indianbanksassociation Chapter 61 Variety Show Finale Mission: Write a letter to your loved one
Chapter 61 Variety Show Finale Mission: Write a letter to your loved one
The setting sun looked like a spilled orange soda, spreading a brilliant orange-red across the horizon.
Lin Zhou sat alone beside the millstone in Peach Blossom Village.
He held the somewhat tacky pink envelope in his hand, the cap of a pen dangling from his mouth, and his brows were furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.
write a letter?
Who writes letters these days? What respectable person keeps a diary? What respectable person writes letters?
"For the one I love most..."
Lin Zhou muttered something, his gaze wandering somewhat.
Logically speaking, writing this letter to Nuonuo would be the safest option. A loving father and son, full of tender sentiments, with simple phrases like "Daddy will always love you" and "I hope you grow up happily" would definitely win over a wave of mothers' tears.
But for some reason, the moment the pen tip touched the paper, what came to mind was not that soft and cute little dumpling.
Instead, it was that aloof, stubborn face that would occasionally blush with shyness.
Su Qingge.
This name feels somewhat disconnected to Lin Zhou now.
On one hand, the original owner's memories in his mind were frantically screaming with deep affection, seven years of unwavering humility and waiting; on the other hand, as a transmigrator, what he had felt these past few days was a vivid, proud, and soft-hearted wife who, though stubborn, was actually very kind.
She would trust him completely even in the mud, clinging to his back and cheering him on.
When she was being attacked online, her first thought wasn't to abandon him, but to protect him with a contract.
Even last night, she would awkwardly let him go to bed and secretly cover him with a blanket in the middle of the night.
"Tsk, this gigolo is a bit too hot to handle."
Lin Zhou chuckled self-deprecatingly and subconsciously turned to look at the other "fellow sufferers" not far away.
I almost burst out laughing when I saw it.
At the next table, Lu Ming, a top celebrity, was sitting upright on a small stool, his back ramrod straight, and the way he held the pen in his hand was as elegant as if he were signing a contract worth hundreds of millions.
He would stop to think after writing a few lines, his brows furrowed, his eyes deep, and every now and then he would look at the camera to find the perfect profile angle.
Without even looking, you can tell this guy didn't write a personal letter, but rather a press release for the media. Phrases like "thank you for the encounter" and "peaceful times"—every punctuation mark probably went through remote review by his management team, exuding a sophisticated hypocrisy.
Let's look at Chen Kai, the veteran rocker.
The tough guy who roared on stage was now scratching his head, crumpling the letter in his hand. He sighed as he wrote, occasionally stealing glances at his wife chatting with the staff in the distance. His guilty look was just like a primary school student writing a self-criticism.
As for Olympic champion Wang Lei...
The pen in his hand felt like it weighed a ton; writing a single word was more strenuous than weightlifting. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and he wiped it with the back of his hand after each character, muttering to himself, "Wife...you've worked so hard...how do you write the word 'bitter' again?"
Looking at this group of people, Lin Zhou's inner turmoil suddenly dissipated.
sincere.
Didn't that old fox Yan Min want sincerity?
Then let's speak the truth.
Lin Zhou removed the pen cap, took a deep breath, and no longer hesitated.
The pen tip flew across the letter paper, making a rustling sound. His handwriting wasn't exactly beautiful; in fact, it could be described as flamboyant and somewhat messy, just like him—unrestrained and wild.
There are no fancy words, no sentimental parallelisms.
He simply poured out all his feelings from the past few days since his transmigration, as well as the lingering obsessions belonging to the original owner that he couldn't shake off.
As he finished writing, he paused for a moment, a gentle smile curving his lips, and solemnly placed the last stroke.
Fold the letter neatly, put it into the pink envelope, and seal it.
"Done."
Lin Zhou stood up, stretched out a big yawn, and his joints cracked all over.
At this moment, the last rays of the setting sun sank behind the mountain.
As night falls, the threshing ground in Peach Blossom Village takes on a new look.
A huge bonfire was lit, its orange flames leaping and crackling in the night wind. The firelight illuminated everyone's faces, adding warmth to the chilly autumn night.
The villagers brought out their own long benches, sat in a circle, holding sunflower seeds and peanuts in their hands, and their faces were filled with simple smiles.
The four guest families sat in the innermost circle.
After two days together, everyone had shed their initial awkwardness and unfamiliarity. The children ran around wildly, while the adults chatted casually, creating a surprisingly warm and harmonious atmosphere.
Good evening, everyone.
The host, Li Sisi, wore a long ethnic-style dress and stood by the campfire, the firelight making her face appear exceptionally soft.
"Two days is too short, too short for us to really see this beautiful village; yet two days is also too long, long enough for us to discover the beauty around us that we've overlooked."
It must be said that professional hosts have a strong ability to control the flow of the show.
After a few words, the somewhat noisy atmosphere at the scene instantly quieted down, and a faint sense of parting sorrow spread in the air.
Even the chat in the live stream changed from "hahahaha" during the day to a screen full of "I can't bear to part with you".
"Tonight is our last night in Peach Blossom Village."
Li Sisi's voice lowered, her gaze sweeping over each of the guests present:
Before we leave, let us tell our loved ones what's in our hearts.
"Now, let's move on to our special segment – the 'Confession of Love' letter reading time."
Director Yan Min made a timely gesture, and the stage lights dimmed, leaving only a spotlight shining on the microphone in the center of the stage.
The background music was also changed to a soothing piano piece, maximizing the emotional impact.
"As is customary, we'll start with the family that received the most online votes."
Li Sisi held the cue card, a mysterious smile on her face, her gaze precisely landing on Lin Zhou and Su Qingge:
"This family has given us so many surprises and unexpected moments over the past two days. They have shown us the ups and downs of love, as well as the everyday joys of life."
"Please welcome—the Su Qingge and Lin Zhou family!"
There was thunderous applause.
Su Qingge didn't wear a powerful gown today, but instead wore a simple off-white knitted cardigan over a floral maxi dress. Her long hair was casually draped over her shoulders, making her appear exceptionally gentle and serene in the flickering firelight.
She stood up, clutching the pink envelope tightly in her hand.
Lin Zhou tried to stand up, but Su Qingge pressed his shoulder down.
"I'll go first."
She said it in a low voice, but it carried an undeniable firmness.
Lin Zhou was stunned for a moment, then obediently sat back down, looking up at her back as she walked towards the center of the stage.
At that moment, he suddenly felt that the figure looked somewhat thin, yet unusually upright.
Su Qingge walked to the microphone and took a deep breath.
She didn't open the envelope immediately, but turned slightly to the side, her gaze passing through the flickering flames and the dimly lit crowd, landing precisely on Lin Zhou below the stage.
His eyes were deep and intense.
It's as if they want to etch his image deep into their very bones.
The entire place was so quiet that the only sound was the burning of the campfire.
Su Qingge withdrew her gaze, slowly opened the envelope, and unfolded the neatly folded letter.
Her fingers trembled slightly, but her voice was exceptionally clear, carried through the microphone throughout Peach Blossom Village and into the ears of tens of millions of viewers in the live stream:
"Lin Zhou, greetings."