Chapter 262: The clock running in reverse, born toward death!

The three-man delegation from the Olympic Organizing Committee left the following day.

Boss Lu, "quite interested," borrowed an off-road vehicle from Fan Jianchuan. It was the first-generation Paladin introduced by Zhengzhou Nissan in 2003, though it was second-hand.

He jokingly claimed he was going to Wuchuan's Shuimo Town to buy tea and, incidentally, to gather inspiration for the Olympic proposal.

As a director who also happens to love tea, isn't it perfectly normal to go to a tea-producing town for inspiration?

To avoid being recognized, a fully disguised Lu Kuan drove from downtown Rongcheng to Shuimo Town at four in the morning.

The faint sunlight at six o'clock spilled evenly over the rolling tea mountains, and the entire town seemed to be shrouded in a layer of golden gauze.

Boss Lu stepped out of the car, watching intently as the tender green tea leaves swayed in the breeze, the crystal-clear dewdrops playful and cute.

Tea farmers appeared in twos and threes, skillfully picking the fresh, tender buds one by one.

How beautiful.

The young director sighed slightly and drove on toward the center of town.

In 2005, there were still many small town and village schools in China; education had not yet, like the later urbanization, siphoned all rural students into the county and city districts.

Lu Kuan passed the Shuimo Town Central Elementary School, watching the slightly faded red flag fluttering in the middle of the loess playground.

To be honest, his decision to come to Sichuan in person yesterday was just a whim; he didn't know what he could do or what he should do.

But truly seeing this quiet and peaceful town, which might face a sudden catastrophe in the next few years, he still felt a sense of sorrow.

"Gongka Musang?"

Lu Kuan turned back to see a small ethnic minority boy in a long-sleeved, high-collared jacket looking at him curiously.

His complexion was dark, his lips chapped, and his eyes were like black lacquer.

"Are you talking to me?"

He took off his sunglasses, and the filter of the beautiful scenery before him became even more intense.

The little boy switched to Mandarin: "Hello."

"Hello, are you Qiang or Tibetan?"

"Tibetan."

"What's your name?"

"Dorje."

The little boy spoke with a slight stutter, his dark face framed by two jewel-like eyes that sparkled.

"Are you buying tea leaves?"

He pointed to the fresh Shuimo black tea Boss Lu had just bought from the tea farmers, sitting in front of the passenger window.

"I have some at home too."

The little boy's words were very simple; he seemed unable to speak more complex Mandarin.

"Alright, take me to see it."

He climbed into Fan Jianchuan's second-hand Paladin with curiosity and excitement, touching everything left and right, unable to contain his thrill.

"How many people are in your school?"

"More than 90."

"And the teachers?"

"5."

Lu Kuan pursed his lips and said nothing more.

In the news of the future, no one here survived.

95, 95.

After buying the tea and dropping him back at school, Lu Kuan quickly drove away from the town elementary school.

He was afraid that if he memorized the appearance of those school buildings, he wouldn't be able to handle it when he saw them on TV later.

Today felt like a day he had decided to do nothing at all.

Boss Lu drove back and forth in the town, buying a trunk full of new tea, yet he didn't know where he would eventually stop.

In the evening, he checked into a hotel in the county. Looking at the somewhat old and mottled bathroom in the 80-yuan-a-night small hotel, he suddenly felt like Li Ming, walking into the journey of life's adversity.

His phone rang.

"Hello?"

Liu Yifei's dissatisfied voice came through: "You hung up on me yesterday, saying you'd call me back later."

"Oh... I forgot."

Lying on the bed, Little Liu held the quilt between her legs, finding it very rare that he didn't come up with some high-sounding excuse to brush her off.

"Then apologize."

"I'm sorry."

The call was silent for two seconds; the sensitive seventeen-year-old girl had already discovered something was wrong.

"Lu Kuan, where are you? What's wrong with you?"

Boss Lu sighed deeply in his heart, not wanting to reveal any clues: "I'm gathering inspiration in a small town, I'll be back in a couple of days."

Liu Yifei happily shared with him: "The *Genius Gunner* crew had a dinner today, and I had a small sip of dry red wine; it was actually quite good."

"You can have a little, remember this feeling; it will be useful for acting in the future."

Little Liu found him inexplicably patient today; usually, he would have hung up long ago with excuses about writing scripts, meetings, or handling official business.

"I want to come find you, is that okay? I want to rest for two days."

Lu Kuan lay on the bed; perhaps because he hadn't been exposed to the sun for a long time, the not-so-clean sheets made his neck itch.

The ceiling was a dull grayish-white, and he didn't know if he was hallucinating, but he always felt the wall plaster was about to fall off.

Then the stones, the beams, the entire building...

"Lu Kuan?"

"You'll be recognized. Just stay in Beiping and prepare to film your Mytube videos."

Liu Yifei insisted: "Tell me where you are."

"Aba, Wuchuan."

The two chatted aimlessly for over ten minutes, until the call was interrupted by Liu Xiaoli knocking on the door to urge her daughter to sleep.

After a night of nightmares, Lu Kuan woke up early again today.

Pushing open the door, the 1980s-style architecture of Wuchuan County was bathed in the faint morning light. Boss Lu lit a cigarette and fell into deep thought.

Should he go back?

Or... go buy some more tea.

Driving like a zombie toward the town elementary school, the bright red national flag fluttered, almost becoming the town's landmark.

He saw that Tibetan boy again and rolled down the window: "Dorje!"

"Aga! Buying tea?"

Aga is Tibetan for older brother.

"Buying, of course I'm buying."

Dorje was overjoyed, not because he sold the tea, but because he could ride in this iron monster again.

"Screech!"

The small toy stones he collected in his pants pocket scratched the seat with a harsh sound; fortunately, the leather didn't break.

The stones were very sharp.

The timid Tibetan boy thought he was angry and obediently sat on only half the seat.

Just as the volunteer teacher required, he kept his hands on his thighs, only daring to steal glances at him.

"It's okay, just don't scratch yourself while playing with stones."

Boss Lu turned his head and managed to squeeze out a smile: "Have you ever seen a movie?"

"No, but I've heard of it; there's a cinema in the county."

"Is your home ahead and to the left?"

"Yes, turning right is the road to the county."

Dorje didn't know why he wanted to emphasize this; perhaps every trip to the city left a deep impression on him.

The Paladin came to an abrupt stop, leaving a rut, dust rising on the dirt road.

Lu Kuan turned the steering wheel all the way to the right: "Do you want to go see a movie?"

He had made up his mind; as long as Dorje showed the slightest bit of hope, he would slam on the gas and take him to experience a new world.

