The cheongsam was still the same cheongsam.

Yue Dingtang didn't even take a close look at it just now.

Before Yue Chunxiao went abroad, her cheongsams were custom-made according to the latest styles and patterns for each season, all of which had to be at the forefront of fashion in Shanghai. Compared to her luxurious and colorful cheongsams, the one in front of her was really unremarkable.

But Yue Dingtang seemed to suddenly discover its beauty.

The light blue color was like the blue after the rain, particularly clear and bright.

The orchid was elegant, embroidered on the cheongsam, adding a touch of elegance to the garment.

Perhaps, the most important thing was the person wearing the cheongsam.

Ling Shu's expression was a bit awkward.

But even if it was awkward, it couldn't stop others from being amazed. 

He was tall and thin, and it was difficult for Old Yuan to find a cheongsam that would fit Ling Shu perfectly. 

But with a little adjustment at the waist with a safety pin, it made people overlook his naturally masculine and tough appearance, and instead focus on his face.

Yue Dingtang knew he was handsome, but only now did he truly realize it. 

It was like a burst of fireworks in the night sky, fleeting but leaving a lasting impression in his mind.

As time passed and they traveled on their journey, countless stories played out in their lives. 

But in the end, only the person in front of him was real.

Yue Dingtang had once felt regret, doubt, worry, and even tested Ling Shu. But in the end, after seeing him again in the secret passage and confirming that they had both survived the ordeal, nothing else seemed to matter. 

As long as this person was still alive, everything would be okay and the light would shine again.

"This won't work," suddenly said Yue Dingtang.

"It's too conspicuous and could easily attract the attention of petty criminals. If we're being watched, we'll have to figure out a way to deal with it, which would be even more troublesome. We need to keep a low profile and avoid any trouble along the way."

Old Yuan rubbed his chin, thinking that Yue Dingtang had a point.

"But he's already so good-looking and delicate. If we make him look ugly by painting his face black, it might draw even more attention to his tall stature. That wouldn't be a good thing either." 

Yue Dingtang said, "You don't have to deliberately make him look ugly, but you can make him look a little fatter, widen his forehead, darken his skin tone, make his eyebrows darker, and skip the lipstick."

"I'll give it a try!" Old Yuan had a sudden idea. "Oh, right, glasses!"

He bent over and rummaged through his things.

"Strange, where did I put my glasses?"

"Will this pair work?" Yue Dingtang took out a silver-framed pair of glasses from his pocket and handed them over.

He was a little nearsighted, but not too much. He usually wore glasses out of habit, but today, in order to play the role well, he took them off and put them on his body.

Old Yuan turned around and took a look. "No, too fashionable!"

Yue Dingtang: ...

Old Yuan continued to search, not even lifting his head. 

"Silver-framed glasses would make you stand out even more. I want to make you less noticeable, but not too obvious... Ah-ha!"

He rummaged through his belongings and pulled out a pair of black-framed glasses, handing them to Ling Shu.

"Quickly, try them on!"

Ling Shu replied, "Why do I feel dizzy when I put them on?"

"That's normal. These are the old master's reading glasses," said Old Yuan.

Ling Shu was at a loss for words.

"In times of urgency, we must make do with what we have. Just pull them down a bit and use your peripheral vision. Don't stare at the lenses. You can take them off when there's no one on the train."

With discomfort in his eyes, Ling Shu had to squint slightly. 

Behind the black-framed glasses, he lost some of his brightness and sharpness, making him less eye-catching.

Old Yuan then adjusted his wig and tied it up, making him look like a cultured woman who had received an education. 

"When the time comes, we'll say this: we're heading to Beijing and you, as my niece, will come along and settle in the city with me," he pointed to Yue Dingtang. "As for you, you've already received a job offer from a certain middle school and are preparing to teach."

His finger then moved to Ling Shu: "Your family is a scholarly one, and you've also received an education. You and your husband will take care of the household together."

Ling Shu:...

He was sure he had fallen into a pit.

And he couldn't climb out for the time being.

Ling Shu gave up trying to resist and said coolly, "So, I'll be pretending to be mute on this journey, or what?"

Old Yuan waved his hand, "It's up to you. Just don't reveal any flaws. Put on your coat and don't show your Adam's apple. Oh, and earrings, you haven't put on earrings yet!"

Ling Shu replied, "I've already said it before, I'm not getting my ears pierced. There are women who have been to school who don't get their ears pierced." 

Old Yuan said, "Although you have attended school, you still have some traditional tendencies. Otherwise, you wouldn't be wearing such a long cheongsam. Don't worry, I have prepared ear clips that don't require ear piercing. I wear them myself."

After speaking, he took out a pair of pearl ear clips, lifted his delicate fingers, and clipped them onto his ears. 

He looked at himself in the mirror and said with satisfaction, "That's it. Now it's your turn."

Ling Shu: ...

Yue Dingtang also made some changes under Old Yuan's guidance. 

He suppressed his noble temperament as much as possible and tried to blend in with the common people.

He replaced his melon hat with another hat, but still maintained his gentle and refined demeanor. 

It could be considered as acting true to his nature.

Time was of the essence, so the three of them quickly packed their belongings and set off down the mountain. 

They spent some silver as bribes, made use of the name of the Jin family. Then with the pass given by Deputy Mayor Jin, they easily entered the city.

Someone from the Jin family was already waiting for them at a small gate. 

It was a relief that Deputy Mayor Jin didn't personally greet them, otherwise it would have raised suspicion.

The two people who traveled with them had the surname Jin, but they were actually Han Chinese. One was around 50 or 60 years old, and the other was younger but still in their 30s or 40s. 

After some discussion, Old Yuan pretended to be Old Jin's wife, and Little Jin pretended to be Old Jin's nephew. This way, all five of them were related by blood or marriage.

It was almost time, so the five of them took a car to the train station, while the coffin was transported in a separate carriage behind them. 

Under the arrangement of Deputy Mayor Jin, the coffin was placed alone in a separate carriage, right behind Ling Shu and his companions' third-class seats. 

Generally, people would avoid it like the plague and wouldn't go out of their way to search for it.

Everything went smoothly. Ling Shu and his companions each carried a suitcase, just like any other traveler leaving home. 

They were in a hurry and weighed down by heavy thoughts until they finally sat down and breathed a sigh of relief.

There is no assigned seating on trains these days, it's first come, first served. 

Ling Shu and his friends arrived early and purposely chose seats near the end of the carriage, close to the freight compartment.

Old Jin took out a few apples and shared them with everyone. "Come on, quench your thirst first. I brought plenty, so tell me if you want anything to eat on this journey."

Little Jin was a humorous and playful person, and upon hearing this, he joked, "Uncle, how about a full course Chinese banquet?" 

Old Jin laughed heartily and pointed to himself, "There may not be a full course Chinese banquet, only this full-blooded Chinese old man!"

Outside the window, several well-dressed people surrounded a man wearing a top hat and hurriedly walked by, as if heading towards a first-class carriage.

Ling Shu seemed to sense something and muttered to himself, "I hope it's not that Mr. Song who's also on our train."

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Yuan and Yue Dingtang almost simultaneously shouted, "Shut up!"