My abstract plant was exposed by my sister.

After the live stream ended, clips of Wenxinzhu quickly went viral online.

The live stream where the sweetheart smiled through her tears, seemingly finding peace, was edited into a short video by netizens, captioned "All regrets can be made up for."

With over 200 million views, the comment section exploded.

Some people said, "I want to try too," some said, "I'm afraid I'll cry even more than she did," and others said, "My mom has been gone for five years, I don't dare to go."

Aside from those who are just making jokes, there are many people who genuinely have regrets and plan to come and try it out when it opens.

Zhang Baojun, who is in his forties, has hair that is slowly turning white. He runs a small supermarket in his hometown and lives a fairly comfortable life.

When he came across the video of the little sweetheart, he remained silent for a long time, and the first person he thought of was his elderly father.

He stared at his phone for a long time, the blue light from the screen reflecting the fine wrinkles around his eyes.

Seeing his expression, his wife immediately understood: "Shouldn't Dad... go and see him too?"

His eyes were fixed on the screen, on the face of his little sweetheart crying her eyes out, while his mind was filled with thoughts of his own father.

That old man, who was over seventy years old, never said he missed his mother, but every night he would take her portrait from the depths of the cabinet and wipe it clean.

He was away working and was unable to see his mother one last time, which became the thing he couldn't let go of the most.

"He didn't say it, but I know he misses my mom." Zhang Baojun's voice was a little hoarse.

His wife patted the back of his hand: "Then let's give it a try, it's not far anyway. If it really works, maybe he'll be happier in the future."

Zhang Baojun nodded, secretly making up his mind: once I'm done with this busy period, I'll take my father there.

In a nursing home in another city, Grandma Li sat in a wheelchair, staring blankly out the window.

She is 78 years old and has been diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease for almost five years.

She has forgotten many people and many things.

She doesn't remember eating, what day it is, or who her husband of over fifty years is.

Grandpa Wang sat next to her, holding a comb in his hand, and slowly combed her hair.

Her hair had turned white and there wasn't much left, but Grandpa Wang still combed it very carefully.

The setting sun shone through the window, casting long shadows of the two people leaning against each other, like a quiet painting.

The caregiver came over and said, "Grandpa Wang, it's time for you to eat."

Grandpa Wang shook his head: "Let her eat when she wakes up. She'll be scared if she's alone."

Grandma Li blinked, turned to look at him, and her lips moved: "Who...are you?"

Grandpa Wang smiled, placed her hand in his own palm, and held it very gently, afraid of hurting her.

Her hands were thin, with distinct knuckles, like withered tree branches.

"I'm your husband. It's okay if you've forgotten, I'll remember."

The young nurse had been working here for nearly three years. She understood Grandpa Wang's persistence. After thinking for a long time, she still showed him the live stream video of Little Sweetheart.

When he saw Lin Muyang say that the Heart Bamboo could bring back the deepest memories buried in a person's heart, his eyes immediately lit up.

He asked softly, "Where is that bamboo grove?"

The caregiver said, "It's in Chengdu, quite far." Grandpa Wang nodded, looking at the sunset outside the window: "Not far, not far at all. I'll take her there next week."

More and more people like them were gradually heading towards Chengdu, but Lin Muyang was completely unaware of this.

When the news from the desert reached the research institute, Lin Muyang was inspecting the final touches on the wall renovation.

The roads to the Culture and Tourism Bureau have been repaired, the signs have been erected, the parking lot lines have been painted, and even the streetlights have been installed.

Wu Tao stood to the side, holding the acceptance form in his hand, ticking off each item carefully.

Liu Xudong followed behind him, also taking measurements with a measuring tape.

"Captain, the streetlights are spaced three meters apart, which meets the standard." Wu Tao replied without turning his head, "Hmm."

Just then, Lin Muyang's phone rang. He took it out and saw that it was Minister Zhao.

He answered the phone; the voice on the other end was hoarse, with a rough, windswept quality, and spoke much faster than usual: "Xiao Lin, something's happened to me. See if you can help me out."

Lin Muyang: "What is it?"

Minister Zhao explained the situation: "If we can't find it, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Lin Muyang was silent for a while before saying, "I can't help with this either..." He suddenly stopped there.

A scene suddenly flashed through my mind: the lawn of Chengdu University!

The lawn at Chengdu University that ran away from home during a plant rampage, only to be persuaded to return by Lin Muyang using nutrient solution on the golf course.

Later, Lin Muyang studied it and found that it had a special characteristic: when it went out, it would automatically seek out the place with the strongest life force.

When it ran away, it walked all the way from the school to the golf course because that was where the life was most vibrant.

If you put it in the desert, you might be able to find the missing team members.

Just to be on the safe side, Lin Muyang asked, "Wait, besides those few people who got lost, is there anyone else in that desert?"

Minister Zhao stated definitively, "No, the area within a radius of several dozen kilometers is uninhabited."

Lin Muyang: "Then I have a solution. There is a lawn at Chengdu University. As long as it is given enough water and nutrient solution, it can automatically find living things."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone. "...Lawn? You're asking Lawn to find someone?"

Lin Muyang: "Well, this is the only way I can think of. If there's really no other way, I suggest we give it a try."

Minister Zhao remained silent for a moment, presumably processing the information. Then he said, "Alright, let's give it a try. There's no other way anyway."

Seeing that he had agreed, Lin Muyang immediately said, "Okay, arrange a truck to go to Chengdu University. I'll go find the principal and Caoping now."

Time waits for no one; every minute of delay increases the danger.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Muyang turned and walked into the lab. The guy on the windowsill was pointing his middle finger at the wall, seemingly cursing someone.

Upon seeing Lin Muyang enter, the middle finger guy immediately pointed his middle finger at him.

Lin Muyang picked it up and walked out.

Xiao Kui followed him in: "Brother, why did you take Middle Finger Bro with you?"

Lin Muyang: "I'll borrow the lawn from the school for a bit. It recognizes the lawn; when it ran away last time, Brother Middle Finger cursed at it."

Xiao Kui paused for a moment, then asked, "...You still remember the lawn?"

Lin Muyang: "I don't know, but it's better to bring it than not."

Lin Muyang took a taxi to Chengdu University. As he passed the school gate, the security guard poked his head out and recognized him.

"Aren't you the one who grows cacti?"

Lin Muyang nodded.

The old man immediately looked wary: "What are you doing here?"

He was still shaken by what happened last time; it was this seemingly innocent, expressionless guy who almost turned the school into ruins.

Lin Muyang said expressionlessly, "I've come to talk to the principal about something."

The gatekeeper looked at him suspiciously for a few moments before registering him: "I have a heart condition. If you do the experiment again like last time, I'll lie down on the ground for you to see."