Thank you, quayA, for the ko-fi~
Soon after, Feng Qi returned and got into the car.
He, Feng Yuan, and Director Li were riding in the same vehicle.
At the moment, filming was not taking place in the car.
Director Li was chatting with Feng Qi.
“Feng Qi, the one at your home…”
Before speaking, Director Li hesitated slightly.
He had recognized Li Sheng shortly after arriving at Feng Qi’s home.
He had also heard Feng Yuan call Li Sheng “Big Dad”.
He wanted to ask about Feng Qi and Li Sheng’s relationship, but was afraid of being intrusive.
“Yuan Yuan is my and Li Sheng’s child. I thought Director Lian would have told you.”
“No. Director Lian and I don’t really keep in touch privately.”
As he spoke, Director Li rubbed his nose and quickly changed the subject.
He had something more urgent to tell Feng Qi.
“Our program was originally planned to be filmed entirely, edited, and then released.”
“But now the situation has changed a bit. We’re switching to a live recording and broadcasting format.”
Director Li explained the changes to the program’s release schedule.
Feng Qi listened quietly and then smiled. “That’s fine.”
Feng Qi didn’t mind the program’s arrangement.
He had brought Feng Yuan along for two reasons.
One was to get in touch with Bo Han.
The other was to let Feng Yuan have some fun.
Since returning to the Li family, Feng Yuan had been watched over by a group of adults, and Feng Qi himself had been constantly busy. It had been a long time since he had spent quality time with Feng Yuan like this.
For him, this program meant two weeks with Feng Yuan.
He was very satisfied.
“Feng Qi, your temperament really is as good as the rumors say.”
Director Li smiled. “I asked the directors you’ve worked with about you.”
“They all said you’re very easy to get along with.”
The two chatted casually in the car as they went to pick up the next guest and child.
《Baby’s Journey》 featured five pairs of guests.
Naturally, these five pairs weren’t all from the same city.
Director Li had only picked up Feng Qi and Feng Yuan, who were local, as well as Chen Yang, a retired badminton champion due to injury, and his daughter Xiao Putao.
Of the other three groups of guests, Bo Han didn’t want the program crew filming at his home.
He would bring his son along himself.
The remaining two groups were actors. One is somewhat past their prime, and the other is notorious in the industry for having numerous scandals.
Among the five pairs of guests, there were three father-son pairs and two father-daughter pairs.
Their final meeting point was an open area near the airport.
It was quiet and undisturbed.
They only needed to film a group shot there.
Feng Yuan had been trying to take off one of his sweaters under his down jacket during the car ride, hoping to look slimmer.
But with his dad around, he hadn’t succeeded.
As soon as they arrived at the meeting point, Feng Qi lifted him out of the car without a moment’s delay.
A gust of cold wind blew toward them.
The little guy, who had wanted style over warmth, instantly became well-behaved in the chilly breeze.
Director Li, who also served as the program’s host, smiled warmly at the five assembled pairs of guests. “From now on, we will be the guardians of the children’s journey! Dads, are you confident in accompanying your little ones on this heartwarming adventure?”
“Yes.”
Several fathers smiled in response. Bo Han, holding his child’s hand, moved his lips slightly but didn’t seem to join in the affirmative reply.
His gaze was fixed on Feng Qi.
Feng Qi was also looking at him.
The two fathers exchanged glances, seemingly curious about each other.
But in reality, only they knew the truth—
They were actually sniffing each other’s scent.
The host warmly invited the fathers to introduce themselves.
Afterward, they began filming the pre-departure luggage inspection.
Feng Yuan’s chocolates were mercilessly confiscated.
From his small backpack, Director Li uncovered a large stash of chocolates.
After taking all the chocolates away, Director Li returned the small backpack to Feng Yuan.
Clutching his now chocolate-less backpack, Feng Yuan’s eyes welled up with tears.
But with the cameras rolling, he bravely held back his sobs.
“Yuan Yuan, we haven’t taken everything from your backpack yet.”
Director Li, the one who had confiscated the chocolates, reminded him pointedly.
Feng Yuan was certain his backpack had contained nothing but chocolates.
After Director Li’s reminder, he lowered his head to check his backpack.
The next second.
The moment he spotted the winter vacation homework inside his backpack, the little boy burst into loud sobs.
“How did Yuan Yuan’s homework end up here?!”
He had clearly hidden it in his clothes and thrown it away in the corner of the yard!
Director Li watched the crying child, the corners of his lips unconsciously curling upward.
“Uncle, please take Yuan Yuan’s homework away, too!”
