The next day, Song Mianfeng woke up naturally and didn’t rush to get out of bed. He lay there for a while, scrolling through Weibo.

The trending topics #PhoenixflyingOffline#, #FuQingshanZhouYang#, #PhoenixZhouYang#, #ZhouYangReborn# were all linked together. Fans went from Fu Qingshan’s Weibo to Phoenix’s official account, then to Zhou Yang’s Weibo, leaving comments and engaging in arguments, creating a lively atmosphere.

The topics #XiaChunjian Wraps#, and #XiaChunjian Gentle and Virtuous# that were barely in the top ten of trending topics seemed somewhat dull.

Song Mianfeng followed the trail and did some research on the trending topics.

The day before, the crew of “Phoenix flying” started filming, officially announcing the main cast. Marketing accounts dug up Zhou Yang’s dark past, stirring up old stories just for the sake of excitement. It wasn’t that these marketing accounts had issues with Zhou Yang; rather, Zhou Yang had always been controversial. Now that he was making a comeback, it naturally became a major talking point.

Zhou Yang was once popular, but although he had kept a low profile in recent years, he never truly left the entertainment industry. So, his fans still had considerable influence. They clashed with marketing accounts, vigorously promoting hashtags and pushing Zhou Yang to the top of the trending list.

The observant netizens also didn’t sit idle. Not only did they thoroughly expose Zhou Yang’s dark past, but they also revealed that Zhou Yang and Fu Qingshan were roommates.

Actually, this wasn’t a secret at all. Years ago, Fu Qingshan and Zhou Yang had openly discussed their friendship on variety shows. Some people even posted clips of their interviews, giving rise to the topic of #FuQingshanZhouYang#.

Fu Qingshan’s fans couldn’t sit still either. They jumped into the fray, discussing the issues of “riding the wave” and “courting popularity,” sparking conflicts with Zhou Yang’s fans.

There were also some rational fans trying to control the situation, but the discussions were still chaotic, filled with sharp words and bitter arguments, which left Song Mianfeng feeling somewhat distressed.

Fu Qingshan and Zhou Yang did indeed have a good relationship. When Zhou Yang was popular, he helped Fu Qingshan, and after Fu Qingshan became famous, he returned the favor. At that time, the two were even jokingly referred to as the “S Drama Duo”… However, these things had long been forgotten by the public, including Zhou Yang, who had been forgotten by the masses.

As he was lost in his thoughts, a WeChat message popped up on his phone. Song Mianfeng clicked on it and saw a “Good morning” from Lu Yin Zhen, which lifted his mood slightly.

[Leisurely listening to the wind sleep: Good morning.]

[Longevity: Are you home?]

[Leisurely listening to the wind sleep: Still lying in bed, scrolling through Weibo.]

[Leisurely listening to the wind sleep: Just woke up?]

[Longevity: Yeah…]

[Longevity: Accidentally overslept.]

[Leisurely listening to the wind sleep: Taking the day off today?]

[Longevity: Yes.]

[Leisurely listening to the wind sleep: That’s good, rest well.]

[Leisurely listening to the wind sleep: I’m getting up now, let’s chat later.]

[Longevity: Okay.]

[Longevity: Remember to have breakfast.]

[Leisurely listening to the wind sleep: Yeah, you too.]

Perhaps the people you like carry a magical power to drive away unhappiness. Just a few casual chats, and Song Mianfeng’s mood improved significantly.

He got up, freshened up, changed his clothes, and went out for breakfast. He even took a picture of his meal and sent it to Lu Yin Zhen.

He was having Eight Treasures Porridge and Red Bean Cake. Lu Yin Zhen replied with a simple “Good.”

Biting into the Red Bean Cake, sweetness filled his heart.

When he arrived at his parents’ house, it was exactly 11 o’clock. Song Zhanyue had arrived earlier and was sitting on the sofa, playing with her phone.

On the other side of the sofa, Song Shaochen was reading a newspaper.

“Hi, Dad,” Song Mianfeng greeted, placing the fruits on the coffee table, then carrying the cold dishes into the kitchen. “Mom, do you need any help?”

Su Jieyi was slicing potatoes, not even bothering to lift her head. “We’ll have pork rib hotpot for lunch. If you want to help, peel and slice the winter melon thinly.”

Song Mianfeng took a plate for the cold dishes and rolled up his sleeves, starting to peel the winter melon.

Su Jieyi finished slicing the potatoes, put them in a bowl, and soaked them in water, then casually chatted with him. “Been busy with work lately?”

“It’s been okay. It was quite busy recently.”

“And Yin Zhen?”

“He’s busy too.” Song Mianfeng paused and added, “He’s even busier than me.”

Su Jieyi hesitated as she prepared the hollow heart vegetable, “What about you two now…?”

Song Mianfeng smiled, “The tea and pastries that Zhanyue brought back were bought by him.”

“Hmm?” Su Jieyi didn’t quite catch on.

“We bumped into each other yesterday and went shopping together. We picked out things together, and he paid for them.”

Su Jieyi chuckled, “You, this child, how could you let Yin Zhen pay?”

Song Mianfeng rinsed the peeled winter melon with water and wiped the juice off the knife, then replied, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Anyway, sooner or later, we’ll be family.”

Su Jieyi gave him a knowing smile, “You two, have you…?”

“Not yet.” Song Mianfeng smoothly sliced a thin piece of winter melon from the blade, his movements neat and beautiful. “I’ll pick a good day and confess to him. Then we’ll be together.”

Though Song Mianfeng sounded like he was joking, he was also quite serious. Su Jieyi stared at him for a moment before finally asking, “Do you like him?”

The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board was quick and crisp, without any pause or hesitation in the chopping. The person chopping didn’t hesitate and replied, “Yes, I do.”

