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"The entertainment industry is my [rebirth]" Jinjiang's exclusive release - text: Chun Daohan

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[01] For a long time after Cen Feng's death, Xu Zhaixing had the same dream.

The boy in the dream was sitting in a closed room flipping through a book, the charcoal at his feet burned silently, swallowing the last oxygen. Xu Zhaixing was standing outside the door, trying his best to smash the invisible door.

But she had no choice.

Cen Feng looked up, smiled at her, then threw the book into the brazier, and the flames licked up. Xu Zhaixing watched him being swallowed, and then woke up crying, shaking with pain.

Cen Feng has been gone for half a year.

For half a year, the name Cen Feng has rarely been mentioned in the entertainment industry where news emerges one after another. Even when he just died, his news dominated the headlines of major portals for a whole week, as if the whole world was unfair to him.

At that time, all her friends who knew she liked Cen Feng came to comfort her.

They repeated everything that happened to Cen Feng, not only sympathizing with him, but also his fans. In the end, tell Xu Zhexing to keep an eye on it, after all, it's just an idol who "you and I didn't have a chance, it's all about me spending money".

Xu Zhaixing, who used to fight with his teeth and claws for Cen Feng, didn't refute anything.

People are always forgetful, netizens who denounced Cen Feng disappeared under the interference of capital, and even his fans had new idols. Gradually, Xu Zhaixing stopped mentioning him, as if he had never tried his best to love a young man.

It's just that sometimes, she is in a daze when she is empty, and when she reacts, tears flow down her face.

A colleague asked her, "Zhi Xing, what's wrong with you?"

What's up with her?

She didn't know either, she just felt that her heart was empty and painful, like a piece had been gouged out by a knife.

...

It started to rain lightly in the evening, and Aunt Zhu, the nanny who took care of Xu's father, called and said, "Zhi Xing, are you coming back for dinner? I made chicken soup for your father."

Xu Zhaixing dragged the makeup box down the stairs: "Tonight with makeup, the bride's house is in the suburbs and won't come back. You and Dad can eat together. By the way, Aunt Zhu, my classmates bought the courier box downstairs from abroad. Honey, you take it and give Dad a bowl to feed him before going to bed."

Aunt Zhu answered and hung up.

Xu's father has been paralyzed in bed since he suffered a stroke seven years ago. In the early years, Xu Zhexing took care of her personally. In the past two years, her career has risen and she has made some money, so she hired a nanny for Xu's father.

It wasn't raining much, so she dragged her makeup box to the street for a taxi.

While waiting for the traffic light, a woman next to me was calling with her child in her arms: "I have already handed in the second-phase financial statements, how can I change the budget now? The approval from President Chen has already been passed!"

She hugged the child and held the umbrella. She couldn't hold the phone firmly, so she put down the little girl in her arms, "It's useless for you to tell me this! What did you do earlier?"

The little girl was three or four years old with a yo-yo in her hand. Xu Shi wet his hands from the rain, and the yo-yo rolled out and rolled forward along the zebra crossing.

The little girl fell to the ground chasing the yo-yo. The off-road vehicle not far away was whistling and speeding up. Her mother was still on the phone. past.

All I remember is that she pushed the little girl aside, and then there was a severe pain in her waist, her internal organs seemed to be displaced, a sweet and fishy smell rushed to her throat, and she lost consciousness.

It is said that before a person dies, the people and things that are most important to you will come to mind. But at the moment of life and death, Xu Zhaixing didn't even have time to look back on his life, so he died in pain.

The screams of the crowd, the cries of children, and the screeching sound of brakes enveloped the evening after the rain.

...

Xu Zhexing had a dream.

I dreamed that many years ago, my mother had not died of esophageal cancer, and my father had not gone bankrupt and had a stroke. She lives an enviably wealthy life and can pursue her dreams without any worries.

I dreamed of the limited edition Barbie dolls in her house, the beautiful clothes she made for the dolls herself, and the gold medal in the youth clothing design competition that she put on the desk.

I dreamed that she got an offer from the Royal Academy of Arts when she was in her third year of high school. Just when she was happily preparing to go to university abroad, her mother was diagnosed with advanced esophageal cancer.

His father failed in his venture capital investment, and he lost more than 10 million yuan. In the end, he couldn't even get the money to treat his mother's illness. And the relatives who used to be eager to please them are all behind closed doors at this time, including the second uncle of the Xu family who tricked his father into participating in venture capital.

Xu's father sold the company's assets to treat his mother's illness, but he gave up going abroad, took the college entrance examination, and was admitted to an art and design university in city B.

But my mother's illness is at an advanced stage, and no amount of money can save it. His mother passed away, his father went bankrupt and had gray hair overnight. He suffered a stroke and was paralyzed in bed.

That year, Xu Zhexing had just turned eighteen years old.

Already had to provoke all the burdens of the family.

She saw herself struggling to move forward in the mud. When her classmates around the same age were facing love, food, travel, and chasing stars, she was facing debt collection from creditors, bank loans, and her father's large medical expenses. .

She doesn't want to give up her dream of designing, she works part-time while going to school, and feels tired even panting every day.

In the winter of her freshman year, she came home an hour late because she had to hand in her design homework.

, The paralyzed father wanted to drink water, and when struggling to get a water glass, he knocked over the water bottle.

