Rescue Little White Flower - Chapter 56

“The one who won the best actress is—” The host deliberately prolonged the ending, creating a sense of suspense, and the camera scanned several candidates, whether it was Zhao Xingyue or Shen Qingwei, they kept it just right. Smile.

If someone observes carefully, it is not difficult to find that the curvature of the corners of their lips are similar to each other.

“Shen Qingwei-and Zhao Xingyue!”

Two unexpected names instantly detonated the audience.

After a moment of stunned, applause flooded toward the two actresses who stood up from their seats.

Zhao Xingyue and Shen Qingwei naturally embraced the people around them and accepted their blessings. Finally, Zhao Xingyue walked to Shen Qingwei and stretched out a hand to her.

Shen Qingwei looked at her, smiled suddenly, and put her hand on her palm.

The wrists of the two of them drooped naturally, hidden between the folds of the long skirts, and Shen Qingwei’s fingers moved slightly and inserted into Zhao Xingyue’s fingers little by little.

Zhao Xingyue tried to pull out her hand. Under the gaze of countless shots, she did not dare to make too much movement. After two failed attempts, she let Shen Qingwei’s movements go.

With a bright smile, the award-presenter delivered the two trophies to their hands.

It is a miracle in the history of film that a crew has two queens, and it is also a supreme honor.

As a senior, Zhao Xingyue gave the first opportunity to give a thank you speech to Shen Qingwei. Shen Qingwei did not give in, but took two steps forward and took the host’s microphone.

“Thank you very much, thank you very much for standing here today, holding the trophy…”

Zhao Xingyue has seen Shen Qingwei on the podium many times, but it was from the camera, or from the audience, for the first time, standing so close.

When she was close, she could see the fine hairs on Shen Qingwei’s face and the twinkling light in her eyes when she spoke.

After a series of thank-you lists, Shen Qingwei suddenly said: “Besides, I also want to thank one person.”

“Thank her for reaching out to me when I was most difficult, thanking her for being…”

Everyone knew who she was grateful for.

Because Shen Qingwei must thank Zhao Xingyue every time she receives an award.

“I am very lucky, I have never been lucky, especially today.”

Zhao Xingyue suddenly anticipated what she was going to say, turned her head, a bit of astonishment appeared in her expression.

“For so many years, I have worked so hard. Apart from paying off my debts, my only dream is probably that one day, I can stand side by side with her in the same place and receive the attention of everyone. I know that I am still far away from her. Distance, thank the organizer, for giving me this opportunity today.”

She turned her head and looked at Zhao Xingyue, her expression shining brightly, just as she had seen in her dream.

She said, “Thank you for making me who I am today.”

Zhao Xingyue opened her arms to her. Before Shen Qingwei could show a smile on her face, she fell to the ground by her.

Something crashed to the ground.

The scene was full of noise.

“Security, security—”

“Help, Zhao Xingyue and Shen Qingwei are still below.”

“What’s the matter, isn’t it absolutely fine?”

Human voices are noisy, but Shen Qingwei can’t hear anything.

In the dust of the sky, she could only see Zhao Xingyue who was pressing on her.

It has been almost ten years since she was rescued last time.

Ten years ago, she stood outside the field in shock, watching the huge chandelier fall on Zhao Xingyue, gurgling blood flowing out of the hole in her head, forming a pool of blood on the ground.

Ten years later, she was lying on the ground, and Zhao Xingyue was pressed on her body, and the blood fell on her face along her cheek drop by drop.

A drop of blood slid across Zhao Xingyue’s chin, and finally fell on Shen Qingwei’s lips. She squeezed her lips and tasted the rust.

“You will be fine, you will be fine…”

Unlike the last time it was just a chandelier that was in disrepair, what fell this time was a whole row of lamps.

Blood quickly flowed from Zhao Xingyue’s body. Shen Qingwei only saw drips of red blood. In fact, the place where the two of their bodies met was already wet with blood, and more blood was still running down the clothes, constantly Flowing down.

If Shen Qingwei is willing to reach out and touch the ground, it is not difficult to find the slippery feeling in the dust.

Zhao Xingyue put her arms on Shen Qingwei’s ears, trying to support a small space for her. Hearing Shen Qingwei’s voice, she tried to smile, “Don’t be afraid.”

But what she said was really unconvincing, especially when she said it in a tone that could go away at any time.

The pain from her body made Zhao Xingyue, who had not been sober for this period of time, very clear.

She stared at the girl under her.

She doesn’t look very good, her eyes are like two springs, tears are constantly flowing out, her big brown eyes are washed clean and transparent with tears, and the fear and panic inside appear naked in front of her. .

“Ayue, Zhao Xingyue, are you stupid? Are you stupid? What are you doing over here–“

Zhao Xingyue curled her lips, as if she was saying an unimportant thing, “Because you are there.”

“Do you know this is dangerous! You can get away with it!”

Zhao Xingyue watched her without speaking.

Shen Qingwei clenched her lips: “… fool.”

“I’m very fortunate that I took you to see the fireworks that night, otherwise this promise will be owed to the next life.”

“Stop talking, stop talking.”

“You can do better than I expected, Shen Qingwei, keep going and I will watch you just like before.”

“Do not……”

“Don’t cry.”