After crying for a moment, Feng Yuan suddenly remembered that the director had confiscated the chocolates.
So, clutching his backpack, he tried to force it into the director’s hands.
Director Li quickly waved his hands: “We don’t confiscate homework, Yuan Yuan. You can keep this.”
Already on the verge of a meltdown, Feng Yuan grew even more distraught when he couldn’t get rid of the homework.
He lay down on the floor, sprawled out with his little arms and legs, and cried loudly.
Feng Qi looked at the child on the floor but didn’t comfort him.
Instead, he said quietly, “Feng Yuan, I haven’t even settled the score with you for throwing away your homework.”
“Are you sure you want to keep throwing a tantrum on the floor?”
As soon as Feng Qi spoke, Feng Yuan could tell he was about to get a spanking.
Not wanting to be punished in front of the cameras, the little boy scrambled to his feet in an instant.
His chubby little hand clutched his dad’s pant leg. He forced himself to swallow his sobs.
The little guy’s face turned red from the effort. He occasionally let out a shaky hiccup.
His pitiful appearance was so endearing that the cameraman couldn’t bring himself to shift the focus away from him.
The other groups of guests were all watching Feng Qi and Feng Yuan, the father-son pair.
Chen Yang even asked his daughter, Xiao Putao, to come over and comfort Feng Yuan.
Xiao Putao was four and a half, a bit older than Feng Yuan.
After she came over to console him, Feng Yuan, wanting to save face, insisted that he hadn’t been crying.
Yu Yiming, an actor plagued by scandals, also wanted his daughter, Yu Qingqing, to come and talk to Feng Yuan.
But Yu Qingqing was too shy and hid behind her father’s legs, refusing to come out.
Ming Ming, the son of faded actor Huo Fei, was the oldest among the children.
Without any prompting from his father, he walked over on his own and popped a piece of candy into Feng Yuan’s mouth.
“Eat up.”
Ming Ming had a handful of candies and distributed them among the children: “Before they get confiscated, we should eat all the candies.”
Ming Ming was six years old and already in elementary school.
Among all the children, he stood out as the most composed.
With the candy in his mouth, Feng Yuan finally began to calm down.
He lifted his little hand to rub his eyes and obediently said, “Thank you.”
The other children who received candies echoed his thanks like little parrots.
Only Rong Rong, the son of Bo Han, who was about the same age as Feng Yuan, remained silent.
He didn’t ask for candy either.
Yu Qingqing, hiding behind her father’s legs, just seemed too shy.
Rong Rong, who was holding his father’s hand, appeared a bit wooden.
He was very beautiful, with soft black hair, round eyes, amber pupils, and a delicate little face like a doll.
But this delicate doll seemed to lack something compared to ordinary children.
He looked as if he were a bit withdrawn.
This “withdrawn” wasn’t the pathological autism, but the literal meaning of the word.
The withdrawn Rong Rong watched Feng Yuan, who was surrounded by other children. He blinked his eyes.
Bo Han noticed his son’s subtle movement.
His heart stirred. He crouched down in front of his son.
“Rong Rong, are you looking at Yuan Yuan?”
Rong Rong blinked again, then slowly nodded.
Bo Han held his son’s little hand and encouraged him, “Do you want to go play with Yuan Yuan?”
Rong Rong didn’t speak or nod.
When Bo Han spoke to his son, he mentioned Feng Yuan.
Feng Yuan, with his little ears perked up, heard everything.
He had already noticed Rong Rong, who hadn’t paid him any attention.
Although Yu Qingqing hadn’t come to talk to Feng Yuan either, she had made eye contact with him while hiding behind her father’s legs.
When the two little ones locked eyes, Yu Qingqing gave a shy smile.
Among the children present, only Rong Rong had shown no reaction to Feng Yuan.
Feng Yuan, who was always a social butterfly among children, noticed Rong Rong’s attention and immediately toddled over on his short little legs.
“Hello, Rong Rong!”
Though the little one had been crying earlier, with his eyelids still red and his small voice a bit hoarse, he was already making friends.
He stretched out his chubby little hand, wanting to hold Rong Rong’s hand.
Rong Rong looked at his hand, then glanced down at his own.
The next second.
Feng Yuan, acting like they were already familiar, grabbed Rong Rong’s little hand.
“I’m Yuan Yuan. Now that we’ve held hands, we’re good friends. How old are you?”
“Our Rong Rong is three years old. Yuan Yuan, when is your birthday?”
Feng Yuan: “…”
Feng Yuan turned to look at his dad.
He couldn’t quite remember the exact month and day of his birthday.
