They don't actually think I like them, do they?

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"Alright, alright, I'll wait two more days then," Lin Han said helplessly.

He didn't really have a reason to refuse; after all, who wouldn't want to fly on a free plane? It was just that thinking about some embarrassing things from his past made him a little itchy.

"Alright, then, Mr. Lin Han, see you there."

hang up the phone.

Lin Han took a deep breath.

He went to the balcony and hesitated with his head down.

He looked around at the house, which had been cleaned spotlessly, and felt a strange sense of loss at the thought of leaving soon.

Lin Han is not a nostalgic person.

This can be seen from the fact that he never watches the same movie twice.

Lin Han is not a pretentious person.

You can tell from how he never treats his own children and grandchildren well. Sometimes when he feels the urge, he will tilt his head to defecate, even when he is defecating.

Poor Lin Han's millions of descendants, they've only just arrived in this world, and they've already plunged headfirst into shit.

He lamented every day that some people are born in Rome, while others are born like cattle or horses.

But she herself couldn't even provide a warm home for her unborn child.

Why can others roam the skies and breathe freely in places filled with the aroma of seafood? Even though life is but a fleeting moment, at least in that instant, they feel alive.

His, however, could only lie on the tissue like a dead fish. After being examined in the light as a trophy, it would be quickly wrapped up and thrown into the trash can or flushed down the drain.

Just then, Lin Han's eyes suddenly lit up.

He knew where this sense of loss came from.

......

Lin Han called the driver, Feng, and fifteen minutes later, Feng appeared downstairs on time.

"Jianzhong Residential Area".

"What neighborhood?"

This is extremely rare; it's the first time Feng hasn't known the name of his destination.

It's not his fault, because it's a miracle that this neighborhood hasn't been demolished yet.

"Jianzhong," Lin Han repeated.

Feng quickly entered the address into the navigation and set off.

Chuandu is where Lin Han grew up. Now that he is leaving here to live in another place, Lin Han doesn't feel any sense of reality. It's as if he can just pick up his bag and leave without any burden, as if he has always been a wanderer and doesn't have a home in this vast Chuandu.

This is where Lin Han's sense of loss lies.

In most families, when a child is going to study in another city, even if it's not expected that all the relatives will be invited to a farewell dinner, at least everyone on the household registration should be present.

Lin Han, on the other hand, was able to quickly gather everyone on the household registration book, and they were all available whenever he called.

However, this is probably because there are indeed a few people listed on the household registration.

It was as if there was no one in the entire Sichuan province he was willing to stay with.

But that's not the case.

If there's any place in this city that Lin Han feels a sense of belonging, it's probably here.

"We've arrived, sir."

Feng opened the back door and welcomed Lin Han out.

In front of me was a dilapidated neighborhood, and the metallic spray-painted lettering on the sign at the entrance, almost faded and illegible, spoke volumes about its age.

On this little street, everything is a miniature version: miniature barbershops, miniature breakfast shops, and so on.

The luxury car parked on the side of this narrow street stood in stark contrast to everything around it.

Feng didn't understand why Lin Han would suddenly come to a place like this.

Seemingly noticing Feng's confusion, Lin Han smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"I've been living here for half a year now." Lin Han said this with a rare air of pride.

After saying that, Lin Han walked inside.

Feng froze. The usually expressionless and taciturn man was now staring blankly at the dilapidated buildings in the neighborhood, as if a legendary tale was playing in his mind.

"Hahaha, Guoli is bragging again! Do you even know who Orange Jam is? How dare he claim to be your grandson?"

Under the banyan tree in the residential area.

Several old men were chatting while fanning themselves, and one of them, a bald old man, pointed at Xia Guoli and laughed loudly.

Xia Guoli, his neck red, said, "I never said he was my grandson! I just said that I've been taking care of that kid all along!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Orange Jam is a very famous superstar. Which young person doesn't like him these days? My precious granddaughter is obsessed with him all the time, and now the whole house is covered with pictures of Orange Jam!"

Another old man gestured with his fingers incessantly, saying disdainfully,

"You think you could recognize someone like this after watching these dilapidated houses for decades?"

"Get out, get out, believe it or not! I was the one who personally sent him out of this gate!" Xia Guoli said angrily.

