Chapter 484: Little Crybaby, How Could Big Brother Forget You?

Why did he know the name "Shen Xiuli"? Who is Shen Xiuli?

Bai Qiujing stared closely at the man in front of him. To test the doubts in his heart, he called out, "Chen Xiuli."

The man really turned his head, and then the expression on his face changed from surprise to horror in a second.

…….

Shen Xiuli only heard someone calling him, turned his head and took a closer look, and his whole face turned pale in an instant.

No matter what, Bai Qiujing is the most popular actor online. Even if he doesn't go online, he knows him.

He was frightened once when he saw Bai Qiujing on the screen. As soon as he saw his face, his prosthetic right hand felt painful reflexively.

But he investigated the person who chopped his hand and found out that he was a fool in the orphanage named Bai Qiu. He had disappeared for a long time and had been treated as dead by the police.

Although Bai Qiujing looks very similar to Bai Qiu, he is not stupid and can act in movies. His background is so powerful that it cannot be found. Such a person has nothing to do with the fool in the orphanage.

Another thing to mention is the difference in temperament between the two people.

Don't underestimate temperament. Once the temperament changes, the whole person will change. It is normal that you can't tell the difference at first. There are also some differences between what you see in the camera and what you see in reality.

Ever since Shen Zhichu's death, Shen Xiuli had considered the chopped-off right hand a punishment. Compared to what Shen Zhichu had endured, including imprisonment, depression, abduction, a broken leg, and being burned to death... his loss of a hand was not even one percent as painful as hers.

Four or five years passed in a flash, and Shen Xiuli almost forgot about that person. Until he was stopped by Bai Qiujing, his whole soul was stunned.

Bai Qiujing is not the Bai Qiu who chopped off his hand that year.

Shen Xiuli reminded himself this, but the look in Bai Qiujing's eyes when he looked at him was unmistakable, he would recognize him even if he died and turned into ashes.

His body couldn't stop shaking. He was really scared and subconsciously covered his right prosthesis.

Bai Qiujing followed his movements and saw his right hand, and a memory scene came to his mind. He kicked a man to the ground, twisted his wrist first, and then stabbed him with a pair of sharp scissors without hesitation.

Bai Qiujing shuddered, and was frightened by this unfamiliar memory fragment and broke out in a cold sweat.

How did he know this man's name? And how did he know that his right hand was cut off and had a prosthetic limb? This was clearly the first time he saw him.

Is this really the first time?

Bai Qiujing began to doubt himself.

His brain suddenly felt swollen and painful, as if something was squeezing in it. The plane hadn't taken off yet, but he felt everything around him was shaking. His body felt extremely weightless, and he felt dizzy and wanted to vomit.

Bai Qiujing's face suddenly turned as pale as a piece of paper and he was sweating profusely. It felt like a piece of foam had squeezed into his brain and was constantly expanding, as if it was about to break through a switch. He gripped the handrail tightly, his joints turned white and his whole body was shaking.

Ever since Bai Qiujing boarded the plane, he attracted the attention of many flight attendants, especially the stewardesses. They couldn't help but stare at him back and forth, and when they saw his pale face, they came to show their concern for him.

He clearly knew that this was the popular movie star Bai Qiujing, but he pretended not to know him and called him "Sir".

"Sir, are you feeling unwell? Do you need help?"

Bai Qiujing couldn't hear a word. His head felt like it was filled with a bucket of water. When he shook his ears, tinnitus and buzzing sounds appeared.

He tried to open his mouth and make a sound, but his throat was like a mouthful of sand and mud, and he couldn't make a sound. He raised his hand and pressed his forehead, pressing his fingertips on the temples, trying to squeeze out the pain.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Shen Xiuli get up and seem to be going to the bathroom.

The plane wasn't even time to take off yet. Bai Qiujing opened his mouth and exhaled, then said with all his strength, "I'm fine. Don't stare at me. I'm going to the bathroom."

After hearing this, the flight attendant quickly stepped back to make it easier for Bai Qiujing to get up.

Shen Xiuli didn't notice that he was being watched and continued to follow him.

