Chapter 277 IF Line: Jade Gives Birth to Two Principles

"Xie Qingyu! Wake up!"

Xie Qingyu just felt his head swelling and someone was shaking his shoulders constantly.

He jerked upright, clutching his collar like a drowning man clutching a piece of driftwood, gasping for breath.

The strands of hair on his forehead were already soaked with cold sweat, and his vision was too dazed to focus.

"Are you okay?"

Wang Ding was startled by his reaction and waved his hand in front of his eyes. "It's only ten minutes between classes, and you're still having nightmares? Your sleep quality is terrible!"

She nudged him with her elbow and asked, "Did you play games all night last night?"

Xie Qingyu recovered and looked at the person beside him in a daze: "Wang Ding?"

“Wow!”

Wang Ding touched his face exaggeratedly, "You don't even recognize your brothers after a good night's sleep? Not bad, Xiao Xie!"

Just then, the class bell rang.

The head teacher Wei Hanzhang walked into the classroom as the bell rang. His eyes behind the glasses swept across the classroom and paused slightly at the last row.

Xie Qingyu was absent-minded throughout the whole class.

My fingertips stroked the title page of the textbook - Xie Qingyu from Class 2 (3) of Senior High School. This was his handwriting.

But wasn't he in a car accident? Why was he sitting in the classroom?

Also, Wang Ding, his best friend, transferred to another school in junior high school. Later, he was busy working and studying, and he and Wang Ding had less and less topics to talk about, until they lost contact.

What exactly went wrong? The other classmates and teachers in the class were familiar faces to him.

When the bell rang, Wei Hanzhang closed the lesson plan and said, "Xie Qingyu, come to the office."

"Fuck, my Yu, when did you become so bold that you even dared to be distracted during Wei Yanwang's class?"

Wang Ding patted Xie Qingyu's shoulder hard with an expression that said "you're done".

Wei Hanzhang's glances at Xie Qingyu several times just now almost made sparks fly from his face. He poked him several times with his pen, but the man didn't react at all, as if he had lost his soul.

"Qingyu, go quickly."

Gu Shanshan, the monitor in the front row, turned her head and reminded in a soft voice, "Teacher Wei will get even angrier if you wait too long."

Other students in the classroom also cast vague glances at him, but they were mostly out of curiosity and no malice.

Xie Qingyu nodded, stood up and walked out of the classroom.

He walked to the teacher's office with familiarity. The door was half-open and Wei Hanzhang was correcting homework at his desk.

Everything was frighteningly familiar, even Teacher Li's goji berry thermos cup, which had remained in the same place in the corner for thousands of years, was still there.

"Report." His voice trembled a little.

"Enter."

Wei Hanzhang raised his head and looked at the approaching boy, frowning slightly: "Are you feeling unwell? You were absent-minded in class just now."

Seeing Xie Qingyu shaking her head, she took out a sticky note and handed it over:

"Your grades have been dropping quite a bit lately. These tutoring books are perfect for you at this stage. Go back and talk to your parents about it. You can go to the bookstore and look at them when the time is right. You'll be a senior in high school soon, and you..."

"My... parents?"

Xie Qingyu suddenly looked up, and the pair of eyes that were originally calm under the messy hair were now surprisingly bright, and his Adam's apple rolled violently, as if he was swallowing some surging emotions.

Wei Hanzhang was stared at and asked uncertainly, "Are your parents busy with work lately? Don't they have time?"

That shouldn’t be the case. The day before yesterday, Xie’s mother asked in detail about her son’s academic performance on the phone.

But Xie Qingyu has always been an obedient and good student in her eyes, so he wouldn't lie, right?!

Xie Qingyu felt a knot in his throat when he heard the affirmative answer.

His voice was very hoarse: "Teacher, I really don't feel well... Can I ask for leave to go home?"

Wei Hanzhang saw that he looked really bad, so he handed the phone over and said, "I need to check with your mother first and ask her to pick it up."

Xingshi No. 2 Middle School is quite strict about students asking for leave from school. They are afraid that something might happen if the students go out alone and it would be difficult to explain. Therefore, someone must come to pick them up, and it is best if the parents are aware of the situation.