Feng Qi replied, “February 23rd.”
Bo Han: “Hmm, you’re a few days older than our Rong Rong.”
Feng Yuan: “!”
Hearing that he was older, Feng Yuan immediately brightened up.
“I’m older than you, so I’ll protect you!”
Yuan Yuan, who was the little boss in kindergarten, quite enjoyed the feeling of being the big brother.
This Rong Rong seemed like he needed his protection.
Rong Rong was unilaterally claimed as Feng Yuan’s little sidekick.
Under Feng Yuan’s initiative, the two little ones forcibly established a friendship.
Meanwhile, the luggage inspection continued.
Not long after, Yu Qingqing’s toy was also confiscated.
The little girl, who had been too shy to play with anyone earlier, suddenly erupted like a supernova upon seeing her toy taken away. She headbutted the staff member who had confiscated it.
“Give my toy back!”
Yu Qingqing clenched her little fists, wearing an extremely fierce expression.
Feng Yuan was stunned.
He watched as the previously delicate little girl instantly transformed into a dominant flower and couldn’t process it for a long time.
Yu Yiming, seeing his daughter lose her temper, patiently coaxed her, “Qingqing, don’t be angry. We agreed before we left home that you wouldn’t throw tantrums outside.”
“You promised Mommy! To be a quiet, well-behaved baby.”
Yu Yiming brought up his wife. Little Yu Qingqing let out a heavy huff before finally giving up.
She retreated behind her father’s legs.
When she caught Feng Yuan’s gaze, she flashed a shy expression.
Feng Yuan: “…”
Feng Yuan quickly averted his eyes and turned his attention back to the innocent and clueless-looking little Rong Rong.
The luggage of both adults and children had been checked.
The group boarded the plane to Shenzhen.
Their destination was a small village in Shenzhen.
Although it was a rural area, the village was home to a number of elderly artisans practicing intangible cultural heritage crafts.
Director Li was a man with a deep sense of sentiment.
His programs often featured elements of these intangible cultural heritages.
He had always been dedicated to promoting these traditions.
On the plane.
Feng Yuan grew restless. He tugged at Feng Qi’s arm, hoping to get a look at his phone.
Feng Qi had been chatting on his phone since boarding.
Disturbed by his son’s tugging, he could no longer type properly. So, he stopped typing altogether and pulled out Feng Yuan’s homework notebook.
“We still have two hours until we arrive. How about you do some homework?”
Feng Yuan: “…”
Feng Yuan immediately settled down.
He withdrew his chubby little hand, stopped bothering his father, and moved away from him.
He turned his little face away and started chatting with the other children.
Seeing that he had calmed down, Feng Qi resumed typing on his phone.
The production crew had created a WeChat group for all the fathers.
Feng Qi added Bo Han to the group chat.
Bo Han quickly accepted his friend request.
After becoming friends, the two began chatting during the flight.
Feng Qi got straight to the point and sent a photo of a fox.
Feng Qi: “Is this you?”
Bo Han: “[Fox pondering.jpg]”
Bo Han: “[Please spare me.jpg]”
Despite his cold and aloof appearance, Bo Han was a heavy user of emojis and stickers when chatting.
After meeting Bo Han, Feng Qi had already reached a conclusion—
This Bo Han was indeed a nine-tailed fox.
After exchanging a series of stickers, Bo Han finally sent a long, serious message.
Bo Han: “Phoenix, I haven’t harmed anyone, nor do I have any intention to. All I want now is to live peacefully with my little fox.”
Bo Han: “You must have noticed that my little fox has some issues.”
Bo Han: “When nine-tailed foxes give birth, they pass on their spiritual power to their offspring.”
Bo Han: “But my little fox didn’t inherit any spiritual power at all.”
Bo Han: “[Crying] [Crying] [Crying]”
Bo Han: “He has no spiritual power, and his health is also a bit fragile. I brought him on this show hoping he could gain some affection from the audience.”
Bo Han: “Just like phoenixes and dragons in ancient times, who thrived on the power of faith that can enhance their lifespan and abilities.”
Bo Han: “I just want to use the audience’s affection to save my little fox.”
Bo Han: “My little fox is usually indifferent to everything, but today, he took the initiative to look at your son.”
Bo Han: “[Fox pleading for help.jpg]”
Bo Han: “Could you ask your son to look after my son during the show?”
Bo Han sent a flurry of messages.
After reading them, Feng Qi glanced over at Bo Han’s little fox, Rong Rong.
Rong Rong was holding a picture book.
His own chubby son was leaning over eagerly, trying to talk to Rong Rong.
