Woke Up, the Actor Picked Up the Cub - Chapter 134

The blood-stained diary did not disappear, just like the wound on his wrist.

Qin Ke returned to the ancestral hall of Bailou and wrote Duan Congzhi’s name in his blood on the empty family tree. He was a little sluggish in his writing, but he finally left Duan Congzhi’s name.

Although the world is against him, he also seems to have a small bargaining chip.

Wei Ruqiu gets busier and busier, and Wei Zhizhi sometimes comes to Qin’s house.

Although Qin Ke asked Wei Zhizhi to come to the Qin family, he seldom saw him, but he paid close attention to him silently. On Wei Zhizhi, the shadow of Duan Congzhi appeared occasionally.

When he ate glutinous rice balls, he knew he wanted to keep a portion of the glutinous rice balls. The first time he entered the study, Wei Zhizhi stared at the corner for a long time, and Qin Ke asked him what he was looking at.

He returned to his senses, hesitating and said, “I always think there should be something there.”

“what.”

Wei Zhizhi also felt that his thoughts were a little strange. Why would there be a sofa in the study, but Uncle Qin asked him, and he said, “The sofa and soft pillows.”

Qin Ke nodded.

Except for Qin Ke’s memory, the only place Duan Congzhi exists seems to be Wei Zhizhi, he knows something that only Congzhi should know.

Is there really a reincarnation in this world? Why is the trace of his existence disappearing?

There are more books on physics and philosophy on Qin Ke’s desk.

Wei Zhizhi came up with a whim and said that he was going to learn kung fu. Wei Ruqiu also felt good, so he enrolled him in a Sanda class. When Wei Zhizhi came across, he changed his mind and said, “I’m going to the Homologous Martial Arts Center.”

Wei Ruqiu asked him: “Where is the Martial Arts Hall of the Same Origin?”

Wei Zhizhi was taken aback for a moment: “I don’t know.”

Wei Ruqiu didn’t think much, just when he heard it from, he went to inquire about the location of the Martial Arts Hall of the Same Origin.

Wei Zhizhi knew it was not. He didn’t just woke up after falling into the water. He was twelve years old, and now he can distinguish his memories.

Although his childhood memories are blurred, he still has the impression that autism is rarely cured, but he is inexplicably bettered. This may be a miracle. The doctor can’t tell why, and Wei Ruqiu doesn’t want to go into it.

He knew that he rarely took the initiative to pay attention to the world before, but he remembered everything he saw in his heart. He did not remember that he had been to the Martial Arts Hall of the Same Origin or where he had heard it.

This is like a word that popped up suddenly.

Anyway, Wei Ruqiu took him there.

Wei Zhizhi stared at Duan Yun for a while, not because he looked good, but for the same reason as Uncle Qin. He felt very kind, and Duan Yun asked him, “What is your name?”

Wei Ruqiu looked at him and asked him to speak for himself. Wei Zhizhi said, “My name is Wei Zhizhi.”

Duan Yun had a moment of wonder, squeak…

Duan Yun did not accept disciples, and it was Duan Chenfang who accepted Wei Zhizhi.

Duan Chenfang is very clear that not everyone has the talent to practice martial arts. Most of the martial arts students in the martial arts hall are ordinary people. The small brothers are a minority, but Wei Zhizhi is also a minority.

He doesn’t seem to be able to control his body. It is obviously a very basic exercise, and he can fall to the ground.

Duan Chenfang wanted to say something but stopped, and finally said euphemistically: “You may not be very suitable for martial arts.”

Wei Zhizhi didn’t speak, he actually didn’t like it, but he always felt that he should learn.

Wei Zhizhi himself didn’t know what was going on. He wanted to imitate the master’s actions, but he always tried another more difficult action unconsciously. For example, Duan Chenfang taught him to kick his legs. He always felt that he could fly. Did not fly, but fell very solidly.

After falling heavily to the ground again, Wei Zhizhi’s brain was blank for a moment. He suddenly became frightened. Isn’t he really controlled by something?

This time, his ankle was severely injured and he needed to recuperate for two months.

Wei Ruqiu never allowed him to go to the martial arts gym again. Wei Zhi knew that he wanted to go, but he didn’t know why he was relieved. After he recovered, he started to learn to dance.

Qin Ke asked him why he was injured. Wei Zhizhi said embarrassedly: “I can’t help but want to do other actions.”

Wei Zhizhi whispered: “I don’t want to learn anymore.”

Qin Ke did not judge, just nodded.

When Wei Zhizhi was in his third year of high school, his classmates were preparing for the college entrance examination, but he began to pay attention to idol recruitment. He wanted to make his debut as a star, but Wei Ruqiu disagreed.

“What about your college entrance examination.”

“I can take an art exam.”

Wei Ruqiu disagreed, Wei Zhizhi whispered: “Mathematics is too difficult, I can’t learn it.”

Art exams can have lower requirements for cultural courses.

Wei Ruqiu couldn’t help him. Wei Zhizhi’s mathematics scores were very unstable. Most of the time, he was at the passing level. However, occasionally he would make the last question that was extremely difficult, so that the teacher agreed that he was very talented, but The foundation is not solid, and he always says that he is not serious enough.

Wei Ruqiu knew that Zhizhi was actually very serious.

She sighed. Wei Zhizhi is very talented in painting. If he says he wants to study fine art, Wei Ruqiu will agree, but being a star… Wei Ruqiu doesn’t want him to go this way. The entertainment circle is too close to the capital circle. Up.

She hated the Wei family deeply.

Wei Ruqiu has always loved Wei Zhizhi, but this time she never let go, so Wei Zhizhi went to Qin Ke.

