71: You're in trouble.

After Big Beard Zhang finished 'demi-gods and semi-devils', he immediately thought of other Jin Yong dramas.

'demi-gods and semi-devils' made him a lot of money, so naturally he wanted to keep going, and the highly popular 'the return of the condor heroes' became his goal.

He went to ask and found out that the rights to 'the return of the condor' had already been taken by Golden Culture.

He confidently went to Golden Culture, wanting to serve as the producer and be responsible for all matters regarding the TV series.

In fact, his seniority in the film and television industry allowed him to be proud and confident in taking the executive producer rights.

"Tell him to get lost." Li Xiuwu didn't want to deal with this person.

"Alright." Wang Cheng didn't raise any questions, even though he felt Big Beard Zhang was the most suitable candidate.

"I'll leave the company's affairs to you guys." After learning about the company's situation, Li Xiuwu finally said... The interview program Li Xiuwu participated in was broadcast, and the show had been re-edited with its sequence shuffled.

Right at the start of the broadcast, there was a shot of Li Xiuwu holding a precious sword and drawing it from its scabbard.

He looked at the sword seriously, with the focus of a swordsman, and then spoke.

"If you don't understand the mental cultivation method, you will never be able to master the sword."

"The mental cultivation method for swordsmanship is the 'criminal law of the republic'."

Then he demonstrated a set of gorgeous and dazzling sword techniques.

"Haha, Li Xiuwu is so funny. I really thought there was some mental cultivation method, but I didn't expect it to be the criminal law." Some viewers who saw it found it amusing and shared it with others.

"Criminal law as a mental cultivation method for martial arts, no problem there."

"The girl next to him is so beautiful; he kissed her, and yet he still feels like he's the one who lost out."

The show's effect was good, attracting a lot of attention.

"Wanting to be the Monkey King is fine. When I was a kid, I also held a stick, wanting to become the Monkey King and kill those beautiful goblins. Now that I'm grown up, I can use my stick to hit goblins."

"To the person above, can that stick of yours grow and shrink?"

Li Xiuwu attracted the attention of many viewers, who wanted to see how this top scholar of the college entrance examination performed in the drama.

'demi-gods and semi-devils' was broadcast as scheduled. Although it was on a local station, the ratings were very good.

The media reported on the TV series, giving Li Xiuwu the feeling of becoming famous overnight.

Walking through the school, he felt many people looking at him. Beijing Film Academy has no shortage of actors, and big stars are often seen, but for Li Xiuwu to become famous with just one drama was truly enviable.

"Li Xiuwu has the elegance that comes from being well-read; he portrayed the scholarly feel of Duan Yu perfectly.

He is the heir of the Duan clan of Dali, naturally carrying an air of nobility and acting with a calm demeanor, bringing the character to life."

His portrayal of Duan Yu received good reviews from film and television critics, not letting the audience's expectations down.

In the Courtyard House, Li Xiuwu looked at the comments online. The internet was in a period of rapid development; in one year, the online landscape had changed again, with more people liking to express their thoughts online.

In the attic, Yifei held a book in her hand, but she wasn't reading it. She leaned against the railing, gazing at the West Sea outside.

The bleak winter scenery matched her current state of mind. A young girl grieves in autumn to the mournful cry of geese; the north wind blows snow onto the West Sea.

"It's snowing." Snowflakes began to drift outside the attic. She pushed open the door and the attic window, letting a cold wind blow in.

She reached out her hand; the snowflakes landed and immediately melted. She only felt a sense of chill.

She saw the snowflakes falling into the West Sea, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

"Xixi, it's snowing." Shu Chang's voice came as she ran up to the attic with a thud-thud-thud.

"Ah, you have the window open. Put on your down jacket first." Shu Chang saw Yifei standing by the window, picked up a crimson down jacket, and draped it over Yifei's shoulders.

"Bundle up, don't catch a cold." After saying this, Shu Chang looked excitedly at the snowflakes outside the window.