When Xu Zhexing returned home, her father had fainted from the pain and was sent to the hospital by calling 120. The doctor told her that it was a severe burn.

Xu Zhexing remembered that it snowed that night.

She squatted in the corridor of the hospital, holding a stack of expensive medical bills, covering her face and crying silently.

She couldn't hold on.

She feels so tired.

She took the knife from the aunt who was cutting the fruit in the next hospital bed, and planned to find a place where no one was there to kill her.

It snowed heavily that night, and it was very cold. She sat on the cold stone steps and pointed the knife at her heart while crying.

Across the street is a building with a huge LED screen.

When the light came up, the tip of the knife was about to pierce the heart.

Xu Zhexing raised his head in the white light, and saw the boy on the LED screen.

He was wearing a white sweater, playing the piano, his black hair was fine and soft, like a noble and gentle prince, smiling in her direction.

Such a beautiful smile, like a ray of sunlight shining into this dark and cold night, warmed her cold and desperate heart.

Humans are amazing creatures. The courage to commit suicide suddenly disappeared. As if frightened, she hurriedly dropped the knife in her hand and looked up at the boy playing the piano.

The picture on the LED screen is only ten seconds, and no one knows what kind of power those ten seconds gave her in this cold and desperate night.

The person playing the piano in the picture is called Cen Feng, a star who just debuted, a gentle and smiling boy.

In those days when she couldn't last, Cen Feng was the only light in her whole life.

No matter how difficult the situation is, think about him and get through it.

With this light, she went through the most difficult period of time. Although the debt has not been repaid and the father has not recovered, everything is getting better and everything is full of hope.

The fact that she likes Cen Feng has brought her pale and powerless life back to life.

She hopes that one day, she can stand in front of Cen Feng with her work and proudly say to him: Brother, look, I did it.

She wanted to say to him, thank you for being there, thank you for playing the piano for me, thank you for not giving up on myself, thank you for making me be who I am.

But it turned out that this young man who gave her so much hope had already stepped into the abyss of death with half a foot.

How ridiculous.

Every day I shout and shout to protect my brother and our baby, but I don't even know that he has depression.

But he didn't even see the pain under his forced smile.

Still so selfish, he draws strength from his smile and embraces illusory illusions.

What's even more ridiculous is that after tearing this layer of illusion, she can't do anything for him except cry and feel sad.

She will never see Cen Feng again.

The boy she loved with all her life.

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"Zhixing? Zhaixing! Wake up! Oh my God, are you drooling, my! Ah, ah, my Yingqi! You're all wet with your saliva! Get me up! Get up!"

There was a buzzing sound in her ears, and Xu Zhaixing felt her head heavy, and a fleshy hand patted her face.

"Xu Zhexing! Get up! This is the new version! Do you know how long I waited in line to buy it!"

Why is this noisy voice in her ear so similar to her high school deskmate Cheng You?

Xu Zhexing struggled to open his eyes.

In an instant, the light of the dusk diffused into the eyes through the glass windows of the classroom.

Chasing classmates in school uniforms, messy desks piled with books, crooked aisles, all these are unfamiliar and familiar, and belong to the memory of many years ago.

Xu Zhexing closed his eyes hard, looked at his hands in disbelief, and touched his waist.

Next to him, Cheng You was still distressed by the new version of "The Temptation of the Wolf" that she had queued for hours to buy. He took out a scented tissue and carefully dried the water on the pages, and then looked at it with disgust.

Xu Zhexing was still blindfolded, with obvious tears in the corners of his eyes.

Cheng You was happy for a moment: "Isn't it saliva?! Ah, ah, that's great! Ah, no, what's wrong with you, Zhaixing, why did you sleep and cry?"

Xu Zhaixing called out her name with difficulty: "...Cheng You?"

They lost contact after graduating from high school. They hadn't called this name for many years. She didn't know if she remembered it wrong.

Cheng You leaned over suspiciously and poked her in the face: "What's wrong with you? Why are you so stupid?"

The school bell rang in my ears.

Cheng You hurriedly stuffed it into the desk and took out the books for this class. Xu Zhexing saw a few large characters on the book: Mathematics for the first year of high school.

High school?

ten years ago?

Is it a dream?

The high school math teacher Cao Jumei stepped on the bell and walked into the classroom. She was still in her own image, with the popular curly hair, and her voice was thin and sharp, with the rigidity and strictness of a math teacher.

"Sit down for me! Day after day, my mind is not on study! Liu Qingshan! It's you, you are still laughing! Give me your legs! Where is the classroom? Make you a cup of tea?"

The classroom burst into laughter.

Cao Jumei patted the podium heavily with her textbook, and was startled by the empty chalk dust, "Everyone sit down! Let's start the lecture next, turn to chapter 2.2, and learn logarithmic functions today."

There was a screeching sound of flipping books all around.

Cheng You flipped through the book, saw Xu Zhaixing still stunned, poked her arm with the pen, and lowered his voice: "What are you stunned for? Do you want to be named by Teacher Cao?"

Xu Zhaixing finally woke up a little bit from the daze.

She opened the book with some stiff fingers, stared at the function formula that had been forgotten for many years, and her heart beat faster.

It's not a dream, it's real.

She went back ten years ago.

The mother is not sick, the father is not paralyzed, and the family is not bankrupt.

Cen Feng... is still alive.

The people she loves are still alive.

Everything is still in time.

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