After saving Meiqiang, I became popular all over the world

Qiao Zhihuan's thoughts flashed back to that day.

After all of Ye Cike's stories were deleted, the day he sat on the sea cliff with his Kindle.

After "resting" for so many days, he suddenly felt that his life was a bit ridiculous.

He worked hard and made progress, not even wasting a day, and all his efforts were trying his best to challenge his limits.

In the end, there was not even a single person visiting the sick, and I didn't know why and for whom I was fighting for the past 20 years.

Today, he can no longer dance, has no friends, no relatives, no one remembers him, and even his favorite characters have been completely destroyed.

There is nothing to miss in this world.

The golden light of the sunrise suddenly dazzled his eyes, but this sunrise has nothing to do with him.

Qiao Zhihuan closed her eyes, and jumped off the sea cliff in that mad fairy light shirt.

He has overcome obstacles and jumped off sea cliffs thousands of times in order to take beautiful shots, but only this time is for himself.

That's all Qiao Zhihuan knew. He didn't know that Ruan Sihuan was standing not far behind him, almost shattered in panic.

The white clothes fluttered down the cliff, Ruan Sihuan lost his mind, and the people behind him couldn't hold him back, so he jumped down with his first reaction.

The sea water is really cold, bitter and salty, and the impact of entering the water almost flattened his whole body.

Ruan Sihuan choked on a big mouthful of water, but he didn't care about taking a breath, and immediately plunged into the deep seabed.

The sunlight passed through the surface of the water, illuminating the sea water hazyly, Qiao Zhihuan's fairy white clothes were all floating away, like a thin moon on the bottom of the sea, drifting further and further away.

Ruan Sihuan was not good at water, he tried several times before catching Qiao Zhihuan on the verge of drowning.

The waves kept rolling him down, Ruan Sihuan gritted his teeth and tried his best, but only one thought remained in his mind, he wanted to save Qiao Zhihuan.

When he was about to reach the shore, due to lack of oxygen, his vision was dark, his mind was even more dizzy, and he was swept up and down in the waves, but he held on to Qiao Zhihuan's wrist tightly and did not let go for a moment.

Maybe it was because the waves couldn't see it, and gently pushed the two of them ashore.

The people brought by Ruan Sihuan called for rescue. When he woke up, the emergency doctor was shaking his head. At that time, he was also infusing oxygen. When he saw this situation, he immediately threw away the oxygen mask: "Cover him with a white cloth. What's the meaning?"

"Why didn't you save him?"

"Give him an infusion!"

Ruan Sihuan tore off the equipment on his body, and wanted to jump on Qiao Zhihuan with a broken expression. The surrounding ambulance personnel immediately held his arm, "Sir, calm down!"

He struggled in every possible way, and his strength was surprisingly great. Four or five adults couldn't hold him down. Suddenly, Ruan Sihuan felt a tingling pain in his arm, and then his body became extremely heavy.

He collapsed on the beach, and at the last moment when the sedative took effect, all he could see was Qiao Zhihuan, who had accompanied him on countless missions.

However, his face was pale, lying on the wet beach, he had completely left this world.

The waves of the sea flooded his clothes, as if calling him to come back, but Ruan Sihuan knew clearly in his heart that Qiao Zhihuan couldn't come back, because he abandoned the whole world.

The news of Qiao Zhihuan's departure exploded instantly.

Originally, his popularity was not low. Even though he had been silent for two years, many people were paying attention to his news.

Moreover, the magnificent life of a genius came to an abrupt end, and it was hard not to get attention.

Many media took advantage of the heat to look back at his life with a magnifying glass, either in good faith or maliciously, in order to make some "bursts". They found that Qiao Zhihuan's life was so simple and desolate. Except for dancing and practicing, his life was really indifferent. Pitiful.

With the help of the media, Qiao Zhihuan's life finally came to light.

Abandoned at the gate of the orphanage on Christmas Eve when thousands of families were reunited.