Feng Qi: “…”
Feng Qi looked at his son acting like this, patted his shoulder, and called him over first.
Feng Qi didn’t tell Feng Yuan that Rong Rong was a little fox.
He only told Feng Yuan that he could play more with Rong Rong.
Feng Yuan already had that intention.
Even if Dad hadn’t said anything, he would still play with Rong Rong.
The flight lasted two hours. Feng Yuan chattered for an hour and a half.
When the plane finally landed, Feng Yuan let out a relieved sigh as if he were exhausted, then took a sip from his water bottle.
Feng Qi had hung a yellow cartoon-themed water bottle around his neck.
Feng Yuan drank more than half the bottle in one go.
After drinking, he wiped the straw and asked Rong Rong, “Do you want some?”
Rong Rong shook his head.
Unlike him, Rong Rong hadn’t chattered for over an hour.
Having only spoken a few sentences, Rong Rong wasn’t thirsty at all.
Feng Yuan’s water bottle straw was bitten and looked a bit messy.
Feng Qi cleared his throat and didn’t let his son continue offering the water bottle to other children.
“Yuan Yuan, drink from your own bottle. The other children have their own water bottles, too.”
As he spoke, Feng Qi asked his son, “Do you want Dad to carry you?”
Feng Yuan: “No!”
Feng Yuan was full of energy for the trip.
He carried his little green dinosaur backpack, wore a large yellow water bottle around his neck, and had a yellow hat on his head.
Even when Feng Qi tried to hold his hand, he refused.
He walked beside Rong Rong and continued talking to him.
Neither Rong Rong nor Bo Han found Feng Yuan’s chattering annoying.
After leaving the airport, they still had to take a bus.
Feng Yuan sat next to Rong Rong again.
Upon learning that Rong Rong didn’t go to kindergarten, Feng Yuan widened his eyes in shock.
The next second, he turned his head and shouted, “Dad!”
Bo Han and his son enjoyed listening to the little chatterbox, but Feng Qi’s ears were starting to ache from the noise.
At that moment, Feng Qi was leaning back in his seat, resting with his eyes closed.
Hearing his son call him, he didn’t even open his eyes and replied coolly, “No way. Don’t even bring it up. You have to go to kindergarten.”
Feng Yuan was never a child who could sit still.
His study habits were terrible.
If he were allowed to play for a few years and then go straight to elementary school, Feng Qi didn’t need to think twice to know that first grade would be anything but smooth.
His chubby cub had to adapt to a learning environment in kindergarten first.
That way, the transition to elementary school would be easier later on.
The little guy, whose request was immediately rejected by his dad, protested indignantly, “Rong Rong doesn’t go to kindergarten! Yuan Yuan doesn’t want to go either!”
“Ah, Yuan Yuan, there’s a reason why Rong Rong doesn’t go to kindergarten.”
Seeing that the father and son were about to argue, Bo Han quickly interjected, “Rong Rong did go to kindergarten at first, but he was bullied there. So, I didn’t let him go anymore.”
There was nothing wrong with Rong Rong’s intelligence or anything like that.
He didn’t have autism or anything of the sort.
He was just a bit slow to react and a little dull.
Because of his personality, the other children in kindergarten ganged up to bully him.
The nine-tailed fox was a true beast of ferocity.
Bo Han, being a nine-tailed fox, was naturally no pushover.
He retaliated against every single one of those who dared to bully his son.
But while Bo Han could take revenge on those who bullied his son, he couldn’t make the other children play with him.
It was clear that Rong Rong was becoming even less talkative in kindergarten.
Left with no choice, Bo Han withdrew his son from school.
After Feng Yuan heard Bo Han recount Rong Rong’s kindergarten experience, the little guy was absolutely furious.
“Rong Rong, which kindergarten did you go to?!”
“Did you fight back when they bullied you?”
Feng Yuan was so angry it felt like he was the one who had been bullied.
Seeing Feng Yuan’s anger, Rong Rong offered his small hand to him.
He shook his head.
Feng Yuan: “…”
Feng Yuan: “Are you saying you couldn’t beat them?”
Feng Yuan grasped his little hand, his chubby face extremely serious: “It’s okay. I’ll fight for you from now on. I’m really good at fighting.”
The two little ones interacted in the car while the other three children remained silent.
The cameraman’s lens silently captured everything, recording all the footage from the vehicle.
In another TV show, 《Dad, Charge Forward》, the screen time for the adorable kids was often biased.
For example, the more famous the parents were, the more screen time their group would receive.
But 《Baby’s Journey》 was different.
