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Zhang Rongshan slowly brought the Land Rover Defender to a stop at the entrance of Yujingyuan, then leaned over the steering wheel.

He looked up at the gilded characters on the gate and remained silent for a long time.

The security guard at the gate recognized the car and its license plate.

The property manager held a special meeting to instruct that the cars of the owners of Villa No. 1 can enter and exit without being stopped.

The barrier gate opened automatically, and the security guard stood ramrod straight and saluted.

Zhang Rongshan straightened up from the steering wheel, looked at the security guard who was saluting, then looked down at his own shirt, and turned to ask Zhang Yifan, "Was he saluting me?"

Zhang Yifan said, "Yes, you're the homeowner's father, so it's only right that he salutes you."

"I've lived half my life, and this is the first time a security guard has saluted me."

His hands were stiff when he drove the car into the residential area. He kept muttering to himself, "Slow down, slow down, don't scrape it." This road was narrower than the S-curve at the driving school, and the trees in the green belt were probably more expensive than his old Jetta.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Liu Guilan looked out the car window at the well-arranged villas and remarked that this community was bigger than our entire old residential compound.

After entering the underground parking garage, Zhang Rongshan parked his car in his designated parking space. After getting out of the car, he looked at the two rows of empty parking spaces on the left and right, walked from one end to the other, and counted them one by one.

"Ten parking spaces." He stood in the middle of the garage, turning to look at Zhang Yifan. "Ten parking spaces? What are you going to do with so many? So that each of your ten kids will have a car?"

Liu Guilan slapped him across the face: "Can't you think about anything serious? Your son is so young and you're already pressuring him to have children. Are you his mother or am I?"

"I was just saying it offhand, why did you hit me so hard?"

Zhang Rongshan rubbed his shoulder, glanced at the ten parking spaces again, and muttered that since they were empty anyway, he would drive his old Jetta over and park there another day, at least to reserve a spot.

But then I thought, if I really parked his old Jetta here, it would truly become the worst car in the neighborhood.

Will it embarrass my son?

Forget it, I guess I'll just sell that old Jetta...

The family of three entered the villa from the garage.

Liu Guilan stood in the kitchen for a while.

She touched the island counter, the built-in oven, and the double-door refrigerator that was taller than her.

He opened and closed the refrigerator door repeatedly, and finally said that this kitchen was big enough to open a restaurant.

Zhang Rongshan stood in the middle of the living room, looking up at the three-tiered crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

The light shone down from above him, illuminating his face, which had been smoky from the stove for half his life.

His lips twitched, as if he wanted to say something to change the mood, but he didn't say anything.

He walked up to Zhang Yifan, took his son's hand, and squeezed it tightly. His voice was a little hoarse when he spoke.

"Son, my life has been worthwhile."

On the day of the move, Zongwen drove another Guardian to help.

Although it was called helping, there wasn't much in the old house that could actually be moved into the villa.

Liu Guilan insisted on bringing the clivia that she had been growing for several years without ever blooming. She wrapped the flowerpot in several layers of old newspapers and held it in her arms like she was holding a newborn baby.

Zongwen asked when the flower had last bloomed, and Liu Guilan replied that it would bloom soon, as it had changed to a new environment.

Zhang Rongshan insisted on bringing his spatula, which he had used for more than ten years.

The wooden handle was worn into the curve of his palm, and there was a burnt mark on the spatula, left from when the fire was too high when he was making caramelized sugar years ago. He said that he couldn't make the same taste with a new spatula.

Zhang Yifan only took the old desk from his bedroom; he recognized every scratch on its surface.

This problem was solved using circular programming when I was doing a physics competition in my first year of high school. That one was made by the tip of my pen when I was doing a science comprehensive exam in my third year of high school. The dent on the corner of the table was from when I was playing around with Zongwen.

When Zongwen carried the desk into the villa's study, he said the desk was not worthy of the house. Zhang Yifan said it was worthy, as it was the desk he used when he got first place in the province.

After moving, the family of three sat in the living room of their new home.

Zhang Rongshan remained silent for a while before suddenly asking Zhang Yifan a question.

"Our family isn't short of money now, so should we keep Ronggui Snacks open?"

"Dad, it's up to you. Drive it if you want, or close it and rest if you don't. Anyway, whether you drive it or not, you've already driven a Land Rover."

"That's different."

Zhang Rongshan thought about it for a long time and said he wanted to continue operating, not to make money, but because the neighbors were used to his braised pork. If he suddenly closed the shop, where would they go to eat?

"Then let's open a branch at the entrance of Yujingyuan," Liu Guilan said with a smile.

"What kind of branch is this? There's only one chef."

Zhang Rongshan waved his hand, then added,

"However, there really isn't a decent snack shop near the entrance of Yujingyuan. I noticed it when I passed by last time, and there isn't even a pancake vendor nearby. The residents probably don't like the restaurants around here. Maybe I should go and see if there's a suitable shop there another day..."

He paused in his daze as he spoke, while Liu Guilan laughed uproariously beside him. Zhang Yifan leaned back on the sofa, watching the two of them, and felt that although the new home was much bigger, some things hadn't changed at all.

That night, Zhang Yifan lay in his bedroom, which was bigger than the entire living room of his old house, when his phone screen lit up.

Shen Zhiyi sent him a WeChat message, saying that she would be back from her maternal grandmother's house in a few days and asked if he had prepared a surprise.

Zhang Yifan replied, "It's all ready. I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

Shen Zhiyi sent a kitten peeking out emoji: "Then I'll have to look forward to it."

He put his phone next to his pillow and suddenly longed to see her.

The thought came without warning, yet it was as powerful as a muffled thunderclap.

I don't want to chat with her, I don't want to send her a WeChat message, I want to see her, right now, immediately, face to face.

He sat up, grabbed his phone, got out of bed, opened the closet, grabbed a coat and draped it over his shoulder, then pushed open the bedroom door.

Zhang Rongshan and Liu Guilan were still watching TV in the living room when they saw their son come out dressed neatly, and they were both stunned for a moment.

"Where are you going so late?"

"I'm going to see someone."

Who is it?

"Your future daughter-in-law."

He picked up the Land Rover car keys from the shoe cabinet, opened the door, and went out.

Behind him came Liu Guilan's voice, low but unable to contain her excitement: "Old Zhang, did you hear that! My future daughter-in-law! I told you Yifan's been acting strange lately, and you said I was overthinking it..."

Zhang Rongshan chased after them to the door and shouted, "Drive slowly on the road! Say hello to your mother and me for me when you see them!"

Zhang Yifan waved his hand without turning his head, walked to the back of the garage, opened the driver's side door, and got in.

The meteorite-black Guardian gleamed with two white lights in the night, its engine roared low, and it slowly drove out of the garage.

The navigation system located the city where Shen Zhiyi's maternal grandmother lives, which is a few hours' drive from Jicheng.

He shifted into gear, stepped on the gas, and the Guardian drove through the quiet tree-lined avenue of Yujingyuan, through the brightly lit streets of Jicheng, and toward the highway entrance leading to other provinces.

He was going to see her.

I'll travel to the stars to see the person I want to see...