Chapter 278 IF Line: NOVA-X
"Brother Qingyu is not dead... Wuwuwu, you are all lying to me! He is not dead!"
Zhuoer's hysterical roar came from the room, accompanied by the dull sound of a heavy object hitting the door.
He huddled behind the door, his forehead hitting his knees again and again. The wound that had just scabbed under the gauze began to bleed again, spreading a glaring red across the white bandage.
Zhao Yiwei stood outside the door holding a tray, listening to the intermittent sobbing sounds from inside.
Judging from the location where the sound came from, Zhuo Er was using his entire body weight to support the door.
He took a deep breath, and his back teeth creaked as if they were about to be broken.
He was also hurt by Xie Qingyu's departure, but as the oldest member of the team, he had to hold up this shaky team.
"We all heard the doctor declare that resuscitation was ineffective..." Zhao Yiwei's voice was hoarse, "We were the ones who personally sent him to be cremated and escorted his ashes back to his hometown."
He blinked hard at his sore eyes. "Zhuo'er, don't be willful. NOVA-X must continue to move forward. This is the team that Brother Qingyu has invested the most in. We can't... let him down."
In the past, Xie Qingyu could always arrange everything in an orderly manner. Now they understand how much unknown weight is carried behind those seemingly easy things.
Zhao Yiwei bent down to put down his plate, and his shoulders slumped when he turned around.
In the restaurant, Zuo Jiaming and Tang Shuo mechanically fiddled with the food. The exquisite meal had already gone completely cold, just like this home that had suddenly lost its warmth.
"The youngest is right..." Zuo Jiaming suddenly put down his chopsticks, his eyes wandering, "I also always feel that Brother Qingyu is still somewhere, alive and well."
Tang Shuo looked around the huge space, a wry smile pulling at the corner of his mouth: "But who can deceive themselves?"
The apartment that once felt cozy is now so quiet in every corner that it makes people feel uneasy.
Who would believe that among so many people involved in the chain car accident, Xie Qingyu was the only one who failed to come back?
God damn it.
Zhao Yiwei ate rice in silence.
As the acting captain, he doesn't even have the qualifications to collapse.
"You have to appear in court tomorrow," he reminded dryly.
The problems with those illegitimate children have not been resolved yet. This time, the company has been unusually tough and has finally decided to sue them to the end.
But the person is gone. Who knows how much of this is done sincerely, and how much is done for the public and the fans who are still seeking justice for Xie Qingyu?
After all, this matter has caused such a big stir.
Speaking of this, Zuo Jiaming slammed his fist down: "How many times do we have to try this case with solid evidence?!"
Tang Shuo dug his nails into his palms. "They killed someone! How can we prove it? Do we really need Brother Qingyu to come back alive and testify?"
The voices outside the door gradually faded away.
Zhuo Er slowly raised his head, his swollen eyelids almost blocking his vision.
He remembered how Xie Qingyu unbuckled his seat belt at the critical moment and used his entire body to protect himself who was sitting on the outside on the day of the accident.
The warm blood flowed down his neck and soaked Zhuoer's collar.
"I'm the one who deserves it..." The boy's hoarse voice echoed in the empty room.
He clutched the fabric on his chest tightly, as if this could ease the pain of his heart being torn apart.
Living was a hundred, a thousand times more painful than dying with Xie Qingyu at that time.
Zhuo Er got up quietly and opened the locked door.
He walked barefoot around the cold food at the door and floated downstairs like a wandering soul.
The fine raindrops hit my face, so cold that it makes me sober.
He suddenly smiled and walked straight into the rain.
The place where they lived had a very high security factor, and they were stopped by patrolling security guards before they even reached the gate of the community.
The other party gestured anxiously, but Zhuoer only heard sharp tinnitus in his ears.
When the security guard picked up the walkie-talkie to call for backup, he suddenly broke free from the grip and ran after a car that was driving out of the community.
My heart was beating wildly in my chest, and the cold rain poured into my collar.
However, during this suffocating run, Zhuoer felt a moment of peace for the first time.
The glaring high beams suddenly cut through the rain.
“Drow——!”
Amid the shriek of sudden brakes, he seemed to hear Zhao Yiwei's heart-wrenching cry.
My body fell heavily on the wet and cold ground, and the rain splashed on my face, making it so painful that I couldn't open my eyes.
Brother, when you left... was it so painful too?
In the dim light, he seemed to see Xie Qingyu walking towards him with an umbrella.
Brother...are you here to pick me up?
Tears mixed with rain slid down the corners of the young man's eyes, and a smile finally appeared on his pale face, and he let the darkness swallow him.
