Quick Travel System: Age Strategy

It was Qingming Festival again this year. Wei Lang brought flowers and Chengcheng to the cemetery and walked to Zhou Cai's tomb. This day was also Zhou Cai's memorial day.

Wei Lang placed the flowers neatly in front of the tomb, lit incense for him, and stood up. He looked at the young face of Zhou Cai on the tombstone and said, "Actually, something happened in the finals that year. It was related to Zhou Cai and me. I haven't told you the reason because I think that his death will affect your perception of him. Now that it's been so long, my mentality has gradually calmed down. I think it's necessary to tell you the reason."

"What happened to you back then? Tell me and I'm listening." Cheng Cheng tilted her head to look at him, quietly waiting for his next words.

Wei Lang recalled the days of the previous competition, sorted out his thoughts and then spoke again: "I have always regarded Zhou Cai as a brother. You know what kind of person he is. But such a good person who I thought handed me a thermos cup on the night of the finals."

"If the director hadn't sent someone to urge me to go on stage, I would have been persuaded to drink the water because of my trust in him. The water contained a banned drug that can make people lose their voices. He saw that the plan failed and I didn't drink the water and went on stage to perform smoothly, so he told me what he had done and knelt down to beg me to forgive him."

Cheng Cheng took his hand and asked, "Have you forgiven him?"

Wei Lang shook his head gently at her.

"That's right. When he wanted to harm you, he had already thrown away the word friend. You don't have to treat him as a friend or brother anymore." Cheng Cheng said with mixed feelings.

She had no idea about this incident, otherwise she would not have come to worship Zhou Cai every year.

I still remember that young boy who was so thoughtful and energetic at the first team dinner. He was always the most active one in the team.

He was also very confident on stage. At that time, she thought it would be great if Wei Lang could be like Zhou Cai.

Now Wei Lang has the same confidence as Zhou Cai had back then, but Zhou Cai will remain on the stage of that year forever.

Perhaps everything has a traceable origin. Zhou Cai was different on the day he won the championship. If I had asked him carefully at that time, would things have been different? Would Zhou Cai not have died?

As Kazuo Ishiguro writes in The Remains of the Day: “But what would it feel like to always speculate about how something that happened at a certain moment might have turned out differently? Perhaps people always drive themselves crazy in this way.”

We always think of a different outcome for things, but those have not happened yet. Even if we think about it over and over again, we cannot change the facts that have already happened.

It is not advisable to judge whether something is good or bad based on the results.

Every choice and every path was chosen by himself, and every step was linked to each other. Zhou Cai pushed himself into a dead end. Fortunately, he still had some conscience in the end and admitted his mistake, but he also bore the consequences of his mistakes.

Is right and wrong still so important?

To be honest, what happened back then is meaningless. The dead cannot be brought back to life, and pursuing the fault of a dead person will only put yourself in a vicious circle and you cannot get out of it.

No one stays in the past forever, what's past is past.

"It's all over. Let's go. Wei Ran should be back soon." Cheng Cheng leaned against Wei Lang and looked at him.

"Let's go."

Wei Lang also thought of the little rascal in his family. After growing up, he also entered the circle and was just like him when he was young. If he liked something, he wanted to do it well.

Wei Ran's current achievements are much better than when he was young. He has become a top star in the circle at a young age. The only thing that has not changed is that Wei Ran still cannot leave his home and the two of them like before.

Every time I finish work, no matter how late it is, I just want to go home and sleep, like a child who has not grown up.

Wei Lang thought that he would kick this guy out when he got married, so that he wouldn't be an eyesore at home and disturb the love between him and his wife.

On the way down the mountain from the cemetery, Wei Lang did not forget to hold Cheng Cheng's hand tightly. The cemetery was located on a mountain and it took a long walk to get down the mountain. It had just rained here last night and he was worried that the bluestone steps would make Cheng Cheng slip.

They held hands all the way down, and later he was worried that her hands would get cold, so he put them in his pockets to warm them up, and said worriedly, "Are you cold? I told you to put on a scarf this morning but you didn't listen. I'll make you some hot soup when I get home to cool you down."

"Got it, you nagging male mom~"

She was not afraid of the cold at all because of the thermostatic stickers on her body, but it was always good that he had such intention.

After she finished speaking, she noticed that Wei Lang beside her had stopped.

"Oh my goodness, you said I'm a male mother?! Then mother, hug your good daughter." Wei Lang took action and picked her up.

This startled Cheng Cheng, and he patted his head and said, "Wei Lang, put me down quickly, watch out for your waist."

You are old but still act like a young person. You are not afraid of spraining your waist.

"My waist is fine. I still have the strength to carry you and run. If you don't believe me, just look..."

The two of them ran away playing, and the cemetery returned to its silence and loneliness. When I turned my sight, I saw the small photo on Zhou Cai's tombstone still smiling.