Courtyard House: Time Traveler Not Yet a Ghost

As they were talking, a commotion arose in the distance, and a group of people escorted a figure towards them. The man at the front, dressed in a black training uniform, was lean and wielded sharp eyes, carrying a pair of iconic nunchucks—who else could it be but Bruce Lee? He had clearly just finished filming; fine beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, but he was in excellent spirits. He spotted He Damin sitting on the bench immediately, a hearty smile spreading across his face, and quickened his pace to approach.

"Mr. He! Brother Damin! Long time no see!" Bruce Lee walked up to He Damin and warmly extended his hand.

He Damin stood up and shook his hand firmly: "Ah Long, long time no see. I heard you're filming a new movie, 'The Way of the Dragon,' is that right?"

"Yes!" Bruce Lee's eyes sparkled with excitement when he mentioned his film. "This time, I wrote the script, directed it, and starred in it myself. It was filmed entirely according to my own ideas! I want the whole world to see real Chinese kung fu and the spirit of the Chinese people!" His tone was full of confidence and pride.

"It's going to be amazing, I'm really looking forward to it," He Damin said sincerely. He knew Bruce Lee's talent and ambition.

Bruce Lee smiled, his gaze shifting to the children playing in the sandpit, and asked with some surprise, "Are these all your children?"

"Yes, six." He Damin nodded with a smile.

"Six!" Bruce Lee's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief. "Mr. Ho, you are truly amazing! You are so lucky!" he exclaimed sincerely.

He Damin smiled and changed the subject: "I heard your son, Li Guohao, has also started practicing kung fu with you?"

"Yes, Guohao, that kid," Bruce Lee said, a gentle smile spreading across his face, his eyes brightening as he mentioned his son. "He's very talented and loves to practice. He'll definitely be better than me someday!" His tone was full of hope for his son.

They chatted for a few more minutes about movies and kung fu. Bruce Lee had filming commitments for the day and couldn't stay long. Before leaving, he saw the children curiously gathering around, so he smiled, squatted down, and greeted them, "Hello, kids!"

"Hello, Uncle Bruce Lee!" the children shouted in unison, their eyes shining with admiration.

Yuan An was the boldest; he was the first to run up to Bruce Lee, tilting his little face up and asking, "Uncle Bruce Lee, can you show us some boxing? We all want to see!"

Bruce Lee was amused by the children's expectant eyes and readily agreed, "Sure! What kind of boxing do you want to see?"

"Nunchucks! I want to see nunchucks!" Yuanqing squeezed in, waving his little fists and shouting excitedly.

"Alright, then Uncle will perform a nunchaku routine for you!" Bruce Lee said, taking his nunchaku from his assistant behind him.

With a flick of his wrist, the nunchucks seemed to come alive, spinning and swirling rapidly in his hands. The movements were lightning fast, dazzling the eyes; the whistling wind filled the air, carrying a sharp, menacing aura. The children were stunned, their mouths agape, barely daring to breathe. Even the quietest of them, Yuan Ping, stared wide-eyed at the nunchucks in Bruce Lee's hands.

After demonstrating his nunchaku skills, Bruce Lee, still full of energy, spontaneously performed a set of Jeet Kune Do punches. His movements were clean, crisp, and powerful; every punch and kick was explosive, as if containing the force of a thousand pounds. Finally, with a beautiful side kick, he snapped a wooden plank used as a prop with a "crack," eliciting a series of "wow" exclamations from the children.

"Wow, that's amazing! Uncle Bruce Lee is so awesome!" Yuan An clapped his hands excitedly, his little face full of admiration.

"Even more amazing than Dad!" Yuanqing shouted along. In his little world, his father was already the most amazing person, but now he felt that Uncle Bruce Lee was even more amazing.

He Damin, who was listening nearby, couldn't help but laugh. Li Xiaolong also laughed, reached out and patted Yuanqing's head, and said earnestly, "Little friend, your father is the most amazing one. Your father is my great benefactor. Without your father, there would be no Li Xiaolong today."

"Really?" Yuanqing tilted his head, looking at He Damin with some disbelief. In his eyes, his father was only good at making money and playing with them; he didn't seem to know how to box.

"Of course it's true." Bruce Lee nodded very seriously. "Your father is much better than me."

The children looked at He Damin with suspicion. He Damin smiled and shook his head, saying to the children, "Alright, don't listen to Uncle Li's nonsense. Uncle Li has to go to work. Let's say goodbye to Uncle Li."

"Goodbye, Uncle Li!" the children called out obediently in unison.

"Goodbye, kids. Remember to listen to your parents." Bruce Lee waved with a smile, then said goodbye to He Damin and Chen Xueru before hurriedly leaving with his assistant to continue filming his movie.

