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Chapter 308 Level 7 Wind

He Daqi has started to enjoy filming in South Korea.

The Host was really fun to watch.

Every day they come here and it's like they're just dawdling. Half a day is spent setting up the set, and an hour is spent filming, and that hour is divided into morning and afternoon.

Now it's even more outrageous; the film crew has actually been given a holiday.

It's not just the usual Saturday and Sunday rest days; it's a real holiday.

Because the entire directing team was going to the Bald Eagle location with the special effects team to discuss the production of special effects.

I left on Monday and it will be at least a week before I come back. Today is Friday, and I should have rested tomorrow.

When I came over to tell He Daqi about this, he thought it was a joke.

However, looking at the group of people who were laughing and making no attempt to hide their joy, he immediately realized that this was not a meeting to discuss things on-site. Instead, they were using the pretext of filming South Korea's first large-scale special effects movie to organize a group trip.

Damn! You guys really know how to play!
No wonder Bong Joon-ho is so unhurried when filming. He usually smiles and tells you to pay attention when there's a problem, unless he's dealing with a clueless actor who needs to do many takes, then he'll actually show his true colors.

I reckon the reason he got angry wasn't because he yelled "cut" too much, but simply because he was suffering from a phobia of stupidity.

I'm talking to you! Park Haem-il!
Don't think that just because you have a name that sounds like someone who's used to crouching with their head in their hands, you can laugh like an idiot.

"Dae-ki, Ye-jin, we have a day off tomorrow. Let's have a meal together after filming! If you two agree, I'll invite the others."

Upon hearing Park Haeng-il's suggestion, Son Ye-jin's first reaction was to look at He Dae-ki, wondering if he would go.

As expected, Ho Tai-kai never disappoints when it comes to being disappointing.

"I'll pass. I've had such a long vacation, I want to go back to China for a visit. There are still a lot of things to take care of there. I'll probably leave tonight, so you guys go have fun. I'll make up for this meal when filming wraps up and treat everyone to something good."

"Um, okay, Yejin, what about you?"

"I'm not going either. I didn't expect to get a holiday so suddenly. I wanted to take advantage of the time to go back to Daegu to see my family. I'll go ask if there are any bullet train tickets available for today."

Since neither the male nor female lead actors were going, the dinner party couldn't be organized.

He Daqi wasn't lying; he genuinely wanted to take advantage of this holiday to go back to China for a visit, but he wasn't leaving today.

However, judging from Son Ye-jin's confident demeanor, it seems she really wants to take the bullet train back to Daegu tonight.

He Daqi pursed his lips and said nothing, and his original idea of ​​privately inviting Sun Yizhen to go fishing the next day was abandoned.

The film crew was filled with a cheerful atmosphere; everyone, from the actors to the support staff, was thrilled by the sudden holiday.

In this atmosphere, the crew wrapped up work early today, and He Daqi returned to the villa by car before four o'clock in the afternoon.

In the living room, Vivian Chow was kneeling on the carpet, playing with her two little ones.

Hearing He Daqi greet Zhou's mother, she turned her head and asked with a smile, "Finished work early again today?"

"This is really something. The film crew will be on holiday starting tomorrow and continuing until May 2nd."

"May 2nd? They don't celebrate Labor Day here?"

"In South Korea, Labor Day is only one day off, unlike ours."

"I see..." Zhou Huimin's eyes started to dart around, probably thinking about where to go for the next few days.

He Daqi didn't give her a chance to fantasize. He walked over and sat on the carpet, reaching out to pat the two little ones' heads.

After the two children looked up with smiles and called out "Dad," before continuing to play with their toys, He Daqi said to Zhou Huimin, "Tomorrow, take the kids to the amusement park for half a day, and then we'll fly back to China tonight."

"Huh?" Zhou Huimin looked at He Daqi in surprise and said hurriedly, "They've only been here for less than half a month, why are they going back already?"

"Kids don't remember things. For them, it's enough for their parents to be around. Wouldn't it be the same if we went back to Beijing to be with them?"

Zhou Huimin also knew that after sending the child back this time, she would most likely not be able to pick him up again for a while, so she was somewhat unwilling.

He Daqi was helpless; he never expected the old lady to react so strongly after he took the children out for a vacation.

The tone of his voice on the phone has been getting worse in the last few days. It's as if he's starting to suspect that He Daqi is planning to settle down abroad permanently. He's been subtly reminding me repeatedly not to forget my roots, that there's no place like home.

