Is there anything in your life that you can lose if you take a step back? If not, please be brave and fight for it.
During the time when Cheng Luyu lost consciousness, the boy's words kept appearing in his mind.
In his youth, he was labeled as an "illegitimate child" and was cursed countless times. Saliva, spit, soda, cigarette butts... it seemed like all the dirty and offensive things were thrown at him.
But he didn't understand.
"Mom, I am an illegitimate child. Is that wrong? If I was born wrong, why was I born into this world?"
“……”Mom is always silent.
Her silence was often accompanied by a wisp of smoke from the scarlet sparks of cigarette butts and dust from the poor wooden houses.
Cheng Luyu thought about countless problems, but always got stuck on the same problem. It was like drawing a circle and returning to the original starting point.
"Why can't I choose to be born?"
Why?
What?
what?
…
"If I can't choose my birth, then I can choose my death."
"I have lived, but it is very painful. I don't feel happy at all about the things that you all feel happy about. Is there anything worth being happy about? Is there any girl worth liking?"
"Teacher? I am not impressed by the teacher except for the knowledge. Mentor? There is no mentor at all. No one has ever noticed me."
"…Is there something that makes me feel that the world is still worth cherishing? Is there something touching in my heart…No, I have already used up all my strength just to live, not to mention that there are people who want me to die."
"You asked me why I didn't resist? Because I was so tired."
——Cheng Luyu said to herself.
But what made him even more painful was why death was so painful.
When he was young, he once wondered, if he rode a bicycle and kept going in a certain direction, would he reach the end of the world?
But later, after he gained knowledge, he realized that everything can only go back to the point.
After going through all kinds of torture, wasting time and escaping everything, he returned to the point of facing his own identity.
He was obviously so afraid of living, but the stranger's hand holding his tightly conveyed warmth to him so vividly.
Cheng Luyu figured out the philosophical question when she opened her eyes.
"If I can't choose my birth, then I can't choose my death either, but I can choose my future."
He turned his head and saw the boy holding his hand tightly.
The soft sunlight was dyed on the top of his hair. The boy was lying on the edge of the bed, his eyelashes trembling, and his delicate and warm cheeks were blushing. From him, the light extended out.
Following the light, Cheng Luyu saw a brand new future that she could look directly at, as well as the dark, twitching face of a strange handsome man who could not hide his resentment.
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Cheng Luyu was saved. After two near-death experiences, he had lost a lot of weight and was almost a skeleton. Su Qingyuan had saved him before just by chance, but this time, Su Qingyuan knew that the person in front of him was the researcher he was looking for, and he was unwilling to let him die.
He had some respect for Cheng Luyu. As early as his student days, he had read the papers written by Cheng Luyu. He was a scientific research maniac, and his scientific research spirit was even greater than his. But unfortunately, Cheng Luyu died young. After his death, his academic value immediately soared, and he became the most regrettable researcher.
Therefore, when Su Qingyuan learned that Cheng Luyu might end her life like in her previous life, she followed the address given by the netizens who insulted Cheng Luyu online and rescued her in time.
When the news of Cheng Luyu's suicide was pushed out, the people who were having fun and insulting Cheng Luyu the previous second suddenly changed their expressions, and lived up to the saying "The whole world will start to love you after you die."
Everyone is calling for "no cyber violence", but when they put aside these masks, they quickly formed a small group to criticize him.
——He is so fragile, but I didn’t do anything to him.
——You are not allowed to talk about plagiarism anymore. The world has changed.
- Oh, so there's nothing to explain after dying? Damn disgusting.
But Cheng Luyu no longer cares about these.
There are two ways of human existence. The first is existence in the biological sense, that is, the existence of life characteristics; the second is cognitive existence, that is, "I exist because I am perceived. I exist in your eyes."
Maybe many people are saying that he plagiarized, but what Cheng Luyu cares about is the perception in Su Qingyuan's eyes.
"Do you think I plagiarized?" Cheng Luyu was very nervous. He was not good at speaking and his hands were shaking as he grabbed the quilt.
The other person's watery eyes carried the cunning of peach blossoms and the tenderness of spring.
"With your ability, there is no need to plagiarize. I believe in you. I even want to hand over the entire research department of the company to you, with an annual salary of 100 million yuan, and you can buy whatever equipment you want. Is that okay?"
