Chapter 257 Discovery, Talk, Packing and Sending Off
“Is this delicious?”
Quan Junxi suddenly stopped and looked at an old lady carrying a candied haws target on the side of the road with bright eyes.
The bright red hawthorns are wrapped in crystal sugar shells, glowing with a honey-colored light in the sun.
Xie Qingyu understood and went forward to buy two.
The weather is too hot and the sugar coating melts quickly, so it would be a waste to buy too much.
It is summer vacation, and the tourist attractions in Beijing are crowded with people.
They only dared to wander around the periphery. If they really squeezed into the crowd and were recognized, they would have no chance of escaping today.
After strolling around for most of the day, Quan Junxi didn't mention anything else except repeatedly praising the "beautiful scenery", "great food" and "nice people".
It seemed as if he was just a child who wanted to travel abroad on a whim. The child was curious and playful, and many of his behaviors seemed similar to those of his peers.
But Xie Qingyu knew that was not the case. Perhaps it was because he entered the entertainment industry too early and was exposed to social interactions too early. Quan Junxi was obviously a person who was relatively sensitive to interpersonal relationships.
From the moment he realized that Xie Qingyu was not very welcoming to him, he immediately changed his attitude and tone to please her.
When I noticed some softening, some temptations of my true character slowly emerged. What was he testing?
Because they are afraid that the real them will not be liked, they start to put on thorns. Because they are afraid of being rejected, they rush to imitate others' likable appearance.
In short, it is certain that Kwon Jun-hee is a sensitive and awkward person.
Moreover, people always say the opposite of what they say. Saying you like someone may not necessarily mean you really like them, and saying you hate someone may not necessarily mean you really hate them.
Just like now.
When the two of them sat on a bench by the lake to rest, Quan Junxi suddenly pointed at the water and sneered: "How stupid."
A egret was standing on one leg in the shallows, its long neck stretched into a line of snow.
It had been waiting for nearly ten minutes, but the moment the fish swam closer, it was empty-handed.
Xie Qingyu looked at the splashing water and suddenly smiled: "At least it tried."
His fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest of the bench. "It's better than doing nothing. That would mean there's no chance of success at all."
“But who cares about the process?”
Quan Junxi's voice suddenly turned cold. A white egret flapped its wings across the water, stirring up ripples.
"No matter how hard it tries, if it can't catch any fish, it will starve. That's the result!"
If hard work really determines everything, why are there so many bad things in this world?
Fish will not jump into your mouth by themselves, and success will not fall on everyone's head equally just because you have worked hard.
To this day, there are still people in every corner of the world who are willing to commit suicide just to make a living. Aren’t they working hard enough?
After seeing through these, life suddenly becomes boring. Living in this world is boring enough in itself.
Since his debut, Kwon Jun-hee's career has been smooth.
Fame, status, wealth, even if accompanied by countless criticisms, still live a flamboyant and unrestrained life.
But he knew that even the sun would set, let alone idols who rely on the love of fans to survive?
The friendship of teammates? The promises of fans? After taking stock, I realized that all I had was...
Oh.
So what is the meaning of human life in this world?
——Young man, your idea is very dangerous.
Xie Qingyu glanced at the other person's tense jawline and said, "Since you think it's useless, why don't you give up?"
Quan Junxi turned his head suddenly, but saw Xie Qingyu still looking at the lake.
The light-colored pupils reflected the rippling water, like a piece of warm amber.
"Maybe because..." The boy suddenly laughed, a malicious light flashing in his eyes, "It's fun?"
It’s so interesting to watch the antis jumping up and down in private messages every day, and seeing those people cursing and contributing to their popularity.
Upon hearing this, Xie Qingyu just curled the corners of his mouth slightly and did not respond.
Here we go again, this kid's usual double-talking.
The silence on the bench lasted for a moment, and Quan Junxi suddenly changed the subject: "You debuted through a talent show, right? What do you think of your teammates?"