Because of his talent, he was spotted by the operation manager early on. Since the age of 3, his life has been equal to two words, dance.

At the age of 15, he won the double championship in a world-class dance competition. Qiao Zhihuan became famous in the first battle, and his figure was remembered by the whole world.

After that, tours, endorsements, attention, everything came as a matter of course.

He traveled smoothly until at the Kennedy Center, the most famous art theater in the world, amidst the cheers of tens of thousands of people, Qiao Zhihuan made a mistake, fell from more than ten meters, and fell heavily on the stage.

At that time, there were many speculations, some said it was an accident, some said it was the aging of the equipment, until Qiao Zhihuan's exorbitant insurance policy was found out, the reason for the mistake was suddenly cast a tinge of conspiracy.

Qiao Zhihuan's reputation began to change from then on.

It took him a few months to come back and arrange tours like crazy, but he made more and more mistakes. Everyone scolded him for "crazy for money", his fans turned and left one by one, and the critics also It's getting worse.

There were occasional voices of clarification, but they were quickly suppressed by the tide of bad reviews.

It wasn't until the mad fairy had gone that the truth at that time was revealed again.

God gave him a talent for dancing, and cursed him viciously with that talent.

The fall at the Kennedy Art Center was not an accident. After that, he was diagnosed with progressive neurological disease. His limbs will gradually lose control, and he will be more prone to fatigue than ordinary people. Eventually, he will completely lose his ability to exercise within a few years, and he will even lose his breath at the end. paralysis.

Half of those crazy schedules were because the manager who brought him wanted to make money, and the other half was because Qiao Zhihuan wanted to dance.

He wanted to try his best to leave some traces in the world while his condition was not serious.

Until one day, facing the disappointed audience, Qiao Zhihuan suddenly realized, "What am I doing?"

He stood on the stage, as if no one wanted to watch him dance, and even he himself didn't understand the meaning of this performance.

After that day, Qiao Zhihuan stopped all tours.

This also means that he was completely abandoned by profit-seeking managers and capital.

He stayed alone at home on the sea cliff, afraid of contact with the outside world, afraid of seeing comments on the Internet, and even more afraid of talking to others.

He only reads books every day, and said in his diary, "Books are his only source of speech."

In the subsequent diary, a large section is "Fallen", which is Ye Cike.

He has lived in the world for more than 20 years, and the person closest to him spiritually is actually a novel character, Ye Cike.

After the truth was announced, not only Qiao Zhihuan's fans, but even passers-by were heartbroken for Qiao Zhihuan's experience.

Some media directly used questioning headlines: "Losing a treasure! Who killed Qiao Zhihuan?"

The day after the news came out, tens of thousands of people visited the sea cliff where Qiao Zhihuan lived before his death.

The sea cliffs are nearly heaped with white lilacs in his memory, his favorite flower.

In those few days, people commemorated him frantically, drawing pictures, mourning, writing emotional words for him, weaving the follow-up stories of him and Ye Cike for him, trying to give him even a little bit of fulfillment in fantasy.

On the day of the funeral, tens of thousands of people came to see him off spontaneously, and the long street was covered with snow-white cloves.

When I came, I was alone, and when I went, I was full of lilacs.

I don't know if it's luck or misfortune.

When it was time to move, the staff lifted up the ice coffin that had been standing still for several days, and suddenly found that it was surprisingly light inside. After investigating, they found that Qiao Zhihuan's body was gone.

The scene immediately became a mess, adjusting the monitoring and strengthening the guards. Everyone was looking for Qiao Zhihuan who had disappeared.

Ruan Sihuan was the first to notice something strange.

As a special talent of the Confederation of Nations, he used his special relationship to get Qiao Zhihuan's Kindle.

After taking it out of the water, it entered the water and couldn't turn it on. Ruan Sihuan tried several times, and finally turned on the Kindle after three days.

A random line of words caught his attention: "The boy who went up just now, Qiao Zhihuan, said that he had called, but it will take at least half an hour for the rescue team to arrive."

