Huayu Tianxian: This director is such a hypocrite!

P.S.: Background music: "The Name Engraved in My Heart (Instrumental Version)"

"Master, I think Uncle Zhao is absolutely right!"

In the grand theater, the audience below the stage booed because Zhu Yawen, the big yellow dog on stage, actually stood up and spoke.

"This is?"

Yang Qianwu thought for a moment and then understood.

Wang Xiaoying, who was standing nearby, leaned over and asked, "Are they mushrooms?"

"It should be." Yang Qianwu nodded, explaining the deeper meaning of this scene very clearly: "The mushroom is foreshadowing; what follows is all an illusion, adding to Gouzi's perspective and thoughts, but diluting the magical atmosphere... Ye Chong's brain is really sharp!"

Xie Fei, standing to the side, raised his head slightly. Although the bet stipulated that he would only accept a disciple after winning first place, he was already feeling honored.

If I can be attracted to Ye Chong, doesn't that show that I have good taste?

On stage, neither Yifei nor Wang Jingsong were frightened by Dahuang. The two of them and the dog walked along the village entrance in the sunset.

"Actually... I once carried you back to the village on my back." Yi Fei's voice rang out, but it wasn't directed at Wang Jingsong; it was directed at Zhu Yawen.

"I know." Zhu Yawen straightened up, occasionally raising his foot to scratch his chin in the air, acting very professionally.

"You cried a lot after you came back last time, what happened?"

"My father is dead." Yifei's face still showed no sadness, only complexity.

"Everyone dies eventually, just like us dogs." Zhu Yawen's tone was devoid of sadness, as if stating a fact: "I will also leave you, my master. I'm already a twelve-year-old dog."

"Why do people have to die?" Yifei's small face was full of questions. This young girl in the prime of her youth had experienced the deaths of her adoptive parents and biological parents. Now, her beloved dog, Dahuang, who had been with her for more than ten years, was also going to leave her.

"Master, don't you resent your mother anymore?"

"Who said that!" Yifei immediately glared at her with a fierce expression.

"Xiao Ye," Wang Jingsong finally interjected, "I think you should reconcile with your mother; she's your last remaining family."

Yifei glanced behind her with a complicated expression, muttering, "But she abandoned me."

"Didn't you find the answer, Master?"

Zhu Yawen's voice rang out, still devoid of emotion, like... an innocent child, even when reasoning with someone, his tone was flat.

"Answer?"

Yifei lowered her head and muttered to herself.

"Every life has an answer." Zhu Yawen walked on the conveyor belt, shaking its head, its eyes revealing neither joy nor sorrow: "My answer is companionship. A dog's mission is companionship. If there is an afterlife, I still want to be by your side."

"Thank you, Big Yellow."

"You're a good dog, Big Yellow!"

"call out--"

Suddenly, something was thrown up from below the stage, and it was quickly transported to the three of them via a conveyor belt.

Wang Jingsong picked up the doll, and the three of them stepped off the conveyor belt.

"What's that?" Wang Xiaoying squinted, unable to see clearly.

However, Liu's mother, who was behind the judges' panel, saw it clearly; it was a yellow dog doll.

"This is!" Yifei's eyes widened, and she squatted down with trembling hands.

"This is my mother," Zhu Yawen said.

Accompanied by the instrumental version of "The Name Engraved in My Heart" specially commissioned by Ye Chong, a complex expression appeared in his eyes for the first time, and his tone became heavy.

Wang Jingsong scratched his head, somewhat confused: "Ah Huang, your mother?"

My mother is one year older than me.

Zhu Yawen offered an explanation and then squatted down as well.

"A dog's life may be short, but it's enough. Ten years is truly enough!"

Wang Jingsong didn't know what he meant by "enough," so he picked up the yellow dog and said, "Bury it."

Yifei ignored him, her eyes red as she looked behind the yellow dog: "Where did its tail go?"

Just then, the accompaniment reached its climax, and the mournful, melodious sound of a trumpet began—

Under the warm yellow lights of the stage, Zhu Yawen smiled slightly with tears in his eyes: "It's good. At this point, it no longer needs to wag its tail and beg for mercy from others."

