Action to Save Little White Flower [Quick Transmigration GL]

"The person who won the best actress is—" The host deliberately prolonged the ending to create a sense of suspense. The camera scanned several candidates, whether it was Zhao Xingyue or Shen Qingwei, they all kept the right tone Smile.

If someone observes carefully, it is not difficult to find that the arcs of the corners of their lips are astonishingly similar.

"Shen Qingwei—and Zhao Xingyue!"

The unexpected two names instantly detonated the audience.

After a moment of hesitation, applause rushed towards the two actresses who stood up from their seats like a tidal wave.

Zhao Xingyue and Shen Qingwei naturally embraced the people around them and accepted their blessings. In the end, Zhao Xingyue walked up to Shen Qingwei and extended his hand to her.

Shen Qingwei looked at her, smiled suddenly, and then put her hand in her palm.

The wrists of the two naturally drooped and were hidden between the folds of the long skirts. Shen Qingwei's fingers moved slightly, inserting little by little between Zhao Xingyue's fingers.

Zhao Xingyue tried to draw out her hand. Under the gaze of countless cameras, she didn't dare to make too much movement. After two unsuccessful attempts, she let Shen Qingwei's movements go.

With a bright smile, the award presenter delivered the two trophies to their hands.

It is a miracle in the history of film, and it is also a supreme honor for a crew to produce two actresses.

As a senior, Zhao Xingyue gave Shen Qingwei the first chance to give a thank you speech. Shen Qingwei didn't give up, stepped forward two steps, and took the host's microphone.

"Thank you very much, thank you very much for being able to stand here today, holding the trophy..."

Zhao Xingyue had seen Shen Qingwei on the podium many times, but it was all from the camera, or from the audience, and it was the first time she stood so close.

Closer, she could see the fine hairs on Shen Qingwei's face, and the twinkle in her eyes when she spoke.

After a series of thanks list, Shen Qingwei suddenly said: "Besides that, I have one more person to thank."

"Thanks to her for reaching out to me in my most difficult time, thanking her for ever..."

Everyone knows who she is thanking.

Because Shen Qingwei must thank Zhao Xingyue every time she receives an award, she hasn't said anything yet.

"I've been lucky, luckier than I've ever been, especially today."

Zhao Xingyue suddenly anticipated what she was going to say, and turned her head with a bit of astonishment in her expression.

"For so many years, I have worked so hard. Apart from paying off my debts, my only dream is that one day I can stand side by side with her in the same place and receive the attention of everyone. I know that I am still far away from her. Thanks to the organizer for giving me this opportunity today."

She turned her head and looked at Zhao Xingyue with a radiant expression, just like what she saw in her dream.

"Thank you for making me who I am today," she said.

Zhao Xingyue opened her arms to her, and before Shen Qingwei had time to show a smile on her face, she was thrown to the ground by her.

Something crashed to the ground.

There was an uproar at the scene.

"Security, security—"

"Save people quickly, Zhao Xingyue and Shen Qingwei are still below."

"What's the matter, didn't you say that there is absolutely no problem?"

There was a lot of voices, but Shen Qingwei couldn't hear anything.

In the dust all over the sky, she could only see Zhao Xingyue pressing on her body.

It has been almost ten years since she was rescued last time.

Ten years ago, she stood on the sidelines in shock, watching the huge chandelier fall on Zhao Xingyue, and the blood flowed out from the hole in her head, forming a pool of blood on the ground.

Ten years later, when she was lying on the ground, Zhao Xingyue was pressing on her body, and blood flowed down her cheeks, dripping onto her face.

A drop of blood slipped across Zhao Xingyue's chin, and finally fell into Shen Qingwei's lips. She licked it and tasted the rust.

"You'll be fine, you'll be fine..."

Unlike the last time when it was just a chandelier that was in disrepair, what fell down this time was a whole row of lamps.

Blood flowed out of Zhao Xingyue's body quickly, and Shen Qingwei only saw drops of red blood dripping down. In fact, the place where the two bodies joined was already wet with blood, and more blood was still running down the clothes, constantly Flow down.

If Shen Qingwei was willing to reach out and touch the ground, it would not be difficult to find the slippery feeling in the dust.

Zhao Xingyue put her arms around Shen Qingwei's ears, trying to create a small space for her. Hearing Shen Qingwei's voice, she tried her best to smile, "Don't be afraid."

But her words are really weak, especially when she speaks them in a tone that may die at any moment.

The pain from her body made Zhao Xingyue, who had been not sober all this time, become sober.

She stared at the girl below her.

She doesn't look very good, her eyes are like two springs, tears are constantly coming out, the big brown eyes are washed clean and transparent by tears, the fear and panic inside are nakedly presented in front of her .

"Ah Yue, Zhao Xingyue, are you stupid, are you stupid, what are you doing here—"

Zhao Xingyue curled her lips, as if she was talking about something unimportant, "Because you are there."

"Do you know that this is very dangerous! You can obviously escape!"

Zhao Xingyue stared at her without speaking.

Shen Qingwei clenched her lips: "...fool."

"I'm very glad that I took you to watch the fireworks that night. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll owe this promise in my next life."

"Don't talk, don't talk."

"You did better than I expected, Shen Qingwei, keep going, I will watch you, just like before."

"Do not……"

"Don't cry."

How can I not cry.

