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As noon approached, the sunlight in Dali was already quite dazzling.

Lin Yan stretched and finally managed to get out of bed.

After washing up, he put on a loose shirt and strolled slowly downstairs in flip-flops.

Shen Qingqiu had already woken up in the courtyard downstairs.

Today she changed into a long dress with a strong ethnic style, and her hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin.

He was sitting at the stone table, staring at his phone screen as it refreshed rapidly, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Good morning, Mr. Shen. Where's Lao Mai? Didn't you say you were having rice noodle soup for breakfast?"

Lin Yan sat down on a chair and poured himself a cup of tea.

Shen Qingqiu glanced at him, then pushed the phone towards him.

"We're out of rice flour porridge. But in another half hour, you'll probably be turned into rice flour porridge."

Lin Yan leaned over to take a look, and wow, all he saw was a screen full of the word "explosion".

The top trending topic was that secretly filmed video from last night, which was described as having "landline quality."

Looking at his own back as he played the piano in the video, and the insane comments section with "hand over the audio source" and screenshots of sold-out plane tickets, Lin Yan's lips twitched violently twice.

"Don't these netizens ever sleep? I was just singing a little something, and now look what's happened, Director Li is definitely going to call me."

No sooner had the words been spoken than a sound of gongs and drums suddenly came from outside the inn.

"Thump! Thump! Clang! Thump thump clang!"

The commotion was so loud it nearly overturned the bluestone slabs of Dali Old Town.

Immediately afterwards, two lions adorned with red and green decorations rushed into the courtyard of Old Mai's Inn.

Behind the lion dance, Director Li, beaming with health and dressed in a suit, led a dozen or so internet celebrities who were live-streaming on their phones as they swarmed in.

The most outrageous thing was that four burly men were carrying a giant banner that was two meters long.

The inscription above, written in striking gold lettering, reads: "A pillar of the Chinese music scene, a benefactor in the revitalization of Dali's cultural tourism, presented to Master Lin Yan!"

Lin Yan's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

What kind of tacky spectacle is this?!

"Brother Lin! No, Master Lin!"

Director Li shoved the lion dance aside, rushed forward, and grabbed Lin Yan's hand tightly.

The bureau chief's eyes welled up with tears: "You are like a second parent to Dali! One song, and the total number of searches across the internet has exceeded 200 million! The National Day film season target was achieved three months ahead of schedule!"

The online celebrities and tourists who followed immediately went wild.

The video originally only captured the person's back, but now that the real person is right in front of us, countless phone cameras are shoving at us.

"It really is Lin Yan!"

"Shen Qingqiu is there too! They really are on their honeymoon!"

"Lin Yan! Hand over the audio! I quit my job and flew here overnight after listening to your song!"

The crowd went wild instantly; Old Mai's small yard simply couldn't withstand this level of stampede crisis.

The enthusiastic tourists' eyes were green with envy, as if they wanted to devour Lin Yan alive.

Lin Yan was used to seeing all sorts of things, but even he felt a chill run down his spine in this unsecured, wild environment.

He glanced at Shen Qingqiu, who was being jostled and pushed around beside him, and his eyes darkened.

"Director Li, we appreciate the sentiment, but please hang the banner at the door to ward off evil spirits. We'll take it back!"

Lin Yan didn't waste any words. He kicked over the bamboo chair next to him to block the enthusiastic fans, and then grabbed Shen Qingqiu's slender wrist.

"run!"

Lin Yan gave a low shout, pulled Shen Qingqiu and shoved open the wooden door to the backyard, rushing directly into the intricate alleys of Dali Ancient City.

"Hey! Master Lin, don't go! I've arranged roast suckling pig for lunch!"

Director Li shouted at the top of his lungs from behind, but Lin Yan had already disappeared.

"Chase them! Don't let them get away!"

Someone in the fan group shouted, and a group of people rushed out to chase after them.

The alleys of Dali Old Town are winding and twisting. Lin Yan held Shen Qingqiu's hand tightly as they weaved through the crowds.

Shen Qingqiu usually goes out with bodyguards clearing the way and using VIP channels; he has never experienced a life-or-death situation like this before.

Wearing flat shoes, she was pulled along by Lin Yan as they ran wildly, her heart pounding in her chest as if it were about to burst out of her throat.

"Lin Yan! Slow down! I can't breathe!" Shen Qingqiu gasped for breath.

"If you're slow, you'll be skinned alive! Didn't you see the way those guys were looking at you? Like you were looking at braised pork!"

Without turning his head, Lin Yan relied on his height and physical strength to tear a path through the air.

The group of male fans behind him were like leeches, clinging on and refusing to let go.

"Over here!"

Lin Yan caught a glimpse of an extremely narrow dead end ahead.

At the end of the road was a half-open, dilapidated wooden door with a faded liquor sign hanging above it: Old Zhang's Little Tavern.

Without hesitation, he pulled Shen Qingqiu through the wooden door, slammed it shut with a loud bang, and then bolted it shut.

"call."

Lin Yan leaned against the door and let out a long sigh.

A jumble of footsteps and shouts came from outside the door.

"Where did they go? They were just here!"

"Go check ahead!" The voice faded into the distance.

The dimly lit tavern was filled with the aroma of peach blossom wine and sour plum soup.

Shen Qingqiu leaned against the cold earthen wall, panting heavily.

Her hair was a little messy, and her originally cool face was flushed with an alluring blush from running.

She looked up, and Lin Yan's chest was also heaving.

The two stared at each other, so close they were almost touching.

The noise from the outside world was completely shut out by this broken door, so quiet that only the sounds of breathing and heartbeats could be heard.

Lin Yan's large hand remained tightly wrapped around her wrist, never letting go for a moment.