest. Lin Yuan stood quietly beside her, watching her fair fingers move among the inexpensive but exotic trinkets. Sunlight shone on the ends of her slightly curled hair, gilding them with a soft golden edge.

In the evening, the two climbed up a gentle grassy slope behind the wooden house.

The haystacks here exude a warm, sun-dried scent. The setting sun is sinking very slowly, and the entire Alps are bathed in a breathtaking crimson and golden-orange hue, much like the legendary "Golden Mountain Sunrise."

The mountain winds at higher altitudes grew stronger, carrying a biting chill as they swept down from the snow-capped peaks.

Lin Yuan unbuttoned his thick windproof jacket and wrapped Gu Zhiwan tightly in his arms from behind, burying his chin in her soft hair to shield her from the cold wind.

Gu Zhiwan obediently snuggled closer to him, tucked her hands into his large pockets, and looked at the snow line lit up by the sunset in the distance, saying softly, "It really looks like a painting."

"Um."

"I used to feel that if I stopped working before I turned thirty, I would panic. I felt like the whole world was rushing forward and I would fall behind." She played with Lin Yuan's warm knuckles, her voice soft. "But sitting here, looking at this snow mountain that has stood for thousands of years, I suddenly realized that the little bit of billing, box office and trending topics that we used to fight so hard for were actually very insignificant."

Lin Yuan smiled and tightened his arm around her: "The world of fame and fortune belongs to others; life is what truly belongs to you."

He casually broke off a dry, thin twig from the meadow beside him and leaned over to sketch on the soft, muddy ground in front of him.

With minimalist lines, he sketched two small figures curled up on rocking chairs with just a few strokes. His hair was drawn as a few sparse curls with a mischievous touch, and next to him was a kitten lying on its back, sunbathing.

"What is this?" Gu Zhiwan pointed at the graffiti on the muddy ground, laughing so hard she was shaking.

"When we're old," Lin Yuan tossed away the branch, a smile playing in his eyes, "when all our teeth are gone and our hair is white, you'll still be so worried, and I'll still be so lazy. We'll sit on the balcony in the sun, teasing each other about our shortcomings, and neither of us will complain about the other."

Gu Zhiwan looked at the rough clay painting, and her eyes suddenly welled up with tears. She didn't speak, but turned around and pressed her face against his warm chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat.

On the third day, the two went to a gentle hiking trail at the foot of the Jungfrau.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the cogwheel train, the gravel road beneath your feet is flanked by patches of snow that have not yet completely melted.

Gu Zhiwan's stamina was no match for Lin Yuan's. After walking two kilometers, she was slightly out of breath and her ankles were a little sore. Lin Yuan pulled her to sit down on a sunny rock by the roadside, naturally kneeling on one knee, taking off her hiking boots, and placing his large, warm palm on her slightly cool ankle, kneading it gently.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, it's just a little sore." Gu Zhiwan looked down at his focused profile, the tip of his nose turning pink from the cold wind.

Suddenly, fine snowflakes began to drift down from the sky.

Gu Zhiwan reached out and caught a crystal-clear hexagonal snowflake. The snowflake touched the warmth of her palm and instantly turned into a drop of clear water.

Lin Yuan looked up and saw that her hands were a little red from the cold. He then cupped her two slightly cool hands in his palms, lowered his head to his lips, and gently breathed out a cloud of warm air before carefully rubbing them.

The vast and boundless majestic snow-capped mountains stand silently between heaven and earth, like the most faithful witnesses.

Lin Yuan looked up and met her soft, luminous eyes. Following his heart, he leaned forward and gently kissed her cool yet soft lips.

Gu Zhiwan closed her eyes and naturally wrapped her arms around his neck.

The kiss was light and slow, mixed with the coolness of the snow water and the warmth of our intertwined breaths, so pure that it was untainted by any worldly impurities.

When they stopped to rest by the lake, Gu Zhiwan took out her small portable film camera from her bag and snapped a picture.

In the viewfinder, Lin Yuan stands with one hand in his pocket beside a pine tree where the snow has not yet melted. He is looking at the distant snow-capped peaks, his bangs are ruffled by the wind, and a relaxed smile plays on his lips.

While cruising on Lake Lucerne on a steamboat, the two met a retired couple of teachers who were also from China.

The old man, wearing reading glasses, was looking at a map in the cabin, while the old woman was peeling oranges for her husband.

