Rescue Little White Flower

However, on the bridge, the dead souls waiting to cross the bridge slowly moved along with the team with a dazed expression.

Zhao Xingyue suddenly appeared at one end of Naihe Bridge.

The other bank flower by the Wangchuan River gently shakes its petals, as if welcoming her.

Her appearance did not arouse the attention of a dead soul. Instead, Po Meng, who was standing on the other side of the bridge, looked dumb, raised her head and glanced in this direction.

Taking a look at the dead souls team that seemed to be unable to see the margin, Zhao Xingyue raised her foot and walked onto the Naihe Bridge.

Once over, life is helpless.

She walked very slowly, her mind was blank, she had only one name, and she chewed repeatedly in her heart.

Shen Qingwei.

Shen Qingwei.

Shen Qingwei.

Countless faces appeared in her mind. They had different facial features, different eyes, and the only thing that was the same, probably was the full smile looking at her in those similarly shaped eyes.

Standing in front of a big pot, Po Meng was an old man who looked very old.

She crouched and wore a blue cloth, her gray hair was tucked in a headscarf, and a pair of clear eyes were hidden in the wrinkles of her face.

Zhao Xingyue stood in front of her, did not stretch out her hand, just watched Meng Po calmly, scooping bowls of Meng Po soup from the pot and handing them to the dead souls.

The crooked pottery bowls beside the pot seemed to never be used up. One was taken away, and a new one appeared.

No one knows how many years Meng Po has been in the prefecture. Some people say that when the Six Paths were first formed, she stood by the Naihe Bridge and cooked Meng Po soup day after day.

The secrets in this world are always the longer people who live, the more they know.

Zhao Xingyue didn’t know how old Meng Po was or how long she lived, but she knew that if she wanted to ask someone for a secret, she probably knew no one except the Jade Emperor and the Mansion. Know more than Meng Po.

Perhaps the secret they knew was no better than Po Meng.

After all, the palace monarch was cultivated by mortals, and the Jade Emperor was cultivated by mortals, but the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the Naihe Bridge and the Wangchuan River existed before the immortal appeared.

"It's not time yet, don't ask if you shouldn't ask."

Po Meng's voice was hoarse, as if floating from a long distance.

"When is the time?"

A bowl of clear soup was handed to Zhao Xingyue.

She raised her head and drank, and her figure quickly disappeared into the air.

Almost as soon as she walked away with her front foot, a figure slowly appeared from the air.

"She didn't come?"

Po Meng's voice was the same as before, "I didn't come."

Fujun tried his best to purse the corners of his lips, but still couldn't hold back a smile.

"Finally..."

His emotions were light and fluttering, and soon dispersed in the air.

Po Meng raised her head and looked at the other end of the Naihe Bridge. There was no one else in the long queue until the dead souls in the sky.

Her face moved, as if she wanted to make a laugh, but she didn't succeed.

She lowered her head and blinked her eyes, and the clear soup reflected her old face.

The person on the surface of the water slowly curled his lips, revealing a smile she had never laughed.

...

It took Shen Qingwei half a year to walk out of Zhao Xingyue's death.

It's not quite appropriate to say that it is going out. To be more accurate, it should be to return to a normal life.

Restarting work, filming, and even participating in variety shows, pretending that nothing happened, as if everything was the same as before Zhao Xingyue left.

Except for her less and less words, less and less smiles, and the bad habit of starting to smoke.

Shen Qingwei is actually quite unsuitable for smoking.

She is not the kind of person who is addicted to smoking. The happiness that nicotine brings to her is far from enough to dispel the sadness in her heart, but the choking smoke and sore throat make her feel that she is still alive.

She doesn't drink, and she doesn't touch any alcohol.

Her drinking volume has long been different from what she used to be, but she has never touched alcohol-related liquids once after Zhao Xingyue left.

Her nerves are like a tensioned string, she dared not relax at all, for fear that the sudden memory would be like a tsunami that would knock her down and never get up again.

After all, she still has many things left to do.

Like Zhao Xingyue said, she is watching her, so she can't let her down.