Xie Qingyu took the phone, his fingertips trembling slightly as they hovered above the dial button.

The numbers that were so clear in my memory were pressed one by one, and the beeping sound in the receiver seemed to come from far away.

"Hello? Teacher Wei?"

When the familiar voice sounded, Xie Qingyu's tears suddenly fell on the phone screen.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Seeing this, Wei Hanzhang quickly took the phone and explained the situation in a few words.

After hanging up, she took out a tissue and handed it to Xie Qingyu: "Write your leave application first, and I'll approve it for you. Your mother told you to wait in the guard room, she will be there soon."

Xie Qingyu rubbed the red corners of her eyes with a tissue and bowed slightly to Wei Hanzhang: "Thank you."

Just as he turned to leave, Wei Hanzhang suddenly called him.

Xie Qingyu turned around in confusion and saw the head teacher pointing at his bangs with a smile in the corner of his eyes:

"Get your hair cut! The dean has told me several times that if you cover your eyes again, he'll use those giant scissors to cut you up, and I can't stop him!"

"Yeah!" Xie Qingyu pulled the corner of his mouth and nodded vigorously.

When I returned to the classroom, the teacher just walked in.

Xie Qingyu handed over the request for leave and explained the situation in a low voice. The other party just nodded slightly: "Don't affect other students."

As soon as he returned to his seat, Wang Ding came over, hunched over, his eyebrows raised high. "Is it that serious? King Wei wants you to go home and reflect on yourself?"

He lowered his voice very low, but couldn't hide his shock.

He had two game consoles and three comic books confiscated just halfway through this semester, and his father was just asking him to tighten his belt. Xie Qingyu's tendency to daydream in class was completely out of control.

Xie Qingyu was in a very good mood right now, and couldn't suppress the anticipation and excitement in his heart. Upon hearing this, he raised his hand and said "hush", blinked, and whispered, "Go back and relax."

After saying that, he picked up his packed schoolbag and walked out of the classroom, his back showing a light and cheerful look.

Wang Ding stared at the empty seat in a daze, then turned his head to look at his back as he disappeared at the entrance of the corridor.

It's only Monday, and you're going back to relax right after arriving at school? The key point is that Wei Hanzhang actually approved it?

Oh my God, he has to fight against this world that discriminates against poor students!

Back then, when he had hemorrhoids and wanted to take time off to have them removed, he had to undergo a series of “humiliating” examinations!

"Wang Ding!"

A stern shout came from the podium, "What? You want to go home with Xie Qingyu?"

The teacher stared at him for a long time, and seeing that he was still staring at the back door and couldn't come back to his senses, he warned him in a bad mood.

Wang Ding stood up quickly, rubbing his hands and smiling apologetically: "Hehe. Teacher Zhang, is it really okay?" There was a hopeful glint in his eyes.

"Stand in the back and listen to the class!"

Teacher Zhang sneered, "Are you dreaming in broad daylight?"

Amidst the laughter, Wang Ding sighed deeply and walked to the back row with his head hung.

As he passed the back door, he gave a sad look.

Behind that door is a distant place that he, an "unfree man", can never reach...

Xie Qingyu didn't wait long in the guard room before he saw the familiar electric scooter through the glass window.

Xie's mother Chang Ying stopped the car in a hurry and trotted to the school gate without even taking off her helmet. The ends of her hair were still messed up by the wind as she drove fast on the road.

The moment the security guard confirmed the release, Xie Qingyu could no longer hold back and rushed out.

He hugged his mother tightly, buried his face deep in her shoulder, and said in a muffled and nasal voice: "Mom, I miss you so much!"

Chang Ying staggered due to the sudden hug.

She was not one to show her emotions, and she subconsciously raised her hand to push him away, but froze when she felt the hot wetness on her neck.

In the end, she just gently patted her son's back, which was a little thin due to the growth period, and her voice softened unconsciously:

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

He was fine when he left the house this morning. Was he bullied at school?

Xie Qingyu just shook his head and tightened his arms around his mother's waist a little more, as if he was afraid that the person in front of him would disappear if he let go.

After returning home, Xie Qingyu stuck to Chang Ying like a little tail.