Zhuo Er slowly opened his eyes, and the dazzling white light made him squint uncomfortably.
The strong smell of disinfectant rushed into his nose, making his stomach churn.
"Hey, young man, you're finally awake!" An enthusiastic voice exploded in my ears.
Zhuo Er turned his eyes with difficulty and saw the face of the person sitting next to him. It was an ordinary-looking lady with fancy clothes and a hair of explosive steel wool curls. Without him having to respond, she went through the whole story.
"It was a dark and windy night, and you, a grown man, were covered in blood, collapsing in front of my shop. It was terrifying.
Fortunately, an ambulance was called, otherwise, you would be dead by now!"
The old lady spoke with a slight accent, and she spoke whatever came to her mind without much attention to logic, which made it quite difficult for Zhuoer to understand.
Moreover, logically speaking, even if something happened to him and he was sent to the hospital, the people who should be by his side should be his parents, or Zhao Yiwei and the other three. At the very least, it should be someone arranged by the company.
Zhuoer now has an amazing guess, but he still needs more information to verify it.
The old lady's surname was Qian. Zhuo'er was a sweet-talker, so he started calling her "Auntie Qian".
He looked good to begin with, and after washing his face, he didn't look as bloody and scary as he did last night.
After thanking him sincerely, without saying a word, Aunt Qian told him all the information he wanted to know.
Zhuo Er's pupils shrank sharply, and his breathing became unstable for a moment.
Just at this moment, the cell phone rang suddenly from the bed next door.
Before Aunt Qian could react, Zhuo Er suddenly stood up and pulled open the curtain. The infusion needle was pulled out and blood rolled down her fingertips.
Aunt Qian screamed and went to find the nurse.
The person on the other side of the curtain, who had just answered the phone, was also startled by him.
She was a little girl of fifteen or sixteen. Seeing Zhuo Er's height and his murderous expression, she was terrified. Her eyes suddenly turned red and she shouted:
"mom!!"
The ward was in chaos in an instant.
The hurried footsteps of the nurse, the angry scolding of the girl's mother, and the anxious dissuasion of Aunt Qian mixed together.
Zhuo Er seemed to be out of the matter and let the tears roll down.
He bowed deeply, his voice so soft that it was almost inaudible, "Sorry, I just want to know...what is the name of this song and who is singing it..."
He was very humble and looked really pitiful. The girl's mother coughed twice and stopped scolding.
The little girl was so frightened that she didn't even remember when she hung up the phone.
She pursed her lips, her voice still filled with fear. "'Monsoon', is there something wrong with this song?"
The reaction was so violent that it almost scared her to death.
After hearing the exact answer, Zhuo Er felt like he had survived a disaster.
Cold sweat had already soaked my back, sticking to my skin.
It’s true!
Although the arrangement has been slightly changed, the unique style and processing techniques are clearly...
"So...who is the singer?" His voice trembled uncontrollably.
The little girl was a little impatient. This person was very strange.
But after thinking about it, I decided to tell the other party and get rid of him as soon as possible, otherwise I don’t know how crazy he would be.
He looks like a decent person, but his bright eyes are scary!
She deliberately slowed down her speech, emphasizing each word: "Xie-Qing-Yu--" She read the words slowly enough for the other person to hear clearly.
Zhuo Er started crying and laughing at the same time, looking quite neurotic.
The girl's mother once again solemnly stated to the nurse that she and her daughter wanted to change wards and there was no room for negotiation. She also condemned the hospital for arranging a mentally ill patient and her daughter in the same ward.
——
Zhuoer's injuries looked horrific, but they were only superficial.
After a week in the hospital, Aunt Qian came to take him away.
The medical bills were expensive, and he didn't want to take advantage of the old man, so he had to work to pay off his debts.
This way, he could solve the problem of food and accommodation, and get familiar with this world as quickly as possible. More importantly... he could find Xie Qingyu.
With a "pop", the peeled potatoes fell into the basin.
Zhuo Er sat on a low stool, full of energy. He recalled the day when he blurted out that he wanted to see Xie Qingyu, and the little girl's ridicule: "Who doesn't want to see Xie Qingyu?"
Although he was not sure whether Xie Qingyu was the person he was looking for, he would never give up as long as there was a glimmer of hope.
Nearly a month after being discharged from the hospital, he got a new ID card and borrowed some money from his major creditor, Aunt Qian, to buy a third-party mobile phone.
Although some functions have failed, being able to access the Internet means that I can see news about Xie Qingyu.
The private message sent to the other party fell on deaf ears.
But it’s also true that popular stars’ private inboxes are overwhelmed with messages every day, and they may not log in to these accounts often.