He quickly flipped through it. This should be the last novel Qiao Zhihuan read before he left, "The Fall".

But the content inside has completely changed, and a new character has been added to it, who is also called Qiao Zhihuan.

He had heard of this novel before, and the author of the novel was originally a fan of Qiao Zhihuan. He was inspired by Qiao Zhihuan's life experience to create this story, so he, who never read novels, rarely finished reading this novel.

But he remembered that the character "Qiao Zhihuan" did not exist in the novel.

...Could it be that Qiao Zhihuan didn't leave completely, but went to another world?

After hearing his conjecture, the leader cursed him, saying that he was in a daze.

At this time, Ruan Sihuan hadn't performed the mission for a long time - without Qiao Zhihuan, he not only reverted to his old attitude, but also got worse, as long as he was on a mission, he would vomit to death.

He was originally the best special talent of the Confederation of Nations, but now he is going crazy because of such a person.

After venting his emotions, the leader quietly lit a cigarette and asked, "If you find out the truth, can you calm down?"

Ruan Sihuan said sincerely, "As long as he lives well."

The leader sighed and handed him an address: "You go to this person. See if he can cure your illness."

According to the address, Ruan Sihuan flew to Italy that day.

While the plane was still circling, he recognized his destination, the snow-capped mountains of Gran Sasso.

But his goal is not to get to the top of the mountain, but to be at the bottom.

Ruan Sihuan stood at the entrance of the equipment, looking at the signboard of "Gran Sasso National Laboratory", wondering if the leader was joking with him?

Can Qiao Zhihuan be found here?

However, he has already come, he still passed through eight checkpoints, changed to several elevators, and came to the depth of 1800 meters underground, the Gran Sasso National Laboratory, one of the most advanced physics laboratories in the world.

The leader introduced him to meet with the physicist Viviani, a Nobel laureate.

In fact, Ruan Sihuan had told several people sporadically that Qiao Zhihuan lived in another world, but even ordinary people thought he was crazy, let alone a scientist.

Ruan Sihuan stood outside the door, greeted him in plastic Italian, and faced the closed door, his heart beat extremely anxiously.

"come in."

There was a sentence in Chinese from inside the door, and a gentle and elegant man opened the door. Ruan Sihuan noticed that he had a pair of rare clear golden eyes.

The room is not bright, and various instruments flicker from time to time.

There were only two people in the room, Jian Mingshu who came to open the door for him, and Italian physicist Viviani with an afro on his head. The two physicists whispered to the data on the screen. Ruan Sihuan suddenly felt that they It's like entering another world.

After the two of them finished their work, Ruan Sihuan told the truth about what happened.

He thought the physicist would say it was nonsense, and then kicked him out, but Viviani listened for a long time, his eyes lit up, and he carefully checked the Kindle he brought: "I knew they could transform , I knew they all existed! You observed something very important!"

Ruan Sihuan was taken aback.

Viviani told him: "Sure enough, the Einstein metric tensor can be converted into other elementary particles, these particles carry packet energy, and build the curled up world! My God, you observed the quantum correction behavior, you observed the curled up world!"

Ruan Sihuan was stunned: "Should I understand?"

Jian Mingshu smiled and said, "It's not your fault, no one can understand his way of explaining."

"In short, you are right, Qiao Zhihuan is still alive, but not in this world."

Concise and concise, ignoring a large part of the theory, the popular explanation is that life and death are just concepts defined by human beings, and they are actually just different states of energy bodies.

After Qiao Zhihuan left, everyone's remembrance, condolences, regrets, and regrets, every word and every picture carried a certain amount of energy, and these energy unconsciously filled the details of the world.

When enough energy is accumulated, a new curled world is corrected in time and space, which is the world Qiao Zhihuan is in, and the Kindle in his hand is the projection window of the curled world.

"In other words, the love and blessings of all come together to form his new world."

Ruan Sihuan couldn't believe it: "You're joking."

"No." Jian Mingshu was very serious, "I'm talking about science with you."