Kitchen, living room, balcony... wherever she went, he followed her.

Whenever Chang Ying looked back, she would meet a pair of wet eyes. Those eyes were like a cat that had just found its home, feeling both aggrieved and attached.

"Alright," Chang Ying raised her hand and gently tapped her son's forehead. "I'll forgive you for pretending to be sick this time. Don't do it again, okay?"

She tried to put on a stern face, but her expression failed when she saw her son's eyes light up instantly.

Xie Qingyu carefully traced his mother's face with his eyes.

The slightly wrinkled brows when she spoke, the fine lines at the corners of her eyes, and the faint silver threads in her hair.

He couldn't get enough of every detail.

If this was really a dream, he would rather indulge in it forever.

Chang Ying turned away, coughed lightly, and turned away: "Is there anything you want to buy, or where do you want to go for fun?"

Xie Qingyu shook his head.

He didn't want to go anywhere. He just wanted to stay at home, guard her, and... the figure that had gradually become blurred in his memory.

He originally thought that his parents' appearance had faded away with time, but now he thought that it was just covered by a veil that could be restored with a gentle brush.

My father should still be at work right now and won't be back until six in the evening.

But Chang Ying would feel uncomfortable because he couldn't explain such an attitude.

So Xie Qingyu took out the sticky note that Wei Hanzhang gave him from his schoolbag, talked about his grades, and mentioned the haircut as well.

"So that's how it is."

Chang Ying finally relaxed his brows and said, "Then I'll cook breakfast now and take you there after dinner."

She turned and walked towards the kitchen. Xie Qingyu followed her closely, but this time he was there to help, and for a legitimate reason.

After buying the tutoring books, the mother and son went to the barber shop.

As Chang Ying walked, she looked up at her son, who was now a head taller than her, and teased him, "I told you not to let your bangs cover your eyes. Now you've been called out, huh?"

She reached out and brushed away the long hair on Xie Qingyu's forehead, her tone filled with a hint of pride as if to say, "See, you still have to listen to me."

There is no way. Adolescents are difficult to persuade and are very stubborn.

Xie Qingyu's ears turned slightly red.

He did experience the period when his chuunibyou (second-year syndrome) struck, but his memory probably didn't reflect the current time.

It is definitely unrealistic to have good skills in the barber shop on the corner. To cut hair for boys, you basically just use a clipper.

However, Chang Ying and Xie Qingyu both have basic aesthetic tastes.

Chang Ying, in particular, resolutely refused to accept the "son with a braided egg head" and asked the barber to just trim his hair based on the original condition. She also watched the whole process, fearing that the barber's hands would shake.

And reminds from time to time:

“Don’t cut your sideburns too short”

“Leave some layers behind”

“…”

It can be said to be authentic. Carefully selected by mothers.

Xie Qingyu saw the barber's helpless expression through the mirror and couldn't help but curl his eyes.

The boy in the mirror had clear eyebrows and eyes, and his hair on his forehead was trimmed just right, revealing a pair of bright eyes.

"Oh my, this guy is so handsome, just like the big star on TV!"

The barber shook off the apron, used the hair dryer to tidy up the loose hair a few times, and was quite satisfied with his skills.

His words were not entirely complimentary.

Xie Qingyu has delicate features but not feminine, and there is a clear youthful air between his eyebrows. He really looks like a familiar top star.

It’s just that the barber himself doesn’t pay much attention to the entertainment industry, so it’s not easy for him to recognize the face, and he can’t match the name for a while.

Chang Ying was extremely satisfied and paid the money very readily.

When she walked out of the barber shop, she looked at the time and saw that it was still early. She also thought about buying new clothes for the changing seasons, so she pulled her son towards the mall.

Just as Chang Ying put the tutorial book into the trunk, his cell phone suddenly rang.

She answered the phone, her expression gradually becoming serious: "Okay, I understand, I'll be right over."

After hanging up, she quickly operated a few times on her phone and looked at Xie Qingyu apologetically: "There's something wrong with the flower shop, Mom has to go over there right away."

She shook her phone and said, "I've transferred some money to you. Buy whatever you like. Come pick up Xiaobao later, okay?"