Seeing Xia Guoli's angry yet serious expression, the old men burst into laughter, and the air was filled with a joyful atmosphere.

"Uncle Xia!"

Just then, a shout came from afar.

Xia Guoli's heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, he even thought he was hallucinating.

He turned his head and saw Lin Han waving at him from afar.

Those eyes, previously hidden by wrinkles, suddenly brightened.

"Xiao Lin??"

Lin Han ran quickly to Xia Guoli, but the old man was still in a daze.

"Uncle Xia, I've come to see you!" Lin Han said with a smile.

The old man stood up excitedly, stroking Lin Han's face with his hand, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Kobayashi, you've gained weight!"

"Isn't it true that we're eating better and better?"

"That's good! That's good!!" Xia Guoli couldn't help but smile.

The elderly people were puzzled by this scene. They had been chatting with Xia Guoli every night for months, so how come they had never seen him have such a young grandson?

Lin Han scratched his head. "I'm sorry, sir, it's been so long since I came to see you!"

"Ha! How dare you say that!"

"introduce!"

Xia Guoli took Lin Han's hand, turned around, and faced all the elderly people.

"This is Xiao Lin. He works as a singer now, and his stage name is Orange Jam! He said he would take care of me in my old age!" Xia Guoli said proudly.

Volume Four [Campus Legends]

172. See you again when you achieve great success!

These words greatly shocked all the elderly people present.

The bald man shook the other old man frantically and asked,

"Didn't you say your house was full of pictures of marmalade?! Is this true or false?"

"Although his face isn't as white as in the photo, he does look exactly the same..." the old man said, looking at Lin Han in astonishment.

The elderly people were even more excited.

The "Cannon Xia" they always talked about, actually told the truth!

"My goodness! I never thought I'd meet a big star one day!"

"I need to quickly take a picture with my phone and send it to my grandson..."

"So it turns out I've been playing chess with the grandpa of a big star every day!"

"..."

"Old Xia! You have such a great grandson, how come you're always so low-key!" the bald man exclaimed to Xia Guoli, his earlier contempt completely gone.

"I say it every day, don't you guys say I'm talking nonsense?"

After Lin Han arrived, Xia Guoli, whose face was beaming with joy, became less excited and said with a smile.

Lin Han remained smiling and obedient throughout, standing respectfully to the elderly people who seemed to be appraising some kind of cultural relic. He did what a polite junior should do.

During the two years that Grandpa Xia took care of Lin Han, he basically had no friends, and Lin Han was well aware of this.

During holidays and festivals, the old man would call Lin Han to his dimly lit and cramped office, cook a big pot of dumplings, and turn on his bulky and heavy retro television.

The old man and the young man ate dumplings, watched TV, chatted and kept each other company, and that's how they spent the holiday.

So when Lin Han arrived here and saw so many elderly people gathered around the old man, chatting with him, Lin Han was genuinely happy for the old man.

After I left, I met many new friends, and I'll never be lonely during the holidays again.

So you are one too.

Nothing could make Lin Han happier than this.

Therefore, Lin Han also held his grandfather's friends in high esteem.

"By the way, you little rascal, what made you suddenly decide to come here?"

Xia Guoli then said, "You're so busy, don't come to my lousy place."

Lin Han didn't say anything, but magically produced an envelope from his pocket.

Xia Guoli took the envelope with a puzzled look, opened it, and found a small red booklet inside.

Upon opening the booklet, a striking line of text immediately catches the eye—

Beijing University admission letter.

"Fuck!!!"

Grandpa Xia truly lives up to his reputation as an elder who keeps up with the times and trends of young people; he immediately quoted a traditional Chinese quintessence.

Grandpa Xia's hands were trembling. He stood up and kept changing his viewing posture, repeatedly checking if he had done something wrong.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!!"

Grandpa Xia cried again, and he hugged Lin Han tightly around the neck.

"You're a fucking awesome kid!"

"I knew it! You're destined for greatness!!"

Lin Han smiled sheepishly.

"It's not that exaggerated. He wasn't admitted through exams, he was recommended!"

The elderly people around were puzzled by Xia Guoli's strong reaction.

Your little lad is all marmalade now, what else can surprise you?

They took the booklet from Xia Guoli's hand.

Then they immediately started screaming.

"Holy crap! Beijing University!!"