"Entertainment is my [Rebirth]" Jinjiang exclusive release
—Text: Chun Dao Han
Written at the beginning: The copywriting of this article began in December 2018. Weibo has a timeline for self-certification, no prototypes, do not substitute, bow and thank you all.
For a long time after Cen Feng's death, Xu Jiexing had the same dream.
The boy in the dream sat in a closed room and turned a book, the charcoal at his feet burned silently, swallowing the last oxygen. Xu Zhixing stood outside the door, desperately trying to beat the invisible door.
But she can do nothing.
Cen Feng looked up, smiled at her, then threw the book into the brazier, and the flame licked up. Xu Zhixing watched him being swallowed, and then woke up amidst howling and crying, shaking with pain all over his body.
Cen Feng has been away for half a year.
For half a year, the name Cen Feng has rarely been mentioned in the entertainment circle with endless news. Even when he just passed away, his news dominated the headlines of major portals for a whole week, as if the whole world was unfair to him.
At that time, all the friends who knew she liked Cen Feng came to comfort her.
They repeated everything Cen Feng had encountered, not only sympathizing with him, but also sympathizing with his fans. In the end, tell Xu Dixing, look at the beginning, after all, it's just an idol who "you and I have no chance, all depend on me to spend money".
Xu Jiexing, who used to pinch his teeth and claws for Cen Feng, didn't refute anything.
People are always forgetful. The netizens who condemned for Cen Feng disappeared under the interference of capital, and even his fans have new idols. Gradually, Xu Jiexing stopped mentioning him, as if he had never loved a teenager with all his strength.
It's just that sometimes, she was in a daze, and when she reacted, tears flowed all over her face.
A colleague asked her: "Get the stars, what's wrong with you?"
What's up with her
She didn't know, but she felt a pain in her heart empty, like a piece of it had been taken away by a knife.
…
In the evening it started to lightly rain, and Aunt Zhu, the nanny who took care of Xu's father, called over and said, "Stars, do you come back for dinner? I made chicken soup for your dad."
Xu Jiexing dragged the makeup case down the stairs: "Tonight with makeup, the bride’s home is in the suburbs, so I won’t come back. You and Dad will eat together. By the way, Aunt Zhu, the courier box downstairs is purchased by my classmate from abroad. Honey, you take a bowl for your dad, and feed him before going to bed."
Aunt Zhu answered and hung up.
Xu's father has been paralyzed in bed since he suffered a brain stroke seven years ago. In the early years, Xu Diexing personally took care of her. In the past two years, her career has risen, and she has made some money before she hired a nanny for Xu's father.
The rain was not heavy, so she dragged her cosmetic case to the street to take a taxi.
When waiting for the traffic light, a woman holding her child was calling: "I have handed in the second-phase financial statement. How can I change the budget in time? Mr. Chen has passed the approval!"
She was holding the baby and holding the umbrella, her phone could not be held firmly, and she simply put the little girl in her arms down, "This is useless for you to tell me! Why did you go?"
The little girl is three or four years old, holding a yo-yo in her hand. Xu was the rain wet his hands, and the yo-yo rolled out, rolling forward along the zebra crossing.
The little girl fell to the ground to chase the yo-yo. An off-road vehicle not far away honked its whistle and drove up quickly. Her mother was still on the phone. After Xu Zhixing returned to WeChat and looked up, when he reacted, the person had already rushed. Passed.
I only remembered that she pushed the little girl aside, and then she felt a terrible pain in her waist, her internal organs seemed to be shifted, and a sweet smell came to her throat, and then she lost consciousness.
It is said that before death, the people and things that are most important to you will appear in your mind. But for a moment of life and death, Xu Dixing didn't even have time to look back on his whole life, and he died directly.
The screams of the crowd, the crying of children, and the sharp braking sound enveloped this evening after rain.
…
Xu Dixing had a dream.
I dreamed that many years ago, my mother had not died of esophageal cancer, and my father had not gone bankrupt and had a stroke. She leads an enviable and prosperous life and can pursue her dreams without any worries.
I dreamed of the limited edition Barbie dolls in her house, the beautiful clothes she made for the dolls herself, and the gold medal in the youth costume design competition she put on the desk.
I dreamed that she got an offer from the Royal Academy of Art in her third year of high school. Just as she was happily preparing to go abroad to study at a university, her mother found out the advanced stage of esophageal cancer.
His father's venture capital failed and his losses amounted to more than tens of millions. In the end, he couldn't even get the money for his mother's medical treatment. And those relatives who had been pleased with them were all gone behind closed doors at this time, including the second uncle Xu Jia who tricked his father into participating in venture capital.
Xu's father sold the company's assets to treat his mother, but he gave up going abroad, took the college entrance examination, and was admitted to the art and design university in City B.
But my mother's illness was in its advanced stages, and no amount of money could save it. His mother passed away, and his father went bankrupt and was gray-haired overnight. He suffered a stroke and was paralyzed in bed.
That year, Xu Dixing had just turned eighteen.
Already had to provoke all the burdens of the family.
She saw herself walking hard in the mud, and when her classmates of the same age were dealing with love and food travel to chase stars, what she faced was the debt collection of the creditor and the bank loan, as well as the large amount of medical expenses from her father. .
She didn't want to give up her dream of designing. She went to school and worked part-time, and felt tired from breathing out every day.
In the winter of her freshman year, she went home an hour late because she had to hand in her design homework. Her father, who was paralyzed in bed, wanted to drink water.
When Xu Zhixing returned home, her father had already passed out of the pain and was sent to the hospital with a call of 120. The doctor told her that she had a severe burn.
Xu Jiexing remembered that it snowed that night.
