SYNOPSYS:

After contracting a rare disease, Min Shu decided to enjoy life with the little time he had left. First, he studied abroad, traveling to Canada, the northernmost part of the continent. Knowing he wouldn’t live long, Min Shu became especially daring. In his second semester, he immediately signed up for a tour to Greenland, the world’s largest island.

During the trip, he became so engrossed watching a little seal that he lost track of his tour group and was left alone on the island.

Min Shu was shocked and immediately went to find the ship returning to Canada. However, he was told that today was the last day before the freezing and navigation ban period, and no ships would return to the mainland until the following spring.

Min Shu: “…”

# Who understands, fam, I came to study abroad, not for exile #

But since things were this way, Min Shu decided to take things as they came and focus on surviving first.

Due to unknown reasons—perhaps the air in Greenland was too pure, or the temperature was too low for bacteria to breed—Min Shu’s rare disease surprisingly did not relapse.

He stayed on Greenland for a long time. However, when spring came the following year, the ship connecting the island and the mainland did not arrive.

Min Shu had no choice but to continue living with the few Inuit locals. He stayed until he even learned their language, but the ship still hadn’t arrived.

Worried about his visa expiring, Min Shu specially hiked over mountains to find the island’s only post office, sending letters to the local government, but he never received a reply.

He couldn’t keep freeloading off his neighbors, so to earn money, Min Shu picked up the traditional skill of the old immigrants—opening a Chinese restaurant.

His Chinese restaurant became hugely popular among the Inuit, who otherwise enjoyed the devil’s cuisine known as kiviak. His business boomed until many years later, when the last elderly indigenous grandmother passed away, and Min Shu lost his final customer.

Min Shu: “Oh, well.”

Without customers, Min Shu fell into a routine of cooking a full Manchu Han Imperial Feast for himself every day + wandering around Greenland looking for other tribes to try and attract customers to his Chinese restaurant. Every day, Min Shu would go to the long-abandoned port, stare wide-eyed at the plump seals by the sea, thinking he might as well swim across himself instead of waiting for a boat.

A long time passed. Just when Min Shu was about to give up searching for people, the Chinese restaurant suddenly welcomed a guest.

That day, a heavy blizzard swept across Greenland. Min Shu’s Chinese restaurant was the only place with light on the entire island. He was holding a bag of melon seeds, sitting in his small shop, happily re-watching the Spring Festival Gala from who knows how many years ago. As he was laughing uncontrollably at a classic skit, he suddenly saw a small black dot appear in the snowstorm.

The black dot grew larger, drawing closer. It walked through the snow, eventually taking the form of a man.

He wore a military cap, and his dark fur cloak billowed in the strong winds. His military boots stamped on the thick snow, walking with a fierce presence right up to the front of the Chinese restaurant.

Then he lifted his head. His pitch-black eyes peered out from under the cap’s brim. Upon seeing the three crooked characters “Chinese Restaurant” on the building he mistook for a lighthouse, he was stunned.

Min Shu also never expected to see a living person again. He forgot to crack his melon seeds, staring at the tall man in front of him. It took him a moment to manage one coherent sentence:

“Bro, want to eat?”

After welcoming Wei Changchuan into the restaurant, Min Shu learned that the outside world had been destroyed.

Min Shu: “Huh? Then what about my visa?”

Wei Changchuan: “…Visa issuance stopped several years ago.”

Min Shu was horrified: “That won’t do! I can’t be an illegal resident!”

At that moment, Wei Changchuan had just finished a hot bowl of freshly stir-fried vegetarian zajang noodles and looked completely satisfied. He lifted his head and motioned to Min Shu with a hand wrapped in a black glove:

“Go get your passport.”

Min Shu scurried off to get his passport. Wei Changchuan looked at the now-out-of-print booklet in his hand, pulled a stamp from his bag, and stamped it:

“Done.”

He handed the passport back to Min Shu:

“The Supreme Global Commander approved your visa.”

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