Action to Save Little White Flower [Quick Transmigration GL]

On the Naihe Bridge, the souls of the dead waiting to cross the bridge moved slowly with the team in a daze.

Zhao Xingyue suddenly appeared at one end of the Naihe Bridge.

The Bianhua by the Wangchuan River gently shakes its petals, as if welcoming her.

Her appearance did not attract the attention of a dead soul, but Meng Po, who was standing on the other side of the bridge with a blank expression, raised her head and glanced in this direction.

After glancing at the seemingly invisible team of dead souls, Zhao Xingyue raised her foot and walked onto the Naihe Bridge.

Once there is nothing to do, life is helpless.

She walked very slowly, her mind was blank, and there was only one name, which she chewed repeatedly in her heart.

Shen Qingwei.

Shen Qingwei.

Shen Qingwei.

Countless faces appeared in her mind, they had different facial features, different eye colors, the only thing in common was probably the smiling eyes looking at her in those similarly shaped eyes.

Meng Po standing in front of a big pot is a very old-looking old man.

She was hunched over, wearing a blue cloth dress, her gray hair was gathered in a headscarf, her clear eyes were hidden in the wrinkles all over her face.

Zhao Xingyue stood still in front of her, without reaching out her hand, just watching Po Meng calmly scooped bowl after bowl of Po Meng soup out of the pot, and handed it to the dead soul.

The crooked pottery bowls on the side of the pot seem to never run out. If one is taken away, a new one will appear.

No one knows how many years Po Meng stayed in the underworld. Some people say that when the Six Paths were first formed, she stood by the Naihe Bridge and cooked Po Meng soup day after day.

The secrets in this world are always those who live longer, the more they know.

Zhao Xingyue didn't know how old Po Meng was, nor how long she had lived, but she knew that if she wanted to ask someone for a secret, probably among the people she knew, there was no one besides the Jade Emperor and the Fujun. He will know more than Po Meng.

Perhaps the secrets they know are no match for Po Meng.

After all, Fujun was cultivated by mortals, and Jade Emperor was also cultivated by mortals, but the Six Paths of Reincarnation, Naihe Bridge and Wangchuan River existed before the appearance of immortals.

"It's not yet time, don't ask if you shouldn't ask."

Po Meng's voice was hoarse, as if floating from far away.

"When is the time?"

A bowl of clear soup was handed to Zhao Xingyue.

She raised her head and drank it, and her figure quickly disappeared into the air.

Almost as soon as she left, a figure slowly appeared from the air.

"She didn't come?"

Granny Meng's voice was the same as always, "I didn't come."

Fujun tried his best to purse the corners of his lips, but still couldn't hold back a smile.

"Finally..."

His emotions were light and floating, and quickly dispersed in the air.

Po Meng raised her head and looked at the other side of the Naihe Bridge. There was no one else in the long queue among the dead souls in the sky.

Her face moved, as if she wanted to make a smile, but she failed.

She lowered her head, blinked her eyes, and the clear soup reflected her old face.

The person in the water slowly curled the corners of his lips, revealing a smile that she had never smiled.

……

It took Shen Qingwei half a year to get out of Zhao Xingyue's death.

It is actually not appropriate to say that you have come out. To be more precise, it should be to return to a normal life.

He resumed work, filming, and even participating in variety shows, pretending that nothing happened, as if everything was the same as before Zhao Xingyue left.

Except that she talked less and less, smiled less and less, and started smoking.

Shen Qingwei is actually not suitable for smoking.

She is not the kind of person who is addicted to smoking. The happiness brought by nicotine is far from enough to wash away the sadness in her heart, but the choking smoke and coughing sore throat give her a feeling that she is still alive.

She doesn't drink, not a drop.

Her drinking capacity was no longer what it used to be, but after Zhao Xingyue left, she never touched alcohol-related liquids once.

Her nerves were like a taut string, and she didn't dare to relax in the slightest, for fear that the sudden memory would knock her down like a tsunami, and she would never be able to get up again.

After all, she still has a lot of things to do.

As Zhao Xingyue said, she was watching her, so she couldn't let her down.

