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Kunming South Railway Station.

Lin Yan was wearing a gray hoodie, a black baseball cap, and half of his face was completely covered by sunglasses, with his mask pulled down to his chin.

Shen Qingqiu stood beside him, wearing a basic white T-shirt, light blue straight-leg jeans, and white canvas shoes.

Her waist-length hair was casually tied into a bun, and she was fully armed with a hat and mask.

The two dragged two huge suitcases and mingled in the crowded waiting hall, completely unlike the ostentatious travel arrangements of big stars.

"I'm just baffled. There are direct flights from Xinghai to Dali, why did you insist on changing your ticket to Kunming and then taking this four-hour high-speed train?"

Shen Qingqiu reached out and pressed down on the brim of his hat, his tone full of confusion.

Lin Yan pulled a bag of spicy strips from his pocket, took a bite, and said, "Boss, you don't understand. The point of travel is to go through the motions. Direct flights are so boring; taking the high-speed rail is an immersive experience."

"Are you looking for an immersive experience?"

Shen Qingqiu glanced at the spicy strips glistening with red oil in his hand.

After having their tickets checked and entering the station, the two successfully found first-class seats in the carriage.

The train started smoothly, and the steel and concrete outside the window gradually transformed into endless green hills and clear waters.

Less than half an hour after getting on the bus, Lin Yan's stomach made a very timely "rumbling" sound.

He turned to look at Shen Qingqiu, who was resting with his eyes closed, and asked, "Boss, are you hungry?"

Shen Qingqiu opened her eyes, her gaze indifferent: "I ate two sandwiches at the airport this morning, I'm not hungry."

"Alright, I'll go eat now." Lin Yan quickly got up and headed straight for the vending cart at the connection between the carriages.

Three minutes later, Lin Yan returned triumphantly carrying two boxes of braised beef noodles.

Even more luxurious, it also includes two sausages and two braised eggs.

The irresistible aroma of steaming instant noodles filled the enclosed carriage.

Shen Qingqiu frowned slightly: "Junk food. Fried dough cakes with preservatives are way too high in calories."

"Fine, don't eat it then."

Lin Yan lifted the paper cover, picked up a plastic fork, and slurped a mouthful of noodles into his mouth.

The soup was rich and the noodles were chewy. Lin Yan ate with great relish, her face beaming with satisfaction.

Shen Qingqiu unconsciously swallowed.

She turned her head away, forcing herself to stare at the scenery outside the window.

But the smell of braised beef mixed with sausage was like a hook, relentlessly trying to get into her nose.

As a superstar who maintains strict body management for many years, she hasn't touched this thing in who knows how long.

"...Is it really that delicious?" Shen Qingqiu turned his head, his voice unconsciously dropping eight octaves.

Lin Yan looked up from the noodle soup, her lips stained with red oil.

He casually pushed another box of instant noodles over: "How about indulging in some 'cheap' behavior? Just go back and run three more kilometers and it'll be over."

Shen Qingqiu hesitated for two seconds, then looked around to make sure no one was paying attention before decisively reaching out and pulling the instant noodles in front of her.

Five minutes later.

Shen Qingqiu, the usually aloof and unapproachable national diva, took off her mask, held a paper bowl, and slurped noodles with Lin Yan without any inhibitions.

Ultimately, the "it's actually good" phenomenon is inescapable.

"Give me half of the sausage."

With noodles in his mouth, Shen Qingqiu mumbled his request.

"No way, this is the king of kings that I bought at great expense." Lin Yan quickly protected the food.

Without a word, Shen Qingqiu swung his fork and precisely snatched half of the sausage from Lin Yan's bowl.

The two were secretly competing over a piece of sausage when suddenly a cell phone blasted music from the front row.

"...I once poured my youth into her, and I once played the notes of summer with my fingertips..."

It was the song "The Wind Rises" that Lin Yan sang at the graduation party a few days ago.

Lin Yan and Shen Qingqiu exchanged a glance, their forks freezing in mid-air.

Two young girls in the front row are having a passionate discussion.