There was a certain casualness in his tone, even the honorifics and the title of "brother" were omitted. It was obvious that he felt that he had done it, so he stood up again, but it showed a genuine casualness.
Xie Qingyu glanced sideways: "What do you mean by 'how'?"
"that is…"
The boy raised his hand to adjust the brim of his hat, but his eyes from under the shadows looked straight at him. "From your most honest perspective, do you enjoy getting along with them?"
This question made Xie Qingyu frown slightly.
"Your question itself is highly subjective. The specific emphasis on 'the most realistic perspective' suggests you're subconsciously expecting me to give a negative answer, right?"
"Brother, you're really good at changing the subject." Quan Junxi shrugged, stretched and leaned back. "If you don't want to talk about it, forget it. I know it. It's all the same anyway."
The heat in Beijing is at its peak this month.
From the moment he met Quan Junxi, he was wearing long sleeves and long pants. Considering the professional characteristics of an artist, Xie Qingyu didn't think much about it.
Until the stretching movement just now, when the cuffs slipped down, a few light pink marks were faintly visible on the pale wrist.
In a flash, all the abnormal words and actions today suddenly had a reasonable explanation.
Xie Qingyu's pupils suddenly shrank, but his face showed no sign of it.
"We get along very well and have a great time." Xie Qingyu finally continued with the topic.
Quan Junxi twitched the corner of his mouth and glanced at him: "Liar."
"If you don't believe it, why are you still asking?" Xie Qingyu lowered his tone, his voice as calm as a gurgling stream.
The boy stretched out his index finger and shook it: "I just wanted to see if I could hear a more interesting answer, but unfortunately there is none~"
"I find you..." Xie Qingyu imitated him and leaned back in his chair lazily, "very contradictory."
"oh?"
“Always judge everyone by your own standards.”
Xie Qingyu deliberately slowed down his speech, paused to think when encountering complex words, and reduced the aggressiveness in his tone.
“I thought I saw through everything, that everyone should empathize with me, that the whole world must sincerely revolve around me.
When reality doesn’t match expectations and perceptions, it’s harder to accept, right?”
Quan Junxi's breathing suddenly became heavy.
He gripped the edge of the bench tightly, his knuckles turned white, his teeth were clenched, and even his mask was trembling slightly.
It really hit the point.
Xie Qingyu looked at the lake and continued, "But the world is never black and white. Just like..."
He gestured casually, "Someone rushed towards you with a knife, and you thought it was murder, but in fact he was aiming at the poisonous snake behind you?"
He is not good at guiding others, especially when facing someone as self-defeating as Kwon Jun-hee.
But from the first few contacts, it can be seen that this young man is like a blazing flame.
Love and hate are too extreme, and they don't hesitate to hurt others and themselves.
"Brother, do you want to say that I am just overthinking everything?" Quan Junxi suddenly laughed.
Xie Qingyu met his gaze calmly: "It's obvious."
Everyone is an island. Why should we insist on measuring our own territory in the hearts of others?
If you want to be loved, you must first learn to love yourself.
It is not about vanity built up by luxury goods, but about accepting yourself, who may not be perfect, from the bottom of your heart.
After all, life is a solo dance. No matter how lively the guests are, they will eventually disperse, and you will be the only protagonist in the center of the stage.
Quan Junxi hadn't expected him to be so blunt, his chest heaving violently. "You're not me, how can you be sure that what you see is real enough?"
"Then you are not me," Xie Qingyu asked back, "How can you be sure that I am not telling the truth?!"
Quan Junxi didn't avoid the topic this time. He just kept repeating like a stubborn little animal: "I just know it!"
Everyone thought he was young and easy to fool, so they never even bothered to cover up.
Xie Qingyu shook his head slightly.
At the age of a teenager, you think you have seen through the world, but you don’t know that your life has just begun.
Who hasn’t experienced this period of life and death?
