Chapter 43

There were few people on the highway in the early morning, and a silver Volvo was speeding along the road.

This car belongs to the Shanghai branch. Yuan Heng is used to driving off-road, so he always feels inadequate when driving this kind of small car.

Qi Huai, who was sitting in the passenger seat, held onto his seat belt tightly and said calmly, "Boss Yuan, do you feel that the front of our car is a little bit floating?"

Yuan Heng didn't slow down, turned right and stepped on the gas to overtake another car: "Contact the crew again."

Qi Huai contacted the crew before taking off and learned that they would go to the suburbs to shoot exterior scenes for two days. He went to the village and settled down there yesterday.

But after getting off the plane, I received news that due to the continuous plum rain, a mudslide occurred on the nearby mountains. Now the road into the village is blocked and the people inside cannot be contacted.

Qi Huai turned on the speakerphone, and the dial tone came out slowly and continued until the call was hung up, but still no one answered.

"Mr. Yuan, don't worry. Landslides often occur around here and the villagers are very experienced." Qi Huai said.

Yuan Heng stepped on the accelerator almost to the bottom, and the journey of hundreds of kilometers was completed in a flash. They arrived at the village where the accident happened before noon. The sky was gloomy and it began to rain again.

The road to the village is closed and the rescue team has arrived. Yuan Heng slammed the door and got out of the car, walking through the muddy road. Although it was June, the beginning of summer, he felt chilled to the bone.

Qi Huai followed him, taking one step at a time, "Mr. Yuan..."

"Go back," Yuan Heng said, "and wait for me in the car."

The rescue team stopped him and said, "It's very dangerous inside now. You can't go in."

Yuan Heng's Adam's apple rolled and his voice became hoarse. He was well-dressed at the auction, but now he was in a state of embarrassment: "My... lover is in there."

The officer-like man still refused to budge: "I understand how you feel, but..."

"Report!" A lifeguard covered in mud ran out, "The collapsed electric pole in the village caused a fire. It's now on fire."

Fire... Yuan Heng's pupils shrank, and the red bloodshot in his eyes seemed to bleed. In the year when Daliang defeated Shu, the East Palace caught fire, and his king died in a fire.

Yuan Heng suddenly calmed down, even becoming strangely rational, which did not seem like the thinking of a person who had not slept for more than thirty hours. He said to the rescue team members in front of him: "I have a BSR volunteer certificate and have participated in many civilian rescue activities. I have the ability to protect myself. If any accidents occur in there, I will bear the responsibility personally."

The fire broke out again, and the rescue team was already short of manpower, or they had no intention of stopping him, so they waved their hands to let people pass.

Yuan Heng ran wildly along the slippery mountain road and soon arrived at the scene of the accident. The mudslide buried a small area of ​​houses, and wellheads filled with mud and broken tiles could be seen. The rescue team has built a simple bridge on the edge of the cliff, and if you are not careful, you will fall to the bottom of the mountain.

Yuan Heng didn't dare to think about it too much and continued to walk inside, bypassing the dangerous area. Suddenly, there was a flash of fire before his eyes. He saw the broken electric pole, the burning house and straw pile, and... the villagers huddled together and shivering.

Rescue workers were evacuating people to higher ground. When they saw his expensive suit covered in mud and water, they were surprised and asked, "Where are you from? It's dangerous here. Go up."

"Is there anyone else who hasn't been rescued?" Yuan Heng asked.

"We're counting," the other person finally looked him in the eye, "Are you looking for someone?"

Yuan Heng: “Yes.”

"They're all up there." The team member waved and pointed.

The local villagers were indeed experienced. When the rainstorm suddenly intensified at night, they began to organize their evacuation spontaneously. Yuan Heng looked at the figures one by one, and each face was covered with mud, but none of them was Xiao Ziyu.

He shouted, "Xiao Ziyu!"

His voice was hoarse, mixed with the sound of rain and wind. The victims who were close to him looked up at him, but those who were a little further away could not hear him.

He vented his fear: "Xiao Ziyu!"

Yuan Heng ran while shouting. He didn't expect that there were so many people in one village. It was really hard to find them.

Suddenly, he stopped and caught a glimpse of a half-leaning tired figure in his peripheral vision.

It’s Zhou Qilin.

The other party obviously saw him as well, his face full of disbelief. Yuan Heng's throat tightened: "Where's Xiao Ziyu..."

"Yuan Heng?" A familiar voice sounded behind him.

Yuan Heng turned around abruptly. Xiao Ziyu's face was also dirty, his body was covered with mud, and his long hair was a little messy. He did not have any of his usual neatness and tidiness. He looked like a mud monkey that had just climbed out of a pit.

If it were on an ordinary filming set, he would at least make a few sarcastic remarks. At this moment, he moved his lips and said in a low voice: "Are you hurt?"

Xiao Ziyu shook his head, somewhat incredulous. No matter how he looked at it, Yuan Heng looked much more embarrassed than him.

He seemed to be running all the way here, his body was covered with mud, his face was covered with water droplets, and his face, which was carved by knives and axes, became more vivid and three-dimensional in the wind and rain. A drop of water flowed down from his brow, about to flow into his eye sockets. Xiao Ziyu stepped forward and stretched out his fingers to wipe it away.

When he tried to withdraw his hand, someone grabbed his wrist. Yuan Heng asked hoarsely, "Didn't you check the weather forecast?"

