Ten diligent days: the fields are still

Jingle Bell--

The sixth wind chime rang.

In the dance studio, Zhuo Yuan was practicing dance in front of the mirror with great concentration. His movements were smooth, and each one was full of power and rhythm.

The classroom door was gently pushed open and Qingtian walked in.

Zhuo Yuan stopped and looked towards the door. A girl was holding a card and said to him with a smile, "Hello, I want to sign up for dance lessons."

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel, walked up to Qingtian, and asked with a smile, "No problem. What kind of dance do you want to learn? Do you have any dance skills?"

Qingtian shook her head and said, "I have never learned to dance, but I like it very much."

"Then show me a simple dance move first, so I can understand your situation."

Qingtian hesitated for a moment, then imitated Li Hao and twisted his body twice.

Zhuo Yuan's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He suppressed his laughter and said, "Well...it's okay. I can put you in a beginner class and let you learn slowly. Dancing is all about practice. As long as you do the basic moves correctly, you'll be fine."

The leg stretching process may be painful for beginners, but Qingtian always smiled and did not complain at all.

Zhuo Yuan asked her curiously, "Why are you always smiling? Doesn't it hurt?"

Sunny replied, "Nice to see you."

It turns out that learning to dance is not an easy thing, and dancing well is even more difficult.

After an intense training session, Qingtian was so tired that he lay on the ground gasping for breath.

The boy’s persistence is not understood by everyone, but time will always give the answer.

After a while, Qingtian slowly got up from the ground and said to Zhuo Yuan, "Teacher, thank you for your guidance. We will see you again."

Jingle Bell--

Zhao Xiaotong, who is alone in a foreign country, has been able to thrive in his life abroad thanks to his decathlon.

At the same time, Qingtian treated the hotel as his home and went to the kitchen to visit Zhao Xiaotong almost every day.

Zhao Xiaotong would always block her at the kitchen door, reaching out to block her way and saying sternly, "The kitchen is very dangerous, children, don't come in."

Qingtian didn't care about Zhao Xiaotong's obstruction. She asked curiously, "What are you cooking today?"

Zhao Xiaotong replied, "Just some home-cooked dishes." After that, he took Qingtian to the small garden behind the hotel and handed her over to the manager.

Despite this, Sunny still comes to the kitchen every day.

As time went by, Zhao Xiaotong gradually got used to the existence of sunny days and did what he was supposed to do.

Qingtian was also very accustomed to Zhao Xiaotong's slight sense of alienation. She came and went freely, completely unaffected.

In this way, the two people do not interfere with each other.

One day, Zhao Xiaotong was busy in the kitchen as usual when he suddenly noticed that Qingtian was nowhere to be seen at the door. This made him curious, so he couldn't help but ask the manager, "Did the little girl leave?"

The manager smiled and pointed to a big tree not far away and said, "Isn't that it?"

Zhao Xiaotong looked over and saw Qingtian smiling brightly at him. "I'm looking forward to seeing you again."

Jingle Bell--

The night before leaving home, He Haonan stared at his name in a daze. He didn't know if his decision was right, but he just wanted to go out and try his luck.

Going downstairs, my father, mother and sister were talking to relatives in the living room, and a little girl was sitting obediently on her sister's lap.

"Sunny..." He read the English words on the girl's clothes.

Unexpectedly, the girl raised her head and looked straight at him.

"Come down." The parents expressed He Haonan's thoughts to their relatives with serious expressions.

The relative didn't know what to say, so he just said, "The child has grown up and has his own ideas. It's enough for parents to support him."

Sunny muttered, "I think it's fine."

"Oh?" He Haonan asked her, "What do you mean?"

Qingtian replied, "If I don't go out, how can I meet the right person?"

He Haonan had no such idea at all. He just wanted to go out and try his luck to see if he could make a name for himself.

He has just reached adulthood and is in the prime of his life.

"Go if you want to. Home is always here. You can come back at worst."

He Haonan's eyes were a little red.

The young man was full of ambition at that time, and only his actions could reveal his true spirit.

Qingtian stood up and walked to He Haonan, "I believe you, we will meet again."

Jingle Bell--

Before Yuan Lai could see the decoration details of the house, the wind chimes started shaking again.

In the spacious training room, Chen Shaoxi kept practicing, punching, blocking, kicking, and flipping, over and over again, his T-shirt soaked with sweat.

"Pay attention to where you're applying force! Maintain your form!"

"One, two, three, let's go!"

The sparring partner held various protective gear and competed with Chen Shaoxi.

On a sunny day, I leaned against the window and watched attentively.

Yuan Lai was distressed by what he saw.

Meng Meiyi lit a stick of incense and placed it under Yuan Lai's nose. "You're too excited. If you wake up in a moment, all your efforts will be wasted."

Yuan Lai didn't expect that there was a way to wake up from a dream?

"So when should I wake up?"

"Wait until Su Deyi finds us." Meng Mei smiled mysteriously.

Yuan Lai was deeply skeptical about this.

I have little education, don't lie to me.

It is a sign of strength that Su Deyi was able to find them in such a complicated Mengyun Villa.

Chen Shaoxi sat aside to rest and opened his phone to check the messages in the group.

I turned around suddenly and was shocked to see a face reflected in the glass.

"Who are you? You're scaring people by leaning on the window!"

Qingtian turned around and walked into the room and stood in front of Chen Shaoxi.

"Are you tired?" she asked.

Although you lose your horse in the morning, it is never too late to gain success in your evening.

Chen Shaoxi took a few sips of water and said, "I'm not tired. Whose child are you?"

Just like before, Qingtian automatically ignored Chen Shaoxi's question and said, "I think this movie will be great."