"This was originally a possibility in mathematics, but now you have observed it."

"Then... can Qiao Zhihuan come back?"

"Theoretically yes."

"but?"

"However, we need a very large amount of corrective action. It may require more energy than sending him there."

After thinking about it, Ruan Sihuan directly cooperated with the Gran Sasso National Laboratory to establish a project and recruited participants from all over the world for the "Save Qiao Zhihuan" project.

He had thought that the project would look so ridiculous that no one would sign up.

As a result, the Nobel laureate Viviani actually reposted it himself, confirming the authenticity of the project. "Saving Qiao Zhihuan" was like a spark falling into the wasteland, quickly igniting the whole world.

Some people curled up in the world curiously, and more people finally met Qiao Zhihuan, who made people miss him.

Countless people participated in it. They unified their actions through the instructions issued by the project department, and triggered quantum corrections through group actions, enriching the world Qiao Zhihuan lived in.

The first crossing point of the project is a cat.

They successfully sent a cat to the island where Qiao Zhihuan lived. The moment they saw the cat in Chapter 1 of the novel, the whole world erupted.

The location and time of sending things can only be confirmed. They set the place where the cat appeared on the island, and the time of appearance was randomly locked in the middle of the night. After the cat arrived, it stayed on the top of the church for two full days two nights.

Until the eve of the heavy rain, Qiao Zhihuan climbed up to the church and rescued the cat.

At that time, nearly 3 million people witnessed this moment together.

The whole world interacted with him through a rescued cat, watching Qiao Zhihuan live alive in another world, and even saved a small life.

From that day on, they began to take care of Qiao Zhihuan in another way. They accepted encrypted tasks on the "Save Qiao Zhihuan" project website, and then tens of millions of people around the world made corrections together at the appointed time, trying to send various Things, flowers, roses, delicious croissants, and even the little fangs have been added with the setting of "love Qiao Zhihuan".

Seeing Qiao Zhihuan's life getting better and better, everyone's mood couldn't help boiling.

At the beginning, most people participated in this project with the mentality of protecting and making amends. Gradually, another voice became louder and louder—since Huanhuan is still alive, why don’t we bring Huanhuan back?

The project began to try to send him there, firstly to help him more directly, and secondly to persuade Qiao Zhihuan to come back.

On that day, 3000 million people received an order to modify their behavior together and embed "Ruan Sihuan" beside Qiao Zhihuan.

Ruan Sihuan confirmed the location, but the arrival time was 16 years before the church rescued the cat. He had been waiting for Qiao Zhihuan for 16 years.

Having said this, Qiao Zhihuan suddenly understood.

He thought he came here to save Ye Cike.

In fact, it was all those who loved him who saved him and built this wonderful world for him.

"Huanhuan." Yan Jing stepped forward, "I'm sorry, I made you sad and disappointed in the past."

"We are very guilty, very guilty, can you give us another chance?"

The corners of Qiao Zhihuan's lips moved slightly, and when she was about to answer, Ruan Sihuan stepped forward and said, "Don't rush to refuse."

He made up his mind: "We will give you time and stay with you until you change your mind."

"Huanhuan. The place where you used to live is now full of lilacs. In June, there are lavender flowers all over the mountains and plains on the sea cliffs."

"We just want you to see it for yourself."

They really didn't make any coercive moves, and they left after being honest about everything.

Standing alone in the gentle sea breeze, Qiao Zhihuan felt the warmth of the morning light falling on her body for the first time.

He raised his head inadvertently, and suddenly met someone's gaze.

On the balcony on the second floor, Ye Cike leaned against the railing, lowered his head, and looked at him quietly.

"I came to see you, but they said you were called out." Ye Cike quickly went downstairs to join him, "Go to my place to rest. Quiet."

Ye Cike's dormitory is indeed secluded, and he is withdrawn. The staff and students seldom disturb him, and there is no routine inspection. Because of this, profiteers even use his dormitory as a warehouse to avoid inspection.