There are no words more gentle and firm than these.
This was the first time Cheng Luyu was discovered since he was born. Tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn't dare to cry because of his face.
The big man buried his head in the quilt and sobbed. Su Qingyuan wanted to give him enough space and went out.
He was reluctant to let Su Qingyuan leave, so he reached out to hold her hand, but he couldn't help crying.
When he had almost finished crying, he came out from under the quilt embarrassedly and was about to apologize, but he was met with Luo Zhixing's livid face.
Cheng Luyu: “…”
Luo Zhixing: "Don't love me, it will lead to nothing."
"..." Cheng Luyu felt a chill all over her body, quickly let go of the other person's hand, and asked, "What is your relationship with him?"
Oh. You little bastard!
Can't you see with your eyes that the school beauty is the piece of Tang Monk's meat that I am guarding?
blind!
Luo Zhixing took out a wet tissue and wiped his fingers clean inside and out. He raised his eyes and sneered, "A life-long friendship, a bed relationship, and a marriage relationship."
Cheng Luyu QWQ.
First love, heartbreak.
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"PR department prepared."
"Find out the movements of Yun Shu and He Yi."
"Find a way to clarify Cheng Luyu's plagiarism incident."
The three tasks were quickly divided, and Lian Qi and Gan Lin fell into an emergency preparation state. Although they seemed busy with the clarification, Gan Lin had actually already prepared several versions of the clarification methods.
But after watching it, Su Qingyuan felt that it was not hard enough.
Gan Lin felt wronged: "There is no way. We don't have the video evidence from that year. It's impossible for Bai Yunshu to confess and admit it himself, right?"
He really wanted to show off in front of Su Qingyuan.
He had already started making contingency plans when Bai Xue Wuhen came out, but he didn't expect that all the plans were stuck at a critical link: there was no evidence.
Laboratory data can be provided, but the other party may also have it, and the same data can also be falsified.
The project development time? The other party insisted on the formula issue, which is difficult to clear.
Su Qingyuan thought about it and handed Cheng Luyu's plagiarism case to Gan Lin: "Let me handle Bai Yunshu's case personally, and you handle Cheng Luyu's plagiarism case. I believe that with your ability, you will be able to clear Cheng Luyu of all charges."
Gan Lin said happily: "Then I will go and deal with this. If you can't handle Bai Yunshu's matter, Lian Qi and I will come back immediately."
"Okay, if we really can't handle it, we can only ask you two great gods to come back." Mr. Su looked cute with his chin in his hand, his peach blossom eyes were moist and clear, and he could captivate people whenever he moved.
He tried to recall as much as possible about his past life.
After Cheng Luyu was disgraced, she chose to end her life. However, some people found some personal habits in Cheng Luyu's academic papers, and there was a wrong calculation in one of the papers.
Su Qingyuan stopped Gan Lin who was about to leave and reminded him, "You should take a closer look at the data part of the academic paper. It's best to let Cheng Luyu verify the professional part herself. Since it's plagiarism, it's better to focus on the paper itself."
Gan Lin smiled, nodded repeatedly, and closed the office door.
After Gan Lin left, Su Qingyuan added some preservatives into the vase and planted a few Queen Farah plants in it.
My thoughts go back to my childhood following the scent of Queen Farah's Damascus rose.
Standing alone in the snow, I almost lost all my warmth. People were coming and going on this street, but no one greeted me, "Hello."
Su Qingyuan was wearing a little skirt and a thick down jacket, shivering in the coming winter snow.
The busy hot and sour noodle shop next door is cooking one pot after another. The boss puts a handful of soaked hot and sour noodles in a special bamboo basket and cooks them in the bone broth. The small porcelain bowl next to it is filled with seasoning and a large spoonful of pickled mustard, and finally poured with hot bone broth.
Accustomed to fine clothes and delicious food, and living a life of luxury, I never thought that the mundane world of city life, where just a spoonful of hot and sour noodles could captivate me.
Su Qingyuan ate the hot and sour noodles with sparkling eyes. She felt in her bag but couldn't take out even five dollars.
"Are you an orphan? Are you lost?" A man came out from behind, wearing jeans and a pair of children's Air Force Ones. He looked childish, with upturned eyes, a typical ruffian and dandy. "Hey, I'm talking to you, but you don't want to talk to me. You're also a runaway. We have the same interests. I'll treat you to a meal."
