I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

In early October, Liu Ruyan discovered that she really hadn't had her period. She was incredibly surprised: Could what Jiefang said be true? Was I really pregnant?

She went to the hospital for a check-up with her mother that same day.

The doctor told her: You are indeed pregnant.

Liu Ruyan was genuinely surprised after hearing what the doctor said.

I never expected my husband, Yan Jiefang, to discover it so early; it's amazing.

When Liu's mother heard that her youngest daughter was pregnant, she couldn't stop smiling.

You should know that the youngest daughter has been married for two years, a full two years!

There's been no news for so long, it's almost become a worry for her.

Privately, she repeatedly urged her daughter to exert more effort at night, saying that as a wife, she couldn't be too reserved and had to be more open.

Otherwise, when will we ever have a child?

Without children, can this marriage remain stable?

You probably think Yan Jiefang can't get a divorce, right?

In case of divorce, can the younger daughter find a man as outstanding as Yan Jiefang?

That's just overthinking it!

She was extremely worried about this.

Now, she can finally rest easy.

After leaving the hospital, Liu Ruyan planned to take her mother home by bicycle. (Yan Jiefang had just bought a women's bicycle; bicycle tickets were a simple matter for him.)

Liu's mother patted her arm and rubbed it.

"You're pregnant, don't you know how to be careful? What if you bump into something? It's not far, let's walk back!"

Liu Ruyan glanced at her mother, knowing her temper, and could only give up.

Liu Ruyan didn't spread the news of her pregnancy, so for the time being, no one in the courtyard except her sister knew about it.

Liu Yuyan was a shrewd person, so naturally she wouldn't spread rumors everywhere.

That evening, Yan Jiefang continued writing his fifth book, which would be a bestseller in the 80s and 90s.

This is a collection of modern prose poems.

Liu Ruyan sat watching from the side. When she read Yan Jiefang's newly written lines, "Facing the sea, with spring flowers in bloom," a hint of longing appeared on her face.

"Liberation, if only we could buy a house by the sea in the future, facing the ocean, where spring is warm and flowers bloom, that would be wonderful."

Yan Jiefang's pen never stopped; it kept going.

"It's a simple matter, but it will take a few years, since travel is still not very convenient right now."

Liu Ruyan was somewhat curious:

"How long will it take?"

Yan Jiefang thought for a moment and guessed:

"About ten or twenty years ago, I'm not too sure about this."

"It will take that long! By then we'll all be old, over forty years old. How can we still be in the mood for facing the sea with spring flowers in bloom?"

"I'm already overwhelmed with worrying about my child's job and marriage!"

Yan Jiefang thought about it and realized that it made sense. In his forties, he was in the prime of his life, striving and working hard. How could he have the mood to be sentimental?

However, he paused for a moment: No, how come such down-to-earth words came from your mouth, Liu Ruyan?

If those Liu Ruyan sycophants knew that their goddess had been transformed into this by Yan Jiefang, wouldn't they shout "Damn it!"?

With the final stroke, this collection of prose poems is complete.

When it is published in the 80s, it will surely bring a great shock to the literary youth of that time.

These five heavyweight books are enough for literature; next, I can go into the entertainment industry and become a troublemaker.

The first song he prepared was later known as Zhang Tianwang's "Goodbye Kiss" and "A Thousand Reasons to Be Sad,"...

What? You're saying the first song has so many songs?

Stay calm! Stay calm!

Just like there are five Heavenly Kings, you shouldn't pry into things in the entertainment industry!

You're still too young, go listen to the music!

Sitting next to Yan Jiefang, watching him write down lyrics and scores one after another like copying a textbook, Liu Ruyan was almost numb.

Brother, which song wasn't the result of a long period of painstaking creation?

As a result, you're like popcorn popping out of a "black gourd," a whole bunch of it comes out at once, right?

Liu Ruyan didn't recognize the sheet music, but she could see the lyrics, so she began to read them softly:

"Past events have faded like smoke, vanishing before our eyes..."

Her voice is very pleasant; even just reciting it sounds quite nice.

Of course, it can't compare to a superstar's performance.

"Liberation, the lyrics sound quite melodious, could you sing me a couple of lines?"

Yan Jiefang put down his pen.

"Then I'll sing the second song, 'A Thousand Reasons to Be Sad'."

He paused for a few seconds, then a deep, resonant voice sang out from his lips:

"The one I once loved, I no longer possess..."

It wasn't until the song ended that Liu Ruyan realized what had happened. She clapped her hands, her face full of admiration.

"Honey~ This song is so good! How did you come up with it?"

Yan Jiefang picked up his pen and continued writing, his expression casual:

"Reading, running, basketball, writing, singing, shooting, and many more—I'm good at many things, and you'll find out as time goes on."

"Mmm~"

Liu Ruyan nodded repeatedly, then looked at Yan Jiefang with anticipation.

"Honey, could you sing 'Goodbye Kiss' again?"

This voice is so sickeningly sweet it makes people uneasy!

Yan Jiefang had no choice but to put down his pen again and sing the classic song once more.

As time passed, that night, Yan Jiefang wrote down 15 of Zhang Tianwang's most classic songs.

They ripped almost all off him at once.

The next morning, Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang rode their bicycles together to Factory 774.

On the way, he saw an old man with his head down who looked somewhat familiar.

Only when I got closer did I realize it was Yi Zhonghai.

He was carrying a load on his shoulders and walking down the street, calling out:

"Pot mending, a family tradition, we can fix any broken pot for you!"

Yan Jiefang glanced at him once and then ignored him, quickly riding his bicycle past him.

Before long, only their backs could be seen.

Yi Zhonghai looked up at the other man's brother and sighed:

"Ugh."

After trekking more than ten kilometers, the two brothers finally arrived within the stipulated time.

They then went their separate ways to their respective workshops.

"Engineer Yan, what do you think of these blueprints?"

Before Yan Jiefang could even sit down, he was stopped by a female technician.

She is also an alumna of the National Taiwan University of Electronic Science and Technology and is a graduate this year.

She was exceptionally beautiful, a rarity in the North Electricity Factory, which is why many technicians in the factory swarmed around her.

But she likes to seek out Yan Jiefang, probably because she uses him as a shield.

Yan Jiefang understood her thoughts and didn't take them to heart, as long as it wasn't excessive.

Anyway, everyone knows that Yan Jiefang is already married and is not a competitor of theirs.

He casually pointed and said a few words, then drove them away, and Yan Jiefang began his work for the day.