Chapter 14 (Revised)

The reason why Song Zhiyu's story line changed may be because of the butterfly effect after he survived by chance, but what was the opportunity for the change in Zhang San, Wan Tian and Ji Shiyun's story lines?

Song Zhiyi pondered over this problem until late at night.

Calming down and reviewing everything from the beginning, she realized that the day Zhang San was kicked out of the crew was her first day on the crew; when Wan Tian's attitude towards her "cheap son" Deng Guang changed, she witnessed the whole process; and on the day of the dinner, Ji Shiyun and Li Mu were really in love, and that slap was so sudden that it was as if she was being robbed.

When I think about it this way, I realize that except for Song Zhiyu, I was present when the three story lines shifted, which means that the character card booklet was also there.

Once or twice can be considered a coincidence, but three or four times there must be a reason.

Song Zhiyi looked at the character card book beside him and tentatively pulled up a page.

Chila——

The moment the paper tore, she fainted.

*

Her body seemed to fall into the clouds and her consciousness became blurred. She seemed to hear the loud cry of a crane.

Song Zhiyi looked over blankly, and the colorful clouds under his feet suddenly shattered. The scene changed again, this time in a dark cave. A shadow swayed in the slightly glowing cave entrance, like an eye peeping in the dark.

[Don't be afraid.] A tender child's voice rang in her ears, and at the same time, a warm little hand covered her lips, covering up all the sounds.

[He won't find us.]

Two rapid breaths intertwined in this small space. With his mouth covered, Song Zhiyi instinctively closed his eyes and felt as if his limbs were frozen and he could not move.

Bang Bang——

His heart was beating rapidly. Song Zhiyi opened one eyelid and saw the shadow at the cave entrance disappear. Before he could feel happy, a big hand suddenly stretched out from above his head.

Boom!

"Hiss - it hurts." Song Zhiyi mumbled vaguely and wanted to reach out to rub his knee that had hit the table. However, both of his hands were pressed to the point of losing consciousness. He could only lie on the table in a strange posture, waiting for the numbness and pain to pass.

After a while, his arms recovered a little, but they were numb and itchy as if ants had built a nest on them. Song Zhiyi rubbed his arms with difficulty, closed his eyes and recalled the dream he had.

Perhaps due to PTSD, she had lost a small part of her memory, the memory of being kidnapped.

At that time, the Liu family offended someone in the business world, and she happened to stay at the Liu family for a while, and was captured by the kidnappers together with Liu Qifan. Because they were young, the kidnappers were not on guard against them, which gave them a chance to escape, but she was unlucky and was caught again. Later, Liu Qifan did not return for a long time, and the kidnappers found out that she was not from the Liu family and felt that bringing her along was a burden, so they threw her into the river and she almost drowned.

Later, her parents said they found her on the river bank downstream, and she always thought that she was lucky enough not to die and was washed to the shore by the water.

If this is all that happened, then the question is, what was she dreaming about?

In the dream, she was clearly helped by a little boy of the same age to escape from the kidnappers. She didn't think the dream was fake, not only because it was terribly real, but also because it just filled in the small part of her missing memory.

Thinking of the kidnapper's eyes that looked at him as if he were a dead object, Song Zhiyi couldn't help but shudder.

Fortunately, the kidnapper was arrested at that time and died suddenly in prison a few years later.

The water in the cup had long lost its temperature. Song Zhiyi took a sip and felt her drowsy mind become slightly clearer. She turned on her phone and checked the time. It was four o'clock in the morning.

——

At 11 o'clock in the morning, Song Zhiyi was picked up from bed by the housewife.

Her head was groggy and her eyelids were twitching like crazy. She hugged the quilt and whimpered to fight the aunt who called her to get up. It was not until she was stimulated by the cold thermometer that she woke up completely and realized that she must be sick.

The temperature is quite high, 38.6 degrees.

After her aunt consulted an expert online, Song Zhiyi received a small pile of colorful pills. Song Zhiyu also rushed in from outside and watched her swallow all the pills without blinking.

"Here," Song Zhiyi shook a few pills, motioning him to look at the missing amount, "I've finished them all. I want to rest for a while."

"Okay, don't sleep too long, otherwise you won't be able to sleep well at night, okay?" Auntie reminded her gently, and then asked her what she wanted to eat before opening the door and walking out.

Song Zhiyi picked up the cup and drank some warm water. She glanced at her brother in the room and asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Song Zhiyu frowned, his eyes following her clenched left hand closely, his eyes rarely showing a serious look: "Open your hand and let me see."