He Daqi was both amused and exasperated. He had originally planned to send the child back during the May Day holiday, but this time it just so happened that he decided to go back earlier, since it didn't matter where he was with the child.

Going home earlier would reduce the number of times the old lady calls and nags; we can't keep her worrying all the time.

Seeing that Zhou Huimin remained silent, He Daqi smiled and pinched her pouting lips, saying gently, "Alright, don't be stubborn. I'll take you to ride bumper cars tomorrow. At worst, we can spend the whole day at the amusement park. You can't really leave the kids here all summer just to take them to the beach, can you?"

“Then promise me that we’ll come back again in the summer, or maybe to Hong Kong. I’d like to take them on a yacht trip.”

"Row."

He Daqi agreed without hesitation.

He readily agreed verbally, but inwardly he was wondering, "What kind of yacht can a one-year-old ride on!"

……

……

The plane kept circling over Beijing.

Looking out the window, He Daqi could only vaguely see a few lights below.

That shouldn't be the case. It's not like I haven't come back at night before. Logically, from this height, one should be able to clearly see the dazzling night view of Beijing.

Miscalculation!
Who would have thought we'd run into a powerful sandstorm?

The flight attendant just came over to reassure the passengers not to panic. If the landing conditions are not ideal, we will divert to Tianjin Airport. The airline will then arrange a bus to take us to Tianjin overnight via the highway.

Seeing that they were likely to change course, He Daqi turned around and found his son staring at him with his big, dark eyes. He couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"What's wrong, Huanhuan?"

"Dad, I need to pee."

The little one's request was echoed by another little one.

"Mommy, I want to too," He Daqi's precious daughter hummed as she nestled in Zhou Huimin's arms.

"I'll take it right away..." He Daqi hadn't finished speaking when he felt the plane begin to descend.

He paused for a moment before realizing that the captain probably felt the conditions were right and didn't want to change course, wanting to land directly in Beijing.

"Can you two hold on a little longer and go to the bathroom after the plane lands?" "Okay!" The two little ones nodded at the same time.

He Daqi quickly learned the extent of the sandstorm.

As soon as the plane landed and came off the runway, a tow truck arrived, much faster than usual.

Once we arrived at the tarmac, the boarding bridges were already affixed to the planes, whereas normally it would take more than ten minutes for them to be put on.

The passengers, looking bewildered, disembarked under the guidance of the flight attendants and were asked to wait in the waiting room for a moment, as their luggage had not yet been unloaded.

The airport staff were very serious. Apart from a few female staff members who were still smiling, the rest of the male staff members all had grim faces.

He Daqi and his group were in first class, and they should usually be the first to disembark. However, this time was different; they were arranged to be the last.

Because they were holding their child, Ho Tai-kai and Chow Wai-man simply stood at the back of the line, intending to wait until everyone else had left before slowly making their way down.

When he came out, he ran into a group of angry airport staff. Because He Daqi was at the very back and had good hearing, he overheard the staff scolding the flight attendant.

"Has your captain gone mad? Didn't we tell you to detour to Tianjin? How dare you make a blind landing in this weather? Let me tell you, you're lucky this time. If anything had happened, your entire crew would have been in deep trouble! Don't laugh at me, shut up! Don't you know what Beijing is like? You think you're invincible just because you're a Korean crew? There are plenty of foreigners locked up in Chaoyang and Yancheng prisons, a few more won't make a difference!"

He Daqi was previously relieved that he hadn't changed course this time, but now he just feels incredibly lucky.

He didn't mention it to the yawning Vivian Chow, and pretended nothing had happened, letting Vivian Chow lead the two children to the restroom in the VIP waiting room.

As she got into the van after leaving the airport, Vivian Chow belatedly looked out the window at the pitch-black sky and asked in surprise, "Why is this sandstorm so big?"

"We've caught up with it, it's alright. Sandstorms in Beijing come and go quickly."

He Daqi estimated that the visibility was probably less than forty meters. The nanny van was driving slowly, and the driver, Bai Wei, kept frowning, seemingly focused on the road conditions.

sand!sand!sand!
The sound of sand being blown by the strong wind and scraping against the van was quite amusing to the two children.

The two little ones curiously peered out the car window, watching the blurry streetlights slowly pass by. They turned back and patted He Daqi and Zhou Huimin, urging them to look too.

They couldn't quite explain the hazy scene; they just awkwardly muttered, using the words they knew, that the outside world was different from usual.

……

the next day.

In the bedroom, He Daqi was playing games on the computer, while the two children were jumping around on the bed. Zhou Huimin was smiling and playing with the two children while holding a quilt.