This might be the only movie the little boy would see in his life.

"Can I trade it for tea leaves?"

"No need! Sit tight!"

The sunlight, nearly nine o'clock, was already a bit blinding, and Lu Kuan felt a burning sensation in his face.

The overexposed scene was like Li Ming in the first act of *The Curious Case of Benjamin Button*.

The mountain road wasn't easy to travel, and it was past 10 o'clock when they reached the county; the cinema had just opened.

The first movie of the day was starting to sell tickets.

"*The Curious Case of Benjamin Button*, two tickets."

"25 each, that's 50. Do you want anything to eat?"

The county cinema couldn't even be called a proper movie theater; snacks were just bubble gum, instant noodles, and soda.

"Two... three packs of Nanjiecun, two bottles of Future Cola."

"Forget it, make it three bottles."

Let him drink his fill today, and take one bottle back for his younger sister at home.

This was information Dorje had just revealed in the car.

A 7-year-old sister; she would be 10 in 2008.

Dorje, who wasn't even as tall as the counter, took the snacks and drinks in disbelief.

He seemed to have never received any anti-abduction education; he just bought tea from his family yesterday, and today he skipped school to follow this Aga here.

But looking at it now, it was clearly worth it.

The movie started, and there was almost no one in the cinema.

Who would come to see the first movie at ten o'clock on a weekday?

Only the state-run cinema affiliated with the local Bureau of Culture and Broadcasting would screen it regardless of the cost.

The old-fashioned cinema had classic nostalgic decor.

White walls and ceilings, tile floors, and a large stage in front of the screen, with dark red curtains hanging on both sides.

Lu Kuan watched the opening on the screen expressionlessly; it was a story he had edited more than ten times.

The opening was still that unique image: the clock running in reverse.

"Aga, this movie is filmed wrong."

"What?"

"Clocks don't run like that!"

Dorje seemed to have discovered an incredible secret.

"Actually, clocks... can also run backward, just like people."

Children's attention spans are mostly short; Dorje had no time to consider the hidden meaning in his muttering, as he was greedily sucking on the bubbles from the Future Cola.

Damn it, almost let them slip away.

"Hiccup!"

Dorje's eyes were very busy; he had to watch the trains, the planes, and the ships.

Dorje's mouth was also very busy; he had to chew the crispy noodles, drink the cola, and hiccup.

And ask questions.

"Why did he turn into a baby and stop moving at the end? Did he die?"

Mentioning the topic of life and death, Lu Kuan didn't dare turn his head to look at this vibrant Tibetan child, just as he didn't dare memorize the appearance of those school buildings.

"He died, and then he lived again."

Night fell; today was Lu Kuan's second night at the small hotel in Wuchuan County.

Looking at the slightly bluish area in the mirror where he had just shaved his beard, Lu Kuan sighed and took out a cigarette to light it.

For him, lighting a cigarette was like burning incense, having the effect of clearing his mind.

Today was also Liu Yifei's first night after just getting off the plane in Rongcheng.

She had just landed with Yang Siwei and decided to go to that place called Wuchuan to find him tomorrow.

The name sounded quite nice.

For some reason, Liu Yifei always felt that Lu Kuan had been acting strange these past two days.

But if she had to describe it, she was at a loss for words.

When they talked yesterday, the image of Lu Kuan in her mind was like Li Ming in *The Curious Case of Benjamin Button* who had just lost his father.

Seeing Zhang Manyu with a boyfriend, his silently turning away back was heart-wrenching.

Backlit shot? Is that the term? The current Lu Kuan seemed to carry his own backlight.

Thinking of this, she dialed the number, feeling restless.

"You really came?"

"Yeah, are you still gathering inspiration in that small town?"

"Yeah."

"Tomorrow morning, earlier, around 8:30, find me at the gate of the Shuimo Town Elementary School, and I'll take you to climb the tea mountain."

It was the first time Liu Yifei had heard him speak like this, as if he were arranging work processes for his subordinates.

She didn't know that this 8:30 was calculated.

The town elementary school started at 8:30; that was when there were the most people at the school gate, and he had figured out the pattern over the past two days.

Children who helped their families pick and sell tea early in the morning, like Dorje, almost all arrived at the school gate at this time.

With no one around, Lu Kuan took a sharp nail he had swiped from a hardware store out of his bag and quietly approached Old Fan's second-hand Paladin.

"Little Japan's car, consider it a good deed today, sending you off."

He held a flashlight in his left hand to illuminate the upper part of the tire, struggled to crawl under the car on his back, and recalled the bragging of the bald stuntman Jack on the set while filming *The Foreigner*.

"Reach under the chassis, find the approximate location of the brake master cylinder; the brake oil lines extend along the chassis to each wheel."

"You secretly use a sharp object to poke a small hole in this brake line, letting the brake fluid leak out slowly."

"This way, it won't be too dangerous at first; by the time he discovers the brakes have failed after a while, it will be too late."

"I learned this from a gang in Colima; that small hole is extremely hard to find, and even the Mexican police can't collect evidence to convict."

Boss Lu's hands were shaking; he had found the spot, but he was hesitant to do it.

Jack, oh Jack, why the hell did you have to let me hear you bragging!

With an almost inaudible "pfft," he placed a thick newspaper on the ground under the leak point and pressed it down with a stone.

Then he quickly left from under the car, as if nothing had happened.

His heart was pounding violently; he looked at himself in this life in the mirror.

"One last time, really the last time!"

Lu Kuan suddenly roared at the mirror with a ferocious expression.

"Remember, you damn well aren't the savior!"

The cramped bathroom was filled with the echo of his impotent rage.

His voice suddenly weakened again.

"Damn, I'm really scared."

Lu Kuan turned off the light and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, his body trembling slightly.

On the morning of March 8, 2005, at 8 o'clock, Liu Yifei, disguised, had just gotten off the car with her chubby agent on the side of the national highway at the east entrance of Shuimo Town.

The road in the town was not easy to travel, and the driver refused to take them any further inside.

"It's all mountain gullies inside; if I go in, I'll have to take a huge detour to get out!"

Yang Siwei put her hands on her hips, wanting to scold him, but was pulled back by Little Liu.

"Let's go, let's go; we came to climb the mountain for exercise anyway. Let's hurry and ask how to get to the town elementary school."

For some reason, her restlessness today was even worse; she just wanted to find Lu Kuan quickly.

Liu Yifei slightly loosened the scarf wrapped around her head: "No one should recognize me here, right?"

"Don't! You'd better keep it on; if you get photographed with something weird, it'll be impossible to explain."