Shen Qingwei's eyes were like a reservoir with its gates opened at this moment, unable to stop the surging tears.

In fact, she didn't want to cry either, she didn't want tears to blur her vision so that she couldn't see Zhao Xingyue's expression clearly.

Suddenly, she felt a soft touch on her cheek.

"Don't cry, my little girl."

……

The obituary about Zhao Xingyue quickly spread all over the Internet.

Click on Weibo, almost all the hot topics are people who miss her, fans, colleagues, acquainted and unfamiliar, around Zhao Xingyue, everyone has endless topics to discuss.

For many, death is the momentary peak of their fame.

Zhao Xingyue is like this.

The only person who was still silent was Shen Qingwei's Weibo.

There were no advertisements, no words, as if the owner had abandoned this Weibo account. Half a month after Zhao Xingyue left this world, there was still not a single word coming out of this Weibo account.

Someone scolded Shen Qingwei in the comment section, saying that she had no conscience, that Zhao Xingyue saved her, but she was unwilling to sacrifice a word for her.

Someone made an excuse for her, saying that she was too sad, so she chose to remain silent.

Shen Qingwei knew nothing about the ups and downs on the Internet.

She locked herself in the room, refused everyone's visits, and she did not appear at Zhao Xingyue's funeral, as if she could deny the news that that person had died.

How could she die?

Shen Qingwei thought, the last time she pushed herself away from under the chandelier, she obviously bled so much, but after a few days, she still appeared in front of her alive and kicking.

She swiped through WeChat again and again, hoping that the other party would suddenly send a congratulatory red envelope, congratulating her on winning another actress.

but no.

Mailbox no.

Weibo does not.

Not everywhere.

Zhao Xingyue's death, while pushing her fame to its peak, also erased the records of her existence bit by bit.

The more others miss her, the more Shen Qingwei can clearly recognize that she is gone.

Now she is very afraid of night and sleep. Whenever she dreams, she seems to be back under the cramped light stand, back to the small safe space that Zhao Xingyue circled for her.

She heard her say, "Don't cry, my little girl."

Then the picture turned and became the scene when everyone lifted her up.

A broken iron rod was inserted obliquely into her chest from the back, and it was from this place that a large amount of blood gushed out. In comparison, the wound on the head could only be called a minor injury.

She had lost consciousness and her eyes were closed tightly, but before being pushed into the emergency room, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked in her direction.

Those eyes were unbelievably gentle, and there were colors she had never seen hidden in them.

There are encouragements, and others.

She knew what Zhao Xingyue wanted to say——

Live well, I'm watching you.

But without her, how would she live well.

She is like a person living in the desert. Her only goal is the bright oasis not far away. The obsession in her heart drives her to keep looking for the oasis. However, when a sandstorm blows, her oasis is gone. In the desert, she couldn't find the way forward at all.

As she said at the awards ceremony, since she was 20, her life has been divided into two parts.

Part of it is used to pay off debts, to get rid of the past.

But the other part is used to search, to search for the future, to search for the future where Zhao Xingyue exists.

She always said to herself, it's still early, don't worry, one day, one day, when she stands on the same position as Zhao Xingyue, she will be able to confess to her openly and ask her to share her life .

But no one knows, accident or tomorrow, which one will come first.

Shen Qingwei's surprise came first.

Tomorrow is fixed at a certain moment in the past and never comes again.

……

In the morning of Qingming, when the sky was still dark, it began to rain lightly, and the sky and the earth were shrouded in a piece of rain and fog, which was a gray piece.

It was only a few minutes past eight when Shen Qingwei arrived at Zhao Xingyue's cemetery.

But someone came earlier than her.

Seeing the familiar figure from behind, Shen Qingwei's body froze. The person she was most afraid of facing during this time was undoubtedly Lin Tianwang.

Zhao Xingyue is his only daughter. She has seen how Zhao Xingyue acted like a spoiled child to Lin Tianwang, and she understands Lin Tianwang's love and indulgence for this daughter.

She hesitated for a long time before she said, "Uncle Lin."

"I actually don't like you very much."

Lin Tianwang said suddenly.

Shen Qingwei lowered her eyes, and her eyes fell on the tombstone. In the black and white photo, Zhao Xingyue was pursing the corners of her lips, slightly raising her chin, showing a haughty smile.

Looks like a real little bastard.she thinks.

"From the very beginning, Ah Yue has shown extraordinary attention to you." His words made Shen Qingwei's heart skip a beat.

But Lin Tianwang didn't continue talking. He turned his head and stared at her with long and narrow phoenix eyes similar to Zhao Xingyue. There was thick ink rolling in it that Shen Qingwei couldn't understand, "But I hope you can live a good life and don't let Ah Yue down." expectations of you."

Is this... comforting her?

After he finished speaking, he left without giving Shen Qingwei any chance to talk.

Shen Qingwei was holding an umbrella. After he left, she walked to Zhao Xingyue's tomb and put the umbrella on the tombstone.

The fine rain fell down her skirt, and Lin Tianwang's unexpected words made her quickly find out the reason.

Except for this smiling bastard, who else could make Lin Tianwang say such comforting words after experiencing the pain of losing his daughter.

She closed her eyes and leaned on the tombstone, "Asshole..."

She obviously wanted to go with her, but her words forced her to stay in this world.

asshole.