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If they truly dedicate themselves to helping me run the company, then once Liao Fanxing steps down, Fanxing Pictures will have a real professional manager.

For a professional manager at a film company, making some money shouldn't be a big problem.

But these words stunned Han Dongchen. He looked at Xu Fan and asked in confusion, "Xiao Lu works at your company?"

Xu Fan nodded and said, "That's right."

Han Dongchen touched his hair somewhat awkwardly and asked in confusion, "Didn't Xiaolu say that you are her boss?"

Xu Fan said with doubt, "Yes."

Han Dongchen corrected, "Are you her supervisor at work?"

Xu Fan repeated, "Yes."

Han Dongchen blushed, picked up the tea in front of him and drank a cup. It was supposed to be a sad thing, but for some reason he felt that he had misunderstood something and wanted to laugh.

In Harbin, there are some men whose wives always address their husbands as "leader," just like their wives address them. So, they subconsciously assume that their daughters call their boyfriends "leader."

Now it seems I was overthinking things.

For a moment, Han Dongchen felt that what he had just said was somewhat ridiculous.

But the thought that this young man was not his daughter's boyfriend, but her boss at her company made him feel uneasy.

If he's just a boyfriend, he can accept it.

It seems that this young man named Xu Fan is a kind and righteous person, which is why he advised Xu Fan to leave his daughter and not want to hold him back.

But if it's a company leader, then it means something else entirely.

Xu Fan is a young man who is already a company leader, and he even sent his daughter back from a long distance. I can guess what he's thinking.

And this person is most likely a rich second-generation heir who lives off his parents.

He doesn't hate the rich.

He was just worried that the young man in front of him wasn't as honest and simple as he seemed, but was just playing with his precious daughter.

The thought of this made him feel uneasy.

He thought that if this guy really had any other thoughts about his daughter, he would risk his life to protect her.

But seeing Xu Fan's expression, which seemed to genuinely want to cure his daughter, he was conflicted.

She sighed inwardly, thinking that no matter what kind of leader he was, as long as he could cure her daughter's illness, that was all that mattered.

So he looked at Xu Fan and asked again, "Can you really cure my daughter's illness?"

Xu Fan looked at Han Dongchen's furrowed and relaxed brows, wondering what he was thinking, but still answered seriously, "My mother's condition is much more serious than Zilu's. She is currently recuperating and there are basically no major problems."

Hearing this, Han Dongchen felt more at ease. At least the boy in front of him seemed to be a filial son, so he put aside all his other thoughts and said, "Thank you."

Xu Fan responded, though he was still wondering why he was being misunderstood. Was it because he came to Han Zilu's house with her that he was her boyfriend?

But at least the conversation between the two of them wasn't so heavy anymore.

In fact, no matter where in the countryside, whether it is a girl bringing a boy home or a boy bringing a girl home, most people will assume that the girl is the child's other half.

This is especially true when the two people are of similar age.

Although Xu Fan had some doubts, he didn't explain too much.

Han Zilu woke up in the afternoon. The snow was still falling outside, but there wasn't even a thin layer of snow on the ground except for the wet soil.

The idea of ​​building a snowman can only remain a fantasy.

Han Zilu led Xu Fan out of the house, saying, "The house is a bit run-down, please don't mind."

Xu Fan shook his head and said nothing. Han Zilu said, "I had a dream that I recovered from my illness and was sitting next to you, listening to you sing."

Xu Fan glanced at Han Zilu, who looked up and said, "I just woke up and sent another message in a bottle."

Xu Fan paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Maybe after we get to know each other, we'll never receive any more messages in bottles."

Han Zilu looked at her in confusion and asked, "Why?"

Xu Fan, of course, wouldn't say it was because he hadn't received it at all, but instead said, "Because we all know each other."

Han Zilu thought it made sense, but also felt somewhat disappointed.

house.

Han Dongchen sat on the kang (a heated brick bed), smoking a pipe.

He kept smoking, puffing away, while Han Zilu's mother complained, "If you want to smoke, go outside."

Han Dongchen took another puff and said, "That kid isn't Xiaolu's boyfriend, what do you think?"

His wife said, "I noticed it a long time ago. That kid has always kept his distance. Although he cares about Xiaolu, I can't tell if he has any other intentions."

Han Dongchen said, "That kid said he can cure Xiaolu's illness."

His wife nodded and said, "I just heard it. Perhaps this is Xiaolu's fate."

As he spoke, Han Dongchen sighed, and tears welled up in his wife's eyes again.