"I'm telling you, can you two not pick places like this for dates in the future? It's very unfriendly to us chubby people, you know?"

Little Liu scolded her with a smile: "What date! He came to gather inspiration, I came to vacation, just like when he went to Jiuzhaigou for vacation last time."

"Say whatever you want, anyway, I'm not going up the mountain later; I'll wait for you guys down here."

"But this tea mountain really looks beautiful, lush and refreshing."

Liu Yifei and Yang Siwei asked for directions while admiring the beautiful scenery along the road.

But Lu Kuan, who had just carefully driven into the west entrance of the town, was not in the mood for this.

At this moment, he was frantically rehearsing the stunt operation in his mind.

According to the physical data simulated at Butian Film, hitting a wall at 50 yards and then slamming the steering wheel to drift, there shouldn't be any major issues.

If he crashed, he would pretend to pass out, and either the children around the school, like Dorje who drank all three bottles of cola yesterday, would see him.

Or Little Liu, whom he had arranged to meet at 8:30, would see him.

He wouldn't die, he wouldn't be disabled; if it hurts, let it hurt.

He hoped Little Liu was a girl with a sense of time.

He moved the car forward at a snail's pace, looking at his own frantic expression in the rearview mirror, and swore once again.

One last time, really the last time.

Reborn once, I, Lu Kuan, have done right by everyone.

He found the south wall of the town elementary school where there were the fewest people, observing that there was no one around to accidentally hurt.

He silently recited the name of the Heavenly Venerable, temporarily hugging the Daoist ancestor's feet.

Accelerate, 5 yards, 15 yards, 30 yards, 50 yards!

Drift!

Holy crap! Why won't it drift?

Damn your mother's joint-venture car!

It locked up!

With a loud "bang," the entire front of the white Paladin wedged into the low wall, and the fragile wall of the town elementary school collapsed with a roar!

Through the thin side window, as if entering the bullet time in *The Matrix*, Lu Kuan saw Liu Yifei running toward him, crying and screaming.

This was the last scene he saw before his remaining consciousness disappeared, like the final frozen frame of the movie *The 400 Blows*, piercing deeply into his soul.

Accompanied by his pounding heartbeat, slowly, Lu Kuan's vision turned blood-red, and then fell into pitch black.

"Headline! Famous young Chinese director Lu Kuan encounters a car accident while gathering inspiration in Aba, Sichuan!"

"Fairy Sister secretly meets lover Lu Kuan; the latter accidentally crashes into a wall while driving and has been in a coma for over 3 hours!"

"Beiping Olympic Organizing Committee confirms Director Lu Kuan has joined the opening ceremony proposal solicitation, but unfortunately encountered a sudden accident!"

"Peak at debut four years ago, genius director's fate is full of twists and turns!"

"Affectionate since ancient times, genius director's secret meeting with young girlfriend encounters setbacks!"

As the number one popular director in the domestic entertainment industry, or a director of both fame and infamy, he must have his presence.

Only 3 hours after the news spread, the outside of the high-end ward at Huaxi Hospital of Sichuan University was crowded with reporters.

Fan Jianchuan, who heard the news and rushed over, was blocked by reporters at one end of the corridor, accompanied by a police officer with a high rank.

"That's right, Director Lu was driving my car; he came to borrow 1970s old items from me to film a movie."

"What? No, he went to Shuimo because he likes to drink tea, and he just took on the Olympic matter, so he went to gather inspiration."

A reporter asked another question, and the police officer on the side took over: "The current investigation shows it was an accident; the brake fluid of this Paladin leaked for no reason, and the brakes were somewhat faulty."

"It should be an accident."

The news spread quickly; Beiping Film Academy President Zhang Huijun and Directing Department Head Tian Zhuangzhuang rushed to Rongcheng at the first opportunity, having just gotten off the plane.

Han Shanping arrived the earliest; he hadn't gone back at all, returning to his old base at Emei Film Studio to drink heavily for two days and visit several old leaders and colleagues.

Yang Siwei blocked the outside of the ward, her expression stern: "Reporters, please keep quiet; I will reiterate one last time."

"Director Lu's vital signs are stable in all aspects; there are no fractures, penetrating wounds, or head injuries on his entire body!"

A small-eyed reporter from *Apple Daily* sneered: "He hasn't woken up in 3 hours; medically, not waking up in 6 hours means severe brain damage. You guys are quite optimistic; I think..."

This was a print media outlet that was always at odds with Boss Lu, and their stance was biased.

"Get out! You get out of here!"

Liu Yifei pushed the door open, her pretty face flushed with anger, pointing angrily at the small-eyed reporter.

Yang Siwei quickly pushed her back into the ward; after this outburst of evil fire, this scandal would surely be confirmed.

Entertainment reporters were naturally happy to watch the fun, already noting down in their notebooks: "Underage starlet concerned for lover, angrily scolds reporter for caring."

Hating others for having, laughing at others for not having.

Such a young director who had built such a huge foundation in just 4 years and won more than half of the three major European film festivals and Oscars would make many people jealous.

Not to mention his latest movie, which had been released for over a week and had already taken nearly 60 million in box office.

Not during the New Year period! One week! What kind of concept is this?

Han Shanping and others created the New Year period; was he going to "destroy" the New Year period with the momentum of the Berlin Jin Xiong and the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film?

Proving that a non-New Year, non-pure commercial film could also top the annual box office champion?

Your surname is Lu, but you've blocked too many people's paths.

Beiping *Perhaps Love* crew.

Zhou Xun, who was putting on makeup, changed her expression after hearing a few whispers from her assistant and went directly to find director Chen Kexin with her makeup on.

"Director Chen, I need to ask for leave to go to Rongcheng."

Chen Kexin adjusted his glasses with dissatisfaction: "Zhou Xun, today is mainly for filming your scenes; if there's nothing particularly urgent, look..."

"It's urgent, very urgent, I'm sorry, director."

Zhou Xun didn't look at the Hong Kong director's livid face again, turning around gracefully to go back to the RV to pack her things.

What's a movie compared to a brother?

Hong Kong's Anita Mui had already asked her agent Wang Minhui to buy her a ticket, and with a splitting headache, she rested her head against the rear window of the moving Lexus.

Could it be that because this little brother saved her, Heaven put this calamity on him?

Jin Ling, Jiangsu Province.

"Jielun! It's not good!" Li Fengni, who was even chubbier than Yang Siwei, pushed open the door of the rehearsal room with a panicked expression; tonight was his solo concert.

Zhou Jielun frowned and put down his phone: "I saw it, damn it!"

He smashed the dressing table hard, and his phone fell to the ground.