Countless trophies were brought home by her as if she didn't need money. From domestic to international, Shen Qingwei's high output and high quality made her the most popular actress in the entire entertainment circle.

One year after Zhao Xingyue's death, Yao Fangfang became Shen Qingwei's manager.

The relationship between him and Zhao Xingyue was not as simple as that between a manager and an artist.

They have known each other since they were young, and they went to junior high school and high school together. Zhao Xingyue accompanied him through the most difficult time when he came out of the closet. The two were not lovers and relatives, but their relationship with each other had already surpassed that of lovers and relatives.

For Shen Qingwei, he felt similar to Lin Tianwang.

Even though he knew that she had no fault at all, it was still hard not to blame her for the fact that Zhao Xingyue died for her.

But he finally returned to Shen Qingwei's side.

Zhao Xingyue's ability to achieve great achievements at a young age is inseparable from Lin Tianwang, but his help is also indispensable.

Otherwise, with Zhao Xingyue's bad temper, he would have offended a group of people in the entertainment industry and been thrown out. No one can speak well.

He has a pair of keen eyes. When the script is delivered to him, he can predict the commercial value of the script just by looking at it. As soon as the advertising contract is handed over to him, the endorsement content and artist image will instantly pop up in his mind. The degree of fit, the trade-offs of pros and cons.

With him, Shen Qingwei is like a tiger with wings added.

No matter how much resentment there was, it gradually dissipated when she saw that Shen Qingwei was busy turning herself around like a spinning top, and her body was getting weaker by the day.

He advised: "You should rest."

"I know."

If you want to say which sentence Shen Qingwei uses most familiarly now, I probably know it.

Yao Fangfang understood what Shen Qingwei meant when she heard it.

Knowing is knowing, but whether to do it or not is another matter.

"Cough-cough-"

Shen Qingwei coughed violently. She took out a cigarette and put it to her lips, ready to light it for herself.

A burst of anger rushed straight into Yao Fangfang's brain for no reason.

He rushed over and snatched the cigarette and lighter. The lighter was thrown far away, but the cigarette stepped on the bottom of his feet and crushed it several times.

"Shen Qingwei, do you know what you are doing? What qualifications do you have to be self-willed? Zhao Xingyue saved your life, so why don't you live a good life?"

Shen Qingwei looked at the unsightly trampled cigarettes on the ground, stood up silently, "I see, I'm going to sleep."

Yao Fangfang felt that she had punched the cotton with her fist.

He wanted to yell at Shen Qingwei, and wanted her to stop being lifeless all day long. Zhao Xingyue had been gone for almost ten years, and many of the stars who were at the same time as Shen Qingwei had their second children. Why can't she get out!

But as soon as he mentioned Zhao Xingyue, the other party's reaction made him speechless.

What qualifications does he have to persuade Shen Qingwei to start a new life? Her life was bought with Zhao Xingyue's. In Yao Fangfang's opinion, Zhao Xingyue was the only one who should and could say such things.

Those of them—whether they were Shen Qingwei's friends or relatives, they were not qualified to say this.

But Zhao Xingyue was already dead.

……

Shen Qingwei was lying on the bed.

It has just entered autumn for a period of time, and the autumn tiger just retreats, which is not considered cold.

The window in the room was not closed, and she put the quilt on her shoulders, but she felt so cold all over her body, as if she was lying in an ice cellar.

She hadn't been lying in bed at this time for a long time.

Most of the time, she keeps herself busy enough to fall asleep standing up before going to bed.

Muscle fatigue will block the thinking of the nerves, making it impossible for that person's memory to penetrate into his brain.

They met exactly in the same season.

She still remembered the dance, the coat that Zhao Xingyue put on her shoulders, and the scene of her drinking and asking Zhao Xingyue for a kiss late at night.

The face that was once blurred by drunkenness gradually became clear in her memories over and over again.

She saw the doting and helplessness in those eyes, and she didn't get angry after being kissed forcibly, she just rubbed her head, her eyes were full of smiles.

She has liked me since then.

Shen Qingwei thought.

Otherwise why would she pounce on it when the chandelier fell?Otherwise, why would she be so nice to herself?

She felt that she was really the number one fool in the world, Zhao Xingyue did it so obviously, she didn't realize it, and thought that the other party was being so nice to everyone.