Numerous trophies were taken home by her as if she didn't need money. From domestic to international, Shen Qingwei's high production and high quality made her once the most popular actress in the entire entertainment industry.

One year after Zhao Xingyue's death, Yao Fangfang became Shen Qingwei's agent.

He and Zhao Xingyue are not just as simple as the relationship between the agent and the artist.

They had known each other since they were young, and they went to middle school and high school together. Zhao Xingyue spent the most difficult time when he came out with him. The two were not lovers and relatives, but their feelings for each other had long surpassed their lovers and relatives.

For Shen Qingwei, he and Lin Tianwang had the same mood.

Even if she knew that she was not at fault, it was still hard not to blame her for the fact that Zhao Xingyue died for her.

But he finally returned to Shen Qingwei's side.

Zhao Xingyue was able to achieve great achievements at a young age, and he could not get rid of the relationship with Lin Tianwang, but he could not be without his help.

Otherwise, with Zhao Xingyue's bullish temperament, he would have offended a group of people in the entertainment circle and were thrown out. No one can speak well.

He has a pair of keen eyes. When the script is delivered to him, he can predict the commercial value of the script by just looking at it. When the advertising contract is passed to him, the endorsement content and the image of the artist can jump out of his mind in an instant. The degree of fit, the pros and cons are weighed.

With him, Shen Qingwei is just as powerful as a tiger.

No matter how much resentment, when she saw Shen Qingwei as busy as a top, her body was getting weaker, it gradually disappeared.

He persuaded: "You should rest."

"I know."

If you want to say which sentence Shen Qingwei currently uses the most familiar, I probably know.

Yao Fangfang understood what Shen Qingwei meant when she heard it.

Knowing what to do is another matter.

"Ahem--"

Shen Qingwei coughed violently, she took out a cigarette and put it to her lips, ready to light it on herself.

A burst of anger directed at Yao Fangfang's brain for no apparent reason.

He rushed over and snatched the smoke and the lighter. The lighter was thrown far away, but the smoke was stepped on the soles of his feet and crushed several times.

"Shen Qingwei, do you know what you are doing? What qualifications do you have to be self-willed, Zhao Xingyue saved you with his life, why are you not alive?"

Shen Qingwei looked at the unsightly cigarettes being trampled on the ground, and stood up in silence, "I see, I'll go to sleep."

Yao Fangfang felt like he had hit the cotton with a fist.

He wanted to yell at Shen Qingwei and wanted her not to look lifeless all day long. Zhao Xingyue has been walking for almost ten years. Many of the stars of the same period as Shen Qingwei have given birth to their second child. Why can't she get out!

But as long as he mentioned Zhao Xingyue, the response of the other party made him unable to say the rest.

What qualifications does he have to persuade Shen Qingwei to start a new life? Her life was exchanged for Zhao Xingyue's life. Those who should say such things, can say such things, in Yao Fangfang's view, only Zhao Xingyue is alone.

Those of them-whether it is Shen Qingwei's friends or relatives, they are not qualified to say this.

But Zhao Xingyue was already dead.

...

Shen Qingwei was lying on the bed.

It’s not cold until the autumn tiger retreats just after autumn.

The window in the room was not closed, and she put the quilt on her shoulders, but she felt so cold all over, as if lying in an ice cellar.

She hasn't been lying in bed at this time for a long time.

Most of the time, she keeps herself busy enough to sleep while standing before going to bed.

Muscle fatigue will block nerve thinking, making it impossible for that person's memory to penetrate into his brain.

They met in the same season.

She still remembers the dance party, the coat that Zhao Xingyue put on her shoulders, and the scene when she drank and asked for a kiss to Zhao Xingyue late that night.

The face that was once blurred because of drunkenness gradually became clear in her memories over and over again.

She saw the pampering and helplessness in those eyes. She was still not angry after being forced to kiss, but rubbed her head with a smile in her eyes.

She has liked me since then.

Shen Qingwei thought.

Otherwise, why would she pounce on when the chandelier fell? Otherwise, why should she be so good to herself?

She felt that she was really a big fool of Tianzi No.1, Zhao Xingyue was so obvious, she didn't realize it, and thought that the other party was treating everyone so kindly.