"Help me book the earliest ticket after the concert ends; you go over first to check the situation."

Li Fengni pushed the door and went out; Jielun leaned back on the chair irritably, thinking about having the whole audience bless his good friend before singing *Snail* tonight.

Repulse Bay mansion.

Li Shoucheng, who had just finished lunch, hung up the phone with Huo Wenxi and paced into the study, burdened with worries.

The storyboard sketches for *Whiplash*, which he "regarded as a treasure" and believed could bring him luck, were placed on the desk.

He was a bit worried, and recalled the prophecy of his fate by the late Uncle Chen.

Fortune as vast as the East Sea, a once-in-a-millennium encounter.

"Heh, this little thing, it's fine."

Beiping, Yanda Huayi headquarters, today was a regular meeting for senior management and core artists.

"President Wang, the news is true; Lu Kuan is indeed in a car accident and unconscious, it's been almost 4 hours."

Wang Dajun's secretary reported it seemingly quietly, but the voice had already spread throughout the quiet meeting room.

Zhou Jun glanced indifferently at Bingbing, who was flipping through the March issue of *Harper's Bazaar* opposite him.

The latter was whispering to Huo Siyan beside her, seemingly not having heard this news that had shocked the entertainment industry.

"Siyan, the photos you took for this issue are really good, it's just that these tassel earrings were a bad choice, let me tell you..."

"Bingbing?"

The big starlet looked up and smiled: "Zhou Zong, what's wrong?"

Zhou Jun leaned back on his chair with grace: "I was thinking..."

"Although Wenjie and Yanda Huayi are in a competitive relationship, at such a life-and-death moment, we still have to fulfill our humanitarian spirit."

"I just saw the news; Zhou Xun, Feng Yuanzheng, Anita Mui, the SARFT, Beiping Film Academy, Emperor Entertainment—almost half the entertainment industry is about to go."

He smiled and turned to Wang Dajun: "Dajun, should we also show some courtesy and send a representative to express our condolences?"

"Otherwise, it might look like we're secretly gloating, haha."

Before Wang Dajun could respond, Wang Xiaolei, who had been expressive since hearing the news, couldn't contain his excitement: "That's right! Although we are competitors, we are also colleagues in the industry!"

"We are all contributing to the development of Chinese cinema, so we should do this."

Zhou Jun echoed him: "Eh! Exactly! I think Bingbing should take the trouble to go?"

Fan Bingbing was stunned: "Me? Is that appropriate?"

Zhou Jun stood up and walked over, patting her on the shoulder: "Appropriate, why not? You just finished filming their *Don't Go Breaking My Heart*, your relationship should be pretty good, right?"

Bingbing tried her best to cover up the violently surging emotions in her heart; just now she was only using the chat with Huo Siyan to cover up her true feelings.

At this moment, facing Zhou Jun who was observing her at close range, the calmness in his words was like a snake's tongue, testing and approaching bit by bit.

Must remain calm.

Top big starlets all have top big hearts; Bingbing turned around with a smile, patting Zhou Jun with a coquettish and shy look: "Zhou Zong, although you are a leader, you can't talk nonsense, right?"

"I have a red heart, ready to work at Yanda Huayi until retirement."

"Eh, Bingbing is wrong about that."

Zhou Jun smiled elegantly and gently: "If Lu Kuan continues to be in a coma, maybe he will never wake up."

"You are the only actress in the company who has worked with him anyway; go see him, it will be good for your reputation."

Bingbing tried her best to endure the surging malice in his words, wishing she could slap Zhou Jun in the face.

"Alright, then I'll listen to the leader's arrangements."

Bingbing suddenly smiled brightly, revealing her neatly arranged teeth.

She swept past Zhou Jun like a cloud leaving a mountain, grabbed the khaki trench coat draped over the chair arm, and left with a clatter of high heels.

Rongcheng Huaxi Hospital.

At one end of the corridor, Han Shanping hung up the phone and passed through the crowd of reporters to enter the ward.

"Han Zong! Han Zong, is *Aftershock* considering changing directors?"

Facing the long guns and short cannons, Old Han, who always had a hot temper, spoke in a calm tone.

"*Aftershock* is a movie invested and led by Wenjie; it is a major mainstream project that the whole country is watching and concerned about."

"In China, besides Director Lu Kuan, I can't think of a second person who can film this movie well; we will wait for him."

The flat-headed man walked into the ward; Liu Xiaoli was tucking in the quilt for Lu Kuan, who was wearing a ventilator.

Liu Yifei sat on the side, her clothes wet with tears, just staring at him with a pair of swollen, crying eyes, unable to move away for even half a second.

Liu Xiaoli walked over and asked with concern: "Han Zong, Little Lu, this..."

"Don't worry, I've contacted the Municipal Committee; they will invite the city's brain injury experts to come for a consultation as soon as possible."

Han Shanping sighed immediately: "But having said that, the best hospital in Sichuan is Huaxi."

The remaining words didn't need to be said; the mother and daughter in the room both understood.

If he couldn't be saved at Huaxi, who else could they count on?

"By the way, Yifei, what about his senior brother?" Han Shanping suddenly remembered that Lu Kuan had no relatives left in the world; if surgery or something needed a signature...

"I contacted Zhuang Xu immediately; there's a tricky matter at Blog. com, so he can't come for the time being."

She bit her lip hard, unwilling to imagine the worst-case scenario: "If there's a need, I'll sign for him."

Zhuang Xu was naturally anxious, but in order to help his junior brother guard this stall so that foreign enemies wouldn't take advantage of the situation, he had to sit in command himself.

Han Shanping's phone rang again: "Hello? Old Zhang, is it! Good, good, good, great, thank you!"

He put down the phone: "Chairman Liu of the Olympic Organizing Committee said that Comrade Little Lu encountered danger while gathering inspiration for the Olympic proposal; they have already communicated with Peking Union Medical College Hospital and the PLA General Hospital, and will send a medical team over as soon as possible!"

Liu Yifei's teary-eyed, blurry big eyes finally showed some life, and her already chapped lips parted, wanting to say something but turning her head away.

The last time she turned her head, she saw him standing outside the door, dusty and tired; that scene was frozen in her mind, warming her limbs and bones.

This time encountering danger, seeing him covered in blood and closing his eyes at her, was like a steel needle piercing through her nerves, making her tremble all over with pain.

Wake up quickly!

Aren't you a little immortal? Can you save yourself? You still have to celebrate my eighteenth birthday with me...

——

The little immortal was wandering in his spirit; he had entered an extremely mysterious state.

