Chapter 583: USB flash drive sent by Time Mansion

When Bai Wanwan asked this, Shen Zhichu immediately understood that she had seen the trending topics on the Internet.

Shen Zhichu shook his head: "Shen Qing is not me, she is dead, she has been dead for many years."

"How did he die?"

"That year, June 1st was her birthday, and no one said happy birthday to her. There was only a notification on Weibo that day, and the comments below were all cursing her to die quickly. Then she left quietly that day, as if she had never appeared..." Chen Zhichu lowered his eyes, and his trembling eyelashes were filled with sadness.

Prejudice and misunderstanding, indifferent observation, indiscriminate targeting, malicious speculation... these are the keys to killing "Shen Qing".

Bai Wanwan cried again. She said she was a fan of "Chen Zhichu", but she didn't even know all this.

Shen Zhichu, who starred in her first campus-themed TV series, was still Shen Qing at that time. She always had a sweet smile on her face. She was timid in front of the camera, but she would turn around and agree no matter who called her. As long as there were fans at the scene, she would carefully write her signature and a blessing. The blessing for each person was different, which was a common thing when taking photos with fans.

A long time ago, although Shen Qing was self-deprecating, there was light in his eyes...

Shen Qing, the Shen Qing who wrote a script that grossed hundreds of billions, was killed just like that.

Bai Wanwan asked: "Can you come back?"

Shen Zhichu shook his head: "If you're already dead, you can't come back."

Shen Zhichu didn't know whether Bai Wanwan understood her subtext. Perhaps she understood that "they" had killed a person, or perhaps she thought, like those people on the Internet, that she just had a disease and lost a personality.

Many people chase stars. It is better to say that they are pursuing a "dream" for control and to satisfy their desire for control. They are high and mighty, and think they are gods who can dominate the fate of others with a keyboard in their hands.

Take Shen Qing back then for example. There was no evidence at all, but she was convicted based on a few fabricated words from a marketing account, and was blacklisted online for a whole year.

Chasing stars should be a happy thing, but I don’t know when it started, but it has gradually deteriorated. People have no judgment of their own, blindly follow the black, and use control to destroy the people they once loved the most, and also destroy the people they most want to be.

Do those who once scolded Shen Qing feel any regret after reading the story she wrote?

They knew that Shen Zhichu would never come back, and they knew even more that Shen Qing would never come back. The scripts and stories left by Shen Qing became the only proof that she had ever stayed in this world.

She has never been replaced by anyone.

Shen Zhichu had built a tomb for Shen Qing a long time ago, and she would go to see her every June 1st Children's Day.

The photo on the tombstone was of Shen Qing, who had just turned 20. At that time, she had been diagnosed with severe depression. Although she tried hard to smile, she looked like she was crying, with deep sadness in her eyes.

Shen Zhichu opened the bag, took out a handful of candy from the bag, and carefully placed it in front of the tombstone: "Shen Qing, happy Children's Day, and happy birthday to you too."

"Everyone in this world remembers you and knows you. You are no longer a stand-in, Shen Zhichu. You are Shen Qing, the Shen Qing who can write a script that will gross tens of billions. The world is getting better and better. In the future, more and more girls will be treated well. They will not be used as money-making tools by their patriarchal parents, marrying off to anyone for a bride price, or being reduced to reproductive tools. They will finish their studies, find jobs, become more and more outstanding, have self-respect, self-reliance, and self-love, and strive for their dreams endlessly, and finally find families who truly care about them."

She didn't know why, but the more she talked, the sadder she felt. Shen Qing, who had a rough life, really hadn't tasted any blessing at all.

"Thank you, Shen Qing."

In the photo, Shen Qing had a soft smile on her lips. Shen Zhichu stood up, stood for a while, and then left.

Five years later...

Nianbao and Anbao are already six years old and have started primary school. The two children have inherited all the advantages of their parents. They look like New Year picture dolls and are also smart.

Anbao is the older brother who is more introverted and cries a lot. He is a little crybaby just like his mother, while Nianbao loves to laugh. Although she is the younger sister, she always comforts her brother and is as sensible as a little adult.

During the summer vacation, a family of four decided to travel abroad. As they were packing their luggage, they received a phone call from someone claiming to be from Time Mansion.

Time Mansion is where things that have been stored are sent. You choose a time point in the future, and when the time comes, it will be sent to the phone number, contact person, and address left behind.

Most people leave a letter or a video, either to their past selves or their future selves.

This is a video recorded by a man seven years ago and sent to the Time Mansion, hoping to pass it on to Shen Zhichu on this day.

When Shen Zhichu received the call, he initially thought it was a scam call. After listening to the other party's explanation and searching online, he found that it was indeed found, and it was exactly the same as what the person on the phone said.

Shen Zhichu couldn't imagine who would do such a thing, but she was sure that this person was someone she knew. To be able to hand it over to her today, seven years later, he might be an important person.

Shen Zhichu agreed and gave an address. Two hours later, the courier called Shen Zhichu with a document bag and asked her to sign. Shen Zhichu took the document bag and found it was quite heavy. It looked like it only contained a USB flash drive.

Shen Zhichu turned around and Bai Qiujing came over: "Did you get it?"

Shen Zhichu said "Hmm." and opened the envelope. What came into view was a property transfer.

District C of Bancheng was transferred to Shen Zhichu's name. Bancheng was originally bought by Shen Zhichu. Later, the Shen family went bankrupt. In order to raise money to pay off the debt, she had to buy this house. The house worth tens of millions was depreciated by millions and no one bought it. Finally, she had to sell it to Li Jingshen for 5 million.

That was once Shen Zhichu's home.

Seeing the transfer of the property, Shen Zhichu had nothing to understand. These were all left by Li Jingshen seven years ago, and he had someone send them here when the time came.

Perhaps Li Jingshen guessed before his death that Shen Zhichu would donate all the money he left for him. In order to prevent half of the city from being donated, he waited for seven years before the money reached Shen Zhichu's hands.

Seven years is a long time. Two people who love each other may experience the seven-year itch after seven years, but for those who hate each other, seven years is enough to forget the past.

Bai Qiujing also saw it: "It's Li Jingshen."

Shen Zhichu nodded.

Anbao and Nianbao were playing in the room when they suddenly noticed that something was wrong with their parents' expressions and immediately quieted down.

Shen Zhichu dug out the small box containing the USB flash drive. The USB flash drive had been well preserved for the past seven years and was still as good as new.

The USB drive was sent to Shen Zhichu, naturally hoping that she would take a look at it.

Bai Qiujing looked at Shen Zhichu, who was staring at the USB drive in silence, and gently pinched her slightly stiff shoulders: "Take it to the room and have a look. I'll go cook. I'll call you when it's ready. The luggage has been packed and the helicopter has been arranged. If it's a nice day tomorrow, we'll take An Bao and Nian Bao out to play."

Shen Zhichu nodded.

She went upstairs to the study with the USB drive in her hand, turned on the computer and plugged it in. She felt very calm, as if it was something as ordinary as checking the weather forecast.

She sat in front of the computer, opened the video, and gradually the figure of Li Jingshen emerged. That was the thirty-six-year-old Li Jingshen.

(Happy Dragon Boat Festival everyone. Do you prefer sweet or salty rice dumplings?)