At that moment, there was a knock on the bedroom door. Zhou Huimin grabbed a pillow and threw it directly on the back of He Daqi's head, signaling the bewildered He Daqi to open the door.

The two children were amused by what they saw, and giggled as they tossed their toys toward He Daqi.

"Can't you teach something good?"

He Daqi pointed at Zhou Huimin, said something disdainful, and then got up to open the door.

He Daqi was surprised to see the old lady standing at the door.

Today there's a Force 7 gale.

What does a level 7 wind mean?
The small branches sway back and forth in the wind of all four seasons, the level 5 wind can make the tree as thick as a bowl sway continuously, and the level 6 wind can make the power lines whistle.

Not to mention the level 7 winds during a sandstorm!

He called the old lady early in the morning to tell her that he was back and that it was windy today, so she didn't need to come over and would come to see the children tomorrow.

Unexpectedly, the old man couldn't stand it and didn't take He Daqi's words to heart at all.

The image of two elderly people braving the wind and sand to wait for the bus in a bus shelter filled He Daqi with a strange feeling.

"Grandma, didn't I tell you? The weather's bad today, so don't bother coming back and forth. Even if you're going to come, just call me and I'll have someone pick you up."

“If I actually called you, it would be strange if you asked me to come! This little breeze is nothing. Back in the 1960s, when your grandfather and I were called upon to build a reservoir, the wind was so strong it could blow rocks away, but we still got to work!”

He Daqi was a little unsure how to respond to the old lady's behavior of forcing herself to endure hardship.

It was obvious that the old lady also found him a bit of a nuisance. Seeing him standing at the door without saying a word, she shoved him aside.

She entered the house with a smile and greeted Zhou Huimin, "Xiaomin, you're back!" Before Zhou Huimin could respond, the old lady happily picked up the two little ones, saying, "Let Grandma see if you've lost weight. Your father is such a scatterbrain; he doesn't know how to take care of children."

Zhou Huimin could only helplessly watch as the old lady carried the two little ones out.

So she turned her head and glared angrily at He Daqi.

He Daqi, even more clueless, shrugged and said, "Don't look at me like that. When Wang Fei lived in Beijing, he still went out to empty chamber pots. What's wrong with an old lady of her generation coming in to hold a child?"

Enraged, Vivian Chow threw another pillow at his face.

He Daqi closed the door, picked up the pillow from the floor and threw it back onto the bed, preparing to continue playing the game, but Zhou Huimin threw it at him again.

Seeing the two pillows on the ground, He Daqi stopped playing his game and happily grabbed one in each hand, heading straight for Zhou Huimin on the bed. He threw both pillows at her at once, making her cover her face and keep dodging.

In the midst of the commotion, Vivian Chow grabbed a pillow, and that was it—the two of them started swinging the pillow at each other.

Just as He Daqi was contemplating a drastic measure—wrapping Zhou Huimin in a blanket and then torturing her while riding on top of her—his phone rang.

"Answer the phone, it's your personal cell phone ringing." Zhou Huimin took the opportunity to throw a pillow at He Daqi, and seeing that He Daqi was going to retaliate, she quickly pointed to the bedside table and shouted.

If she were to turn around and answer the phone, wouldn't Vivian Chow take the opportunity to slap herself several times?

Without hesitation, He Daqi hugged Zhou Huimin tightly, then used one hand to tuck both of her arms and her under his ribs before picking up his phone.

“Your grandma is probably going to the neighborhood. Give her a call and try to persuade her to come.”

"Uncle, could you tell me earlier next time?"

He Bing remained silent for a moment, probably having figured out the current situation, and sighed helplessly, "They really can't stay idle."

Then he continued, "How long have you been back this time? If it's been a long time, come to Sichuan and finish your cameo scenes. The day before yesterday, when we were learning the dialect here, Ning Hao said that the location was almost found and filming would start soon."

It would be strange if He Daqi could go. He simply replied perfunctorily, "South Korea doesn't have a May Day holiday. I'll be back on May 2nd. No rush. I reckon you won't finish filming before mid-June, so it won't be a problem."

He Bing was just asking casually, and when he heard that He Daqi didn't want to come, he didn't continue the conversation. Instead, he brought up another matter: "By the way, speaking of June, I wanted to mention something. You probably won an award. Has anyone notified you about Bai Yulan in Shanghai?"

"...No, there really isn't."

"I'm just guessing, I can't guarantee it's true. Okay, that's all, I'm hanging up now."

(End of this chapter)