Like entering the wormhole in *Interstellar*, Lu Kuan only felt his consciousness expanding, introspecting his body as it grew larger and smaller.

He suddenly felt his head being patted lightly.

"Lu Kuan, Lu Kuan?"

Jianguomen Outer Street, China World Hotel, Summer Palace.

"You kid, how many drinks have you had to pass out? You've been asleep for 5 minutes, right?"

Leader Yao of the Cyberspace Administration also directed the waiter with dissatisfaction: "Fill it up for him again; how much has he even drunk? Where is he like you, Boss Lu?"

Lu Kuan looked up in a daze, looked around, and was shocked!

Isn't this the last drinking party before his previous life ended!?

"Leader Yao, Little Gu, President Wei, you guys..."

He looked at the leaders, partners, and clients in front of him, dumbfounded.

Dreams and reality intertwined; Boss Lu remembered Little Liu running toward him with eyes splitting with rage, the last thing he saw.

"Where is Little Liu? Where is Liu Yifei?"

President Wei sneered: "President Lu, you haven't even gotten Bingbing's order yet, why are you thinking about Liu Yifei?"

"That Huang Yimei of hers is becoming popular, why would she need you to do public relations?"

President Wei was a broker; he slammed the table.

"One word, are you doing Fan Bingbing's project or not? She's now offering 50 million an order in the industry; as long as you bring out the plan, I'll go negotiate!"

He glanced at Leader Yao, who was silent; the latter nodded slightly.

President Wei took orders from Fan Bingbing and gave them to Lu Kuan's public relations company; he took a 30% cut.

This 15 million, some was his, some was Yao's.

After all, if you want to play on the edge of the law on the internet and get unbanned, you still need key figures to turn a blind eye.

But when it comes to professionalism, the only one in the industry who can be said to be able to handle this business is Lu Kuan, but this 30% is too much, and both sides are still bargaining.

Leader Yao was just showing his face today, sitting in command; he wouldn't express his stance, leaving everything to the glove, President Wei, to communicate.

Little Gu anxiously poked his partner; he usually didn't lose consciousness even after two jin, so why did he pass out for five minutes after just a few drinks today?

It was hard to talk to this point, why not hurry up and have a drink to deepen the relationship?

Boss Lu's face was pale, his forehead sweating; he was eager to figure out what was true and what was false.

Is he Zhuangzi now, or a butterfly?

Thinking of the Wenjie in the other life, the Golden Lion, the Jin Xiong, the Oscars, Little Liu, Bingbing...

He stood up abruptly, running out the door in the astonished gazes of everyone, his figure in a sorry state.

The CBD square at night was crowded; Lu Kuan stumbled toward the escalator, and on the side was a Wanda Cinema.

He frowned and thought for a few seconds, then turned and walked in.

"*The Curious Case of Benjamin Button*, is it still on? Give me one ticket."

The ticket seller was confused: "What *Curious Case of Benjamin Button*?"

Boss Lu was anxious: "Li Ming! Li Ming! Filmed by Lu Kuan!"

"Jin Xiong Award! Haven't you seen it?"

"Damn it! It just won the Jin Xiong Award!"

The ticket seller looked at the dancing lunatic and his face darkened: "Sir, can you please calm down?"

The crowd of onlookers grew larger and larger; Lu Kuan's heart sank, and he pushed away the crowd watching the fun and ran far away.

There was a large outdoor screen on the outer wall of the CBD, carrying an advertisement for *The Rose*.

Lu Kuan stood there in a daze, looking at the image of Liu Yifei across time and space.

He looked incredulous.

But he had to believe it.

Could it be that I really came back again???

Watching the seventeen-year-old girl turn into the thirty-seven-year-old Huang Yimei on the screen, Lu Kuan muttered like an idiot.

"Huang Yimei... Little Liu..."

A couple walked by, the girl covering her mouth and giggling: "Another fan fascinated by our Xixi; he looks like an uncle and is still calling her Little Liu, hehe."

"What do you know!?"

Lu Kuan pointed at the young couple and scolded them with dissatisfaction, his expression twisted and ferocious.

"She was taught by me, you know? Huh?"

"I taught her acting! I took her to the European Film Festival! I protected her from being attacked by people from Yanda Huayi!"

The man in the young couple was tall and stood out to block his girlfriend who had been frightened.

"Are you a retard? Yanda Huayi? Yanda Huayi is damn near bankrupt."

"What old onion crawled out of the ground? Are you a teacher at Beiping Film Academy? Teaching Xixi acting, retard!"

"Let's go, don't pay attention to the lunatic!"

Boss Lu had never suffered such anger; just as he was about to rush up, his coat corner was tugged.

"Aga? Take me to see a movie again?"

"Hiccup!"

Lu Kuan turned back in disbelief; Dorje was standing behind him, smiling, his face dark, his eyes like black lacquer.

The passing crowd seemed not to see this pair of freaks, passing by them.

"Dorje? You mean *The Curious Case of Benjamin Button*?"

The Tibetan child nodded heavily and pointed his finger at the quartz clock on the outer wall of the CBD.

"Aga, look, the clock running in reverse."

Lu Kuan only felt a splitting headache; images flashed back in his mind, lingering on what he had said to Dorje before.

【Actually, clocks... can also run backward, just like people.】

【He died, and then he lived again.】

"Dong!"

Lu Kuan turned his head abruptly.

The chime of the quartz clock on the hour was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, and a burst of white light exploded before his eyes instantly!

The backward-moving hands ticked in his ears, as if from a distant ancient bell, or like thousands of silver bells being shaken violently at the same time, shaking his consciousness into chaos!

"Ah!"

He sat up in bed, gasping for air, his bangs completely soaked with sweat; a scream frightened the young girl beside him.

"Lu Kuan! You're awake!"

Liu Yifei cried with joy; regardless of whether he had just woken from a big dream or recovered from a serious illness, she wrapped her arms around his neck and wouldn't let go.

Pressing against his sweaty side, the warmth of skin-to-skin contact brought the little girl, whose heart was like dead ashes, back to life.

"Wuwuwu... you scared me to death... wuwuwu."

Lu Kuan was Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterfly, and Little Liu was the cuckoo of the Wang Emperor.

The doctoral supervisor of Huaxi Medical College opposite the bed, the experts from Peking Union Medical College and 301 who were just about to start the consultation, were all astonished looking at this patient.

It was truly the strangest case these famous doctors had ever seen since they started practicing!

There were almost no major external injuries on his body, just abrasions on his forehead; his brain CT was taken two or three times, and nothing could be seen!

He had been in a coma for almost 7 hours, and then suddenly muttered a few words, sitting up in a dream of death!