Xie Qingyu pursed her lips.

He actually wanted to stay with his mother, but looking at the situation, he would not be able to help and would only distract Chang Ying.

Moreover, he knew that the flower shop was his mother's hard work, so he could only nod silently.

"Got it. Go ahead and do your work. I have my phone with me, so I can contact you anytime."

Chang Ying hurriedly gave a few safety instructions and drove away.

Xie Qingyu looked at the car going away, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart, and then he sighed.

My parents worked so hard to earn a small fortune, but in the end, it was all fed to a bunch of ungrateful people...

He wandered aimlessly through the streets, his mind drifting away.

According to the time nodes in his memory, the accident that changed everything should have passed. Now he is still a sophomore in high school, but his parents are still alive.

——Is this a beautiful dream after the car accident, or... a gift from God?

Xie Qingyu was immersed in his own world and didn't notice that many people passing by on the street were looking at him vaguely, their eyes full of shock or surprise.

"Qing...Xie Qingyu?"

A hesitant voice suddenly came from behind.

Xie Qingyu suddenly came to his senses and turned around subconsciously.

The one who called him was a girl with a high ponytail, wearing a black leather jacket and Martin boots, dressed coolly and sassy.

But at this moment, she was staring at Xie Qingyu's face, her eyes instantly turned red, and she unconsciously took a step forward.

Xie Qingyu tilted his head in confusion, and pointed his finger at himself hesitantly: "You... know me?"

He was sure that he had never seen this girl before, but the emotion in her eyes was too strong to suggest that he had mistaken her for someone else.

When Chu Meng heard his answer, she suddenly covered her mouth.

But she quickly calmed down - it wasn't him!

Although the facial features are about 70% similar, the details of the appearance and the age do not match.

The most obvious thing is his eyes. The eyes of my idol are always gentle and calm, but the boy in front of me is not like that. Although he seems much more mature than his peers, he still has a boyish childishness.

At this time, many passers-by had gathered around. Some were holding up their mobile phones to take pictures, while others were whispering excitedly.

Xie Qingyu realized something was wrong and took a half step back vigilantly, his back straight.

Even though they only resembled each other, Chu Meng couldn't help but step forward to rescue him. He raised his hand to block the closest camera and said, "This is my brother!"

Her sharp gaze swept across the crowd. "Photographing without permission is an infringement of portrait rights. Do you understand?"

She had a strong aura, and with her punk outfit, the onlookers put down their phones in disappointment, but were still reluctant to leave.

Chu Meng grabbed the corner of Xie Qingyu's clothes and dragged him away quickly.

The child looks underage and dull, which makes him even less likely to be an adult.

They trotted into a hat shop.

Before Xie Qingyu could react, Chu Meng had already quickly picked out a pure black baseball cap and put it on his head, and scanned the code to pay in one go.

On the bench by the riverbank, Chu Meng finally let go of his hand.

She sat down casually, took out a piece of chewing gum from her pocket, tore open the wrapper and put it in her mouth.

Seeing Xie Qingyu still standing, she patted the empty seat next to her and said, "Sit down?"

Xie Qingyu sat down obediently and quietly looked at the girl who looked like a completely different person.

Her eyes were red just now, but now she is chewing gum and crossing her legs, looking like a bad girl, without any sign of vulnerability.

Chu Meng's gaze fell on the shimmering river in the distance, and his voice was so soft that it seemed as if he was talking to himself: "It's been exactly one month."

"What?" Xie Qingyu didn't hear clearly, and didn't understand where her sudden sadness came from.

Chu Meng suddenly turned her head and looked straight into his eyes.

Xie Qingyu met her gaze calmly, his clear eyes neither dodging nor avoiding.

Chu Meng suddenly smiled: "Now this look is about 90% accurate."

Under Xie Qingyu's confused gaze, she took out her cell phone and tapped the search bar a few times with her fingertips.

The input method has automatically associated the name engraved in my heart.

She turned the screen towards Xie Qingyu, a hint of ridicule on her lips: "Your grades are pretty good, aren't they, top student? You really don't go online at all, and you don't care about what's happening outside the window~"

Xie Qingyu's breathing stagnated.

