She left quietly without taking a single autograph. Silence was Zhou Yiyang tonight.

As I walked out of the high-speed rail station, I heard the familiar yet unfamiliar local accent.

Although to outsiders, the dialects of the entire Sichuan province sound the same.

But for Zhou Yiyang, he can still hear the differences between local dialects.

Before crossing over, he was born on this land.

Of course, it’s not Chengdu, but an even more unknown small county town in an unknown prefecture-level city.

It is a county town that cannot be reached by train and can only be reached by bus.

Zhou Yiyang straightened his clothes. The winter in Chengdu was not too cold, but he even felt like he was about to sweat.

I took a taxi to the bus station and finally bought a bus to the county town.

Zhou Yiyang felt a little nervous as he was squeezed in a bus station that was far less bright than a train station with a group of strangers carrying large and small bags.

He wondered, if he returned to his hometown, would he be able to find the welfare home where he once lived?

Is there a parallel version of him there?

All the unknowns made him both excited and afraid.

"Boy, get in the car!"

The uncle next door kindly reminded us: "It's so late, ours is the only bus."

"Thank you." Zhou Yiyang took out the wrinkled ticket from his trouser pocket and handed it to the sullen-faced ticket inspector.

The seats on the bus were all random, and when Zhou Yiyang got on the bus, the only seat left for him was in the last row.

On the bus, there are college students wearing headphones who don’t want to talk to the world, young couples hugging each other affectionately, old men carrying snakeskin bags, and old ladies taking off their shoes and playing music.

The only thing they have in common is probably their eagerness to return home!

Everything is so familiar.

If he hadn't still been able to see his designer suit, he would have suspected that he had put it on again.

A two-hour drive is neither long nor short.

It was still the uncle who called him:

"This boy is amazing. He can even fall asleep with his eyes open!"

"Sorry," Zhou Yiyang quickly stood up: "I'm too tired."

The station seemed a little more shabby than he had remembered.

The station entrance is full of taxis and tricycles picking up passengers.

Yes, in their county, human-powered tricycles have not yet become extinct.

"Go to the welfare home." Zhou Yiyang got into a taxi that he volunteered for.

However, the driver did not step on the accelerator, but looked at him with a strange light in his eyes:

"What?"

"Orphanage."

"We've never had any orphanages here!"

Zhou Yiyang got off the bus dejectedly. Holding the latest Chanel bag, he stood in front of the busy bus station, looking like a fool.

"That's fine." He laughed to himself, "It seems like there really isn't a me in this world anymore."

He breathed a sigh of relief. All he had to do was to live well in this real world.

After booking the best hotel in the county, Zhou Yiyang also ordered a table of food.

A closer look at everything here revealed subtle differences from his memory.

For example, there are many people selling Yue Shao’s posters on the street.

Unfortunately, no one recognized him. It seems that he is not on the show enough.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Zhou Yiyang, like most people in China, sat in front of the TV and watched this year's Spring Festival Gala on time.

The opening show was a duet between Ling Hu, Feng Duoduo, and two folk singers. The atmosphere was quite cheerful.

Zhou Yiyang suspected that this might be the reason why "The Legend of Yunlong" was not completed.

"Brother Yang," Tang Yue tagged him in the WeChat group: "Are you watching the Spring Festival Gala?"

"Yes." Zhou Yiyang thought about it and took a photo and sent it over.

"Wow!" Su Yin was very excited. She was lying on the sofa, no, it should be on Ye Kongqing's thigh. Ye Kongqing was gently picking up the cut fruit with a toothpick and passing it to Su Yin's mouth: "Sweet! Brother Yang, you are staying in a hotel!"

"Yeah." Zhou Yiyang felt happy for some reason when he heard the voice message from Su Yin. "What are you all doing at home?"

"Playing mahjong!" Wang Xingrui also popped up: "We just had New Year's Eve dinner, and my brother keeps thinking about winning money from me. It's driving me crazy!"

Lin Xuan'er sat in front of the TV with a few of her cousins, her mother's voice pacing her uncle. As expected of a politics teacher, she never forgot her roots. "I was checking Weibo while watching TV, and they all asked me why I wasn't on the Spring Festival Gala! I thought, if we were on the Gala, wouldn't we be constantly criticized?"

"If we have a chance, we should have dreams, right?" Zhou Yiyang said cheerfully, "With me here, who would complain about you?"