Su Jieyi chuckled. “Then you should pick another auspicious day and invite him over for dinner.”

After preparing the ingredients, Song Mianfeng moved the induction cooker to the center of the dining table and plugged it in. Song Zhanyue, who seemed to be chatting happily with someone on her phone, had a bright smile on her face, indicating that she was in a good mood.

Glancing at her phone screen, Song Mianfeng raised an eyebrow. “Who are you chatting with?”

“Huh?” Song Zhanyue pressed the lock button and pocketed her phone. “The new neighbor who moved in next door.”

“I only found out yesterday that he’s also a fan of ‘Night of the Hundred Demons.'” Song Zhanyue followed him into the kitchen to help with the dishes. “He invited me to watch ‘Nineteenth Floor’ together this afternoon.”

“Is he a guy or a girl?”

“A guy.” Saying this, Song Zhanyue hesitated a bit.

While she could hide in her brother’s arms when she was scared of watching horror movies, what should she do if she got scared with someone else?

Song Mianfeng sensed something unusual. “Didn’t you watch it yesterday?”

“Watching it once isn’t enough.” Song Zhanyue said seriously.

Song Mianfeng retorted, “You were scared to death after watching it once. Will you be able to sleep if you watch it multiple times?”

Song Zhanyue fell silent.

She couldn’t sleep after watching it once, and last night she chatted with the neighbor until two or three in the morning before she could finally fall asleep out of exhaustion.

Song Mianfeng chuckled. “Have you made plans? What time should I take you there?”

Only then did Song Zhanyue smile. “Not yet, I haven’t decided whether to go or not.”

“If you want to go, just go.” Song Mianfeng brought out the spare rib hot pot and placed it on the induction cooker. “I’ll reimburse you for the movie ticket.”

Su Jieyi came out with the dishes and asked, “What movie are you watching this time?”

Sitting down at the table, Song Shaochen asked the latter half of the question, “Who are you going with?”

Song Mianfeng answered for her, “She wants to watch ‘Nineteenth Floor’ again and is going with her neighbor.”

Su Jieyi had met Song Zhanyue’s new neighbor when she last visited. He was a tall and slender man, wearing a white T-shirt with a loose white shirt over it and jeans, a simple and clean outfit.

“That sounds good.” Su Jieyi agreed readily. “Will you be back for dinner tonight?”

Initially, Song Zhanyue hadn’t decided yet, but after being asked this, she made up her mind. “Not sure.”

Song Shaochen served himself a bowl of soup and made a reasonable suggestion. “You can have dinner outside with your neighbor.”

Song Zhanyue didn’t notice anything amiss and simply said, “Okay, let’s see how it goes. If we finish watching the movie early, I’ll come back; if it’s late, I’ll have dinner with him and then come home.”

Song Mianfeng took a sip of soup, hiding the smile on his lips.

His silly little sister completely failed to notice their parents’ subtle attempts at matchmaking.

Thinking about it, he decided to observe this neighbor who had come knocking on their door. If the guy seemed decent in terms of appearance, personality, and character, he wouldn’t mind giving him a push from behind. But if not, he’d find a way to discourage him.

After dinner, Song Zhanyue texted her neighbor to confirm the movie time, then went back to her room to touch up her makeup before sluggishly grabbing her bag, ready to leave.

Song Mianfeng drove her there. When they arrived downstairs at the cinema, Song Zhanyue signaled him to stop the car. She then rolled down the window and waved to the person standing not far away. “Mukuzanglin.”

Song Mianfeng parked the car to the side, and Song Zhanyue got out. The man also walked over.

He was a young man wearing a white T-shirt and a loose casual white shirt over it, paired with jeans, a simple and clean outfit.

Song Mianfeng quietly assessed him, his gaze sweeping over the light-colored pattern on the rolled-up cuffs of his shirt, and raised an eyebrow slightly. His taste in clothes was good, and his family background seemed decent.

The man’s appearance could only be considered delicate, but it was a very pleasing face to look at. With a pair of gold-rimmed round glasses, he seemed to exude a scholarly air, and his words were polite.

When he saw Song Zhanyue, he smiled, and the coldness in his eyes was replaced by warmth, making him look gentle and refined.

He somewhat resembled Lu Yin Zhen.

When not smiling, he seemed unapproachable, but once he did, it was like a gentle breeze brushing past, incredibly soft.

Song Mianfeng judged him favorably based on his first impression.

Song Zhanyue smiled at Mu Zanglin. “This is my brother, Song Mianfeng.”

As twins, Song Mianfeng and Song Zhanyue had very similar facial features, even the position of the teardrop mole at the corner of their eyes was the same. However, Song Zhanyue’s features were more delicate and charming, with bright and clear eyes, suitable for both anger and joy.

It wasn’t hard to tell that they were siblings.

“This is Mu Zanglin.” Song Zhanyue introduced him to Song Mianfeng. “He’s my new neighbor who moved in next door last month.”

The two men politely shook hands, and they were considered acquainted.

Glancing at the time, Song Mianfeng deliberately asked Song Zhanyue, “What time does the movie end? Do you want me to pick you up?”

A faint smile played on Mu Zanglin’s lips. “I can take her back.”

Song Zhanyue furrowed her brow. “Wouldn’t that be too much trouble?”

“Not at all.” Mu Zanglin reassured her.

Having probed for an answer, Song Mianfeng concluded that Mu Zanglin made

After some thought, Song Zhanyue came up with a less troublesome solution. “Why don’t we have dinner together after the movie and then go home? That way, you don’t have to bother with sending me.”

Mukuzanglin’s eyes lit up with more amusement. “Sure.”

Song Mianfeng: “…”