Here, the focus was entirely on the children.
As long as the kids had standout moments, they were recorded.
The contrasting personality of little Yu Qingqing was fully captured by the cameraman.
After two hours on a plane, two hours on a bus, and half an hour on a tractor.
Even Feng Yuan, who was full of energy, was starting to wilt by the end.
The village roads were unpaved, and it had rained recently.
The path to the village was muddy and difficult to traverse.
Before the tractor even reached the village, it got stuck in the mud.
All the adults and children were asked to get off.
After disembarking, the other children were either carried by their fathers or stayed close by, waiting for the crew to push the tractor.
Only Feng Yuan stood by the roadside for a few seconds before squatting down.
Feng Qi thought he was tired and wanted to carry him.
But the little guy stretched out his chubby hand and grabbed a handful of mud.
Feng Qi: “???”
Feng Qi: “Feng Yuan, what are you doing?”
Feng Yuan’s chubby hand was full of mud.
He looked up with his round face, beaming: “Yuan Yuan is playing with mud!”
After hours of exhausting travel and having to get off the vehicle, the adults were feeling worn out.
But the little chubby kid, who had been listless just moments before, was now full of energy again after getting his hands dirty.
Not only did he play by himself, but he also invited the other children to join.
Yu Qingqing was the first to join.
She molded the mud into a small bowl, filled it with dirty muddy water, and offered it to her dad, insisting he drink it.
Yu Yiming looked at the “tea” his daughter handed him, too afraid to drink it.
Seeing his refusal, Yu Qingqing took a sip from the mud bowl herself.
Yu Yiming: “!”
Yu Yiming was horrified and rushed to pry open his daughter’s mouth.
“You reckless child, how dare you drink muddy water!”
Yu Qingqing spat out the muddy water as her father held her mouth open.
Her lips were covered in mud.
Xiao Putao, who was squatting on the ground, watched in stunned silence.
Chen Yang, noticing his own Putao was also molding a mud bowl, quickly preempted:
“Putao, you don’t need to pour tea for Daddy. Daddy isn’t thirsty.”
Feng Yuan watched as the other children made mud bowls to serve water to their fathers.
He snorted, “This water isn’t for drinking.”
Feng Qi felt a wave of relief hearing his son’s remark.
Thank goodness.
His little chubby kid didn’t seem as reckless as the others.
Feng Yuan didn’t make a mud bowl. Instead, he molded the mud into the shape of a poop.
Feng Qi: “…”
Feng Qi looked at his child playing with mud pies and felt that he had been too quick to feel relieved.
Just as Feng Qi was at a loss for words, his child placed a mud pie right beneath him.
“Dad, you pooped.”
The little guy was openly looking for trouble.
Feng Qi glanced at him, his slender, elegant fingers suddenly squeezing the drink bottle.
Feng Yuan: “…”
Feng Yuan instantly remembered that he had used the drink bottle to pee while in the car.
The chubby-cheeked little guy blushed and picked up the mud poop.
He changed his tone: “Okay then, this is Yuan Yuan’s stinky poop.”
A few children were playing with mud. As they played, they ended up fighting.
The cause was Xiao Putao’s mud splashing onto Yu Qingqing.
Yu Qingqing unhappily complained.
Ming Ming, seeing Yu Qingqing muttering, spoke up for Xiao Putao.
As a result, the two of them started arguing.
They both ended up throwing mud at each other.
As they hurled mud, Xiao Putao and Rong Rong, who were nearby, got caught in the crossfire.
Just as the conflict was about to escalate, Feng Yuan stepped forward.
“Alright, alright, stop fighting now. Give Yuan Yuan some face!”
Before his little milky voice had even faded, his chubby face was smeared with mud.
Feng Yuan: “…”
Feng Yuan touched the mud on his face, his little dirty face drooping.
A few seconds later.
Feng Yuan, who had originally intended to mediate, started flinging mud wildly.
The mud he threw was all shaped like poop.
Yu Qingqing, Ming Ming, and even the adults trying to break up the fight were all hit by his mud poop.
At that point, everyone settled down.
After throwing the mud, Feng Yuan, with his dirty little face, huffed angrily: “I told you, give Yuan Yuan some face.”
Yuan Yuan wanted face, not mud.
Feng Qi watched the little one who had single-handedly calmed the situation and remained silent for a moment.
“Kids, everyone, stop playing now. The tractor is here. Let’s get back on the ride!”
Director Li came over to gather the adults and children to continue the ride.
Just then, Rong Rong, who rarely responded to others, handed Feng Yuan a handkerchief.
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