The nurse monitored his vital signs, concluded there was no danger, and the leaders of the Rongcheng Municipal Committee and Tangshan Municipal Committee shook hands and left after expressing their condolences.

Yang Siwei informed the reporters outside the door and had the security guards chase them away to prevent the patient from being disturbed.

Han Shanping, Tian Zhuangzhuang, and Zhang Huijun looked at each other, and seeing Liu Yifei's true feelings, they stopped being lightbulbs.

Liu Xiaoli sighed deeply: "Little Lu, I'll go get you something to eat."

Only the young man and woman were left in the room.

Boss Lu looked at Little Liu, who was hanging on him like a koala: "Lo... loosen up a bit, do you want to choke me to death?"

Liu Yifei blushed as if waking from a dream and sat back on the edge of the bed: "You really scared me to death..."

"Where's my phone?"

"Here."

Lu Kuan flipped it open and found it was out of power.

He leaned against the bed to steady his mind, suddenly remembered something, and ordered casually: "Help me make a call to Sun Wenwen."

"Oh, okay."

Liu Yifei took out her phone, just about to dial, but stopped abruptly.

"What's her number?"

Little Liu swallowed hard, almost revealing the truth.

You dog! Why are you calculating as soon as you open your eyes!?

Boss Lu's lips were chapped, and he smiled somewhat eerily: "Sun Wenwen, you don't have her number?"

"No, I've never been to Wenjie, how would I have her number."

The little girl looked at him innocently; the ward was silent for two seconds, quite a bit of a master-vs-master vibe.

"Hehe, forget it, I'll call her myself later."

Liu Yifei's heart was pounding; living with such a person is really exciting.

She suddenly remembered the names he called out before Lu Kuan woke up.

"You seemed to be talking in your sleep just now."

"Oh? What did I say?"

"You said the name of your foster mother in the movie, Zeng Wenxiu."

Lu Kuan was shocked!

Liu Yifei was suddenly a bit shy, a bit happy, as if she had fallen into a honey pot: "And me, hehe."

"I wasn't scolding you, was I?"

"Of course not! Calling me Little Liu, Little Liu, it sounded great!"

Boss Lu frowned and recalled; this should be his muttering when he saw that huge advertisement in the CBD in his dream, right?

Unexpectedly, it was all heard by Liu Yifei who was guarding the bedside.

The seventeen-year-old girl's face suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy, wanting to ask who the last name he called, Huang Yimei, was.

But seeing him silent and recovering from a serious illness, she couldn't bear to get to the bottom of it.

Let's talk about it when he gets better.

Huang Yimei, I want to see which vixen you are!

Little Liu cursed herself twenty years later across the air in her heart, but the "vixen" of this life happened to push the door and enter.

"Lu... Director Lu, are you okay?"

Bingbing had just run over, her face flushed, her heart almost in her throat.

Fortunately, she heard at the hospital entrance that he had already woken up, otherwise she would have been worried to death.

Liu Yifei glanced at her with dissatisfaction and sat on the edge of the bed without moving.

"Bingbing, I'm fine, why did you rush over?"

Fan Bingbing scanned Liu Yifei, who was looking at her indifferently, and spoke the truth: "Several leaders at Yanda Huayi are very concerned about colleagues in the industry, so I came as a representative to visit."

"Heh."

Little Liu snorted coldly; her coquettish and charming look toward Lu Kuan turned cold as ice.

Concerned?

It would be good if they didn't kick someone when they were down.

Fortunately, the awkward atmosphere didn't last long; Zhou Xun, Feng Yuanzheng, Anita Mui, and others pushed the door in one after another.

"Little brother, what are you doing!"

Anita Mui's eyes were wet with tears, touching the wound on his forehead.

"Hey, I accidentally had a car accident, it's a small matter, it doesn't matter."

"Brother Xun, Teacher Feng, is it worth it for you to run this trip?"

Zhou Xun sat on the edge of the bed: "Are you okay? Can you have a couple of drinks?"

Liu Yifei scolded: "No, no, you have to quit smoking and drinking, the doctor said so."

Boss Lu's face darkened; you know how to falsely pass on the imperial decree, why didn't you say that women should also be quit.

Anita Mui and Zhou Xun looked at each other and smiled like aunts.

Bingbing pursed her lips tightly, feeling very bitter in her heart.

Fan Jianchuan knocked on the door and smiled foolishly: "Director Lu, this kid followed you over and refuses to leave."

Dorje's dark little face poked in, beaming with joy at Boss Lu on the bed.

You kid, it wasn't in vain that I treated you to three bottles of Future Cola!

If it wasn't for the clock running in reverse you pointed to at the end, I don't know if I could have come back!

"Come, come, come! Quick, you saved me!"

Liu Yifei asked in surprise: "How did you know?"

"You had already passed out at that time, the seat belt was stuck tight, and it was Dorje who cut it open with a sharp stone."

Lu Kuan was stunned.

In reality, he saved himself with a stone, and in the dream, he woke himself up with the clock running in reverse, plus the two sentences he said to him.

In the dark, there is a fixed number.

Some things really can't be said.

He sighed deliberately: "Brother Fan, I want to ask you for a favor."

Fan Jianchuan looked dissatisfied: "Brother, don't talk about favors; this time it was brother who harmed you, that car of mine, sigh!"

"It was driving fine before, I don't know what kind of ghost came out!"

Lu Kuan smiled: "Don't talk about this."

"Dorje saved me, the elders and villagers of Shuimo Town saved me, and I also crashed into their school wall."

"I've decided."

"All the net profits from Wenjie's 60% share in *Aftershock* will be used to donate and build school buildings in poor villages in Sichuan Province!"

"Let's start with Shuimo Town in Wuchuan!"

Fan Jianchuan himself greatly admired the young director's patriotic feelings and said excitedly: "Great!"

"What do you need me to do?"

Boss Lu said sternly: "Let's talk behind closed doors; for this kind of donation activity, if there is no supervision, very little will eventually be implemented."

"Brother Fan, your reputation and credibility are excellent, and you have good relations with all parties in Sichuan, so I want to entrust this fund to you."

"I only trust you, plus the staff of Wenjie, to truly do this work well and create a good learning environment for children like Dorje."

"I will have Blog. com cooperate to publish the expenditures for the school building donations item by item on the website, and ask the whole society to supervise, can you do it?"

Fan Jianchuan shook Boss Lu's hand heavily: "I will do my best and complete the task!"

"The movie won't be released until the end of the year, but the construction of the school buildings is urgent."