You swear with gritted teeth that you will make everyone regret it, but if you really believe that the other party doesn't care, why bother about whether they regret it or not?
A truly indifferent person will not feel any emotional fluctuations at all because of this, and will not even bother to look at it.
"You can go now."
Xie Qingyu patted Quan Junxi's shoulder gently and said, "It caught a fish. It's time for us to go eat."
He pointed to a white egret soaring in the distance. The snow-white figure was proudly flying over the lake with its prey in its mouth.
Quan Junxi suddenly became quiet, lowered the brim of his hat a little more, and followed Xie Qingyu's footsteps in silence.
In the afternoon, the two strolled in a less crowded neighborhood.
Despite deliberately avoiding popular attractions, Xie Qingyu was still recognized by sharp-eyed fans.
After all, the new album promotion period was overwhelming, with huge posters of his latest endorsements printed on billboards on street corners.
In comparison, Kwon Jun-hee is much safer. Domestic fans would never have thought that he would appear alone on the streets of Beijing.
The several fans who met were very restrained and politely kept their distance after confirming that it was the real person.
Xie Qingyu went to a nearby beverage shop and ordered iced drinks for them. After paying the bill, she and Quan Junxi continued their journey.
As they turned the corner, Quan Junxi suddenly grabbed Xie Qingyu's wrist.
"Brother clearly saw it."
The boy's voice was like a taut string, "Aren't you going to ask why?"
"What's the reason?" Xie Qingyu asked in confusion.
Quan Junxi's Adam's apple rolled, and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Hurt... yourself."
"Since you know it will hurt yourself," Xie Qingyu's tone remained flat, as if he was just asking a very ordinary question, and the two of them were just having a very ordinary chat.
"Why do you still do this?"
This unusual attitude actually made Kwon Junxi's tense shoulders relax.
"I don't want to, but... I can't control myself. I'm... scared..."
Quan Junxi spoke haltingly.
This was obviously not the place to talk about this. Xie Qingyu looked around and took him into a coffee shop with retro decoration.
Only after the box door was closed did the two take off their masks.
"Have you seen a doctor?"
Physical self-harm has already occurred, and this is clearly not a problem that can be solved by willpower.
Xie Qingyu is not a savior, but since the other party has taken the initiative to point it out, he can't pretend to turn a blind eye.
The conversation was like scattered puzzle pieces.
From Quan Junxi's fragmented narration, Xie Qingyu gradually pieced together a spiritual world eroded by negative energy.
How should I put it, idols... no, the nature of the entertainment industry is that it is more susceptible to positive and negative energy than other industries.
Xie Qingyu could draw nourishment from it, but for this seventeen-year-old boy, although he pretended not to care on the surface, he cared about it to death in his heart. The malice was like a thorn in his side.
As the conversation progressed, Xie Qingyu's elbow, which was supporting his face, began to slip. As he nodded in agreement, Quan Junxi's voice gradually faded.
When I opened my eyes again, the seat opposite me was empty.
My heart sank until I saw the sticky note under the coffee cup.
There are also playful emoticons between the neat Corey handwriting:
Thank you for taking care of me today. Although we only spent a short time together, you're such a warm person! I've already booked my return flight, so I have to get back to work.
There is a gift for you in the suitcase. I wonder when I see this note, will I feel relieved that I have finally packed up and sent this troublemaker away, or will I be shocked by his sudden disappearance?
Curious! I hope our Yu will always be happy and blessed ^v^ — Junxi]
There was a grinning wolf drawn in the corner of the note, but its tail was honestly curled into a heart shape.
Xie Qingyu's fingertips gently stroked the corners of the note paper. The childish graffiti made him shake his head and laugh.
A warm person?
His attitude today was so obvious that the word "impatience" was written all over his face.
First, he bluntly exposed the other party's disguise, and then pointed out the problem mercilessly.
Just like that, I can actually get a "good guy card"?
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