The ruffian was talkative, familiar, and had bad intentions. But Su Qingyuan was really hungry. He had never thought that hunger could take his life, but today he experienced it.
"Don't worry, I'm not a bad person. I just have a lot of money and I want to find someone I like to talk to. When I saw you standing in the snow for so long, I guessed that you must have run away from home like me. I think we will get along well. Are your parents at home as annoying as mine?" The ruffian young master chattered like a steamed bun.
While sitting in the small shop, curling up his feet, the ruffian started to complain about his family. Now Su Qingyuan finally felt that the other party was not a human trafficker, because no human trafficker would chatter about his family affairs, no matter how big or small, from the straight supporting pillars in the house to the color of the toothbrush.
"I'm so annoyed. Every day they ask me to inherit the family business. Don't I have an older brother at home? He will inherit soon. I am a destroyer of family planning and the creator of the over-birth plan. You say that giving birth to more children is worse than giving birth to a piece of barbecued pork. They think it's boring, and I think it's boring too."
"Pfft..." Su Qingyuan couldn't help laughing.
He was still young, with delicate features that had not yet differentiated, and a kind of purity that was difficult to tell whether he was male or female. His peach blossom eyes were round, but the ends of his eyes were slightly upward, and when he smiled, he looked like a small moon. But the ends of his eyes were watery red, and the corners of his lips were also red, like a transparent strawberry candy, making people want to take a bite.
"What are you laughing at?" Luo Zhixing's cheeks were a little red. He looked at the little girl in front of him, his Adam's apple was a little itchy, and his heart beat a little faster. Even when he asked the question, his voice was particularly low and hoarse.
The "little girl" smiled with her eyes curved, her pupils as clear and bright as the sea reflecting the sky: "I think you are quite interesting."
"Really?" Luo Zhixing blinked, his throat getting more and more itchy, as if the love at first sight that could not be hidden was about to jump out of his throat and turn into a young boy's voice. "Then what do you think I will be when I grow up? A policeman? A president? A scientist?"
"The hot and sour noodles are here--" the boss smiled brightly, sprinkled some chopped green onions, and brought up two bowls of steaming hot and sour noodles with shiny chili oil.
Su Qingyuan was about to say something when he was tempted by the hot and sour noodles. He usually ate simple food, and there were almost no spicy dishes in the Ruan family, but today, he took a bite and it was unusually sour and refreshing.
It's not too spicy, but full of flavor. Especially the cabbage that has absorbed the soup, it is sweet and refreshing, with a long aftertaste.
The satisfaction of a full meal warmed Su Qingyuan's whole body. His vigilance also softened because of this warmth. His peach blossom eyes were lazy and charming, and his light-colored lips became rosy, showing an attractive color.
The corners of his eyes are raised, showing youthful innocence, like a peach bud about to bloom.
"You're amazing. Maybe you'd make a good detective."
Luo Zhixing raised his thick eyebrows: "Why a detective?"
Young and naive, full of speculations about the future, Su Qingyuan's voice has not changed, it is soft and sticky.
“Because he’s so handsome.”
The two walked along the cold street to the old church. There were not many people here, and the dilapidated walls had become a playground for children. The corners were covered with snow, and occasionally a few stubborn weeds could be seen.
Luo Zhixing stepped onto the huge rock that lay across the collapsed church, and reached out to pull up Su Qingyuan, who was lying obediently on the ground.
"Um..." Su Qingyuan pressed her skirt with one hand and cried softly, then she fell into Luo Zhixing's arms and cried softly again.
Luo Zhixing put "her" aside and laughed at her: "Why are you so timid?"
Su Qingyuan didn't say anything. Looking down from a high place, the city was covered in snow, and it was eerily quiet. Occasionally, there was a layer of red lanterns floating on the snow, connecting the lights of thousands of homes.
"Ah, this one looks like a rose." The young man said cheerfully, his feet dangling in the air.
Su Qingyuan tilted her head, her eyes full of confusion.
"Like what?"
The young man has a naughty smile and is open-minded and innocent.
"Queen Farah."
"Queen Farah?" Su Qingyuan, who knew only a little about roses, felt as if her heart was soothed by the rose named Queen Farah. "What kind of flower is that?"