"Thank you." Yifei put on the down jacket. Even though it looked a bit rustic, it still looked very beautiful on her.

"It's snowing. Snowing is so nice." Shu Chang also reached out her hand, her fair palm catching the bits of coldness.

After watching the snow fall for a while, Shu Chang felt the cold and closed the window.

"Xixi, what's been wrong with you lately?" she turned back to ask Yifei.

"Nothing's wrong." Yifei also withdrew her gaze from outside.

She sat down, picked up a piece of Scented Charcoal, lit it, and placed it in a silver hand warmer, handing it to Shu Chang: "Warm your hands."

Shu Chang quickly took it, holding it carefully. She smelled a delicate fragrance, but her face showed distress: "Don't light it for me next time; it breaks my heart."

This piece of Scented Charcoal, the size of a honey date, was almost the same price as gold. Burning it in a heater like this was a luxury Shu Chang really couldn't afford to enjoy.

"Isn't charcoal meant to be burned?"

Shu Chang didn't want to answer that. This was burning gold, calculated by the gram—how could it be the same? She sat down with Yifei and shared the silver hand warmer with her.

"You still haven't said why you've been unhappy lately." Shu Chang changed the subject.

"Have I been?"

"Of course you have. It's very obvious, okay?" Shu Chang said. Since she returned from school, she felt something was off with Yifei.

"It's probably because of the cold weather; I don't feel like moving." Yifei picked up her book and opened it.

"You can't fool me. You definitely have something on your mind." A wise glint appeared in Shu Chang's eyes.

Yifei remained silent. After a good while, she finally slowly revealed what was on her mind.

Shu Chang's eyes widened: "You're in trouble. You've fallen in love."

"Oh, you annoying Chang Chang." Yifei immediately pushed her.

The two of them played around for a while, then Shu Chang rested her chin on her hands and lay on the table.

"My brother is so handsome, who wouldn't like him?" she said, tilting her head.

"You're just torturing yourself like this. Brother is too handsome; lots and lots of people will like him. He's also an actor, so in the future, there will be many intimate scenes in his filming. If you can't accept that, I suggest you don't like him. Being a sister is also very good."

Hearing this, Yifei froze for a moment, realizing Shu Chang made a lot of sense. She had been overthinking things.

"Aha, I see you don't just want to be his sister, you want to be his 'special' little sister, don't you?" Her mood lightened, and realizing she had something on Shu Chang, she immediately pounced.

"Who knows what will happen in the future? Anyway, he's my brother now, and I'll support whoever he likes." Shu Chang lifted her head.

"You have no shame."

The two of them began to play-fight.

After a long time, Shu Chang spoke: "Let's go see what Brother is doing."

"Okay." Yifei zipped up her down jacket and was the first to head down from the attic.

"Wait for me." Shu Chang covered the Scented Charcoal, put it in the cabinet, and after confirming the lit charcoal was extinguished, she chased after her.

"Come and catch me." Yifei stood at the Chuihua Gate, half her body hidden behind it. With a relaxed smile on her face, she turned with light footsteps and ran through the front courtyard.

"Wait for me." Shu Chang came down from the attic and jogged after her.

"I won't wait for you, bleh!" Her bell-like voice echoed in the Courtyard House. The Little Fatty Birds, huddling together to escape the snow, raised their heads to watch the two running figures before huddling back together.

A thin layer of snow had fallen, covering the ground and leaving behind two sets of footprints.

"Meow."

In the east wing of the backyard, wood was burning in the fireplace. Little Lion was kneading in Liu Xiaoli's arms.

Its movement stopped, its sharp ears twitching. Hearing the laughter in the courtyard and recognizing it as that little fool's laughter, it didn't take it to heart.

Liu Xiaoli also heard her daughter's laughter and a smile appeared on her face. She patted Little Lion's head and rewarded it with a small dried fish.

"Meow!" Having received its reward, Little Lion kneaded even more vigorously.