Qiao Zhihuan was afraid of being disturbed again, he was too tired and needed a good night's sleep.He nodded and followed Ye Cike's dormitory.

On the way, he kept thinking about another thing.

Has Ye Cike been standing on the second floor?

Did he hear their conversation?

If so, how much did you understand?

Ye Cike was silent all the way, his expression was dull, Qiao Zhihuan kept watching him from the corner of his eye, and he really couldn't guess his real thoughts.

But as soon as he arrived at Ye Cike's dormitory, these thoughts dissipated as soon as his body touched the soft bed.

He just wants to sleep right now.

Unexpectedly, just as she closed her eyes, someone gently shook her left shoulder: "Eat something before going back to sleep."

Only sleeping and not eating, Ye Cike was worried that he would lose a lot of energy, and he would be even more sleepy when he woke up.

At this time, Qiao Zhihuan was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, so he had no choice but to lift him up, lean on him, feed him a piece of chocolate, and drink a few mouthfuls of milk.After reluctantly eating some, he didn't let Qiao Zhihuan lie down immediately, but carefully estimated the period of time when the regurgitation was uncomfortable before putting him down, and helped him tuck the quilt before leaving.

Qiao Zhihuan slept through the night.

The melodious and beautiful "Prust" was playing in the living room. He just turned over when he opened his eyes. With such a slight sound, the door was opened immediately.

Ye Cike stood at the door: "Are you awake?"

Qiao Zhihuan was still a little dazed in her sleep, curled up in the quilt, and only hummed lightly from the tip of her nose.

Ye Cike stepped forward, fed him with moderately warm water, and then helped him get up, taking care of him without Qiao Zhihuan's hand.

Qiao Zhihuan stayed with him for dinner, and the two briefly discussed the theme of Er Gong's performance, and it was almost nine o'clock.

"I'm going back."

Tomorrow there will be the elimination recording of the first stage, Qiao Zhihuan confessed and planned to go back to her dormitory.

Ye Cike stood at the door to see him off, his face was calm, and he couldn't see what he was thinking.

"See you tomorrow."

Qiao Zhihuan changed her shoes and turned the door to go out.

The door closed behind him, and Qiao Zhihuan stood outside the door, listening to the movement inside the door with palpitations.

Will he come out?

Will you keep it?

Across the door, it is especially quiet inside.

Qiao Zhihuan waited for a full 3 minutes, but it seemed as long as a whole century had passed.

After a while, he suddenly laughed at himself, what was he looking forward to?

Qiao Zhihuan raised her foot to leave, but the door was suddenly opened.

Ye Cike stood in the darkness inside the door and cast a deep look at him.

His wrist was suddenly grabbed, and Qiao Zhihuan was suddenly pulled in with an irresistible force.

The door closed with a bang, and he was pressed against the door as soon as he entered. Ye Cike pressed down deeply, hugging him tightly as if possessed by a demon, and kept whispering his name in his ear, "Huanhuan, Huanhuan, Huanhuan."

Ye Cike's voice was deep and magnetic, like magic, and when it rolled over his ears, he felt a tingling sensation, which made his heart palpitate.

Ye Cike's lips were almost close to his ears, and he advised him in a soft nasal voice: "Stay here and choose me, okay?"

Qiao Zhihuan's heart tightened.

...he heard it.

He knew that on the balance of Qiao Zhihuan's choice, there was him at one end, and thousands of loves at the other end.

Ye Cike kissed him lightly, from the pinna, the outer edge to the cold earlobe, the arms around him gradually tightened, hugging him as if to completely bind him in his body.

At a nearly suffocating distance, Ye Cike gently bit his ear pinna: "Stay here."

"I love you more than the whole world."

The author has something to say:

Uncle Ming and Viviani, easter eggs for readers of The Last Wish~

If you haven't seen it, just be an NPC.

The curled world is the manifold space of Kabilaqiu, the theoretical basis is taken from the superstring, and the related derivations are all nonsense.