Now he works odd jobs in Aunt Qian's shop during the day, and sings in a nearby bar at night to earn extra money.
Once he saves enough money, he will be able to pay off his debts and then... go see Xie Qingyu!
No matter what, I must see him!
The first opportunity came sooner than expected.
The MYST7 boy group that Xie Qingyu belongs to is about to start their world tour, and the second stop happens to be in Lian City, the city where he lives.
On the day MYST7 rushed to Lian City, Zhuoer arranged the work in the store in advance and rushed to the airport before dawn.
Although they arrived very early, a large number of fans had already gathered at the scene.
He did not waste this period of time. After passing layers of screening and tests, he successfully broke into Xie Qingyu's fan base.
The more I understand, the stronger my confidence becomes.
Even if they are parallel worlds, how could two souls so similar be created with different growth trajectories?
He stood alone at the front of the crowd, his tall figure particularly conspicuous.
A simple hoodie and mask could not hide the unique aura around him, attracting the attention of fans around him.
Unlike other fans who were squatting or leaning, he always stood straight, like a solidified statue, maintaining an almost paranoid wait amid the hustle and bustle.
Until the staff rushed over to inform: Because the fans at the scene were too dense, for safety reasons, MYST7 members had to leave through other channels.
The light in Zhuoer's eyes instantly went out.
Is this a trick of fate or a test?
According to past information, MYST7 would most likely choose the ordinary tourist channel...but today, they just passed by each other.
Back at Aunt Qian's shop, Zhuoer forced himself to cheer up and work harder.
The salary of the bar singer increased as the number of customers he attracted increased, and he even became a little famous on the Internet.
But this is far from enough.
He had made up his mind: if they had no chance to meet in Lian City, he would go straight to Hai City and go to Xie Qingyu's contract company - Yunchuang Media.
It is indeed not suitable to be a trainee when you are in your twenties, but you can always apply for other positions.
Waiting for something to happen has never been his style.
There are more reliable methods, but the recent frequent auditory hallucinations have given Zhuo Er a vague premonition that his time in this world may not be long.
——
"Zhuo'er, the supervisor wants to see you."
"good."
Zhuoer responded and tapped the audio control panel a few times to adjust the accompaniment rhythm to the best setting.
As he turned around, his eyes swept over the dozen or so sweaty trainees in the training room: "Keep practicing, I'll check your moves later."
More than half a month has passed since I joined Yunchuang Entertainment as a dance teacher.
The popularity of MYST7 and Xie Qingyu was far beyond his imagination, but he ultimately failed to meet the person he wanted to meet, and the overseas tour made the chance of meeting even slimmer.
But at least, he finally stood closest to him.
In a sense, he is an illegal immigrant in this world. In fact, his resume was rejected as soon as he submitted it.
First, he has no academic qualifications, second, he has no important awards or work experience, and there are also some other hardships that he is reluctant to talk about.
Fortunately, I finally won the appreciation of my current supervisor with my excellent business skills and proactive attitude.
"Manager Liu." Zhuo Er knocked lightly on the office door.
Only after hearing the response from inside did he push the door open and walk in.
The content of the conversation was nothing more than an assessment of the progress of this group of trainees and an examination of his teaching ability.
Zhuo Er answered fluently, and the supervisor gradually showed a look of satisfaction on his face.
As I left the office, two young female employees were whispering excitedly in the corridor.
Zhuo'er's sharp ears caught the three words "Xie Qingyu", and the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.
In his heart, he was already 99.99% certain. Whenever he heard others praising him, he would feel an indescribable pride in his chest.
This is the almighty captain of NOVA-X, so dazzling no matter in which time and space.
But as the conversation continued, Zhuoer's steps suddenly stopped.
The fingers casually inserted in his pockets clenched unconsciously.
He could no longer hear the rest of the words. Only one message exploded in his mind:
The overseas tour is over, and Xie Qingyu is now in the company!
This explains why they are so excited!
Without thinking, Zhuo Er rushed past them and went downstairs to the company building. He did not have the authority to go to higher floors.
But Xie Qingyu had to pass through the company gate anyway - this thought drove him to run all the way.
But when he rushed to the first-floor lobby panting, he only had time to see the taillights of a black nanny car flashing around the corner.
He was very familiar with that license plate number. It had been deeply engraved in his mind during countless late nights when he looked through the Reuters photos from the fan site.
Zhuo Er closed his eyes tightly, his chest heaving violently.
Once again...once again just one step away.
Why is it always like this?!
In recent days, the feeling of impending departure has become stronger and stronger, like the few grains of sand left in an hourglass.
He can't wait any longer!