"In this way, Wenjie will advance 60 million in funds, and you, brother, take charge of this work first."

"No problem!"

Anita Mui smiled: "Count me in, I'll donate 5 million, and then go back to the Hong Kong Charity Association to prepare and find Gu Zai and the others."

Bingbing pledged 2 million, just as helping Lu Kuan repay the debt of gratitude.

Liu Yifei, Zhou Xun, Feng Yuanzheng, and others all seconded the donation; everyone's economic ability is different, but the love is the same.

Lu Kuan suddenly remembered something: "This time preparing *Aftershock*, I was very touched, given that our Sichuan Province is also on the earthquake belt."

"Brother Fan, I require every school building to meet the 8-magnitude earthquake resistance standard; if we do it, we do it the best, and if the money is not enough, I will pay more."

Fan Jianchuan hesitated: "Brother, is 8 magnitude too high? I think the intensity standard of 6 or 7 is already very high."

"I know because I build museums; the construction cost of an 8-magnitude standard school building is at least 1500 yuan per square meter, and this is still plain terrain; there is more in mountainous terrain."

"No, just go by the highest standard."

Lu Kuan sighed: "You don't know, Brother Fan, I'm a Daoist."

"*Taishang Ganying Pian* says that the retribution of good and evil follows like a shadow; I must do this thing beautifully, otherwise I will have a knot in my heart for the rest of my life."

Those around him who knew his name as a little immortal were all shocked.

Fan Jianchuan was a doer and immediately started counting on his fingers.

"The personnel density of school buildings is generally 0.75 to 0.9 people per square meter; if we follow such a high intensity, let's calculate based on a population density of 0.8!"

"A town elementary school like Shuimo Town only has 100 people, and junior high school is about the same; a school building for 200 people costs about 400,000."

"Hmm, that's about it; big schools build big, small schools build small."

"But..."

Lu Kuan smiled: "We are all our own people here, say it."

Bingbing felt a warmth in her heart.

Fan Jianchuan kindly reminded: "I also did charity in my early years, and there is one thing I must tell you, brother."

"Charity is something that fears both the public and the private; the public wants to eat, and the private wants to take."

"You build this 400,000 building, and in all aspects, it is estimated that 600,000 won't be enough."

This was said obscurely, but everyone present, except Liu Yifei who was a bit confused, understood what it meant.

"I will consider this matter and will give serious concern in public opinion to warn some people with ulterior motives."

"In addition to our Wenjie public relations department, I will also find a top foreign supervision company to sit in and cooperate with you."

In this day and age, everything is afraid of being poked out and affecting the national image, especially at the critical node of hosting the Olympic Games.

This kind of "holding foreigners to respect oneself" is also a way with no other choice.

I hope this money can be implemented to the greatest extent, and the rest can't be blamed too much.

Liu Yifei's phone suddenly rang: "It's Brother Jielun."

"Hello?"

Liu Yifei turned on the speakerphone, and the noisy sound from the opposite side rushed into their ears; everyone was startled.

Anita Mui had the most experience: "At the concert?"

Jielun's voice came from the phone: "The next song *Snail*, dedicated to my friend A-Kuan who just woke up..."

Everyone listened intently to the song, feeling incredibly warm at this moment.

Lu Kuan couldn't help but think of the magical dream that was still lingering in his heart.

Even, is that really a dream?

Am I Zhuangzi or a butterfly at this moment...

He looked at Liu Yifei, who was looking at him with rosy cheeks and a face like red cinnabar.

The latter smiled brightly at him, far from the alienation of Huang Yimei on the huge poster in the dream.

The next day, Wenjie Holdings held a grand press conference at the New Century Convention and Exhibition Center in Rongcheng.

Boss Lu, in a luxurious high-end suit, stood on the stage, looking more mature and solemn than his age after the "life-and-death catastrophe."

"Friends, good morning."

"In view of the concern from all walks of life, friends and relatives, leaders and colleagues, I am holding this press conference to provide answers and will not occupy any more public opinion resources."

The media below clicked away; Travel Channel and Wenjie Video broadcasted the whole process live.

Yesterday's life-and-death rumors were rampant, and this young director who had just won the Oscar for Best Foreign Language Film and whose *The Curious Case of Benjamin Button* was still hot in theaters was gaining momentum and receiving much attention.

"On March 6, I came to Rongcheng to visit Curator Fan Jianchuan and asked him for help in collecting props for *Aftershock*."

"Curator Fan was very enthusiastic and lent me a car to go to Shuimo Town in Wuchuan for sightseeing; I didn't expect a car accident due to some accidental reasons, fortunately, no casualties were caused."

"I am very grateful to the teachers, students, and elders of Shuimo Town Elementary School who saved me, and I also feel sorry for the damage to the teaching facilities."

"Yesterday, at the 'life-and-death' moment, I had an epiphany, and today I made an important decision!"

Reporters looked forward to it, knowing the meat of the play was coming.

"All net box office profits from Wenjie Holdings' 60% share in *Aftershock* will be used for the donation and construction of school buildings in poor areas of Wuchuan and surrounding counties and towns!"

"Given the late release date of the movie, I, as the President of Wenjie Holdings, hereby donate the first batch of 60 million RMB for initial construction."

"At the same time, the company will entrust Mr. Fan Jianchuan as the general person in charge of the 'Wenjie Hope Primary School' construction, and Ms. Anita Mui and Ms. Liu Yifei as charity ambassadors."

"Cooperating with the internationally renowned Iboson construction supervision company, as well as the exclusive detailed supervision and publicity of Blog. com, we will work together to do this thing well!"

A reporter below raised his hand to ask: "President Lu, what does Blog. com's detailed supervision and publicity mean?"

"It means the donation details of every school, including costs, construction situation, and completion acceptance, until it is put into use."

"We will invite Blog. com's editorial team to track the whole process and regularly publish information on the internet for the public to check and supervise!"

The audience burst into applause instantly!

"Good!"

"Director Lu is truly affectionate and righteous!"

"Must go see *The Curious Case of Benjamin Button* again tonight!"

The number of online viewers for Wenjie Video exceeded 5 million, but there were fewer "washing machine" comments today.

Positive energy is inspiring in any period.

Of course, Lu Chuan and others in the Yanda Huayi office mocking his virtue of seeking fame and reputation was also an ugly state shared by many public intellectuals in front of the screen.

They are keen on criticism and reflection, and don't like to see such united things.

In the following two days, Boss Lu again pretended to lead a condolence team deep into Shuimo Town, especially to the home of the Tibetan boy Dorje, to donate money and goods.

In order to do this thing, and not be suspected three years later, Boss Lu also racked his brains.