Zhao Xingyue is also a bastard.

She is so smart, she must know everything, but she doesn't say anything, just watching her jokes, watching her scratching her heart and liver...

There was an itching in her throat, and she couldn't help but started coughing.

But this time, the cough didn't stop quickly, but it got worse and worse.

She suddenly tasted rust.

Let go, a bright red is particularly conspicuous in the white palm.

"Lung cancer, how can it be lung cancer? Doctor, are you mistaken, how can my daughter get lung cancer?! She is a big star, and she is still making a movie. How can she get lung cancer?"

Mother Shen, who had learned of the sad news, chased after the doctor in disbelief, repeatedly confirming Shen Qingwei's condition.

The doctor has long been accustomed to seeing such family members, even if the patient's identity is a bit special, he still patiently explained to the other side over and over again.

"The patient has advanced lung cancer..."

There is no cure, only the pain can be relieved.

Survival period of up to three months.

"You are satisfied." Yao Fangfang leaned on the door frame, panting heavily. Obviously, he hurried over from somewhere after learning about Shen Qingwei's condition.

Shen Qingwei was wearing a white hospital gown with an infusion bottle in her hand. He was reading a book when he came, and when he heard the question, she raised her eyes and revealed a soft smile.

"Um."

Yao Fangfang almost wanted to hit this face with a punch, his fist was raised high, but it quickly fell.

He hadn't seen Shen Qingwei smile so easily in a long time.

Shen Qingwei outside the play hardly smiles. Even if she laughs, it is no different from the play. It is all acting. For an actor, it is not difficult for an actor to mobilize the muscles on his face to show a "real" smile.

On the contrary, now, after knowing the countdown to her own death, her face showed an unprecedented ease, no panic, no uneasiness, and death seemed to her more likely to be a relief than pain.

Closing the book on her lap, she said, "I've been waiting for a long time."

She has been waiting for such a day since the day Zhao Xingyue left.

Yao Fangfang understood her words, he turned his head to prevent her from seeing his red eyes, "It's good if you are happy."

...

Three months passed like a white horse, blinking.

The cancer cells in Shen Qingwei's body are deteriorating. The severe pain makes her inject high doses of painkillers almost every day. The injection content has already exceeded the scope of drug abuse.

But who would care about a cancer patient.

She cut off all news from the outside world, and refused the visit of most people. She stayed in the ward and had only one thing to do every day-watching the video.

She is extremely grateful for the existence of the Internet. In the vast Internet database, the traces of Zhao Xingyue's existence have become her most effective painkillers.

On the last day of March, she disappeared in the hospital bed.

The haggard mother Shen opened the door and was dumbfounded when she saw the empty bed.

She rushed out of the ward door, grabbed the doctor's white coat, and pleaded bitterly: "Where is Qing Wei, where did you take Qing Wei?"

Surveillance showed that Shen Qingwei left the hospital by herself. She changed into her medical gown, dressed in a sweater with a hat, and even wore a wig, passed through the patrolling doctors and nurses, and left the hospital swaggeringly.

She didn't bring her mobile phone or any possible communication tools, and no one knew where she was.

Yao Fangfang was the first to discover Shen Qingwei.

After receiving news of Shen Qingwei's disappearance, he immediately left his job and drove to a place.

The sky started to rain the moment he stepped out of the carriage. He didn't bring an umbrella, so he could only rush directly into the rain.

Far away, he saw the person leaning on the tombstone, a black umbrella propped on the tombstone, and from a distance, it looked like two people leaning against each other under the umbrella.

He walked over and shouted in the softest voice possible: "Shen Qingwei."

As expected, there was no response.

The smile on the corner of Shen Qingwei's mouth is the most beautiful smile he has seen in the past ten years.

...

Shen Qingwei is dead.

After her death, a piece of audio was suddenly exposed on the Internet.

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

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

"Don't cry, my little girl."

At the same time, a Weibo suddenly sent out a fanwen at regular intervals.

The name is-wait for me.

In the story, the woman who was left in the world by her lover for ten years finally saw her beloved in a white light at the last moment of her life.