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In the car.

Jia Buxiu, gripping the steering wheel, teased Song Beiyou, "Hey, Beiyou, won't Master Duan have his eye on this if I suddenly pick you up like this?"

Song Beiyou found the most comfortable sitting position for herself. "Why bring him up? He's away on a business trip."

It would be perfect to take advantage of his business trip and go back to Qingshuihe.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have dragged on for so many days; Duan Yao might have followed along.

Today is the best time; Duan Yao is on a business trip, having deliberately avoided the harsh winter and strict conditions.

"Oh my!" Jia Buxiu, the clever little devil, seized on the words. "Goodness, how did you know that he went on a business trip?"

People wouldn't believe there's no connection between them, right?

Right, Yuu?

Song Beiyou was speechless, unsure how to respond to Jia Buxiu.

He reclined the passenger seat and started taking a nap.

Jia Buxiu saw through it but didn't say anything. Having known Song Beiyou for so many years, how could he not see that she actually had feelings for Duan Yao?

Otherwise, given her personality, she would never casually mention a man's name.

I would never stay at his house in a critical moment.

Hey!

good thing.

In Jia Buxiu's view, Song Beiyou's bizarre and bumpy identity really needed a man with the courage and determination of Duan Yao to protect her.

Feeling great, I continued to press the accelerator.

I prayed in my heart that what I wanted would come true.

Song Beiyou turned his head toward the window, thinking about what Jia Buxiu had just said, and slowly closed his eyes.

The road to Qingshuihe is not far, only about an hour.

That is, the time it took Song Beiyou to take a nap.

Upon hearing Jia Buxiu's announcement of "We've arrived," Song Beiyou immediately opened his eyes and adjusted his seat.

The words "Qingshuihe Mental Health Sanatorium" are prominently displayed on the windshield of the car.

It's only been two months since I left, but the feeling of returning is still familiar.

The sanatorium gate automatically recognized Jia Buxiu's vehicle and opened the gate.

Upon entering, rows of pine and cypress trees stand on both sides of the main road.

There are two tightly packed, white buildings on either side, and the people living in these two buildings are indeed patients with mental illnesses.

However, their destination was not there; they continued walking towards the end of the main road.

Once you step inside, you realize how incredibly large it is.

At the end of the main road was another gate, very large, without a sign.

Upon seeing Jia Buxiu's car arrive, the gatekeeper hurriedly ran out to open the gate.

Then, he blocked their car, grinning with a mouthful of yellow teeth stained with tea and tobacco, and a friendly smile on his face.

The car window rolled down at that moment, and Song Beiyou poked his head out, "Uncle Liu."

Uncle Liu is mute and can't speak. When he's happy, he can only grin and dance with excitement.

At this moment, upon seeing Song Beiyou, he was so excited that his hands and feet trembled.

Song Beiyou gave him a knowing smile, reached into his bag, and pulled out a bag of grape-flavored snacks. Knowing that he liked them, she had brought them especially for him.

She handed it over, saying, "Candy is delicious, but you can't eat too much."

Uncle Liu was even happier. He took the candy and waved it inside, signaling her to go in quickly.

The car moved forward again.

Passing by a tranquil lake, a short stretch of lush, verdant woods that shouldn't be there this season, and a small zoo housing many exotic animals...

Finally, we stopped in front of a rather grand pink building.

You read that right, it's pink!

The building was originally white, but after Song Beiyou came that year, a few old guys had it painted pink on a whim.

And that's how it's remained for so many years.

It is renovated once a year.

Song Beiyou got off the car with Jia Buxiu.

The two of them looked up at the building in front of them as they got out of the car.

Jia Buxiu: "Oh, it's been renovated again?"

These old guys must have missed you so much these past two months while you were gone.

Song Beiyou hummed in agreement, feeling an unusual warmth in his heart.

When the Song family sent him here, he should have been sent to one of the two real mental hospital buildings at the entrance.

It was Jia Xiuping, who was passing by, who took pity on her and inquired about her plight, thus saving her from suffering.

“Go inside,” she said.

Although her tone was calm, Jia Buxiu could hear the expectation in her voice.

"Alright!" Jia Buxiu replied, then called out again, "You're back! Youyou's back!"

Jia Buxiu always had a loud voice, and he thought that if he shouted like that, everyone inside would definitely run out immediately.

Song Beiyou thought the same thing.

However, it was not what they had imagined.

Not only did no one come out, but it was also unusually quiet inside.

The two continued walking inside. Normally, upon entering, one would see several people sitting in the living room playing chess, chatting, and watching TV.

There wasn't one today either.

The two of them paused for a moment, then looked at each other.

Just then, a commotion was heard from the restaurant area.

Jia Buxiu shuddered and whispered, "Could it be that kidnappers came and abducted them?"

Song Beiyou shook his head, "No."

She didn't sense any danger whatsoever.

Despite saying that, she still felt a little worried and walked step by step toward the restaurant.

Jia Buxiu followed closely behind.

As they approached the restaurant, Song Beiyou sensed that the atmosphere was becoming increasingly strange.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, a sense of vigilance rising within her.

Just as she was staring intently at the balcony next to the restaurant, two people suddenly ran out of the storage room next to her.

"Surprise!"

At the same time, there were also cannon salutes, which frightened Jia Buxiu so much that he grimaced and clung to Song Beiyou's arm.

"What are you doing? Are you celebrating the New Year early?!"

Song Beiyou looked closely and saw that they were all holding up signs that read "Happy Birthday".

Jia Xiuping and Ji Anzhi, the two most off-key singers in Qingshuihe, sang "Happy Birthday to You, Happy Birthday to Youyou..."

Song Beiyou's birthday is in two days, but they celebrated it early because they were afraid she would only be back for one day before going to class in the capital.

"You guys..." Song Beiyou was flattered, unable to hide the smile on his lips.

Before I could say anything more, a tall figure carrying a cake walked through the sliding door of the balcony.

Song Beiyou looked again and couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh my god!"

It's Duan Yao!

Good heavens, what brings this guy here?

ha?

Who can tell her?

He subconsciously looked at Jia Buxiu.

Jia Buxiu shook his head vigorously, "It wasn't me!"

I don't!

I know nothing!

I was startled by the cannon salute too!

Helpless, Song Beiyou turned around and Duan Yao was already in front of her.

The cake, brimming with girlish charm, is decorated with candles bearing the number "20".

"Happy birthday!" Duan Yao glanced at the cake, then looked at Song Beiyou. "Make a wish."

Last time at Jinxiu Villa, she celebrated his birthday early with him; this time, it was his turn to celebrate with her early.

Although Song Beiyou had doubts, he still did as instructed, holding his hands together, closing his eyes to make a wish, and blowing out the candles.

Applause and cheers erupted from the audience.

Song Beiyou smiled brightly, "Thank you."

After the noise stopped, Song Beiyou gestured for Jia Buxiu to cut the cake, then looked up and asked Duan Yao, "Why are you here?"

The voice that asked the question was not loud, but the Gu master Long Po ran out from the crowd and said, "I asked Lao Jia to inform him that he is here."

You, aren't you here to cure the Crimson Blood Gu?

This curse is easy to cure; all you need is a man.

Duan Yao is strong and robust; he's the perfect person for the job.