She debuted after having a child with a celestial being.

Xiao He drove Liu Yifei to the airport.

The road from Chongli to Zhangjiakou Airport is not long, but Liu Yifei didn't say much the whole way.

She sat in the passenger seat, reclining it slightly, and took off her sunglasses, her gaze fixed on the rapidly receding snow and withered poplar trees outside the window.

Xiao He didn't say anything. He gripped the steering wheel and occasionally glanced at her in the rearview mirror.

Today she wore a loose pink sweater with light-colored jeans, and her hair was casually tied back.

She changed her outfit in the car for the first stop of the roadshow in Chengdu; the pink color made her skin look very fair.

We've arrived at the parking lot for Zhangjiakou Airport.

Xiao He parked the car and helped her take her suitcase out of the trunk.

The silver-gray Rimowa's wheels made a rumbling sound as they rolled over the concrete.

Two people were standing next to the car.

Liu Yifei took the handle of the suitcase and looked at him.

"sister."

"Um?"

"Give me a hug before you go."

Liu Yifei did not refuse. Xiao He took a step forward, opened his arms, and pulled her into his embrace.

The pink sweater was soft, and her shoulders were narrower than he had imagined.

My hair smells like shampoo, and also has a slight minty scent from a blood circulation and bruise-reducing spray.

Liu Yifei has been spraying medicine on him every day for the past few days, and her fingers have picked up the smell.

She neither broke free nor spoke.

She was held in his arms like that, her forehead pressed against his chest.

Xiao He could feel Liu Yifei's warm breath seeping through his sweater, one breath at a time.

The parking lot was quiet. In the distance, a plane took off from the runway, the roar gradually fading into the distance.

As they parted, Liu Yifei suddenly realized that she was actually a little reluctant to leave.

She was stunned for a moment when the thought popped into her head.

It wasn't that the older sister was reluctant to part with her younger brother.

It was something, she said, that she couldn't quite put her finger on.

This feeling had never happened to Xiao He before.

Is it because I'm getting older? Or is it because I really want to have children? Has my mindset changed?

This feeling is hard to describe.

Like the snowfield outside the window, white, quiet, and boundless.

You don't know where its boundaries are; you only know that it's there.

Xiao He released his grip.

Liu Yifei took a step back and gripped the suitcase handle again.

"sister."

Xiao He looked at her, a smile playing on his lips.

"We've gotten to this point, how about a goodbye kiss?"

Liu Yifei's gaze shifted from soft to sharp: "You want to die, don't you?"

Her voice returned to normal volume, and she flicked his forehead with considerable force.

"Ouch...be gentle."

"Let me tell you."

Liu Yifei slammed the suitcase handle to the ground.

"After I finish my promotional appearances, I'll fly here again. Your show will probably be finished recording by then, so you can come pick me up here then."

She looked at Xiao He with a serious gaze.

"We'll return the way we came and drive back."

After saying that, Liu Yifei took a step forward, stood on tiptoe, and brought her lips close to his ear.

My breath brushed against my earlobe, warm and ticklish.

Her voice was very low, so low that only Xiao He could hear it.

"Try to get Xiao Qianqian pregnant when we get back."

"Let's go, my dear little brother, wait for me to come back."

Liu Yifei stepped back, pulled up the handle of her suitcase, and turned to walk towards the terminal.

The pink sweater looked like a soft, moving cloud in the gray parking lot.

Xiao He stood there, the warmth of her breath still lingering in his ears.

Looking back on his journey, Xiao He smiled slightly. In this vast sea of ​​people, there was only one person who could bring joy to his heart.

Langfang Dachang Film and Television Town.

Xiao He got out of the Porsche and was seen by several trainees, who all turned their heads and whispered among themselves.

"A Porsche Cayenne? Whose is that?"

"I don't know him. Which company does he/she work for?"

"You drove here yourself? Wasn't there a company shuttle service?"

"That car must cost over a million."

Langfang in December is even colder than Beijing; your breath condenses into white mist in the air and takes a long time to dissipate.

Xiao He stood at the door with a backpack on, looking at the gray buildings in front of him.

The square photography studio was filled with a dense network of cables, and staff members wearing name tags hurried by.

A group of fans carrying cameras and holding banners of various trainees had already gathered at the entrance, and they stirred when a car approached.

There was a cordon at the entrance of shed number six, and security guards in black uniforms were checking everyone's ID with blank expressions.

Soon, the first round of recording for "Idol Producer" began.

One hundred trainees were selected from 1908 applicants across 87 talent agencies.

Xiao He followed the staff through the corridor. The walls on both sides were covered with posters of the show, and Zhang Yixing's face looked particularly serious under the lights.

At the end of the corridor was a door, and behind the door came a cacophony of voices.

As soon as I pushed open the door, a strong smell of hairspray and foundation hit me.

Dozens of boys crowded in front of the mirror; some were putting on makeup, some were fixing their hair, and some were stretching their legs to warm up.

The speakers in the corner were playing upbeat dance music, which was being drowned out by the voices.

"Do you know who's the coolest among this group of trainees?"

"I heard Cai Kunkun is here too. He's an individual trainee, and he came alone. He has 1.75 million followers on Weibo, so he brings his own audience."

Xiao He looked over in the direction of the conversation.

In front of the mirror at the back of the dressing room, a boy was closing his eyes while the makeup artist applied his makeup.

The royal blue satin jacket gleamed coldly under the makeup lights, revealing glimpses of a black fishnet top underneath.

Her dark brown hair was slightly curly, her bangs covered half of her eyebrows, and her eyeliner was drawn very thinly, slightly upturned from the outer corner of her eye.

Cai Kunkun.

The trainees around him would occasionally steal glances at him and whisper among themselves, but he seemed not to hear them at all.

As Xiao He looked at him, a picture suddenly popped into his mind.

In my previous life, there was a meme called "Kunmen" that was incredibly popular on Douyin.

A martial arts sect that thrives even without its leader.

The disciples spontaneously organized themselves, using the same profile picture, ID format, and actions, and launched attacks in various video comment sections, uniformly spamming the sect leader's quotes and emojis.

The loyal fans spontaneously maintained order, and when the haters came, the sect leader didn't even need to take action; the disciples would rush up and surround them first.

You won't find another spectacle like this on the entire Douyin platform.

The sect leader himself never intervened or responded, but the "Kun Sect" just kept growing stronger, like a tree that grows on its own.

At this moment, the future leader of the Kun Sect was sitting in front of a makeup mirror, with his eyes closed, waiting for a layer of foundation to dry on his face.

"Attention, trainees!"

A staff member pushed open the door and came in, holding a folder in his hand.

"Entry will begin in ten minutes. The order of entry will be determined by a company lottery. If your name is called, follow me."

The dressing room fell silent instantly. Everyone stopped what they were doing.

"After entering, first pick up a self-assessment badge at the entrance." The staff member opened a folder. "A, B, C, D, F, five levels. A represents the strongest, and F represents not yet ready. Choose according to your true level and stick it on the left side of your shirt."

Someone whispered to the person next to them, "What do you choose?"

"C, be humble."

"I choose B. What if I choose a lower number but the performance is good?"

"It would be shameful to be demoted if you were ranked too high."