Huayu: Serious director, who's eavesdropping on your thoughts?

Zhao Huaiyuan also stood up and made way for her.

The girl suddenly smiled, looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, and then took a step closer to Zhao Huaiyuan.

The two were very close, close enough that Zhao Huaiyuan could smell her faint, pleasant, and unidentified fragrance.

She quietly leaned close to Zhao Huaiyuan's ear.

Her voice was very soft:

"Director Zhao, I'm really looking forward to that painting of the moon on the wall... on the first day of the Lunar New Year."

Zhao Huaiyuan smiled.

He looked at those eyes that were so close to his.

Those eyes curved into crescent moons, hiding a hint of cunning in them—I knew I'd seen right through you.

And of course, there's encouragement to keep going!

It turned out she had recognized him all along.

Yes, after all, he's an insider; it would be strange if he didn't recognize her.

"I'm gone."

The girl waved her hand, said nothing more, and turned to walk towards the car door.

The car door opened, and a gust of cold wind carrying snowflakes rushed into the carriage.

Her figure quickly disappeared into the crowd on the platform.

Only a faint fragrance remains.

Zhao Huaiyuan stood there, touched his nose, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Gao Yuanyuan..."

He whispered the name; in fact, he had recognized it the first time they met.

The other party is currently filming "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber", which will be wrapped up soon.

At this time, she was far from being a household name.

This trip is quite interesting.

..

As it was getting dark, the train arrived at the station.

There weren't many people exiting the station in the small town. Zhao Huaiyuan, carrying his bag, walked towards the exit.

"Xiao Yuan! Over here, son!"

Zhao Huaiyuan looked over.

Two familiar yet unfamiliar figures stood beside a blue Chevrolet hatchback and waved to him.

This little car...

Unlike those three-box cars that look like old men's cars, in his previous life, he was very concerned about his image and always felt that this car embarrassed him. He remembered once when he was walking on the road with some friends, he happened to run into his mother driving by. His friends asked who that was, and he was afraid that others would think his family's car was bad, so he actually said that it was unrelated.

Seeing the Chevrolet again, Zhao Huaiyuan no longer had any strange or unusual thoughts; he just felt incredibly warm and familiar with it.

Look at my parents again; this is what they looked like when they were young.

My dad's back is still very straight, and it's not broken yet; my mom's hair isn't completely white either.

That's just how he looked when he was young!

Zhao Huaiyuan's heart suddenly warmed, and he felt extremely distressed.

He has so many regrets.

It's so good to be reborn.

Fortunately, there's still time to make up for all the regrets.

The feeling at this moment is more reassuring than anything else.

He took a deep breath, pulled his backpack up, and strode forward to meet them.

His father, as was his habit, reached out to take the backpack from his shoulder: "Here, Dad will take it. You must be tired after such a long drive, right?"

In his father's memory, his son was spoiled since childhood and would complain endlessly if he carried even a little bit of weight on his shoulders.

This time, however, Zhao Huaiyuan slightly shifted his body to the side, avoiding his father's hand.

"No need, Dad."

Zhao Huaiyuan held the bag steadily with one hand on the strap and said with a smile, "This bag isn't heavy. I brought you two bottles of good wine and some specialties from Yanjing. I can handle it myself."

The old man's hand froze in mid-air, stunned for a moment.

He looked at his son with some surprise on his face. How could he be like a completely different person after only half a year apart?

When did this kid become so sensible?

"Good job, kid! You've become sensible! You even know to bring things home now!"

"Of course." Zhao Huaiyuan smiled and walked to the trunk, putting the bag inside.

As soon as he closed the trunk, his mother came over and grabbed his hand.

"Why are your hands so cold? Come on, drink this soup first! I brought it especially for you, it's kept warm! Look at you, you don't even know to turn your collar up..."

His mother kept nagging while reaching out to straighten his collar.

Zhao Huaiyuan, however, grasped his mother's hand in return, saying, "Mom, I'm not cold."