Song Zhiyi didn't move, gulping down the water. Song Zhiyu sneered, rolled up his sleeves, and attacked with both hands as if to capture him. Song Zhiyi dodged quickly, but he was cautious and weak, so he glared at him unhappily, then opened his left hand and poured something into his mouth, and gulped down two large mouthfuls of water.

Seeing this, Song Zhiyu slowly withdrew his hand, watched her swallow the hidden medicine, and said with a smile: "You have to take the medicine, so you can get better quickly."

Song Zhiyi swallowed the capsule with a stiff neck, took two sips of water, and then wiped his mouth. He said angrily, "Song Zhiyu, don't let me catch you getting sick!"

They both hated taking medicine, and when it came to the ability to hide medicine, Song Zhiyu was no less skilled.

"I'll catch you if I catch you." Song Zhiyu smiled contemptuously and offered a provocation, "Only ignorant children would not take their medicine properly."

Song Zhiyi tightened her grip on the water cup, glanced at him calmly, and whispered, "You've become more capable. Now that you're older, you should figure out how to pay for your living expenses next month."

Song Zhiyu: “…”

Is it too late for him to kneel down now?

*

Song Zhiyi had finally failed to live up to her aunt's earnest advice and slept soundly in bed, so much so that even at twelve o'clock in the evening, her eyes were still bright as a lamp.

Fortunately, the fever has subsided, and other than feeling a little weak, it's not a big problem.

With the soft wall lamp on, Song Zhiyi sat on the bed and flipped through the character card book. It didn't take long for her to find the page she had torn. There was a strange name on it - Qi Nanfeng.

There is not much information. I don’t know if it’s because I destroyed my character card, but the writing becomes fainter and harder to read as I read further down.

Song Zhiyi picked up his phone, pressed a few buttons, clicked search, and his encyclopedia entry soon appeared on the page.

The company is China Star Entertainment, a creative singer, and she will be 23 in a month...

Song Zhiyi swiped her phone and looked at the information casually, and soon, a close-up photo caught her attention.

This seems to be what fans often call a business photo or a work photo. In the photo, Qi Nanfeng is wearing a beige casual sportswear, looking at the camera with a smile, with smooth facial features, black hair, dark eyes, deep eyebrows and eyes, which makes him particularly outstanding against the backdrop of his colorful-haired teammates.

And this person, the more I look at him, the more familiar he seems to me, as if I have seen him recently...

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

Recalling the little boy who led her to avoid the kidnappers in her dream, Song Zhiyi hesitantly covered Qi Nanfeng's character card with her hand.

"Hiss—it hurts, it hurts..."

Less than two seconds after she put it on, she felt a tingling pain in her brain. She withdrew her hand in disbelief and put it on again. Suddenly, she felt listless as if all her energy had been sucked out.

After a moment, she put down the character card album and sadly discovered some bad news - that page of character cards was indeed broken. It could not be read, nor could it be transferred to other pages by writing the name. It was still unknown whether it could be updated, but it didn't matter anymore, since she couldn't see it clearly anyway.

The attempt to destroy the character card book and lure out the golden ball behind the scenes failed, and the information of a character card was lost. Song Zhiyi sighed, opened a certain orange software and ordered a cover protective case.

After all, I caught a bad cold just by tearing a few pages of the book. If I had accidentally torn more, I don’t know what would have happened.

Under the soft orange light, Song Zhiyi looked at the character card album in his hand again, folded it and stuffed it under the pillow.

…

The cold came and went quickly, leaving almost no trace except for two days of messy and inexplicable dreams.

Song Zhiyu dressed up and went to a party with friends early in the morning. My aunt also had a day off today. In the huge villa, Song Zhiyi was the only one. It was rare to have peace and quiet.

After breakfast, Song Zhiyi scattered some millet on the windowsill and wrote and drew in the study while listening to the sound of birds pecking.

What she was remembering was a dream. It was very similar to the dream she had during her first five-day coma. Both were in a pure white empty space, except that the screen that kept playing Song Zhiyu's movie "Love Demise" was gone, but there were many colorful light balls the size of the golden ball, chirping.

From the few words that I still remember, they seemed to be looking for something lost, something very important, and it seemed to be related to the original power of this world.

It is known that this world is a world made up of novels, that is, the "Raising a Canary" written on the cover of the character card book. So, what they are looking for could not be the character card book that they got by accident, right?

Song Zhiyi paused with his pen and looked at the ordinary navy blue notebook.

Since they are still looking for it, it means that they don’t know the whereabouts of the character card booklet.