He went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face to wake himself up. He looked at himself in the mirror and said to himself in a numb tone.

"Don't think about it. The dead cannot be resurrected." Bai Qiu, who cut off his hand, is already dead, just like his sister Shen Zhichu. He has been dead for a long, long time. Once a person dies, he will never come back.

After going to the cemetery that day, Shen Xiuli has been trying to find out who went to his parents' graves, but he has found nothing so far.

The person the store manager was talking about was not Shen Zhichu in terms of appearance, height or age.

After Shen Zhichu's death, he and Qin Mo went to the J City Public Security Bureau to pick up his body. He also witnessed with his own eyes that Shen Zhichu was sent to the crematorium, and when he came out, only a pile of bone residue mixed with ashes was left.

The ashes of healthy people are all beautiful white, but Shen Zhichu's ashes are black.

He watched Qin Mo scatter the ashes into the sea, and Li Jingshen was also present at the time.

If Shen Zhichu was not dead, Li Jingshen would definitely be the first to discover it.

But in recent years, he heard that Li Jingshen, who was once a successful businessman, had his hair turned white overnight. He had grown old and was no longer as arrogant and proud as before.

After Shen Zhichu's death, many people changed.

Shen Xiuli is no longer a slacker and is now an office worker with a positive attitude towards life. Qin Mo and Su Miao continue to research anti-cancer drugs and have saved many people like Shen Zhichu who suffer from stomach cancer. Even Zhou Xiao, the maid who was once hired by Li Jingshen at a high price to take care of Shen Zhichu, has changed her career and become a lawyer. Nanny Zhang Sao has retired and is taking care of stray cats and dogs at home.

They all love the world in their own way and miss the Shen Zhichu of the past.

Shen Xiuli poured cold water on his face again. He wiped his face and his eyes were red from the water, looking like he had been crying.

If only the dead could be resurrected, he has learned how to be a good brother, protecting his sister when she is bullied, helping her defeat the bad guys, believing in her unconditionally, and loving her with all his strength.

His sister should be cherished in his heart, and his hands should be used to protect Shen Zhichu, not to abandon her and beat her again and again.

Why did he only understand this truth after Shen Zhichu's death? It was too late by then, and God didn't even give him a chance to make amends.

Chen Xiuli usually tried not to think about these things, but when he saw Bai Qiujing today, his memories leaked out like a flood, and he couldn't stop it. After splashing cold water on his face, he felt a little more sober.

He opened his cell phone and took a look. The plane was about to take off and he had to get out quickly.

As soon as he opened the door, he bumped into a wall of flesh. Shen Xiuli raised his eyes and stepped back in fear.

Before he could react, Bai Qiujing held his shoulders and pushed in again, and the door slammed shut.

Bai Qiujing held down Shen Xiuli's shoulders and held him against the wall. Shen Xiuli looked at the man who suddenly approached him and felt helpless, not knowing where to put his hands.

Bai Qiujing half-closed his eyes and looked at him, feeling more and more familiar.

"You seem afraid of me?"

Nonsense, his hand hurts, how can he not be afraid?

Bai Qiujing observed the expression on his face and grabbed his right prosthesis. Shen Xiuli trembled even more violently.

"Fake." It wasn't a question, as if he had known it all along.

"Do you know me?" Bai Qiujing asked again.

"Don't you know me too?" Why pretend not to know me?

Bai Qiujing: "Then should I know you?"

Shen Xiuli suddenly calmed down, and his originally panicked heart slowly calmed down. He could tell whether the other party wanted to harm him or not. Bai Qiujing's expression at this moment was full of confusion, as if he was trapped in an unsolvable problem and couldn't get out for a long time.

Could Bai Qiujing be the Bai Qiu who chopped off his hand?

Bai Qiujing let go of him, took two steps back, and said, "Can you tell me how your hand was broken?"

"You're crazy! Why should I tell my private affairs to someone who has nothing to do with me?"

Bai Qiujing said calmly, "I'm just surprised that I could call out your name even though I've never seen you before. And I think I know how your hand was broken."

Shen Xiuli was horrified when he heard this. There were so many people in the world, and it was fine if they looked alike, but could their experiences and memories all be the same?