Even after Bruce Lee left, the children's excitement hadn't subsided, and they played wildly in the amusement park for over an hour. Yuan An tried every single ride, from the slides to the swings and the carousel, until he was drenched in sweat. Yuan Qing and Yuan Kang dug a large hole in the sandpit and even collected some pebbles and leaves to pretend to be "fish," saying they would keep them in their "pond." Yuan Ning and Yuan Jing stayed close together, swinging on the swings and playing on the seesaw, the two sisters having endless whispers to each other. Yuan Ping also loosened up considerably, no longer as reserved as before, and played "cops and robbers" with Yuan An. Although he wasn't very fast, his face was beaming with a happy smile.

Chen Xueru glanced at the sky, stood up, dusted off her skirt, and called to the children, "Children, it's getting late, it's time to go home."

"Let's play a little longer, Mom, I haven't had enough fun yet!" Yuan An was the first to protest, refusing to come down from the slide.

"No, the sun is about to set, and it will get dark if we play any longer," Chen Xueru said softly.

"Just ten minutes! Mom, please!" Yuan An began to whine, tugging at Chen Xueru's clothes and swaying back and forth.

He Damin spoke up: "Alright, five minutes. You must get on the bus in five minutes, no cheating."

"Yay! Long live Daddy!" the children cheered immediately, then threw themselves back into their final frenzied play.

Five minutes passed quickly. Although the children were reluctant to leave, they obediently stopped playing and followed He Damin and Chen Xueru to the car. Yuan An kept looking back at the children's playground, muttering, "I want to come again next time, and I want to see Uncle Bruce Lee box."

"Okay, next time Dad will bring you to see Uncle Bruce Lee filming a movie," He Damin patted his head and promised.

"Really?" Yuan An's eyes lit up, and he immediately perked up.

"real."

"Let's pinky swear!" Yuan An extended his little finger.

He Damin smiled and stretched out his big hand, hooking his little finger around Yuan An's little finger: "Pinky promise, never to change for a hundred years."

"Stamp!" Yuan An pressed He Damin's thumb firmly, then smiled with satisfaction and obediently climbed into the car. Perhaps he was too tired from playing, because he soon fell asleep in He Damin's arms, his eyelids drooping, his little mouth slightly open, a contented smile on his lips. The other children were similar; they all deflated like punctured balloons, and soon after getting in the car, they slumped over and fell asleep. The car instantly became quiet, with only the soft, even snores of the children audible.

Chen Xueru leaned on He Damin's shoulder, watching the setting sun gradually sink and the fields passing by outside the window, and whispered, "Brother Damin."

"Hmm?" He Damin responded, his gaze also turning to the window.

"What do you think they'll do when they grow up? What will they like to do?" Chen Xueru's voice carried a hint of longing and uncertainty about the future.

He Damin thought for a moment, then said firmly, "Let them do whatever they want. As long as it's what they like and what makes them happy, that's fine. With us here, they have nothing to fear; we will support them."

Hearing this, Chen Xueru smiled with relief: "You, you just know how to spoil them."

"If I don't spoil my own child, who will?" He Damin looked down at Yuan An, who was fast asleep in his arms, and then at Yuan Ping and Yuan Qing, who were sleeping soundly in the seats next to him. His eyes were so tender that they could melt your heart.

Chen Xueru didn't say anything more, but simply moved closer to He Damin, tightly holding his arm. The setting sun outside the car window painted the sky a warm golden-red, and the distant Victoria Peak appeared exceptionally tranquil and gentle in the twilight. Six black Rolls-Royces drove smoothly along the highway, like a long black dragon, slowly heading towards home.

He Damin looked down at Yuan An's peaceful sleeping face in his arms, then thought of Yuan Ning, Yuan Jing, and Yuan Kang in the other car. Six children, six vibrant little lives, all the fruits of his and Chen Xueru's love, the most precious treasure in their lives. He suddenly remembered many years ago, when he first arrived in this era. Back then, he was all alone, possessing nothing but his cultivation and memories from the future. He cautiously struggled in this unfamiliar world, step by step, building his own business empire. He once thought that power, wealth, and strength were the most important things. But now, looking at his sleeping children beside him and his wife nestled close, he felt that none of that mattered anymore. He had a wife, children, and a real home. He lowered his head and gently kissed Yuan An's smooth forehead.

"Daddy..." Yuan An mumbled in his sleep, snuggling his little head against He Damin's chest to find a more comfortable position.

He Damin's heart was instantly filled with joy, and he couldn't help but smile, hugging Yuan An even tighter.

The car continued its smooth journey forward. The fields outside the window were gradually replaced by skyscrapers, the sky grew darker, and the city's neon lights began to illuminate. In the distance, Victoria Harbour shone brightly, its surface reflecting the myriad lights of the shore, like stars fallen from the sky, breathtakingly beautiful.

Moonlight streamed through the car window, gently illuminating the children's innocent faces. Their sleeping expressions were so peaceful, so content, so carefree. He Damin watched them quietly, his heart filled with an unprecedented peace and happiness.

He suddenly realized that this was enough. He had a wife, children, and a home. That was enough. Forget about cultivating immortality and seeking eternal life; that could wait. Right now, the most important thing was to raise these six little ones safely and happily.