Zhao Xingyue is also a jerk.

She is so smart, she must know everything, but she doesn't say anything, just watch her jokes, watch her scratching her heart...

There was a tickle in her throat, and she couldn't help but began to cough again.

But this time, the cough didn't stop quickly, and instead got worse.

She suddenly tasted rust.

Let go of your hand, in the white palm, a touch of bright red is particularly conspicuous.

"Lung cancer, how could it be lung cancer? Doctor, are you mistaken? How could my daughter get lung cancer?! She is a big star, and she still wants to make movies, how could she get lung cancer?"

Shen's mother, who heard the bad news, chased after the doctor in disbelief, repeatedly confirming Shen Qingwei's condition.

The doctor has long been used to such family members. Even though the patient's status is a bit special, he still patiently explained to the other party over and over again.

"The patient is already at an advanced stage of lung cancer..."

There is no cure, only pain relief.

Survival period of up to three months.

"You're satisfied." Yao Fangfang leaned on the door frame, panting heavily. Obviously, he hurried over from somewhere after learning of Shen Qingwei's condition.

Shen Qingwei was wearing a white hospital gown, with an infusion bottle hanging in his hand. He was reading a book when he came, and when he heard the question, he raised his eyes and showed a slight smile.

"Ah."

Yao Fangfang almost wanted to punch this face with a fist. She raised her fist high, but it fell down quickly.

He hadn't seen Shen Qingwei smile so easily for a long time.

Shen Qingwei hardly smiles outside the play. Even if she smiles, it's the same as in the play. It's all about acting. For an actor, it's not difficult to mobilize the muscles on his face and show a "real" smile.

On the contrary, now, after learning about the countdown to her death, her face showed an unprecedented ease, no fear, no uneasiness, and death seemed to her more likely to be a relief than pain.

Closing the book on her lap, she said, "I've been waiting for a long time."

From the day Zhao Xingyue left, she had been waiting for such a day.

Yao Fangfang understood what she said, he turned his head so that she wouldn't see his red eyes, "Just be happy."

……

The time of three months is like a fleeting moment, fleeting in the blink of an eye.

The cancer cells in Shen Qingwei's body were constantly deteriorating, and the severe pain caused her to inject high doses of painkillers almost every day, and the amount of injections had already exceeded the scope of drug abuse.

But who cares about a cancer patient.

She cut off all news from the outside world, and refused most people's visits. She was nestled in the ward, and there was only one thing to do every day-watching videos.

She is extremely grateful for the existence of the Internet. In the vast network database, the trace of Zhao Xingyue's existence has become her most effective painkiller.

On the last day of March, she disappeared on the hospital bed.

The haggard mother Shen pushed open the door and was instantly dumbfounded when she saw the empty bed.

She rushed out of the ward, grabbed the doctor's white coat, and begged bitterly: "Where is Qingwei, where did you take Qingwei?"

Surveillance showed that Shen Qingwei left the hospital by herself. She changed her hospital clothes, wore a sweater with a hood, and even wore a wig. She passed through the patrolling doctors and nurses, and left the hospital in a big way.

She didn't have her cell phone or any possible means of communication with her, and no one knows where she went.

The first person to discover Shen Qingwei was Yao Fangfang.

When he got the news of Shen Qingwei's disappearance, he immediately dropped his work and drove to a place.

The sky started to rain the moment he stepped out of the car. He didn't bring an umbrella and could only rush directly into the rain.

From a long distance, he saw a person leaning against the tombstone, with a black umbrella propped on the tombstone, looking from a distance, it looked like two people were clinging to each other under the umbrella.

He walked over and shouted as softly as possible: "Shen Qingwei."

As expected, there was no response.

The smile on the corner of Shen Qingwei's mouth was the most beautiful smile he had seen in the past ten years.

……

Shen Qingwei died.

After her death, a piece of audio was suddenly exposed on the Internet.

"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."

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

"Don't cry, my little girl."

At the same time, a Weibo suddenly posted a fanart on time.

The name is - wait for me.

In the story, the woman who was left in the world by her lover for ten years finally saw her loved one in a white light at the last moment of her life.