Shen Xiuli was not a smart person, but that did not mean stupid. He immediately realized that something was wrong and quickly came to a conclusion in his mind that Bai Qiujing was the Bai Qiu who had chopped off his hand that year. Bai Qiujing was Bai Qiu, and they were the same person.

He doesn't remember it now, which only means it is.

Shen Xiuli swallowed and said, "You have lost your memory? You don't remember anything from the past?"

"I have amnesia?"

Shen Xiuli didn't want to waste time talking to him. It was best if he had amnesia. Ever since his right hand became disabled, this person had always been his nightmare.

For Shen Xiuli, it would be better if Bai Qiujing lost his memory.

"Whether you have lost your memory or not is none of my business. I'm leaving." Shen Xiuli didn't even dare to glance at Bai Qiu Jing when he spoke.

Bai Qiujing immediately understood that Shen Xiuli must know something and he was just trying to fool him. The answer was right in front of him. He could see it as long as he flipped the page. There was no need for him to miss it.

"If you dare to leave, I will break your other hand."

Shen Xiuli was so frightened that he dared not move. He stammered and resisted, "You are sick. This is a public place and you are a public figure. If you dare to touch me here, do you still want to survive?"

"I just want to tell you that I can do whatever it takes to achieve the result I want." The last two words were obviously spoken in a low voice, a blatant threat.

"Did I break your right hand?"

Seeing that he couldn't hide or escape, Shen Xiuli could only compromise and perfunctorily say, "The one who broke my hand was a man named Bai Qiu."

Bai Qiu again?

First it was Shen Zhichu and then Shen Xiuli. He and the man named Bai Qiu were always implicated together invisibly.

His head started to hurt again. Bai Qiujing endured the pain and said, "Tell me how your hand was broken."

Recalling the painful past and talking about it is like reopening a healed wound and sprinkling salt on it to make you savor it.

Bai Qiujing didn't care whether he felt good or not, he only cared about the truth.

He gave him a cold look, and Shen Xiuli stammered, "It was twisted off, and then...then the tendons of my left hand were cut, and my right hand was chopped off."

"What cut it?"

"Shears for cutting branches."

It was exactly what he thought. Bai Qiujing suddenly raised his hand and grabbed Shen Xiuli's neck, without using any force, just to control him.

"Then why did Bai Qiu cut off your hand?" Bai Qiujing said in a low voice, his eyes as sharp as a hawk looking at Shen Xiuli, "Speak!"

"Because I sold my sister to the casino, I hurt her! I abandoned her!" She was clearly telling him behind his back not to abandon her, but he still left without looking back.

When Shen Xiuli thought of the past, his eyes turned red and filled with guilt. If he could go back to the past, he would never leave her there alone, so he deserved that his hand was chopped off and he became disabled.

Bai Qiujing released his neck and staggered back to his seat. He seemed to have had a dream. After waking up, he felt dizzy and a little at a loss, not knowing where he was.

It takes fifteen hours to get back to Chengdu, and every minute and every second is torture.

Seeing that his complexion had not recovered yet, the flight attendant came over to ask him.

Bai Qiujing heard nothing, and only uttered one word with his lips moving: "Water..."

"You want water?"

Bai Qiujing nodded, and the flight attendant quickly took a glass of warm water and handed it to him.

Bai Qiujing took it tremblingly, his hands shaking and the water splashed out. He lowered his head and took a big sip and accidentally choked. He refused any help, put the cup aside after drinking and closed his eyes.

He never thought of going back quickly to see Shen Zhichu at this moment.

At this moment, he seemed to have experienced several reincarnations, three lives and three worlds. Those confused memories became clearer and clearer in his brain. On the contrary, those memories he thought were real became more and more blurred, like a mirage.

Bai Qiujing had a splitting headache, but he gritted his teeth and endured it. Before he knew it, his face was cold and covered with water stains.

He then became the focus of the flight attendant's attention. Once, the flight attendant passed by Bai Qiujing and only heard him mumbling something incoherently.

"How could I forget....Little crybaby, how could big brother forget you?"