He took out all his savings in this world, and after repeated comparisons and screenings, he finally bought a ticket for the last stop of the Yun City tour from a reputable scalper.
On the day of the concert, Zhuoer was still a little dazed when queuing for ticket checking.
Just now, he really saw Xie Qingyu, although it was just a glimpse from afar, across the surging crowd.
But that silhouette, everything about it, was so familiar that it made his eyes warm.
Brother, I think I found you.
There was a sudden commotion at the front of the line, as if some counterfeit tickets had been seized.
Zhuo Er unconsciously clenched his cell phone and ID card, his knuckles turning white.
This is the last chance. If this time...
Fortunately, the ticket was real.
He even had a surprisingly good seat, quite close to the main stage.
When the lights dimmed and the music started, Zhuoer's eyes never left the pink-haired figure on the stage.
Every turn, every wave, was exactly as he remembered.
Just watch and watch.
Until the end of the performance.
Until several people on the stage bowed together and announced that MYST°7 would be traveling together in the future.
Until...
Zhuo Er suddenly felt dazed.
He subconsciously raised his hand and traced the familiar figure in the air, but felt as if there was an invisible barrier between them.
At this moment, he seemed to catch a few familiar faces out of the corner of his eye - Zhao Yiwei, Zuo Jiaming, and Tang Shuo. They were scattered in different seats in the audience, all looking quietly at the center of the stage.
"Brother..." Zhuo Er couldn't help but murmur, "Don't you want us anymore?"
The person on the stage seemed to sense something and looked over here, but his gaze went straight through his body.
Zhuo Er raised his hand and looked again, and found that his body was turning into nothingness.
"Qingyu, who are you looking at?" asked Gu Qi who was standing next to him.
Xie Qingyu shook his head, but his eyes never turned away from that direction. He seemed to have hallucinated and heard Zhuo Er calling him.
Seeing this, the other members looked over there curiously.
Wei Liangchen even squinted his eyes exaggeratedly and used his hands to assist, but he was still a fan.
Oh, now I have become an even more excited fan because they are all looking over there.
Xie Qingyu tilted his head and amusedly pushed the furry head of the nearest Leo puppy away.
Come to think of it, it has been more than two years since I came into this world. Zhuoer is the youngest brother in the NOVA-X team. When he first debuted, he was about the same age as Leo when he participated in the draft.
The child was noisy, but fortunately he listened to him, and Xie Qingyu always felt a little more pain unconsciously.
It seems now that he can't go back. Judging from the scene of the car accident, this immature brat Zhuoer will most likely get stuck in a dead end.
He had no time to think at that time, his body had already protected Zhuo Er before his consciousness.
In fact, there are not so many pros and cons to weigh?
It was just that he instinctively felt that he, a person without any relatives or friends in that world, was indeed not that important compared to Zhuo Er, who had a bright future.
And after he left, there were still a few people left.
I just sometimes wonder if that silly boy is still blaming himself and whether he has eaten well.
It’s just a pity that I can’t say goodbye properly to those lovely fans who sincerely hope for his best.
But now, in this world, he is really happy and content.
I just hope that Zhuoer can come out of this as soon as possible and go further and further with the glory of NOVA-X!
Zhuo Er looked at Xie Qingyu on the stage, who was looking at him gently. The two seemed to be looking at each other across time and space.
Tears instantly blurred his vision. He wanted to shout "Brother" again and beg him not to leave.
But until the last moment before consciousness faded, the call was stuck in the throat.
During his brief stay in this world, he could clearly see through the fragments of information on the Internet: the light in Xie Qingyu's eyes, and the natural and intimate interactions with his teammates.
Everyone loved him sincerely, just like... just like NOVA-X once did.
It turns out that it was not Xie Qingyu who needed NOVA-X, but this team that needed Xie Qingyu.
Because no matter which world he is in, that person will always be like this, warming everyone around him with his own light.
A dazzling white light flashed, and Zhuoer suddenly opened his eyes.
In the dark room, only the cold tear marks on the cheeks and the cold sweat on the back reminded him of what had just happened.
He slowly stood up and turned on the light, and the familiar furnishings of the room came into view, as if the adventure was just a consolation sent by Xie Qingyu.
But Zhuo Er knew that was not the case.
Suddenly, there were messy footsteps outside the door, followed by rapid knocks on the door.
When I opened the door, I saw three barefoot teammates standing there panting.
The moment their eyes met, they laughed out loud at the same time, but as they laughed, their eyes became red.
That's great. That's great.
Xie Qingyu lives happily in another world, and they must continue to move forward with the caring love of their brother.
NOVA-X will climb higher mountains, but the most important position will always be reserved for Xie Qingyu!
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