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Shen Qingshu felt pain, a pain that was not very obvious but could not be ignored, as if he had been hit by something, and the wound was still aching.
He opened his eyes in frustration and saw a familiar yet strange person. The other person looked at him anxiously, and only when he saw that he woke up did he breathe a sigh of relief and said anxiously, “Thank God, you finally woke up.”
Shen Qingshu:? ? ?
Shen Qingshu looked at the person in front of him suspiciously. This face was too familiar to him in the past, but he hadn’t seen it for decades, so he couldn’t believe it.
Besides, hasn’t the other party aged after all these years? He is over ninety years old, and the other person is more than ten years older than him. How come he still looks like he is in his thirties?
It can’t be that after he transmigrated into the novel, he also had an accident, so time stopped at this moment, right?
“Zhang ge?” Shen Qingshu called out to his former agent tentatively.
When Zhang Mao heard him speak, he immediately asked anxiously, “What’s wrong? Do you feel pain? That’s normal. You were hit by a car. I thought you were going to die. Fortunately, your life wasn’t cut short. Although the injuries look serious, they are just superficial injuries. You will be fine after a few days of rest.”
Shen Qingshu blinked, “Hit by a car?”
He clearly died of natural causes!
Ninety-five years old! It’s time to report to God! That’s why he couldn’t catch his breath and died beside Han Cheng.
When Shen Qingshu thought of this, he immediately sat up. Oh, he still had to find Han Cheng. Han Cheng arrived a few hours earlier than him, and he should have reported to God by now.
He was about to get out of bed, but when he lifted the quilt, he was shocked by his own hand.
He saw a pair of young, fair hands that had not experienced any wind, frost or time.
Shen Qingshu stared at his hands in shock, and heard Zhang Mao’s worried words in his ears, “My little ancestor, what are you doing? Going to the toilet? You need to lie down and rest!”
Shen Qingshu looked at him in disbelief—the familiar young Zhang Mao in his memory, the Zhang Mao who had been his agent before he transmigrated into the novel.
“Was I just hit by a car?” Shen Qingshu asked unconsciously.
“Yes! What’s wrong with you? Are you scared? Don’t you remember anything?”
Zhang Mao was terrified when he thought of the previous scene. “That driver was a real jerk. He dared to drive drunk and run a red light in broad daylight. But don’t worry, he has been taken away by the police. Fortunately, you are fine, otherwise how can I explain to your family and fans?”
Shen Qingshu was a little confused. What was going on? Wasn’t he dead? Why…did he transmigrate again?
“Mirror!” he said to Zhang Mao, “and my phone.”
Zhang Mao quickly handed him his phone and took out a mirror from his bag. “Don’t worry, your face isn’t hurt. It’s okay.”
After all, he is an actor and he still has to rely on his looks to make a living.
Shen Qingshu looked at himself in the mirror, his familiar 22-year-old self. He tilted his face to the side. There was no small mole on his face. It was his original body. He was back, he was really back.
Shen Qingshu anxiously opened his phone. It was the day he participated in a mobile phone event. So, his lifetime in the novel was just a few hours in the real world?
It was all just a dream in the end.
But how could it be a dream!
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He remembered every moment shared between him and Han Cheng, remembered Han Cheng’s every preference and every happy expression, so how could it be a dream?
How could such a vivid and lively Han Cheng be a dream!
“Is the richest man surnamed Han?” Shen Qingshu asked unwillingly.
Zhang Mao looked surprised, “What are you thinking about?” “Have you lost your memory? Did you forget that the richest man’s last name is Niu?”
Shen Qingshu: …his last name is not Han, and he is not Han Cheng’s father, so is this really a dream?
He seemed to lose all his strength in an instant and lay back on the bed, unable to describe his feelings.
Reason told him that this was actually a good thing.
In that world, he and Han Cheng lived to be over ninety years old, with many children and grandchildren, and lived a happy and lively life. Then they left the world one after the other.
Shen Qingshu saw their children crying inconsolably. His little granddaughter held his hand and asked him to get up and play with her, but he really had no strength left and could no longer tell her stories or help her braid her hair.
Shen Qingshu was actually very satisfied. Of course he should be satisfied. He met Han Cheng as soon as he transmigrated, and was loved by him for his whole life. Even when they left, they left one after the other, not too long apart.
God seemed to have given him all the good luck. He had not suffered too much hardship, nor had he experienced betrayal or letdown. His lover was affectionate and loyal, his children were sensible and filial, and he himself had a successful career, so he was very content and satisfied.
He waved to them in the air where the children couldn’t see him, then looked at Han Cheng, who was lying beside him and had left a few hours before joining him.
He thought Han Cheng must have also stood in the air and looked at him like this, probably wanting to tell him, take your time, don’t be in a hurry, I will wait ahead for you at the Naihe Bridge 1, so you can come later.
But he couldn’t bear to walk alone, so he turned around, said goodbye to his children, and ran quickly towards the only light he could see.
After all, he still loved Han Cheng the most, and loved him more than the world, so he ran very fast. He felt the attraction. He thought they would meet again. Han Cheng might be very angry, but he would definitely hug him tightly. Because he knew too well that Han Cheng couldn’t bear to blame him.
However, when he opened his eyes, Han Cheng did not exist in this world.
It is undoubtedly a good thing to be able to return to his original world after living a happy life.
However, a world without Han Cheng would be too cruel for him.
Didn’t they agree to be together for the rest of their lives? Why is it not possible?
He likees him so much, and he only wants to like him. Now, what should he do?
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Shen Qingshu was feeling uncomfortable, but suddenly he heard a voice that he hadn’t heard for a long time, “Xiao Shu.”
Shen Qingshu suddenly turned his head and looked at the other person.
The man looked to be about twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, with handsome features, like a quiet ink painting. There was obvious panic on his face, and his brows were slightly furrowed, which made his look even more sharp and vivid, making people forget the mundane world when they saw him.
Shen Qingshu couldn’t help but feel happy. It had been a long time since he last saw him, in disbelief that he could actually see him again. He smiled unconsciously, and his tone was filled with the dependence he had developed since childhood, “Ge.”
1 奈何橋 (Naihe Bridge) is translated as “Bridge of Helplessness”. It is a concept in Chinese mythology where every soul must cross this bridge before being reincarnated. At this bridge, it is believed that souls drink Mengpo soup (孟婆汤) to forget their past life.
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