Translator: Guy Gone Bad

  Although there were still a half-month’s publicity arrangements for The Line of Life and Death after its release, these activities were basically only attended by Zhao Qingyuan and Wang Chengcheng, and no one else was needed.

  Liu Jia’an started his career as a soldier. His character was tough and upright. He usually managed the film crew very strictly. Therefore, there were few such messy things in his film crew.

  After living and working together for such a long time, those film crew members had grown bonds with each other. Many people’s eyes went red at the thought it may be difficult for them to meet again.

  The dinner was scheduled to end at 9 p.m., but everyone subconsciously wanted to postpone the time of departure, so the party ended until early the next morning, and everyone returned hotel after that.

  Yu Qinghuan had already told Huo Qu the date of his return and his flight information, giving Huo Qu an approximate time to get home.

  The thought of seeing Huo Qu excited his heart unconsciously.

  He hadn’t seen Huo Qu for half a month, because the roadshow schedule was tight. He could only rely on messages and limited calls to contact Huo Qu each day, but this was far from satisfying men in love.

  How he wished to see his Huo Qu immediately!

  He rolled round and round on the bed with the quilt in his arms, only to feel that every minute and second was like suffering. He tossed and turned all night, and finally failed to fall asleep.

  When he went to the airport the next day, he yawned repeatedly, making Yu Xin think he was going to catch a cold again. Yu Xin was so scared that he took out a padded jacket and insisted that Yu Qinghuan put it on.

  Yu Qinghuan would take the morning plane and landed in the afternoon. After boarding the plane, he sent a message to Huo Qu before shutting down the phone.

  Huo Qu, who had been staring at his cell phone, was so excited when he saw the message. He read and reread Yu Qinghuan’s words like treasure, and suddenly started to run to Huo Rong’s room.

  “Brother, please take me to the airport later.”


  “Oh, absence makes the lover’s heart grow fonder.” Huo Rong’s eyes fell on his little brother’s deep dimple, he could not help but stretch out a hand and rubbed his hair, “What do you want to take to meet Yu Qinghuan?”


  Huo Qu looked at him doubtfully, what does he mean?

  His younger brother was not enlightened in that matter. Huo Rong could only guide him slowly. “Usually when you pick up someone from the airport, you should bring something for that person, such as food, flowers, etc.”


  Huo Qu tried hard to digest his words, and his hands unconsciously rubbed on his trouser pocket, suddenly his eyes brightened!

  He knew! He would bring Qinghuan Tremella and Snow Pear Soup!

  Last time he went to the hospital, the old doctor in the outpatient department told him that this soup could relieve cough.

  After he came back, he not only told Yu Qinghuan what he had learned, but also wrote it down in his notebook. He planned to wait for Yu Qinghuan to come back and pull him to read it again.

  Why didn’t he think of making the soup and bring it to Qinghuan?!

  Huo Qu knocked on his temple in distress. Under Huo Rong’s shocked eyes, he suddenly ran down the stairs like a whirlwind, and rushed into the kitchen like a little calf.

  Mrs. Huo was discussing the lunch menu with the chef and was startled by his son. She stopped him and asked, “What are you doing here, Qu’er?”


  Looking at her little son’s anxious appearance, she had kind of bad feeling creep in her mind.

  Was her son doing some kind of strange research again?

  Recalling that Huo Qu’s experiment at home last time nearly blew up the whole living room last time, Mrs. Huo clearly felt her heart skip a beat.

  “I’m going to make Tremella and Snow Pear Soup for Qinghuan.” Huo Qu looked at the pots and pans on the cooking table with his eyes beaming and said without looking back.

  All right, fortunately it was just a soup. Mrs. Huo breathed a long sigh of relief, and she immediately felt eased, even ignoring Huo Qu’s purpose of cooking the soup.

  However, there was another important thing to confirm with her little son.

  Mrs. Huo coughed and tried to ask him, “Do you mean you wanna cook it yourself?”


  A person who could not even use a kettle suddenly said he wanted to cook soup. Wasn’t this a huge skip?

  Huo Qu shook his head and said with frustration, “No, I can’t”. He paused and turned to the cook, “Aunt Wang, can you help me?”


  This was Mrs. Huo’s first time to see Huo Qu ask someone else’s help with her own eyes. She was shocked to stare at him with her eyes wide open and almost thought that all this was her illusion.

  It turned out that her little son had made so much progress already!

  When Huo Qu was still a kid, she took him to all the top hospitals around the world. But none of them dared to define his condition. Some doctors said it was autism or scholar’s syndrome, but there were always features that did not match.

  Finally, they could only give a vague conclusion: It was a new branch derived from autism and scholar’s syndrome.

  Both the hospital and their families had tried all kinds of methods to make Huo Qu communicate with others normally, but they all ended in failure.

  Mrs. Huo never thought that the situation of Huo Qu would be like this one day.

  Even if she didn’t want to, she had to admit that this change was all due to Yu Qinghuan.

  She still could not accept the two boys being together even till today, but she was grateful to Yu Qinghuan.

  “Let me,” Mrs. Huo rolled up her sleeves and said to Huo Qu, “Mom will do it for you.”


  She would cook the soup willingly.

  However, what she did not expect was that Huo Qu did not leave everything to her at all even after nodding his head as she thought. Instead, he looked at her hesitantly and then at the cook. “Can you?”


  This was the first time he brought something for Qinghuan, so he wanted to make it good.

  Mrs. Huo, “.……”