The roads in the countryside are both long and short.

It's far because there are hardly any people; the road looks empty and you could walk on it indefinitely.

The path was short because there were hardly any people around; after a few steps, it felt like we had reached the edge of the village, so we had to turn back.

Han Zilu talked a lot about her childhood, and the two laughed happily on the rural road.

Perhaps because the snow had been falling for a while, the temperature had settled at a certain level, and the two of them walked along without feeling the biting cold.

Han Zilu suddenly looked up at Xu Fan and said, "Thank you."

These two words that suddenly appeared made Xu Fan pause for a moment, and then he heard Han Zilu continue, "I've listened to all your songs and read all your stories."

Xu Fan smiled and said, "Are you not used to the temperature in this city?"

Seeing that Xu Fan was changing the subject, Han Zilu hummed in agreement and said, "The story says that you sing a song when you go to a city. Now that we're in Harbin, do you want to sing a song?"

Xu Fan looked at Han Zilu with a puzzled expression and asked, "Here?"

Han Zilu nodded seriously. Xu Fan didn't answer immediately, but then Han Zilu said, "You don't need to sing it just for me."

These words reflected Han Zilu's true feelings, but also brought her some sadness.

The truth is, she felt she wasn't qualified enough, and she didn't want to keep the beautiful songs only to her own ears.

The sadness stems from the understanding that she can only watch.

But they cannot reach, cannot go deep

Like the snowflakes in October, they melt away before you even touch them.

Xu Fan nodded and said, "Okay."

Get the perfect music system at the start

===Chapter 256 Another Brick===

A sudden gust of cold wind blew in from the sky.

The snow suddenly intensified in the evening, and Han Zilu's face showed regret.

Xu Fan said with a smile, "I'll sing it for you when we get back."

Han Zilu smiled again.

That night, Xu Fan slept on the legendary northern kang (heated brick bed).

He must have been a little unaccustomed to it; although it was indeed warm, he still couldn't fall asleep until very late.

When Xu Fan woke up the next morning, he found his throat was a little sore; this damn weather had given him a cold.

Han Dongchen's wife made Xu Fan a bowl of ginger soup. Although it didn't taste good, it was quite effective.

For Han Zilu, just seeing her parents once was enough. This feeling wasn't about parting, but rather a sudden longing, like cherishing something after dying once.

Looking at the happy family, Xu Fan couldn't help but think of his own father.

If you could suddenly appear sometime, maybe we could do the same in our home.

Because Xu Fan had a slight cold, the singing had to be postponed. After spending another day at Han Zilu's house, Xu Fan and Han Zilu prepared to leave the countryside and go to Harbin city.

Han Zilu mainly wanted to see that familiar street.

The snow stopped for a day, then started falling again.

This kind of weather, which should be rare, has been appearing quite often these past few days for some reason.

Xu Fan looked at Han Zilu, whose complexion was not good, and felt that Han Zilu should go abroad as soon as possible.

This time, Han Zilu did not object and bought tickets for that evening to go to Zhonghai first, since the weather in Zhonghai was warmer.

But before leaving, they still took a walk on the streets of Harbin.

On the street without streetlights, Xu Fan and Han Zilu walked side by side.

Snowflakes drifted down onto their shoulders as Han Zilu walked, reminiscing about the past.

As Xu Fan listened to Han Zilu's story, he smiled and said, "I didn't realize you were in a relationship so early."

Han Zilu said, "A youth without even holding hands is actually quite funny."

Xu Fan thought about his past self and sighed helplessly.

Han Zilu suddenly stopped and said, "Can I have a hug?"

A car drove by, its roar making it difficult for Xu Fan to hear clearly. He asked in confusion, "What did you say?"

A pang of disappointment flashed through Han Zilu's mind, and she sighed silently. She knew she was being delusional. She smiled and said, "No, I said we've seen enough. Let's go to the airport."

Xu Fan nodded and went to the airport with Han Zilu.

However, Xu Fan had an idea in his mind that he couldn't put into action.

I came to Harbin because I was worried that something might happen to Han Zilu along the way. Now that I'm going back, there aren't too many problems, which is a good thing.

But no matter what, I've come all this way to Harbin, and if I don't complete the 100-city tour, I'll definitely regret it.

If he were to return to Zhonghai to sing again, he would have virtually no chance. Xu Fan was thinking about these things as he sat in the taxi.

There are still four or five hours before the plane takes off, which is quite a long time.