Baby Serendipity: The Whole World Fell In Love With Me
Chapter 467 - 466: The Small Fishing Village is Like a Monster

Chapter 467: Chapter 466: The Small Fishing Village is Like a Monster

Mianmian again entrusted Chu Ye with some words and took out a talisman paper from her small bag to give to Chu Ye, in case he would be unable to hold on until he found her after a sudden shower.

After these preparations, Hu Zhengguo called everyone together, "Alright, everyone’s here, Little Auntie, it’s time to board the plane."

Actually, he had given Mianmian and Chu Ye some time to talk.

So, Hu Zhengguo felt particularly considerate, stroking his goatee and smiling amiably.

When Mianmian heard the urging, she said goodbye to Chu Ye and Yun Ling, and walked over to Charlie’s side.

Charlie was intently watching Yun Ling and Chu Ye, and the Bodyguard Leader had just whispered in his ear about the presence of other armed forces at the airport.

This made Charlie keenly feel that the identities of the mother and son talking to Mianmian might not be ordinary.

However, since the other party was not an enemy, their being out of the ordinary didn’t really matter.

Once everyone had gathered, Hu Zhengguo arranged for all the guests, big and small, to board the plane together.

When Hu Yingying saw Little White Dragon following behind Mianmian, she asked, "Who is this kid?"

Hu Zhengguo replied, "He’s the amateur guest for this issue. Since there’s no one to take care of him, he’s to be taken care of by Little Auntie."

In fact, it was Mianmian who had requested this, insisting on bringing this young man called White Dragon with her to the seaside. So Hu Zhengguo thought about it and arranged for him to accompany Mianmian, eliminating the need to add another adult guest.

After collecting their boarding passes, everyone boarded the plane.

This time, Gu Youyou and Mianmian’s seats were arranged together, avoiding the hassle of changing seats.

The two little girls huddled together and whispered to each other.

Seeing Mianmian and Gu Youyou sitting together, with Charlie beside them, Hu Xiaohong innocently asked Hu Zhengguo, "Why do they sit together if they are not together? Shouldn’t he be sitting with Su Mianmian?"

Hu Zhengguo answered, "Even if White Dragon is with them, they can switch seats. It’s more convenient this way."

Hu Xiaohong stopped talking and just stared at Little White Dragon.

When it was time for the plane to take off, the scenery outside the window began to change as the plane ascended.

The Little White Dragon by Hu Zhengguo’s side turned pale, opened his mouth, but was unable to make a sound.

Noticing Little White Dragon’s condition, Hu Zhengguo thought it was a response to the takeoff and called a flight attendant to give him medicine.

However, Little White Dragon shook his head and refused, rasping out a single phrase, "Mianmian, Mianmian."

He called for Mianmian, and she immediately heard him.

Glancing over and seeing Little White Dragon’s pallor, Mianmian was also frightened and quickly asked if they could switch seats after takeoff.

The flight attendant, thinking that the child was having a strong reaction to the unfamiliar environment and strangers, helped with the seat change.

Mianmian could only say to Gu Youyou, "My friend is sick, we’ll chat again after the flight."

Gu Youyou, though regretful that she couldn’t sit next to Mianmian like before, still got up to move. Little White Dragon was looking so sickly it seemed he might collapse at any second.

After switching seats, Mianmian checked Little White Dragon’s pulse and realized that he had become so frightened that his body was reacting with difficulty breathing.

Mianmian fed Little White Dragon a calming pill and quietly transferred spiritual power into his body. After doing this, Little White Dragon’s color slowly improved, but he still rested his head on Mianmian’s shoulder, their heads close together.

In a soft voice, he said thank you and slowly maintained the position, falling asleep.

No one spoke. Mianmian told Charlie, then she also closed her eyes to sleep.

When she awoke, the plane had already arrived at the city where the fishing village was located.

Staff went to pick up Bai Bai and the others.

Bai Bai arrived, accompanied by a grown-up rooster and hen, as well as Xiaohu, following behind Mianmian.

After disembarking from the plane, everyone quickly transferred to a coach bus.

The bus drove through the city for a while before reaching the outskirts. The outskirts of the coastal city were different from North City, with a wide road and large-leafed trees.

"Do you feel any better?" Mianmian asked the still dazed Little White Dragon.

The Little White Dragon nodded and then shook his head.

The ocean was his homeland, and the closer he got to it, the more his emotions surged. However, he still hadn’t gotten over the discomfort he’d experienced on the airplane, leaving him somewhat panicked.

His eyes were moist, still clinging tightly to Mianmian, as he looked out the window.

Outside, the sea was now in sight.

There were few buildings here, and some showed signs of years of neglect, like houses abandoned long ago. Some windmills turned along the way, with the overall scenery being quite pleasant.

As the window opened, a briny sea breeze blew in.

Smelling the familiar scent, the tears in the Little White Dragon’s eyes finally fell.

He was back—could he find the bodies of his parents and sister? But now, the buildings here had changed and were completely different from his memories.

The Little White Dragon’s face was already delicate and fragile, and when he cried, the crystal tears slid down, making his tender face all the more pitiable.

As he cried, the previously calm sea began to churn fiercely with waves. Not only that, but the clear skies suddenly began to rain.

It started as a drizzle, but as the car approached the coast, the rain grew heavier.

Mianmian gently patted the Little White Dragon’s back.

She knew the Little White Dragon was anxious about returning home. If her mother and father woke up now and they were on their way back to the mountain, she too would want to cry, the kind of crying done at full volume.

So, it was perfectly normal for the Little White Dragon to feel this way.

In the rain, the car stopped in a small village, and everyone got out with umbrellas ready, preparing to check in.

The buildings in the fishing village differed from those inland, their walls blackened from constant dampness. The houses were visibly dilapidated, some even without windows.

Situ Zha’s mouth twitched as he directly asked Hu Zhengguo, "Are we filming here?"

Hu Zhengguo looked at Situ Zha and laughed heartily, "Yes, right here."

By now, it was nearly dark.

In the rain, the entire fishing village took on the guise of a monster as Gu Youyou felt scared for the first time, holding Liu Hui’s hand tightly and not daring to let go.

She glanced at Mianmian and saw that she was still comforting the Little White Dragon, so she pursed her lips and remained silent.

Hu Zhengguo said, "On the first day, it’s too late now. Everyone should draw lots to find a room to sleep in; there are no immediate tasks. We’ll talk about it tomorrow morning."

[I swear, Hu Haohao is pretty decent for doing this. In a place like this, if there were tasks right away, it would be annoying.]

[Hahaha, Hu Haohao may like to stir up trouble, but he’s not totally heartless, especially with the rain coming down now.]

[It’s so strange, the weather was so good just now, and now it’s raining.]

[Does anyone know where this fishing village is? Can we go see the filming site?]

The audience commented after hearing Hu Zhengguo’s arrangement.

By now, the guests were already under the eaves of the closest house, drawing lots under the lamplight.

At Mianmian’s side, Charlie let her pick for herself.

Mianmian randomly grabbed one and saw it was room number 5.

Hu Zhengguo chuckled, "Little Auntie is quite lucky, room number 5 is the best sea-view room, very close to the shore, you’ll definitely like it."

Hu Zhengguo spoke with genuine sincerity.

But as the guests dispersed to their respective houses, the audience realized that ’best’ didn’t really mean good—it just meant that, in comparison with the other five rooms, the one Mianmian had drawn was relatively better.

Otherwise, how could one explain the broken windows and the half-collapsed balcony?