She squatted in the corridor of the hospital, holding a stack of expensive medical bills, she cried silently, covering her face.
She can't hold on anymore.
She feels so tired.
She took away the fruit-cutting knife of the aunt next to the hospital bed, and planned to find a place where no one was going to kill her.
There was heavy snow that night and it was very cold. She was sitting on the cold stone steps, crying and pointing the knife to her heart.
Across the street is a building with a huge LED screen.
When the light is on, the tip of the knife will pierce the heart.
Xu Jixing raised his head in the white light, and saw the boy on the LED screen.
He was wearing a white sweater, playing the piano, and his black hair was fine and soft, like a noble and gentle prince, smiling in her direction.
Such a beautiful smile, like a beam of sunlight shining into this dark and cold night, warmed her cold and desperate heart.
People are really amazing creatures. The courage to commit suicide suddenly disappeared. She hurriedly dropped the knife in her hand as if she was frightened, and looked up at the boy playing the piano in a daze.
The picture on the LED screen only lasts for ten seconds. No one knows what kind of power those ten seconds gave her in this cold and desperate night.
The person playing the piano in the screen is called Cen Feng, a star who just debuted, and a gentle and laughing boy.
Cen Feng was the only light in her entire life in those days that could not last.
No matter how difficult the situation is, think about him, and it will pass.
With this beam of light, she has gone through the most difficult years. Although the debt has not been paid off and his father has not healed yet, everything is getting better and everything is full of hope.
Like Cen Feng, her pale and feeble life has been restored to its colorfulness.
She hopes that one day, she can stand in front of Cen Feng with her own work and proudly say to him: Brother, look, I did it.
She wanted to say to him, thank you for showing up, thank you for playing the piano for me, thank you for letting me not give up on myself, and thank you for making me such a self.
But it turned out that this young man who had given her so much hope had already stepped half of his foot into the abyss of death.
How ridiculous.
She shouted every day to protect my brother and our baby, but he didn't even know that he had depression.
But he didn't even see the pain under his strong smile.
Still so selfish, drawing strength from his smile, supporting the illusion of illusion.
What's more ridiculous is that after tearing up this illusion, she couldn't do anything for him except cry and sad.
She will never see Cen Feng again.
The boy whom she had exhausted her life to love.
……
…
"Get the stars? Get the stars! Wake up! Oh my god, are you drooling, my novel! Ah, my Inge! It's all wet by your saliva! You get me up! Get up!"
With a buzzing sound in his ears, Xu Jiexing felt his head heavy, and a fleshy hand patted her face.
"Xu Jiexing! Get me up! This is a new version! Do you know how long I waited in line to get it!"
Why is this noisy voice in her ears so similar to her high school classmate Cheng You
Xu Jiexing struggled and opened his eyes.
For an instant, the light of the evening diffused into the eyes through the glass windows of the classroom.
Chasing classmates in school uniforms, messy desks full of books, crooked aisles, all these strange and familiar memories belong to many years ago.
Xu Jiexing closed his eyes vigorously, then looked at his hand unbelievably, and touched his waist.
Cheng You next to her was still distressed about the new version of "The Temptation of Wolf" she bought in line for several hours, took out a scented tissue paper and carefully dried the water on the page, and then looked over with disgust.
Xu Jixing was still blindfolded, tears in the corners of his eyes were obvious.
Cheng You was happy for a moment: "It's not saliva?! Ah, that's great! Oh no, what's wrong with you when you catch the stars? Why do you sleep and cry?"
Xu Jiexing called out her name with difficulty: "... Cheng You?"
They didn't contact them after graduating from high school. They hadn't called this name for many years. She didn't know if she remembered it wrong.
Cheng You approached suspiciously and poked her in the face: "What's wrong with you? Why are you stupid?"
The class bell rang in my ears.
Cheng You hurriedly stuffed the novel into the desk and took out the books for this class. Xu Zaixing saw a few big words in the book: Mathematics in the first year of high school.
High school
Ten years ago
Is it a dream
Cao Jumei, a high school math teacher stepped on the bell and walked into the classroom. She still looks like herself, perming the popular curly hair, and her voice is thin and sharp, with the rigidity and sternness of a math teacher.
"Sit down for me! Day by day, I'm not thinking about studying! Liu Qingshan! You are talking about you, and you still laugh! Take my legs off! What is the classroom? Do you want to cross your legs? Make you a cup of tea?"
The classroom roared with laughter.
Cao Jumei used the textbook to pat the stage again, and was shocked by the empty chalk dust, "Sit down! Let's start lectures, the book turns to Chapter 2.2, today I learn logarithmic functions."
Swish turning over the book sounded all around.
Cheng You finished reading the book, and saw that Xu Zexing was still stunned. He poked her arm with the pen and lowered his voice: "What are you stupefying? Want to be named by Teacher Cao?"
Xu Jiexing finally awoke a little bit from the confusion.
She opened the book with her fingers stiff, staring at the function formula that had been forgotten for many years, and her heart beat faster.
It's not a dream, it's true.
She went back ten years ago.
Mom hasn't gotten sick yet, Dad hasn't been paralyzed, and the family hasn't gone bankrupt yet.
Cen Feng... is still alive.
The people she loves are still alive.
Everything is too late.
The author has something to say:
It's been a long time since the cuties! I'm back!
This time I bring a rebirth cool article for love. I hope you like it. If you don’t like it, it’s okay. Remember to come to me again next year~!
[Key point]: The copywriting of this article began in December 2018, and today’s opening of the article was confirmed in August of this year, and Weibo has a timeline for self-certification. All settings are for the plot, there is no prototype, no offense.