How can I not cry.

Shen Qingwei’s eyes were like a reservoir with the gate opened at this time, and couldn’t stop the tears rushing out.

She actually didn’t want to cry, she didn’t want her tears to blur her sight, so that she couldn’t see Zhao Xingyue’s expression at this time.

Suddenly, she felt a soft touch gently touching her cheek.

“Don’t cry, my little girl.”

…

The obituary about Zhao Xingyue quickly spread throughout the Internet.

I clicked on Weibo, and the hots are almost all people who miss her, fans, colleagues, people I know, and people I don’t know. Around Zhao Xingyue, everyone has endless topics to discuss.

For many people, death will bring their fame to a peak in an instant.

This is the case for Zhao Xingyue.

The only person who is still silent is Shen Qingwei’s Weibo.

There are no advertisements, no words, just like the owner has abandoned this Weibo, half a month after Zhao Xingyue left the world, there is still no word coming out of this Weibo account.

Someone scolded Shen Qingwei in the comment area, saying that she had no conscience and Zhao Xingyue rescued her, but she didn’t want to pay a tribute to her.

Someone found an excuse for her, saying that she was overly sad, so she chose to remain silent.

Shen Qingwei knew nothing about the ups and downs on the Internet.

She shut herself in the room and refused all visits. She did not appear at Zhao Xingyue’s funeral, as if this could deny the news that the person had died.

How could she die?

Shen Qingwei thought, the last time she pushed herself away from under the chandelier, she obviously shed so much blood, but after a few days, she still appeared in front of her alive.

She swiped WeChat again and again, hoping that the opposite party would suddenly send a red envelope of congratulations, congratulating her on gaining another queen.

but no.

No mailbox.

Weibo does not.

Nowhere.

Zhao Xingyue’s death, while pushing her fame to the pinnacle, also erased the record of her existence a little bit.

The more people miss her, the more Shen Qingwei can recognize that she is gone.

She is now very afraid of night and sleep. When she dreams, she seems to be back under the cramped light stand and back to the small safe space that Zhao Xingyue has circled for her.

She heard her say, “Don’t cry, my little girl.”

Then the picture turned and became the scene when everyone lifted her up.

A broken iron rod was inserted into her chest obliquely from the back, and a lot of blood was gushing from this place. In contrast, the wound on the head could only be called a minor injury.

She had lost consciousness and closed her eyes tightly, but before being pushed into the emergency room, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked in her direction.

Those eyes were so soft that she had never seen them before.

There is encouragement, and there are others.

She knew what Zhao Xingyue wanted to say–

Live well, I am watching you.

But without her, how can she survive?

She is like a person living in the desert. The only goal for her advancement is the shining oasis not far away. The obsession in her heart drives her to pursue the oasis. However, a sandstorm blows her and her oasis is gone. In the desert, she couldn’t find the way forward.

As she said at the award ceremony, since the age of twenty, her life has been divided into two parts.

Part of it is used to pay off debts and to get rid of the past.

Second, the other part is used to pursue, pursue the future, the future where Zhao Xingyue exists.

She always tells herself that it’s still early, don’t worry, one day, one day, when she stands in the same position as Zhao Xingyue, she can confess to her openly and ask her to share her life. .

But no one knows which one will come first, accident or tomorrow.

Shen Qingwei’s accident came first.

Tomorrow is frozen at a certain moment in the past and never comes again.

…

In the morning of Ching Ming, when the sky was still dark, it began to rain lightly.

When Shen Qingwei arrived at Zhao Xingyue’s cemetery, it was only a few minutes past eight.

But someone came earlier than her.

Seeing the familiar back, Shen Qingwei’s body stiffened. The person she was most afraid of facing during this time was Lin Tianwang.

Zhao Xingyue is his only daughter. She has seen Zhao Xingyue playing and acting like a baby to Lin Tianwang, and she also understands Lin Tianwang’s love and connivance for this daughter.

She hesitated for a long time before she said: “Uncle Lin.”

“I actually don’t like you very much.”

Lin Tianwang suddenly spoke.

Shen Qingwei lowered her eyes, her gaze fell on the tombstone. In the black and white photo, Zhao Xingyue was pursing the corners of her lips, raising her chin slightly, revealing an arrogant smile.

It really looks like a little bastard. she thinks.

“From the very beginning, Ayue showed extraordinary attention to you.” His words made Shen Qingwei’s heart beat.

But Lin Tianwang did not continue. He turned his head and looked at her with long and narrow phoenix eyes similar to Zhao Xingyue. There was thick ink rolling in Shen Qingwei’s incomprehension, “But I hope you live well and don’t let Ah Yue down. Expectations of you.”

Is this… comforting her?

He left after speaking, without giving Shen Qingwei any chance to talk.

Shen Qingwei held the umbrella. After he left, she walked to Zhao Xingyue’s tomb and placed the umbrella on the tombstone.

The fine rain fell down her clothes, and Lin Tianwang’s unexpected words quickly found the reason for her.

Apart from this smiling little bastard, who can make Lin Tianwang say such comforting words after experiencing the pain of bereavement.

She closed her eyes, leaning on the tombstone, “Asshole…”

She obviously wanted to go with her, but she was forced to stay in this world by what she said.

asshole.