Luo Zhixing looked at the pure and innocent girl, and his heart was itchy. His heart was beating wildly, and his heart was falling. He coughed lightly, and the cold winter wind blew away the heat on his cheeks.
"The flower shape of the classic rose is like snow, with a flame-like curl at the end of the petals."
"..." Su Qingyuan silently took note in her heart. Many years later, she accidentally glanced at the rose among thousands of flowers. Only Queen Farah was like the only soul quietly burning in the white snow.
He asked the boy: "Will we meet again?"
The boy brushed the dust off his butt and bent down to kiss the back of his hand. It was an ancient courtesy.
"We will definitely meet again."
The quiet streets are covered with snow, and thousands of lights illuminate the soul of the city, like the silent curling of Queen Farah.
But the boy's appearance has become blurred, and I only remember that there was a dog's head on the jeans he wore. Now that I think about it, the promise of "I will definitely meet again" was just a joke from the boy.
Even Su Qingyuan himself only thought of it occasionally and sighed occasionally.
Su Taiqiang called and asked if he needed help suppressing the comments.
Su Qingyuan wanted to say no, but then she remembered the complaint she had received from Su Taiqiang's secretary: "Mr. Su, don't be too polite to Mr. Su. He's been lonely lately. If he continues like this, his temper will get worse. People say he'll get Alzheimer's if he continues like this."
He cleared his throat and said softly to his brother, "I feel very happy in my heart that my big brother has always been helping me."
"Stop talking." Su Taiqiang's cheeks were flushed and his eyes were red. If he said anything more, his image as a handsome, wealthy and domineering boss would certainly be destroyed.
How could he let others see him in such an unglamorous state?
Su Qingyuan said, "Let brother decide everything. I may have to do something else."
Su Taiqiang's heart skipped a beat, and he vaguely felt that his brother was going to do something out of line.
But what does that matter?
He remembered Su Qingyuan, a young talent whose words and deeds were bound by the behavior of a "good boy". Every word and action was like an exquisite doll. As the heir of the Ruan family, he needed to study madly when he was young and be very decent to others. His childhood was constantly deprived, leaving only boring books. When he grew up, he guarded the company like a dragon knight guarding a treasure.
But what about the real him? Behind his taciturnity, there may be a little bit of longing, just like he once wanted to reach out and pick that orange.
…
Therefore, he didn't want to just be a good boy. The good boy Ruan Qingyuan had died in prison in his previous life and turned into a pile of bones.
The current Su Qingyuan.
Climb back from hell to claim your life.
Su Qingyuan hung up the phone with Su Taiqiang and sent a message to Bai Yunshu, asking him out.
Like in the past, Bai Yunshu could give him a headache with any despicable means he used. Until his death in his previous life, Su Qingyuan still wanted to compete fairly with him.
His words and actions were regulated and bound, and he had no freedom for a moment. Just like the young man, who could stand freely on the broken boulder with one leap, but he raised his head and could not take a step forward, because as an elegant young master, climbing trees and doing other things were strictly prohibited.
But the boy held his hand.
In the street scene that is the same over and over again.
For the first time, Su Qingyuan understood the comfort and freedom of escape.
Street View is no longer Street View.
Instead, the boiling magma poured over the snow-white Queen Farah.
After preparing the sack, Su Qingyuan was about to leave the office, but was interrupted by a hurried ring.
"Brother, is there anything else?"
The other party was panting, his voice deep and powerful.
"Be brave and do what you want to do. No matter what happens, I will always be your shield, the strongest shield!"
Ah, so corny.
Su Qingyuan's palms were numb from the shock.
The author has something to say: [Small Theater]
[Luo Zhixing]: Let me go!!! I’m going to bite that beast Cheng Luyu to death!!! How could he hold my wife’s hand??? Mom, I can’t stand this injustice!!!!!!!!!
【Chatting】
If I change the layout, will it look more comfortable?
I'm just trying a new way of writing. Brother, do you think it looks comfortable?
Daily life: The Queen Farah in my house has sprouted recently, and it is straight up, like a pillar. It is a pity that it is huddled in a pot the size of a teacup, I am so poor QWQ
I will start replying to my brother's comments soon!! Come and call me hahahaha
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