1novels Chapter 60 Family Brotherhood 1 Clear at a Glance, the Entire Internet Feels Sorry for Lin Zhou
Chapter 60 Family Brotherhood 1 Clear at a Glance, the Entire Internet Feels Sorry for Lin Zhou
In the early morning of Peach Blossom Village, the air still carried the sweetness and restlessness of last night.
After a night of fermentation, Lin Zhou's video of hugging a durian with the caption "If I don't go to hell, who will?" has swept across the entire internet like a virus.
On Weibo, Douyin, and WeChat Moments, there are memes everywhere of him holding a durian bigger than his head, with a look of grim determination as if he's about to kneel down.
The accompanying texts were even more varied, going to great lengths to detract from the visual appeal:
"If my wife says one, I will never say two."
"A true warrior dares to face the bleakness of life and the thorns of a durian."
"On the Self-Cultivation of a Kept Man"
The hashtag #LinZhouKneelsOnDurian# has, in an extremely bizarre way, suppressed the scandals of several top celebrities and firmly held the top spot on the trending search list.
The comments from netizens were polarized, with heated arguments erupting.
The vast majority of men were heartbroken and disappointed:
"Disgraceful! They've utterly disgraced us men!"
"Knees are for kneeling to heaven, earth, and parents, how can you kneel on durians? Late-stage bronchitis, hopeless!"
"With Lin Zhou's status in the family, he's basically said goodbye to riding a bicycle. Will he ever be able to hold his head high in this family again?"
The female netizens, however, reacted quite differently, their eyes practically glowing with hearts, as if they wanted to crawl through the internet cable to snatch him away:
"That's a top-notch man! He has a great sense of humor, knows how to cherish his wife, and even when he admits defeat, he's so handsome!"
"Some people are just sour grapes. They call it 'fun'! Do they even know what 'fun' means?"
"The way he looked at his wife while peeling a durian was so sweet! I declare that from now on, I'll look for a husband based on Lin Zhou's standards!"
"I want a dozen men like this, who are flexible and treat their wives like royalty!"
……
On the threshing ground, the production crew was conducting their routine morning interview.
Today, Su Qingge wore a light purple knitted long dress, her long hair casually tied back, making her look much gentler and less sharp than usual.
"Sister Qingge," the young editor in charge of the interview, holding the microphone with a gossipy look on her face, asked, "Did you see the trending topics last night?"
"I've seen it."
Su Qingge nodded slightly, her expression calm.
"Many male netizens online are speaking out in support of Professor Lin Zhou, saying he has a low status in the family and is 'henpecked.' Do you have any response to this?"
This is a sharp question, and even a bit tricky.
If you give a bad answer, it's easy to leave people with a bad impression of being a "tiger mom" or "bully".
Su Qingge was not angry when she heard this.
She chuckled softly instead.
That smile was like the first melting of ice and snow, the warmth of spring and the blooming of flowers. Her originally cool and aloof temperament instantly became lively, and even the surrounding air seemed to become sweeter.
She faced the camera, gently brushed a stray hair behind her ear, and spoke with a nonchalant languor, yet also with a touch of Versailles that made one's teeth ache:
"A response? What's there to respond to?"
"It's simply a matter of one person being willing to hit and the other being willing to be hit."
"He's willing to pamper me, indulge me, and put my joys and sorrows first. What can I do? I'm helpless too."
"Besides..."
Su Qingge paused, her gaze shifting as she looked at Lin Zhou, who was squatting on the ground not far away, tying Nuonuo's shoelaces. Her eyes were filled with tenderness.
"In this family, what does it matter what his ranking is, as long as he's happy? Even if he's ranked after the cats and dogs, he's still my only husband, Su Qingge, and my daughter's most admired father."
"Isn't that enough?"
boom--!
Upon hearing this, all the staff in the interview room clutched their chests.
Crit!
A sweet surprise from the queen of pop!
"Help! I was looking forward to watching a family drama, but I ended up being force-fed dog food (a slang term for witnessing excessive displays of affection)!"
"‘He's willing to spoil me, what can I do?’ Listen to that, is that even human language? It's too Versailles!"
"Su's smile... I'm swooning! Who knew the aloof diva could be so sweet when in love!"
