Quick Travel to the Clouds

"Zhang Yihang! What are you dawdling for? Are you a tortoise? Hurry up and catch up!" A short-haired woman with a powerful aura, wearing a sequined crop top and wide-leg pants, rushed in, dragging her suitcase and calling out as she walked.

She is Zhang Man, and at this moment she is rolling her eyes at her slow-moving younger brother behind her.

She is even more vibrant and energetic in person than on screen, with a healthy tan and an aura of confidence that screams "I am the queen."

Behind her was a tall young man wearing a baseball cap, a loose T-shirt, and skateboard pants—her celebrity brother Zhang Yihang, who had "dominated half of the trending topics."

He followed at a leisurely pace, with wireless earphones in his ears. He simply waved lazily at his sister's urging and gave her a slightly smug smile: "What's the rush, sis? It's a variety show, enjoy the process, not rushing to a gig!"

The siblings, one still and one active, one hurried and one slow, create a striking contrast.

"Hey, Yunshuang, Yunchu! You're here early?" Zhang Man, with her sharp eyes, immediately waved with a bright smile. Her expression of "disdain" for her younger brother instantly switched to social mode, her quick change of expression a model of variety show humor.

Zhang Yihang also put away his usual nonchalant attitude and nodded to his sister and the Luo sisters. Although it was just a simple greeting, his every move exuded star quality.

Immediately afterwards, another pair of siblings arrived.

Li Siqi wore a simple yet well-tailored dress, exuding a gentle and graceful temperament, with a serene smile on her face.

The man next to her is her brother, Li Wenkai.

He was quieter than I had imagined, wearing black-rimmed glasses, a cotton-linen shirt and casual pants, and seemed to carry a mixed scent of paint and turpentine, exuding the introverted and detached air of an artist.

He followed his sister, curiously looking around at his surroundings, and seemed a little reserved when the camera came up to him.

"Sister Siqi, Brother Wenkai." Yun Chu greeted them with a smile along with Yun Shuang.

Li Siqi responded softly, while Li Wenkai simply smiled and nodded in acknowledgment, his gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on the easel not far away for a few more glances.

Just as everyone was exchanging pleasantries and the atmosphere was getting warmer, the light at the entrance of the courtyard seemed to freeze for a moment by something invisible.

Everyone's attention was unconsciously drawn to it.

The two walked side by side, their figures almost identical, tall and slender, like two carefully trimmed pine silhouettes.

They are the twin brothers Bai Muyuan and Bai Muze.

They wore similar casual outfits, but were subtly distinguished by color and details—one in a cool-toned dark blue, and the other in a gentle light gray.

The sunlight outlined their deep and three-dimensional features, their overly exquisite faces like fine white jade carvings, their eyebrows and eyes like paintings, their noses high and straight, their thin lips with a faint curve.

What's even more amazing is that, despite their almost identical appearances, their temperaments are subtly different: Bai Muyuan's eyes are calm and aloof, as if he is observing the world through glass;

Bai Muze's lips held a natural warmth, and his gaze was gentle.

Without a word, the two's stunning good looks, like they were under a spotlight, instantly captured everyone's attention, leaving even the usually cheerful Zhang Man speechless for a moment.

"Hello." Bai Muze, who had a gentler demeanor, spoke first, his voice like a clear spring flowing over rocks, accompanied by a perfectly polite smile.

Bai Muyuan followed closely behind, nodding slightly and glancing at everyone with his cool gaze as a greeting.

At this moment, four groups of brothers and sisters with distinct styles have gathered in the small courtyard:

The Zhang siblings, bright and outspoken; the elegant and gentle artist siblings; the aloof and mysterious twins; and the Luo family's seemingly gentle and quiet sisters.

The air was thick with a mixture of emotions: excitement, anticipation, scrutiny, curiosity, and a barely perceptible tension. These emotions intertwined to form the prelude to the variety show "The Palm and the Back of the Hand".

With all four groups of brothers and sisters present, the director clapped his hands, marking the official start of the recording of "The Palm and the Back of the Hand".

Staff quickly cleared the area, leaving only fixed camera positions and a few patrolling camera operators.

The sunlight seemed to grow stronger, carrying the scent of the sea, scorching the freshness and tentativeness in the air.

"Welcome everyone to Qingdao! The first stop of 'The Palm and the Back of the Hand'!" The executive PD's voice rang out through the loudspeaker, his tone full of energy.

"Before we officially begin our family life, let's warm up a bit, get to know each other's closest 'siblings,' and see how much of our childhood memories we still have... Let's begin our first task—'Childhood keepsakes'!"

The assistants quickly pushed out a small cart covered with a cloth.

The blanket was lifted, revealing a collection of vintage childhood toys neatly arranged inside—tin frogs, dolls, plastic building blocks, wooden tops, wind-up cars… a dazzling array that instantly evoked many memories.

"Each group of guests has three minutes to independently find the toy that best represents their shared childhood memories, or that left the deepest impression on them, or that has the most story behind it."

The rules are simple and clear: "Then, each group will tell the story behind the toy. Finally, our staff will randomly score the groups, and the scores will determine the order in which they choose their rooms later!"

The Luo sisters:

Yunshuang picked up a small plastic piano model almost immediately. It was only the size of a palm, and the keys could still play a few simple notes.

Her eyes softened instantly: "This one! Definitely this one! Do you remember, Chu Chu? When we were little and learning piano, Dad thought real pianos were too expensive, so he bought us this little one to play with first. You were so bossy, insisting that the blue hammer was yours and the pink one was mine..."

"Sister!" Yun Chu interrupted, both embarrassed and anxious, her face flushed with girlish shyness. She couldn't help but pick up the small piano as well, her fingertips gently tracing the faded plastic. "You clearly remembered it wrong! You insisted on exchanging it with me because you thought blue was nicer! And you kept bothering Mom for days because of this..."

The two sisters smiled at each other, those childhood moments of bickering and arguing seemed like yesterday. Yun Chu lowered her head and fiddled with the small keys on the piano.

The Zhang siblings:

Zhang Man frantically rummaged through the pile of toys, her target clear: "Where's that? Where's that plastic sword? Ah! Found it!"

She held up a chipped plastic sword and waved it triumphantly at Zhang Yihang. "Look, back in the day, I, 'Heroine Zhang,' used this to 'uphold justice' and beat up the 'chubby kid' from the next class who stole your comic book. Do you remember?"

Zhang Yihang leaned lazily to one side, arms crossed, baseball cap pulled low, and said languidly, "I remember, how could I not remember? My 'hero' sister. But the price was that her parents came to our door, and you got scolded by our mom for an hour."

He glanced at the "weapon" in his sister's hand, a wicked smile playing on his lips. The way these siblings interacted was full of the lively, "love-hate" dynamic.