"hiss--"

"call--"

"Waaah—"

A collective gasp rippled through the audience, primarily from the judges' section, while the rest of the audience whimpered.

"This sentence doesn't seem to be about dogs, yet it does seem to be about dogs."

"Rhubarb, from ancient times to the present, has been a symbol of resilience and loyalty, much like the people at the bottom of society..."

On the stage, the three buried the eldest brother, Huang, together, and each delivered a eulogy before the grave:

Wang Jingsong: Huang'er, you're a good dog.

Yifei: Thank you, Big Huang, for giving birth to me and being with me for over ten years.

Zhu Yawen: Sleep peacefully now. The pain and torment are finally over.

The three of them bowed in unison, and then everything went black and they fainted.

The set changed, and the stage backdrop was now a hospital. Yifei opened her eyes on the hospital bed, searching around blankly until she saw the figure of her old dog, Dahuang, and then she felt relieved.

"Ye Zi, I have to go now," Wang Jingsong said suddenly as he sat down beside the hospital bed.

"Are you alright, sir?"

I eat little.

Wang Jingsong smiled slightly, stood up and patted Yifei on the shoulder: "Ni'er, you dreamt of calling for your mother and Dahuang last night. I hope you can face your own heart, go and see, go and ask, go and... embrace the last warmth."

"Thank you, Uncle." Yifei's eyes reddened again, and she pulled out ten 100-yuan bills from her bag on the bedside table: "Please take this money."

"I……"

"Take it!"

Wang Jingsong couldn't refuse her offer and eventually accepted her kindness.

Xiao Ye's journey has ended, but Wang Jingsong's journey continues.

Later, he met Jiang Papa, a girl from a hair salon, and Luo Jin, a young policeman who had a crush on Jiang Papa.

Luo Jin saw him off.

From Yifei onwards, the journey became a watershed moment. There were no more malicious people on the road, and Lao Zhao's luck improved.

Ultimately, he fainted while crossing the collapsed section of road, and the police discovered that he was carrying the body.

The police decided to cremate the body.

Wang Jingsong used the money given to him by Yifei to buy an urn. He followed the police officers back to Lao Liu's address, only to find that the place was already deserted.

Fortunately, Lao Liu's son left a new address.

So... Wang Jingsong picked up the urn, looked at the landscape in the background, and embarked on his journey once again.

The play has come to an end.

When Ye Chong led a large group of thirty people onto the stage, the applause that erupted from the audience was so loud it could almost pierce the dome.

"Beep—Awesome! Beep—"

"Clap clap clap clap..."

"Well done, Sissi!"

Yifei glanced at her mother in the audience and raised her hand to make a peace sign.

"marvelous."

On the judges' panel, Yang Qianwu leaned closer to the microphone and immediately offered a top-notch evaluation: "Ye Chong, I must say, you've taught us a lesson."

"Whoosh—"

Ye Chong waved his hands repeatedly on stage. The host handed him a microphone, and he then said, "I still have a lot to learn from the judges."

"Ah, hahaha..."

The group thought he was going to say something, but it turned out to be flattery?

"Hehe..." Yang Qianwu wasn't offended, nor did he immediately give a score. Instead, he asked an unrelated question: "Ye Chong, Director Ye, who do you think gave the best performance in this play?"

"Forehead……"

Ye Chong frowned. This was a question that could offend someone!

He leaned forward and looked around. Zhu Yawen raised his hand and pointed to himself repeatedly. Everyone else was humble, except for Yi Fei.

She raised her chin, glanced at him, gave him a knowing look, and then turned her head away from him.

"I think, in my heart, the best actor is..." Ye Chong deliberately dragged out the word, drawing everyone's attention.

"Professor Wang Jingsong!"

Yifei's eyes widened instantly.

In that instant, she had already imagined a million ways for the villain to die!

They asked "what do you think?", so why don't you just say who you think is the best candidate? Why take it so seriously!

"Liu Yifei on the left!"

"Um?"