He inexplicably felt that Qin Ke would meet all his requirements.

Wei Zhizhi played a long time in the belly draft, but when he saw Qin Ke, what he said became: “Uncle Qin, I want to be a star. That’s the kind of cool, flying martial arts star.”

Qin Ke looked at him for a while, and after so many years, he could clearly distinguish which were Wei Zhizhi’s thoughts and which belonged to Congzhi.

This is what Congzhi wants.

He said, “That’s an actor.”

Wei Zhizhi has become accustomed to his inexplicable words, and he rounds back without changing his face: “I like singing and dancing. I can make my debut and become an actor later.”

Congzhi can’t sing.

None of them spoke. Wei Zhizhi was used to his silence. He always felt that Uncle Qin was seeing others through him.

Uncle Qin occasionally felt melancholy. After a while, he asked, “My mother disagrees, Uncle Qin, can you help me?”

Qin Ke nodded, and Wei Zhizhi got his wish and entered an entertainment company to participate in the talent show.

Several roommates who lived with him knew that Wei Zhizhi had an uncle who was kind to him.

When Qin Ke went to the cemetery for the last time, it was only himself.

He didn’t take the driver, and the glutinous rice **** also left. Now he was beside Duan Congzhi. That was the only time Qin Ke opened the tombstone to confirm.

Congzhi is still there.

Duan Congzhi raised glutinous rice **** when he was 16 years old. At that time, he said: “It’s a shame that there is nothing to raise for such a large piece of grass in the house.”

After thinking for a few days, Duan Congzhi said he wanted to raise alpacas.

Of course the Qin family would not raise such spitting creatures. Duan Congzhi changed his mouth: “Then raise a shepherd dog.”

I don’t know what the shepherd dog has to do with the alpaca, anyway, soon after Qin Ke nodded, the dumplings arrived home.

One of Duan Cong’s first thoughts was about Bian Mu, but then he saw glutinous rice **** and brought it back to the Qin family.

The day the glutinous rice **** arrived home, they were making glutinous rice **** at home.

The puppies were fed from their mothers. Although they were a bit earthy, they had a round belly and very cute, so they were called glutinous rice balls.

Tangyuan also really likes to eat glutinous rice balls. Every time he cooks glutinous rice **** at home, he will prepare a meat dumpling with basically no seasoning.

If Congzhi was still there, he would be in his early thirties now.

Tangyuan was already very old when he left, and his appetite was not as good as before. He also lost a few teeth, and his exercise was greatly reduced. He seldom played Frisbee, but Qin Ke would still keep up when he came to the cemetery every week.

The last time he came, it struggling to get on the car, and when it got out of the car, it staggered. Qin Ke wanted to hug it, so the dumpling yelled softly, urging him.

Qin Ke drew one from the bouquet and gave it to it.

The glutinous rice ball is holding the flower, and its footsteps are unstable. After entering the cemetery, it seems like every time before, the flower that Qin Ke gave to it is placed in front of Duan Congzhi’s tomb.

It rubbed the tombstone as before, slowly circled around the cemetery, and finally returned to the place to get down, and its tail swayed slowly.

But this time, when Qin Ke left, it did not stand up.

Qin Ke had a premonition. Looking back at him, Tangyuan had quietly closed his eyes. Qin Ke placed the glutinous rice **** beside Duan Congzhi.

The few small blades that Duan Congzhi left behind, despite careful maintenance, the last one has become dull.

New and old wounds were intertwined on Qin Ke’s wrist, and all the handwriting on that diary was red. He can collect blood with a smaller wound, but he is afraid he will forget it.

He is afraid that one day, he forgot the original intention of writing the diary, and forgot why he should remember Duan Congzhi. Unforgettable love cannot be recorded by words.

This time, he brought a machete, a gift he gave Duan Congzhi back then.

Wei Zhizhi was called out to take a courier. He always felt that he had forgotten something. What did he forget?

His teammate asked him: “Your uncle gave you a gift again?”

Wei Zhizhi was stunned for a moment, yes, Uncle, Uncle Qin, Wei Zhizhi touched his heart, and his heart throbbed at the thought of Uncle Qin, now extremely calm.

He was a little wondering why he thought he liked Uncle Qin before. Everyone was afraid of Qin Ke, but he seemed to have liked Qin Ke since he was a child.

The inexplicable emotions, like those inexplicable fragments of memories, seemed to be pushing him towards Qin Ke.

And now, everything is gone.

He didn’t even open the things Qin Ke sent him at the first time, but just let it go to dinner with his friends.

A file bag, maybe some letter.

Qin Ke sat down next to the tombstone, just like the old dumplings. Tangyuan’s life is only ten years, but human life is too long, he can’t wait.

He had arranged everything and didn’t want to wait any longer.

Whether it’s true or false, whether it’s because the world has forgotten Duan Congzhi, or Duan Congzhi himself exists only in his imagination,

It’s over.

With blood snaking under his feet, Qin Ke felt that his body temperature was losing, like when Congzhi was leaving him, his face was pressed against Duan Congzhi’s photo, and he gently closed his eyes.

“Tangyuan!” Duan Congzhi yelled, and was awakened by himself.

He opened his eyes, his eyes blank and out of focus. A few seconds later, Duan Congzhi blinked and gradually saw the scene in front of him.

The ceiling, um, a very rich ceiling at a glance.

He rubbed his forehead, what wealth, this is the ceiling that he can see every morning since he was twelve years old.

This is his bedroom.

Duan Congzhi sat up, looked around for a week, then walked to the window and opened the curtains, and glutinous rice **** were running on the grass downstairs. ①