"CP fans are overjoyed! This isn't just henpecked husband behavior, it's clearly the ultimate in mutual and unwavering affection!"
The live stream chat exploded again, and the male and female netizens who were arguing suddenly reached a consensus: This couple is locked up! They swallowed the key!
The interview has ended.
Director Yan Min, carrying the massive megaphone that terrified all the guests, strode into the center of the venue with an air of utter indifference.
"Dear parents and adorable little ones!"
"I have some news to share: after two 'pleasant' days together, the filming of the first phase of 'Where Are We Going, Dad?', 'The Peach Blossom Spring,' is nearing its end!"
"Huh? That's it?"
Chen Kai was studying the braised pork recipe Lin Zhou had just given him when he heard this and said with some reluctance, "I haven't finished learning how to cook from Brother Lin yet!"
"Don't rush, this is just the first stop."
Yan Min said with a smile, "Although the first stop is coming to an end, there is still one most important task we haven't completed before we leave."
"This is also a traditional segment we hold every season, the most tear-jerking, most heartfelt, and most emotionally resonant part—"
At this point, Yan Min deliberately kept everyone in suspense, her gaze slowly sweeping over the four families.
"Final Gala!"
"At tonight's gala, each guest needs to perform a piece. In addition, there's a final mission..."
The staff brought out four elegant envelopes and gave them to the four fathers.
The envelope was pink with hearts printed on it, giving it a cheesy, romantic feel.
Lin Zhou took the envelope, squeezed it; it was thin, and there seemed to be only one piece of paper inside.
"What's this? Severance pay?"
Lin Zhou made a joke in an attempt to ease the suddenly tense atmosphere.
"Dream on!"
Yan Min glared at him, then said seriously:
"This is a letter."
"Dear fathers, please take this afternoon to write a letter by hand in this envelope."
"Who is it written to?" Lu Ming asked curiously.
"This is for the person you love most, are most grateful to, or owe the most to in this life."
Yan Min's voice became low and emotional:
"It could be your wife, your child, or your parents."
"Please write down all the things you can't say in person, the love you keep in your heart, or the misunderstandings you haven't resolved in this letter."
"We will read this letter aloud tonight at the closing gala!"
Read aloud in public?
Upon hearing those four words, the atmosphere at the scene instantly became somewhat subtle.
This isn't writing a letter; it's a public execution!
If it's well-written, it's deeply moving; if it's poorly written, it's just embarrassingly awkward.
Especially for Lin Zhou and Su Qingge, this "special" couple, the significance of this letter is probably much heavier than for others.
Seven years of secret marriage, seven years of misunderstandings, and those secrets that were never spoken...
Su Qingge turned her head and looked at Lin Zhou beside her.
Her eyes held a hint of expectation mixed with a hint of trepidation.
Who will he write to?
Is this written for the lovely Nuonuo? Or... for that former "white moonlight"?
Or perhaps, it could be her?
Lin Zhou held the envelope, and the playful smile on his face slowly faded.
He looked at the thin sheet of paper in his hand and felt it was heavier than the ten million dollar check.
The person I love most?
Who are you most indebted to?
Two faces involuntarily appeared in his mind.
One photo shows him at eighteen, smiling sweetly at him under a tree; the other shows him now, a woman who, though always cold-faced, secretly covers him with a blanket in the middle of the night.
"Is it really necessary to write this?"
Lin Zhou scratched his head, looking at Yan Min with some difficulty, "Director, my handwriting is terrible, could you draw instead?"
"No!" Yan Min refused ruthlessly. "You must write it down! No less than five hundred words! The emotions must be genuine! No copying song lyrics!"
"..."
Lin Zhou sighed, put the envelope in his pocket, turned to look at Su Qingge, and helplessly shrugged:
"Honey, look at the mess this has made. My Chinese is only at an elementary school level, so... could you help me polish it up?"
Looking at his unserious demeanor, Su Qingge felt her tension inexplicably dissipate.
She rolled her eyes at him, picked up Nuonuo, turned and left, leaving him with a haughty back view:
"Write it yourself! If it's not good enough to move me... you'll really be sleeping in a pigsty tonight!"
"Hey? Honey, don't go! How could a place like a pigsty be worthy of someone like me?"
"Lin Zhou! Shut up!"