He shoved the thermos back into his mother's arms so she could hold it to keep warm, then naturally reached out and tightened her half-open scarf, tying it up properly. "But you, you didn't wear enough when you came out to pick someone up. The wind is so strong, you'll catch a cold if you keep blowing it."

The mother stared blankly at her son's beaming face. Was this still the same boy who only knew how to shout?

Mom, I'm hungry. Mom, can you give your son some money?

How come you suddenly know how to care for others after being away for half a year?

My mom's eyes reddened, and she quickly lowered her head to cover it up: "Oh dear, I'm in great shape... Alright, alright, get in the car, we'll talk about it when we get home."

In his previous life, he did nothing all day in pursuit of so-called art, rarely returning home throughout the year. He never made a phone call, and when he did, it was always to ask for money. Even when he did go back, he would just lie there with an old man, expecting to be waited on hand and foot.

This time, however, things are different.

"Let's go home!"

Dad came to his senses, happily climbed into the driver's seat, and started the car.

Zhao Huaiyuan sat in the back seat, holding the warm thermos his mother handed him, and turned to look out the car window.

At this time, the festive atmosphere of the New Year was so strong in the small town that it was almost overwhelming.

Red lanterns hung from the plane trees lining both sides of the street, casting a warm glow under the dim streetlights.

The music store by the roadside was playing Chen Hong's "Come Home Often" and A-Du's love songs.

The small shops along the street were piled high with bright red and green Want Want gift packs and boxes of fireworks.

Several children wearing new cotton-padded jackets were setting off firecrackers by the roadside, covering their ears. The loud pop startled a passing stray dog, which barked wildly, followed by carefree laughter.

Zhao Huaiyuan watched all this, then leaned back in his chair, completely relaxed.

so good.

..

"Did you see your sister in Yanjing? Did you receive the things I asked someone to send you last time?"

"Received it, received it a long time ago."

"It's good that you received it. I was worried she might have forgotten because she was busy with work. Why didn't Xiaoyu come back with you this time? I called her several times, but no one answered in the dorm."

"Hey, you know what's going on at her factory."

Zhao Huaiyuan explained, "She wanted to come back, but there are a lot of orders at the end of the year. The boss said that those who stay in the workshop during the Spring Festival will receive double pay, and they will also receive cash every day from the first to the sixth day of the Lunar New Year. You know how greedy my sister is, right? She has to earn this money. She said she will come back after the busy period is over and the workshop is shut down."

"That brat, she's obsessed with money, she's not even home for the New Year..." Mom scolded, but her eyes were full of heartache.

"Spending the Lunar New Year alone there, I can't even get a hot dumpling to eat."

"Alright, the child is just being sensible and wants to earn more money. We'll make her a good meal when she comes back after the New Year," the father, who was driving, interjected.

The carriage was quiet for a moment.

Perhaps feeling that the house was a bit quiet without her daughter, the mother's thoughts quickly turned to her son.

"Oh, right, son."

My mother suddenly changed the subject, her tone becoming somewhat subtle: "New Year's Eve is just a few days away, and your Aunt Wang said she's coming to visit us sometime."

"Come on, it's no big deal, it's just a matter of adding another pair of chopsticks."

"She not only came by herself, but also brought her niece, saying she was studying at a teachers' college."

"I heard that girl is incredibly beautiful and can play the flute. I thought you young people would have something in common with her, so it would be a good opportunity to meet her..."

"cough.."

Zhao Huaiyuan nearly choked on his own saliva, looking helpless: "Mom, aren't you in a bit of a rush? I'm only a freshman! Only nineteen!"

"So what if you're a freshman? You'll be twenty by the new year!"

My mom turned around confidently and said, "Let's get to know each other and be friends first. Good girls are in high demand these days. By the time you graduate, it'll be too late. Your Aunt Wang said that girl is also a talented woman..."

Listening to that familiar nagging, and seeing my dad's gloating smile on the side.

What can Zhao Huaiyuan do?

Fine.

This is what a biological mother is like.