One of them slapped his thigh excitedly: "I've listened to Lin Yan's live performance eighty times today! The way he sings is absolutely amazing!"

Another nodded repeatedly: "Exactly! Those blind bastards at Xingyao Entertainment actually let him be a background character for three years. With that kind of ability, Wu Zhe isn't even worthy of shining his shoes."

"Hey, have you been checking Weibo? I heard Lin Yan and Shen Qingqiu were spotted at the airport, heading to Dali for their honeymoon... ugh, vacation!"

"I saw it! Ahhh, I really want to bump into them at Erhai Lake! They have such amazing chemistry, I'd wholeheartedly support their marriage!"

Lin Yan, sitting in the back row, quietly pulled his baseball cap down a little.

A blush crept up Shen Qingqiu's ears as she quietly pulled her mask up, revealing only her large eyes.

Just then, the girl in the front row turned around to throw away the trash, her gaze landing squarely on Lin Yan's face.

The girl was stunned for a moment, then her eyes widened instantly.

"Handsome guy, you look...like Lin Yan?" the girl asked tentatively.

Shen Qingqiu's heart skipped a beat, and her palms started sweating.

If they get recognized, their vacation will turn into a massive fan meeting.

Lin Yan, however, remained calm and collected. He leisurely slurped up the last mouthful of noodle soup, then pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth.

Then he pushed up his sunglasses, and a strong, authentic Northeastern accent burst forth.

"Girl, you're kidding me. If I were Lin Yan, would I be sitting here on the high-speed train eating instant noodles? I would have chartered a plane to eat French food, and I'd definitely order some Lafite."

The girl was stunned by the strong accent.

After taking another look at the empty bowl of braised beef noodles on Lin Yan's table, he suddenly understood.

"Yeah, right. Someone like Lin Yan, a god-like figure, definitely wouldn't be making instant noodles here. Sorry bro, sorry to bother you." The girl apologized and turned back to listening to music.

Shen Qingqiu rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief under the table. She kicked Lin Yan's shin as a sign of approval for his god-like quick thinking.

At 4 p.m., the train arrived at Dali Station.

The business vehicle arranged by Director Li of the Culture and Tourism Bureau was already waiting at the exit, and drove all the way to a secluded courtyard by Erhai Lake.

The Bai ethnic-style small building with blue bricks and gray tiles has bougainvillea planted in the courtyard, and a log viewing terrace extends directly onto the Erhai Lake.

The scenery is superb, and the location is quite secluded.

"Teacher Lin, this is the 'Romantic Inn' that the director specially arranged. The owner's surname is Mai, he's a local, so your privacy is absolutely guaranteed." The driver enthusiastically helped unload the luggage.

The wooden gate to the courtyard was ajar.

As soon as Lin Yan pushed open the door, a deep, rough electric guitar sound came from under the grape trellis.

A middle-aged man with shoulder-length gray hair, wearing a black old man's shirt and full-sleeve tattoos sat in a rattan chair.

Holding an old, chipped Fender electric guitar in his arms, his fingers flew across the fretboard, playing extremely powerful blues scales.

There were seven or eight empty beer bottles scattered on the ground, and a beater was standing on the ground.

Hearing the noise, the man continued playing the piano, but lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced at the two of them.

His eyes were filled with arrogance, showing that he didn't take anyone seriously at all.

"Looking for a hotel room?" The man's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed against his skin.

"Boss Mai?" Lin Yan took off his sunglasses.

Old Mai squinted and sized him up, then snorted, "An internet celebrity, huh? Old Li already put in a good word. These are the two best rooms on the second floor. Carry your luggage up yourself."

Shen Qingqiu frowned slightly. As a queen, she had never been treated so coldly before.

Lin Yan wasn't angry at all. His gaze passed over Old Mai and landed on the mottled wall behind him.

There was a faded poster there, a rare commemorative poster of "Hong Kong Coliseum," the first generation of rock bands in China in the 1990s.

interesting.

The place arranged by the Culture and Tourism Bureau turned out to be owned by a retired rock veteran.

It seems this trip to Dali will definitely not be boring.