Actually, I saw it, but I didn't expect the rain to be so heavy. In the middle of the night, the experienced director Yang realized something was wrong and woke them up room by room. The villagers had already started to move, so they followed the main force and climbed to higher places.

It was not until dawn that a loud noise was heard at the foot of the mountain, shaking the ground. Everyone huddled together, no longer caring about the rain, and only felt a lingering fear.

"Yuan Heng." Xiao Ziyu pulled his hand back, a little anxious, "There are others."

Yuan Heng ignored him and just stared at him.

Since just now, Yuan Heng has been thinking in his mind, what will he do if that person leaves him again?

He hadn't been able to come to a conclusion until he saw Xiao Ziyu appear unharmed. Losing was no longer an option for him.

The grievances of the two lives finally settled in a drizzle, and Yuan Heng had to admit to himself that even if Xiao Ziyu once wanted to kill him, he could not help caring about Xiao Ziyu.

Reincarnation with memories is an extremely painful thing. Ever since he could remember, he often dreamed of killing people with his hands covered in blood, or running wildly in the huge palace and couldn't find a way out. The most terrifying thing was the fire. He lost part of his soul in the orange sky.

Over a long period of time, most of the memories gradually returned, but a blank space was left in the middle. He couldn't remember what he had lost no matter how hard he tried. If he kept thinking about it for too long, the headache that followed him like a shadow would start to haunt him and drag him into the nightmare of his past life.

There is always a hand in his dreams, gently comforting him. Who is that person?

Yuan Heng endured the headache and dug deep into his memory. The hand was long and slender, but the blood vessels were faint, revealing a sickly paleness. He closed his eyes and let someone caress him, but a sharp soft sword suddenly appeared in his hand...

This was an unfamiliar scene. Yuan Heng was a little dazed. He watched the hand raise and the sword fall, and the tip of the sword pierced into his chest!

The area at the heart exploded with severe pain, which suddenly overlapped with the memories of the previous life!

Yuan Heng held his temples tightly and struggled to roll off the chair. He remembered everything.

He thought of the owner of that hand, who first taught him to love and then taught him to hate. Then, when he became neither human nor ghost, he suddenly passed away.

He will search the heavens and the earth to find that person.

Yuan Heng remained polite and courteous on the surface, but his inner ambition continued to grow.

What he despised most in the past was Yuan Qia'an's defensiveness. He would rather leave Yuantai and start his own business than be controlled and restricted by him. But now he realized that this was far from enough, because he was no longer alone. Relying on his own strength, he would never be able to find Xiao Ziyu even if he struggled in the entertainment industry for his entire life.

So he took the initiative to withdraw and returned to Yuantai. She bowed her head and was willing to wear the shackles, acted virtuous and filial in front of the old man, and pretended in front of the director. She put aside the ridicule and contempt, just to use Yuan Tai's power to find him.

He found Qingyun Temple and found the monk who had followed him in the past. Everything in the world follows cause and effect. The monk calculated for him that in three months Xiao Ziyu's soul would be reincarnated into the body of this life.

Yuan Heng did not believe in God in his previous life, and he still does not believe in God in this life. But Xue Jinling prayed to the Buddha and showed him Xiao Ziyu's photo, which was like closing the last wheel of fate, and his past and present life were perfectly connected from then on.

Xiao Ziyu sensed something was wrong. Yuan Heng's hands were always warm, but now they felt wet and cold.

He led Yuan Heng into the tent and dried his messy short hair first, but he couldn't change his clothes.

"You were still in France yesterday." Xiao Ziyu said softly.

Yuan Heng whispered, "Yes, I just got back this morning."

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Xiao Ziyu tore open his coat and used a towel to soak up the rain water accumulated at the collar. A small square box rolled out during the movement.

He picked it up and returned it to Yuan Heng. The other party didn't answer, "See if you like it."

Xiao Ziyu opened the box and found a sapphire necklace inside. The thin platinum chains were intertwined with each other, shining with fine silver light in the black velvet. The egg-shaped surface of the gemstone was smooth and the inside was transparent. Even though Xiao Ziyu was a layman, he could tell that it was worth a lot of money.

He stared: "Is this the stone you mentioned?"

Yuan Heng said: "Diamonds are too bright, pearls are too soft, only this sapphire can barely bring out your beauty."

Xiao Ziyu's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't tell whether this was a serious remark or another joke from him. "This is too valuable. I can't accept it."

Yuan Heng: "More than half of the items at the auction were more expensive than this."

Xiao Ziyu felt something in his heart was slowly being conquered. He quickly covered the gap between them again and said, "You know I'm not talking about its value. It's just a marriage agreement. There's no need for Mr. Yuan to spend so much money."

Yuan Heng looked at him and said bluntly: "Xiao Ziyu, I flew for fourteen hours today, braving the mudslide to come to you, and was almost buried at the foot of the mountain. Do you still think that we are just in a marriage agreement?"

Xiao Ziyu was guarding his shaky bottom line, his heart beating like a drum. For the first time, he realized that he had been too indulgent after his reincarnation, and he always failed to stick to his principles when facing Yuan Heng.

He should have retreated, but he unconsciously chose to advance.

The jewel necklace in his hand became hot, and he subconsciously wanted to throw it away, but Yuan Heng took a step forward and wrapped his big hand around the back of his hand, and the two of them held the stone tightly together.

Xiao Ziyu's mouth was dry: "I..."

"Don't you want to know why I gave you this necklace?" Yuan Heng blocked his way, and without waiting for Xiao Ziyu to break free, he lifted his chin and kissed him.