Reborn in 2006, it's incredibly awesome!

We boarded the plane. The seats were in a row of four. Lin Feng was by the window, next to Liu Chengcheng, then Song Yan, and Liu Jiaqi was by the aisle.

The plane taxis, takes off, and climbs.

The fields outside the window turned into green grids, the highway into thin lines, and finally disappeared under the clouds. Once the plane had stabilized, Lin Feng unbuckled his seatbelt, turned to the side, and looked at the three women.

"I have something to tell you."

Song Yan put down her MP4 player and looked up.

Liu Jiaqi closed the book, the bookmark tucked between the pages.

Liu Chengcheng swallowed the potato chips in her mouth and stared at him with wide eyes.

Lin Feng spoke up, his tone calm, "During military training, I met an art student named Shen Yutong. We got together."

Silence, deathly silence.

For an ordinary man to do this would be tantamount to courting death, but clearly, Raymond Lam is a man who doesn't follow the usual path.

Liu Chengcheng's mouth dropped open. "Brother Feng, what did you say?"

"I said, I've found another girlfriend."

Liu Chengcheng's expression was priceless; it looked like she had been slapped on the back, feeling both pain and confusion.

"With the three of us watching you, how could you still cheat on me? How did you do that?"

Raymond Lam's lips twitched slightly, but he quickly composed himself. "It's not about having an affair. It's just... feelings developed over time."

Liu Chengcheng looked incredulous, her eyebrows furrowing into a V-shape.

"Brother, we only went to school for 14 days, and then there was military training every day. You stayed with us every day, so how did you get along with her? Did you develop feelings for her? Did you sleep with her?"

The passengers in the front and back rows listened intently, their ears perked up like wolves, not wanting to miss a single word.

Raymond Lam nodded. "Going to sleep!"

Liu Chengcheng's nostrils and pupils dilated simultaneously. She asked in astonishment, "You stay in the dorm every day, where do you sleep?"

"In the grove of trees next to the artificial lake."

Liu Chengcheng's chest heaved a few times: "Fuck you! You're really something! Doesn't it hurt your knees? Doesn't it prick your butt?"

Lin Feng rolled his eyes. "Don't worry about that. Anyway, it's already happened. I don't want to hide it from you or deceive you. I hope you can accept reality."

Song Yan remained silent. Her head was down, her finger unconsciously tracing names on the MP4 screen, but the screen was already black.

Liu Jiaqi didn't say anything, just kept opening and closing the book. Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, waiting for them to process what he had learned.

Liu Chengcheng became their mouth double, saying, "No, Brother Feng, aren't the three of us enough for you? You're going to go to the woods to do art? Do you want to collect seven to summon Shenron?"

Someone in front turned around to look. Liu Chengcheng lowered her voice but it was still quite loud. "How are we supposed to face people after this? People will say, 'Look at Raymond Lam, he already has three girlfriends, and he's found another one. Were his three girlfriends sexually frigid?'"

"There are more than four already," Lin Feng thought to himself, but didn't say it aloud.

Song Yan suddenly spoke, her voice soft but slightly hoarse: "Lin Feng, are you serious?"

Raymond Lam nodded: "Seriously."

Song Yan looked at him, then lowered her head and didn't ask any more questions.

Liu Jiaqi raised her head, her gaze calm, but Lin Feng could see something lurking beneath that calm—a powerful undercurrent about to erupt. "Does she know we exist?"

"Know."

Liu Jiaqi turned her gaze away from the porthole. "Did she do it willingly?"

Raymond Lam said, "She struggled with this for a long time, but just like you guys, she really likes me, the kind of 'I can't help it'."

Liu Jiaqi's tone turned cold, as cold as ice: "We do like you a lot, but you can't take advantage of our feelings for you to do whatever you want!"

As she spoke, her eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face. "Do you know that's called being promiscuous? It makes us seem worthless, cheap, you know that?"

Lin Feng fell silent; he had nothing to say.

The atmosphere on the plane froze.

Liu Chengcheng looked at Song Yan, her voice slightly raised: "You're the boss, why don't you say something! Are you mute?"

Song Yan looked up, her face already streaked with tears. "What else can I say? Break up with him? Can you really bear to?"

Liu Chengcheng opened her mouth, but couldn't finish her sentence.

Lin Feng knew the timing was right. He leaned forward slightly, lowered his voice, and spoke in a storytelling tone.

When Shen Yutong was six years old, a car accident took her mother's life. Less than a year later, her father remarried. Her stepmother was very cold to her and showed no warmth whatsoever.

"In this blended family, she was like an outsider who didn't fit in. No one talked to her, no one cared about her. During the Lunar New Year, all the other children had new clothes to wear, but she was the only one who never got a new piece of clothing."

"From the moment she lost her mother at the age of six, paternal and maternal love became an unattainable luxury for her, and she never felt the warmth of a home again."

The three girls remained silent, listening attentively.

Lin Feng sighed and continued:

"Later, she fell in love with painting. Only when she was painting did she not feel lonely and miserable. Painting became her only spiritual sustenance."

"On the day she came to Beijing alone to study, her suitcase contained only a sketchbook and a box of colored pencils. These two things were all her belongings, and also the only comfort and light in her gloomy childhood."

Liu Chengcheng's eyes reddened. Song Yan bit her lip, her fingers gripping the seatbelt. Liu Jiaqi turned her face towards the porthole.

Lin Feng was surprised to find that he had a talent for public speaking. He just wanted to laugh, so he pinched his thigh hard and put on a sad expression.

"She's different from you. You have families, parents who love you, and a way out. She only has herself. She said she wouldn't compete with you, she just wanted someone to look at her painting when she finished it and praise her. I really couldn't refuse."

After a long silence, Liu Chengcheng said in a muffled voice, "Then she's quite pitiful."

Neither Song Yan nor Liu Jiaqi said a word, but tears kept streaming down their faces.

Raymond Lam successfully exploited their sympathy, as well as their empathy and compassion as girls.

Liu Chengcheng looked left and right, and finally sighed:

"Oh well, one more or one less won't make a difference. I'm used to it anyway."

After a long while, Song Yan asked softly:

"So...where will she live from now on?"

Lin Feng said matter-of-factly, "I'll move to Gaobeidian and live with you all."

Liu Chengcheng's eyes widened: "Live with us? Where will she sleep? There's no room in the bed."

"Let's buy another bed."

Liu Chengcheng wanted to say something, but Song Yan held her hand down. She looked at Lin Feng: "Promise us, this is the last one."

Lin Feng nodded guiltily.

The plane began its descent, and I heard a buzzing in my ears.

Outside the window, the vast city of Beijing unfolds before my eyes.

From the air, Beijing looks like a giant chessboard, with skyscrapers densely packed like a forest, and crisscrossing main roads leading in all directions.

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath.

Shen Yutong was probably still waiting for news. He sent her a QQ message: "It's all settled. I'll pick you up tomorrow."

Then he proactively sent Zhou Sining a message: "Senior, when are you going to perform a big flower spray for me? I want to see it."

The plane landed safely at Terminal 2 of Beijing Capital International Airport.

After collecting their luggage, the four of them took a taxi back to Gaobeidian.