Korean entertainment: I can steal the luck of celebrities with bad records.

"My name is Li Yuexi."

Her voice was soft, but her pronunciation was very clear.

"Lim Jung-soo, isn't he the original owner's father? As for Lee Mi-yang, she should be the original owner's stepmother."

He couldn't find his stepmother's name or appearance in the original owner's memories, and today was the first time he learned that they had a daughter.

Lin Puzhi frowned.

He took out his phone, wanting to find the original owner's father in the contacts, only to realize that the original owner had not saved his father's phone number, so he had to scroll down through the call history.

"Wait a minute, I'll contact your father right away," Lin Puzhi said, patting Li Yuexi's head.

The little girl nodded, her eyes fixed on his face.

It seemed they were afraid he would run away.

The phone is on.

"Hey, your daughter Li Yuexi is in my hands."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Lin Puzhi realized that what he said seemed somewhat ambiguous, and added:

"She somehow found out my address and came all the way here by herself. Could you send someone to pick her up?"

This time, there was an even longer silence on the other end of the phone.

Finally, the original owner's father replied:

"Okay, you can spend the day with her."

After saying that, he hung up immediately, not giving Lin Puzhi a chance to refuse.

"No, Old Deng! I have to go to the orphanage, I don't have time to take the kids out to play."

Lin Puzhi was silenced after being hit.

He squatted down in front of the little girl, the cold winter wind blowing between them, making the pom-pom on her hat flutter. On the GG sign at the bus stop, a member of a popular girl group was holding up cosmetics, flashing a perfect eight-tooth smile.

"How old are you?" Lin Puzhi asked.

Eight years old.

Old Deng is truly still going strong despite his age.

The original owner's memories were like a book soaked in water, many pages stuck together, blurry and indistinct. His grandmother's face was clear, but his mother was just a silhouette; she left when he was very young and never appeared again.

The father remarried a few years after the mother passed away. The original owner of this body did not attend the wedding.

I wasn't invited.

"Why did you come here all by yourself?" Lin Puzhi asked.

"I took the bus," Li Yuexi said. "I asked the auntie on the side of the road how to get there, and she wrote down the route for me. I took... I took the bus twice, and then I got here."

As she spoke, she pulled a note from another pocket.

The bus route was indeed written on it, and the handwriting was neat and legible, like an adult's. The transfer route from Gangnam District to his home was clearly marked, with each step clearly indicated.

There are still more good people than bad in the world!

But for the first time, Lin Puzhi hoped there would be fewer good people.

An eight-year-old child took a bus alone for more than an hour on Christmas morning to go to an unfamiliar place and wait for a brother he had never met before.

"Come on, how about I take you to the orphanage? There are lots of kids your age there, you can play games with them."

"Okay!" Li Yuexi replied happily.

Lin Puzhi stood up and extended his hand to her.

"Let's go."

Lin Puzhi's large hand enveloped Li Yuexi's small hand.

Li Yuexi's hands were small and cold, like a stone that had been left in the snow for too long.

Children of this age are indeed not suitable to stay outside for too long, as they are prone to catching colds and getting sick.

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Puzhi decided to splurge and take a taxi to the orphanage.

While waiting for a taxi, Lin Puzhi looked down and asked:

Are you hungry?

Li Yuexi rubbed her stomach, tilted her head back and said, "I'm hungry, I haven't had breakfast yet."

"Then I'll take you to get some cookies made by someone else; other people's food is always the best!"

"Okay!" Li Yuexi nodded obediently.

The two were lucky; an empty taxi happened to pass by, and Lin Puzhi reached out and stopped it.

Lin Puzhi led her into the car and they sat down in the back seat by the window. Li Yuexi leaned against the window, watching the snow fall heavier and heavier outside. Her nose touched the cold glass, and her breath created a small white mist.

She drew a smiley face on the white mist with her fingertip.

Then he turned his head and looked at Lin Puzhi.

"elder brother."

"Um."

"Merry Chrismas."

Lin Puzhi looked at her, at the smiling face reflected in the glass.

"Merry Chrismas."

He said.

Outside the car window, the snow in Seoul was falling heavier and heavier.

A crooked Christmas tree has been erected at the entrance of "Starlight House" in JB District.

Dean Cui was standing on a ladder, hanging stars on the treetops. She saw Lin Puzhi leading a little girl in a red coat out of a taxi, and she froze, almost falling off the ladder.

"Park Ji?" She steadied herself. "Whose child is this?"

Lin Puzhi glanced down at Li Yuexi.

Li Yuexi was also looking at him.

She held his hand and waited quietly.

"My sister," Lin Puzhi said.

"I thought you found an orphan on the road and wanted to bring him here for me to take care of," Dean Cui said with a smile.

"That Christmas present is too expensive; I can't afford it."

"Come on in, it's cold outside." Director Cui climbed down the ladder, brushing the dust off his clothes. "You can bring your sister and everyone at the orphanage to play."

"That's what I think too. Great minds think alike."

Dean Cui laughed and turned his gaze to Li Yuexi.

The little girl hid behind Lin Puzhi, only showing half of her face, her fingers gripping the hem of Lin Puzhi's clothes tightly.

"Call her Grandma Cui." Lin Puzhi gently nudged her shoulder.

"Hello, Grandma Cui."

Dean Cui bent down and said with a smile, "Good child, Grandma will teach you how to make cookies later."

The three of them entered the orphanage and went to the activity room.

She pushed open the door, and the warm air, carrying the sweet scent of cream, wafted towards her.

Lin Puzhi was taken aback.

This smells so good, it doesn't smell like an orphanage at all.

He led Li Yuexi inside.

The activity room was much more lively than usual. The walls were covered with colorful paper strips and balloons, and snowflake-shaped paper cutouts were pasted on the windows. Several long tables were pushed together, covered with red tablecloths, and filled with dough, molds, and colorful icing jars.

In the heart of this bustling scene stood a woman wearing an apron.

Jang Nara.

Today she wore a beige turtleneck sweater, her hair casually tied into a low ponytail, and the sleeves rolled up to her elbows. Her apron was covered in flour, and there was a white mark on her face, making her look like a cat that had stolen some cream.

She doesn't look like a female celebrity at all.

"Park Ji-ssi is here? So early today." Jang Nara looked up, still holding a cookie dough in her hand. "You've come at the right time, help me try this—"

She was halfway through her sentence when she saw the little tail following Lin Puzhi.

"Oh my!" Jang Nara's eyes lit up. "Whose child is this?"

Li Yuexi shrank back behind Lin Puzhi.

"My sister," Lin Puzhi said, "came with me today."

"Little sister?" Jang Nara tilted her head. "I've never heard you mention her before."

"I only found out this morning."