Reborn in 2006, I met Mr. Zhou from the past.

Yan Lun shrank back, glanced at his younger brother through the rearview mirror, and couldn't help but advise, "Little brother, why don't you just give up? Is it really worth going to such lengths for a woman? There are plenty of girls out there, just find another one."

"No, brother." Yan Yun's voice was cold and hard, but the next second, that fierceness suddenly dissipated, and his tone revealed a rare stubbornness and softness, "I really like her."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade him otherwise, Yan Lun sighed helplessly, "Alright, shall we come again this afternoon?"

"Okay, let's go back." Yan Yun leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and stopped talking.

Yan Lun shook his head and didn't say anything more. The light turned green, and he stepped on the gas, the car roared, and quickly drove away from the intersection.

In the internet cafe, Su Fengnan had just logged on when her QQ avatar started flashing rapidly. Opening the chat window, she saw a message from Editor Song.

"Xinyuan, check the backend! Your book has climbed to number one on the new book chart!"

Su Fengnan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly switched to the webpage. The number in the view count column was jumping wildly, soaring from tens to hundreds to thousands, and the number of favorites instantly surpassed ten thousand. She gasped, her fingers trembling as she clicked on the comments section, which was already in an uproar.

"Wow, what an amazing author! This is practically a 'Guide to Identifying Jerks'!"

"I'm in love! I've been struggling with whether or not to accept that guy's advances, but after reading Xinyuan's analysis, I instantly came to my senses."

"Xinyuan knows so much, could she be a middle-aged woman nearing fifty?"

"Hey upstairs, if you're jealous, just say so. What business is it of yours how old Xinyuan is?"

Turning off the comments, Su Fengnan took a deep breath and replied to Editor Song: "Editor Song, my writing is neither skillful nor flowery, how did I become number one?"

On the other side of the screen, Song Jiaqi put down her fast food and quickly typed on the keyboard: "Since you interacted with the readers, word of mouth has spread like wildfire. Haven't you seen that your interaction replies and collections have exceeded ten thousand? Heartfelt words are just the surface; what truly moves people is the sincere emotion in your writing. You are a very promising author, keep it up!"

"Thank you, Editor Song."

Even after closing the chat window, Su Fengnan's heart was still pounding. The feeling of being recognized by so many people made her blood boil, and her fingers flew across the keyboard, typing twice as fast as usual.

……

The Zhou family was enjoying their lunch.

Zhou Chenyu accompanied Old Chen for lunch, but his hand was always clutching his phone. Every noon, that familiar penguin icon would light up once. He knew that girl was writing a novel, but he never bothered her, like a patient hunter, wanting to see if this frightened little hedgehog would peek out on its own.

Grandma noticed her grandson's distraction, coughed lightly, and reminded him, "Yu'er, you need to concentrate on your meal."

Zhou Chenyu looked up and saw his grandmother giving him a meaningful look. He felt a little helpless, knowing that his grandmother was afraid he would be impolite in front of the guests.

"Grandma, Old Chen is not an outsider," he explained gently.

Old Chen put down his chopsticks, gave him a half-smile, and said, "Hey kid, you're totally absorbed in your phone, aren't you? Got a girlfriend?"

Grandma's eyes lit up instantly, and she looked at Zhou Chenyu with anticipation: "Yu'er, is it true?"

Zhou Chenyu reluctantly put away her phone, picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and put it into her grandmother's bowl. "Grandma, don't listen to Old Chen's nonsense. He's just jealous that my phone is better than his."

Old Chen snorted, but because the old lady was present, he didn't expose her, though his eyes held a hint of mockery, as if to say, "I see through it but I won't say it."

"Oh, Yu'er, if you find someone you like, you must bring them back to show Grandma!"

"Okay, okay, I understand." Zhou Chenyu replied repeatedly and added more soup for her grandmother.

After dinner, Zhou Chenyu and Old Chen discussed Zhou Chenyu's grandmother's condition privately in the study. Based on the previous diagnosis of her pulse, it was confirmed that Zhou Chenyu had Alzheimer's disease.

"She used to forget things once a month, but now it's twice as frequent. Sometimes she doesn't hear me when I call her, and she'll sit alone on the sofa in the middle of the night, lost in thought." Zhou Chenyu frowned, her tone heavy.

After pondering for a moment, Old Chen picked up his pen and wrote a prescription: "Deficiency of kidney essence, deficiency of both heart and spleen. I will prescribe two doses of medicine first, combined with acupuncture and massage, which can temporarily slow the progression of the disease."

"Thank you, Mr. Chen."

"Don't thank me yet. This is just a temporary measure. I won't be staying here for long. After I leave, you'll need to arrange for someone to continue giving her physical therapy."

"I'll make the arrangements."

Old Chen handed him the prescription: "Go get the medicine, and I'll check it before I brew it."

Zhou Chenyu took the prescription to the newly opened pharmacy on West Street. The young woman who dispensed the medicine stared at Zhou Chenyu, a man of such extraordinary bearing, and handled the medicine with nimble hands and a radiant smile.

"Okay, sir, please take this." The girl handed over the packaged medicine in a sweet voice.

"Thank you." Zhou Chenyu took the medicine and prepared to pay.

"Do you need anything else? I'll get it for you." The girl leaned forward, clearly trying to strike up a conversation.

Zhou Chenyu paused, the image of Su Fengnan's slightly pale face flashing through his mind. He pulled out a photo of the prescription saved on his phone and handed it over: "Get me two more doses of this."

The young woman glanced at the herbs, which were all for regulating qi and blood, and smiled meaningfully: "Please wait a moment."

Ten minutes later, the medicine was ready. While paying, the young woman tried to upsell, saying, "If you're using this to regulate your body, you'll need to take it for a while. We offer discounts for members."

Zhou Chenyu thought for a moment and then went along with her wishes to get one. "Okay, get one for me."

When I got home, my grandmother had just finished her acupuncture and gone to bed, while Mr. Chen was lying in a rocking chair with his eyes closed, resting.

Zhou Chenyu handed over the medicine, and Old Chen examined it carefully, even picking up a little and tasting it.

"Hmm, the medicine is fine, but its efficacy is a bit weak. If we could get wild-grown medicine, the effect would be much better."

Zhou Chenyu was speechless; wild medicinal herbs were rare and hard to come by. A thought seemed to flash through his mind, but he couldn't quite grasp it.

At this moment, Aunt Zhou came out of the kitchen: "Young Master Chen Yu, give me the medicine, I'll go brew it."

Zhou Chenyu handed the medicine to his wife and turned to sit back down next to Old Chen. He had been pondering Old Chen's true purpose for coming and was thinking about how to bring it up when Old Chen preemptively spoke.

"Young fisherman, I need to borrow two people from you to accompany me on a trip to the deep mountains to gather herbs."

Zhou Chenyu's suspicions were confirmed, but he remained outwardly calm: "Old Chen came to Zijiang this time just to collect herbs?"

"Yes, but only you know this now." Old Chen opened his eyes, his gaze intense.

Zhou Chenyu thought about how her grandmother also needed long-term medication, and after a moment's consideration, she agreed: "Okay. But this time, I'll accompany Old Chen into the mountains."

"Okay! As long as you prepare enough dry rations."

"When do we set off?"

"No rush, we need to do a few more acupuncture treatments for your grandmother to see how things go. I'll let you know when we've set the date."

"Okay, I'll head to the shop now. Please rest assured and stay here for the next few days. Call me anytime if you need anything."

"Okay, go ahead." Old Chen waved his hand, closed his eyes again, and rocked the creaking chair.