Seeing Lin Yuan and Gu Zhiwan leaning side by side against the ship's railing, enjoying the breeze, the old lady paused, nudged her husband's arm, and hesitantly stepped forward to greet them: "Excuse me... are you Director Lin and Xiao Gu?"

Lin Yuan and Gu Zhiwan exchanged a smile and nodded politely in greeting, "Hello, Uncle and Aunt."

The elderly couple seemed pleasantly surprised, but they didn't disturb them too much, simply standing aside and chatting about everyday things.

"I saw the news online yesterday that you two went on a world tour during your vacation. I was even grumbling to my husband about it. These days, what young person would be willing to give up their career at the peak of their career?" The old lady looked at Gu Zhiwan with kind and gentle eyes. "But looking at you two now, I think you made the right choice. When we were young, we were always thinking about competing for professional titles and being awarded top honors. Only when we get old do we realize that no matter how much fame and fortune we have, we can't take it with us. The people who can stay by our side and enjoy the scenery are the real ones."

The old gentleman chuckled and handed two segments of orange to the two young people: "Relax and have fun. We love watching your shows. When you're done having fun and go back to your country, my wife and I will go to the cinema to buy tickets."

After seeing the elderly couple off, Gu Zhiwan leaned against the mottled wooden gunwale. The lake surface shimmered, and water birds glided low over the dark green water.

The wind ruffled the wooden hairpin that held her hair up.

She was raising her hand to help when she suddenly felt a lightness in her hair.

Lin Yuan appeared behind her without her noticing, and from somewhere produced a slender silver hairpin carved with snowflake patterns. He gently replaced the old wooden hairpin in her hair and casually gathered up her soft, dark hair.

Gu Zhiwan paused slightly, raised her hand to touch the cool end of the silver hairpin, and turned to look at him: "When did you buy it?"

"I noticed you glanced at it a couple of times at the market." Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow, his tone casual. "It was a small favor, and it suits you quite well."

The lake breeze lifted the hem of their clothes, and Gu Zhiwan's eyes sparkled, her smile impossible to suppress.

Nighttime, a wooden cabin in the mountains.

Dry pine firewood crackled and popped softly in the fireplace, its orange glow warming the entire living room.

On the large tweed sofa, the two were wrapped in the same thick wool blanket.

Gu Zhiwan curled up, nestled in Lin Yuan's arms, swiping her phone screen.

The buzz surrounding the trending topics in China hasn't died down yet. Hashtags like #TheCurrentStateOfChineseMusicScenesAfterLinYuanRetiresFromActor# and #OldManWhatWillYouRepayOurDragonClan# are still hanging high on the list, and netizens are still wailing and complaining in various creative ways in the comments section.

Gu Zhiwan smiled and handed the screen to Lin Yuan: "Look, Director Lin, your eager book fans and movie fans have already started crowdfunding on the super topic to send you razor blades, asking if you're going to write anything during this holiday."

Lin Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids. He reached out and snatched her phone away, placing it face down on the coffee table.

"I won't write, I won't look, I won't worry." He lazily rested his chin on the top of her head, casually picked up the cleaned portable camera, and pulled up the photos taken during the day. "For the next two years, my only full-time job will be accompanying Ms. Gu Zhiwan on vacations. All other business will be suspended."

Gu Zhiwan smiled slightly, and in the flickering firelight of the fireplace, she and he looked through the photos from the past few days one by one.

There's a candid photo of her sticking out her tongue after scalding herself with hot cocoa, a profile of him clumsily rubbing his feet at the foot of a snow-capped mountain, and a childish doodle of two little white-haired figures drawn on the mud.

"Lin Yuan." Gu Zhiwan looked up, the firelight dancing in her clear eyes. "Having seen enough snow in Switzerland, where are we going next?"

Lin Yuan put down his camera, put his long arm around her, and pulled the blanket up a little higher for her.

"Head south to Italy. Stay in a waterfront villa in Venice, watch the sunset in Florence, and then go to Sicily to feel the Mediterranean breeze."

"It sounds so warm."

"Yes, it will be warmer than the snow-capped mountains."

Outside the window, the majestic snow-capped Alps are hidden in the quiet and deep night, and the copper bells under the eaves of the wooden house occasionally ring softly in the wind.

The fire in the fireplace inside the house flickered.

Lin Yuan looked down at the girl in his arms, whose breathing was gradually becoming steady and peaceful, and smiled silently.