"..." Chen Shaoxi was completely baffled. He stood up and pushed Qingtian out of the training room. "There are so many equipment here, kid, get out now. I'll hurt you again."

Qingtian didn't resist and let herself go back to the corridor. She clung to the door and said to Chen Shaoxi, "You will see me again."

Jingle Bell--

As the last wind chime rang, Yuan Lai was unconsciously pulled into a recording studio.

Several teenagers were recording songs seriously.

Wang Yiheng casually mentioned his recent events, "Let me tell you, I auditioned for a variety show, but I didn't make it."

My companion asked, "What variety show?"

"Farmers."

"What?" His companion thought he had misheard. "You want to go farming? Who still wants to farm these days? It's so tiring."

Wang Yiheng sighed, "She didn't like me."

Qingtian sat up from the sofa and looked around in confusion. When she saw Wang Yiheng, her eyes lit up.

Wang Yiheng noticed Qingtian and said, "You brought your child with you to the recording. You are such a good father."

The companion almost spit out the water he had just drunk. "Don't talk nonsense, this is my niece."

Qingtian walked up to Wang Yiheng and touched the edge of the guitar under his nervous gaze. "You sing really well."

"Thank you." Of course he was happy to be praised, although Wang Yiheng felt weird.

"Why not try again?" asked Qingtian.

Wang Yiheng looked at Qingtian in shock. "How come I already bought the plane ticket? I plan to go again tomorrow. If it doesn't work out, forget it."

If failure is inevitable, then optimism may be an opportunity.

Sunny said to him with certainty, "We'll see each other again."

Meng Meiyi pulled Yuan Lai out of the dream and sat on the bench in the multi-purpose hall.

"After watching it, what do you feel?"

Yuan Lai rubbed his slightly dry eyes and said, "If we say goodbye, we will definitely see each other again."

Meng Meng smiled and took out a photo album from the multi-layered table.

Above are all the photos taken when Yuan Lai was still a cat.

Yuan Lai had just looked at a few pictures, and before she could fall into her memories, she felt her body suddenly sinking, and the feeling of weightlessness woke her up from her dream.

But why was she in Song Qiyuan's office at Xingyao Entertainment?

"Dong dong dong" the knock on the door sounded.

Ren Xiaofei walked in with two folders.

"Mr. Yuan, these are the investment projects submitted. One has been fully approved, and the other is pending review. I'll bring them over for you to take a look."

Yuan Lai was confused and surprised. He opened the first file, which was the planning and preparation for the third season of a popular variety show. There were signatures everywhere at the bottom.

Opening the second file, the three big words "Let's Farm" come into view.

Director Yang detailed the variety show's positioning and goals in a multi-thousand-word proposal, truly worthy of being a published scholar. The signature section was blank, suggesting the others weren't optimistic about the project at all.

Yuan Lai picked up the pen on the table and suddenly felt that it looked familiar. She had seen this pen before.

Yuan Lai's fingers were shaking when he signed his name.

"Mr. Yuan, Liangshang Video declined. The Farming Project has been taken over by another platform."

An expected fact.

Yuan Lai felt a tightness in his chest and couldn't help but go downstairs for a walk.

A little girl was standing in the lobby on the first floor of the company, talking to the receptionist. Yuan Lai turned around to see her clearly, "Sunny day?"

Qingtian was also surprised to see Yuan Lai, "I was just about to go up to find you."

It was unclear whether she had entered Qingtian's dream, or Qingtian had entered hers. In short, the two of them traveled thousands of miles to a place where there was nothing.

"Do you remember the first time we met?"

"The first time? I've already forgotten."

"But I remember you. When I first opened my eyes and hadn't seen the world clearly, I saw the worry in your eyes."

"Oh, I remember, I'm a cat."

The photo in front of her was frozen at a meeting between her and Qingtian, and the photo was taken by Li Hao.

Yuan Lai couldn't help but wet her eyes. How could she forget?

Regarding dreams, efforts, determination, courage, goals, persistence, independence, choices, spirit, and optimism, Yuan Lai witnessed the journey of ten people, from a blank slate to their intersection, from strangers to acquaintances, and then to meeting each other in four seasons.

I see the face of an old friend facing the wind, but I can no longer see the thousand-foot-high Nanshan Mountain.

We will meet again when we are supposed to meet, right?

Mo Jingxin stood outside the Huai Mansion and watched as one of the bright green vines withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She waited for a moment, picked the dry vines from the locust tree, and threw them into the brazier prepared nearby.

The soft vines quickly turned into ashes in the fire.

The sea spirit fish smelled the scent and gathered in groups, eating up all the ashes.

The flames devoured their bodies, but no spirit fish retreated, willingly throwing themselves into the flames like moths.

Waves rose in the sea, like wind blowing.

The locust flowers are falling and floating all over the sea.

Mo Jingxin stood on the treetop, his heart hanging in the air, as if a stone had fallen to the ground. "Finally, the dust has settled."

Somehow, a piece of locust flowers broke free from the sea of ​​​​ripples, floated in the air, and floated all the way to Xintang Village, and landed at the door of a room.

At four o'clock in the morning, the lights in Xintang Village came on one after another, and a busy new day began.

Jiang Qingtian was disturbed in her sleep and slowly opened her eyes. She turned to Zhou Qingran and said, "Mom, I dreamed of a lamb."

Zhou Qingran, who was looking at his phone, freed a hand and patted her back, "Really?"

Jiang Qingtian nodded vigorously, "Besides, it even talked to me."

Zhou Qingran asked, "What did it say to you?"

"It said," Jiang Qingtian looked out the window, "tomorrow will definitely be a sunny day."