Repaying gratitude is simply an excellent excuse, and he really survived a life-and-death situation, almost didn't wake up, no one can criticize anything, or doubt his intentions.

Three years later, besides being able to protect those smiling faces like Dorje's that he had seen with his own eyes.

Privately, he could also achieve a golden body.

Zhou Jun was spitting snake letters, and he had to add buffs in all directions to protect himself.

Liu Xiaoli, her daughter, and Yang Siwei returned to Beiping first.

Liu Yifei's demeanor in front of reporters this time, and the coincidence that she happened to appear at the scene of the car accident, were not very easy to explain.

Such a young starlet who attracts a teenage fan base is relatively sensitive in terms of romantic feelings.

Lu Kuan instructed Blog. com to suppress the relevant heat; without any solid material, it gradually died down.

But the Wenjie Hope Primary School project that does good deeds is really full of presence.

Besides Wenjie, China Film and Tangshan also responded to the donation proposal, but not with such a big hand, taking out part of the profits to participate in the construction of charity primary schools.

In view of this, CCTV, *People's Daily*, *Guangming Daily*, and China Charity News Network, etc., have published and forwarded Wenjie's donation statement.

It's just that such a transparent donation process has put tremendous pressure on other institutions in the industry, and many netizens ran to the blogs of the Red Cross and other institutions to post and call for them to keep up.

He naturally knows that when a tree stands out in a forest, the wind will destroy it, and this will inadvertently offend people.

But without public means to supervise the flow of funds, this money may not be implemented, and saving lives is his biggest demand, there is no other way.

Liu Yifei left, and the vixen in her eyes naturally stayed.

"Zhou Jun?"

"What did he say?"

Fan Bingbing recounted the meeting scene that day, word for word, including the expressions of the big dogs and little dogs she secretly observed.

Lu Kuan laughed dumbly: "He is indeed suspicious of you."

He hugged the big starlet into his arms: "Are you afraid?"

"Not afraid."

Bingbing suddenly had a bit of a crying tone: "I'm afraid you'll have an accident, this time I was really scared to death!"

"Didn't you verify it just now? Everything is still the same, are you relieved now?"

"I cried as soon as I left the office, almost revealing the truth."

Bingbing let him listen to her heartbeat with his ear.

"The frequency at that time was ten times faster than now!"

Lu Kuan rarely held her face gently and pecked her on the forehead: "Don't worry, I'm a little immortal."

"Hmph, still a little immortal, what about this time?"

"Hey! Even immortals have times when they doze off."

Bingbing, who is teasing him now, might be scared to death in three years, and completely tattoo her personal worship of him into her spiritual world.

"Zhou Jun, he's quite tricky; he will continue to test you, you just watch and handle it."

"If it's irrelevant, you just do it."

Bingbing understood the meaning of the song.

"Then what about the painful and itchy ones, how to do it?"

Boss Lu laughed loudly, just liking her charming empress look.

"How much money do you make in a year, and you want to donate 2 million?"

After a long time, Bingbing let out a long breath and lay on his chest.

"They saved you, I want to repay them."

Boss Lu smiled and stroked her smooth jade back: "It's not convenient to ask you to act directly in the future; I recently gave Emperor Entertainment a script called *Protégé*, and there is a role called Fen that is quite outstanding."

"If you act well, maybe you can win the Best Supporting Actress at the Hong Kong Film Awards."

Bingbing was not as excited as he imagined, just playfully rubbed against him.

"Got it, thank you for thinking of me."

Lu Kuan didn't know what she was thinking, his warm palm stroking her silk-like hair: "Don't worry, soon."

"Hmm."

Here it was honey and oil, while Little Liu in the Beiping villa was facing her old mother's storm.

"I won't talk about how you are in private, but can you pay a little attention in public?"

"Han Shanping and those people were still there, and you were hugging Little Lu like that?"

Liu Yifei had already practiced a thick skin toward her: "I was just excited for a moment, Mom, don't be angry."

Liu Xiaoli sighed, holding her daughter's hand: "I'm not angry, I'm afraid you..."

Afraid you'll get hurt.

She looked solemn: "Your father also called, I ask you."

"Do you really like him?"

Liu Yifei blinked her clear big eyes for a few seconds and nodded with a smile.

"Then what about those women around him?"

"Handle them one by one!"

Liu Xiaoli frowned: "What?"

"Nothing, don't worry, Mom."

Liu Xiaoli stared: "How can I not worry? How can I not worry?"

"Mom doesn't want to preach to you, just tell you two things."

Little Liu raised her hand cooperatively: "Ms. Liu, I'm all ears!"

"Go, don't mess around."

Liu Xiaoli pulled her precious daughter's hand: "No matter what you say or do, pay attention to being justified."

"You want to control him, you can, but you have to have an identity."

"Without this identity, it's fine if he cooperates with you, but what if he's annoyed by you? You will look very ugly and have no self-esteem."

Liu Yifei nodded: "You mean since I'm an adult, I should let him confirm the relationship with me?"

"But he is very... very slippery! Han Shanping, Harvey, and those people can't do anything about him!"

Liu Xiaoli sneered: "That's your business, can you give up?"

"Hmph, no way."

Liu Yifei remembered that he knew how to call her name even when he was in a coma and convulsion, and felt very warm in her heart.

"What about the second one?"

Liu Xiaoli told her to put away her giggling and said word by word: "What you can't get is always the best."

"A man's driving force is nothing more than money and women, and this woman includes spiritual resonance and..."

"And sex."

She felt that her daughter was almost eighteen and should talk about these slightly sensitive topics.

"Mom means, although you are eighteen, you still have to protect yourself, don't be too casual in some aspects, understand?"

"Some things you don't cherish yourself will be very cheap in the eyes of others."

Liu Yifei nodded in a daze, and the mother and daughter chatted for a long time before separating.

For Liu Xiaoli, her daughter's booming career and mature and independent personality made her gratified, and she was very grateful to Lu Kuan for being such a leading teacher.

But in terms of feelings, she held reservations about Liu Yifei's choice.

It was just that seeing Xixi had already fallen deeply in love, they were both women, she knew that the best thing to do at this time was not to stop but to guide, to teach her self-respect and self-love.

Little Liu tossed and turned in bed, took out her phone to call but gave up, and simply turned over to get up and turn on the computer.

Open Baidu: Huang Yimei, and then clicked on Jielun's song on Baidu MP3.

The clock of the picture traveling through time

Starting to move from the opposite direction

Returning to the space-time when I loved you at the beginning

The frozen content is unfaithful

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 263 =====