The face on the screen was very similar to him, only more refined and mature, and the name was also - Xie Qingyu!

He took the phone involuntarily and swiped his fingertips to browse the information.

It can be seen that this "Xie Qingyu" is quite popular, and his personal profile seems to be endless.

He read on word by word until—

On xx/xx/xxxx, he unfortunately passed away due to a chain reaction car accident caused by a sasaeng fan rear-ending him.

The word "car accident" was like a heavy hammer, causing Xie Qingyu's heart to shrink suddenly.

He stared at the line of small words for a long time, unable to come back to his senses.

"What?" Chu Meng put away his phone, his tone sharp. "You found out someone with the same name and surname as you and who looks just like you is dead, and you're frightened?"

Xie Qingyu twirled her suddenly empty fingertips: "Not really, it's just that I feel it's fate, and it's... a coincidence."

Seeing his sincere tone, Chu Meng's expression eased slightly, and he said seriously:

"Your facial features are too similar to his. You should either change your image or cover up for a while. Otherwise, the media will most likely get their hands on you, and some..."

She frowned, looking extremely disgusted, and continued, "Disgusting bugs, if they find your house, don't say I didn't warn you."

"He is yours...?" Although it was not appropriate, Xie Qingyu still asked this question.

Chu Meng raised her chin and glanced at him sideways, "My idol! Any questions?"

She has never been shy about saying this in front of others, and she has never bothered to hide her preferences. If she likes something, she likes it.

The most insignificant title for the artist named Xie Qingyu is "top idol".

Xie Qingyu nodded slightly.

Because of the girl's intense reaction just now, he thought she was a close relative of the deceased.

At this moment, the river breeze blew past, lifting the ends of Chu Meng's hair. She pursed her lips stubbornly, with a red lingering in her eyes.

The air stagnated for a moment.

Xie Qingyu touched the back of his neck uncomfortably, as if he had touched someone else's sad story.

He curled his fingers, caught a glimpse of the Buddhist beads wrapped around the girl's wrist, and tried to change the subject: "You... believe in Buddhism?"

Chu Meng raised her wrist so that he could see more clearly. In addition to the Buddhist beads, there were also some jade pendants of different styles on her wrist.

She gently fiddled with the beads, her voice so soft it sounded like a sigh: "I didn't believe it before... but now I do."

Xie Qingyu suddenly fell silent.

He seemed particularly bad at speaking today, as if he went out without a brain, and every topic he talked about seemed to be rubbing salt into the other person's wounds.

But Chu Meng didn't need his response.

She raised her face, shrugged her shoulders, and said with a smile: "Whether it is God or Buddha, I only hope that they can bless him to be free from worries year after year and for all eternity!"

She has always been a staunch materialist and did not believe in any of the illusory afterlife or reincarnation, but it was too regrettable that the beauty disappeared, so for him, she believed it.

Not just her.

In the huge fan base he left behind, countless people turned from materialism to idealism overnight.

They lit eternal lamps and copied sutras for rebirth, just hoping that the gentle person would be treated kindly in the other world.

Xie Qingyu's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

I don’t know if it was because I was touched by this pure love or for some other reason, but my eyes gradually became hot.

He pressed his aching chest and whispered, "I definitely will.

But I think... if he saw how sad you were for him, he would feel bad too."

What? Now even the voice and tone of voice are somewhat similar...

Chu Meng pursed his lips, "Who are you? When did it become your turn to speak for him?"

Her voice was nasal and her shoulders were shaking slightly.

After saying that, she turned her face away from him and didn't say anything, but she could faintly hear sobbing.

Xie Qingyu silently handed over the tissue. The girl grabbed it but stubbornly refused to look back.

As the sun sets, the clouds in the sky turn orange.

Xie Qingyu looked at the flying birds, and suddenly a strange sense of certainty surged in his heart - perhaps they really had some special fate.

At the same time, he was secretly wishing:

Since even I can be blessed by fate, then with the love and blessings of so many people, you must also be living a peaceful and happy life somewhere, right?

Suddenly, a fleeting streak of light flashed across the sky.

I don't know if it was an illusion caused by the setting sun, or if someone's prayer was answered...