After rebirth, the president resigned and became the actor

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Wen Yue knew clearly that he was dead.

He floated in the air, looking down.

Zhuo Zhuo's face was covered with tear stains, and was severely torn apart by the medical staff, it seemed that he was hindering the rescue, but Wen Yue knew that it was his body that hugged him even tighter.

The child was at a loss, as if he couldn't understand what happened.

"What's the matter?" He numbly climbed into the car sent by his family, his voice was hoarse, his eyelids were so swollen that he couldn't open them, but no one answered him.

"What's wrong with Wen Yue? Is he sick? Are you all right today?" He persisted in asking a few words, and finally closed his mouth tightly in the unbearable silence.

Wen Yue felt a dull pain in his heart, and wanted to touch his head, and then open his sticky eyelashes, but when he stretched out his hand, it passed through the burning body, empty.

At this moment, Wen Yue suddenly hated himself.

Why not be more cautious.Why overestimate your physical condition.Why am I such a weak person who only brings trouble and pain to those around me.

Even the death was so sudden that it frightened the children like this.

Zhuo Zhuo is still young, only 16 years old.

Even if you don't like him very much as the guardian who is in charge of everything, if you die in front of him, it will leave a shadow for a while.

Wen Yue didn't know why he still existed.

He followed Gu Zhuozuo, came to the hospital by car, and watched the futile rescue from a somewhat strange perspective.He heard his parents crying bitterly, some comforting, some sighing, pitiful, all kinds of voices mixed together, some noisy.

He doesn't want to hear any more.

Wen Yue looked around in a daze, and finally found Zhuo Zhuo on the safety stairs.He hugged his knees with his hands and didn't cry. The phone was stuffed in his coat pocket, with a corner sticking out.

Before Gu's father and mother were there, two people sent by the Gu family were guarding the stairs, watching him from a distance to ensure his safety, but they didn't come forward to talk.

After a while, the police came and took him to take a record. Only then did Wen Yue see that his fingers were red from the cold and trembling slightly.

Cold?

It's cold.

It's the coldest time of the year in Jiangcheng, but I can't feel it anymore.Wen Yue thought so.

***

The next day, Zhuo Zhuo was taken back from the police station to his home in Linshi by his father and mother.

Wen Yue drifted outside all night, not knowing what he was and having nowhere to go, so he followed Zhuo Zhuo all the way back.

When he was alive, he liked to watch Zhuo Zhuo, getting joy and vitality from him.It's just that Wen Yue has lost his future before he learns how to express it.

Now that he has nothing to do, he can even follow Zhuo Zhuo upright, which makes him feel calm.

Zhuo Zhuo is in the rebellious stage, and in the candid shots he loves to talk and laugh, very cute.But once Wen Yue approached him in person, he would make his hair explode and watch with vigilant little eyes.

After death, there is no such trouble, he can get close to his children without any scruple, and he will not be seen or hated.

But his little friend was sleepy, as if he had been poured out of a flower pot overnight, and the delicate stems and leaves had been trampled to pieces.

It's okay, it will be fine in a few days.

Wen Yue told himself.

Death is like a lamp being extinguished, and the earth turns the same without anyone.No matter how much money the Gu's Wen family has, it didn't exist a few decades ago, and it's hard to say in a few decades.

Because of his health, he has been a little world-weary since he was a child, and he understands the insignificance of a person better, and has imagined the world after his death.

And seeing it with my own eyes, there is no difference.

Parents still have decades to live, even if they lose him, they still have to seriously manage Jiangtian Group.

The relatives have different thoughts, and the shareholders are observing the situation. Only one night in the hospital, time keeps rushing forward.

Burning will do the same.

He will gradually forget himself and continue his studies under the discipline of his parents. After that, whether he inherits the Gu family or really pursues his own ideals to become an actor, it is a new journey.

The pain will pass.

But until one month later, on the day of his funeral, Zhuo Zhuo didn't smile again.

Gu Zhuozhuo, dressed in black, was at the front of the line, and No. 12 presented flowers.Wen Yue counted the number of people, watching him stop and bow, standing at the door, not wanting to go in.

Wen Yue turned around and looked outside.

The weather is particularly good, like the sun that is about to melt the winter, gently sprinkled on the sleeping wild cats.There is no wind, no cold rain, even if he, the host of the funeral, stands here empty, everything is bright and harmonious.

This is the original way of this world, only Zhuo Zhuo has changed.

If only I could talk to him.

Wen Yue suddenly thought.

Although Zhuo Zhuo hated him before, after this experience, he still asked him for help in times of crisis, presumably that bit of bad feeling has dissipated.There is no need to blame yourself, even his parents didn't blame Zhuo Zhuo, Zhuo Zhuo should understand the logical relationship.

Zhuo Zhuo is so smart, he should understand.

Give him a little more time, Wen Yue thought so.It will be fine, it will be fine.

***

In mid-July, school is on holiday.

Gu Zhuozhao talked to his family, and was sent by the driver to Gu's old house.

He was supposed to pass all the exams this summer and go to the Allied States to study at university, but he was delayed for half a year because he ran away from home, and everything was about to be delayed.

Gu Zhuozhuo seemed to have grown up overnight, he only cared about brushing up questions every day, stopped going out with his classmates, and quit the club.

He even threw away an entire cabinet of rare DVD collections.

Gu's father and mother are very pleased, and they keep talking about it every day, and let him combine work and rest from time to time.Therefore, he readily agreed to his request to visit Wen's parents.

"Go ahead, but don't disturb me for too long. Old Wen is also busy recently." Mother Gu said.

The corner of Gu Zhuozhuo's mouth pursed into an unreal arc, and he reached the destination in silence all the way.

The housekeeper of Wen's old house spent quite a while with Zhuo Zhuo and treated him very kindly.

When Gu Zhuozhao asked for Wen Yue's school workbooks, the old housekeeper did not hesitate and agreed decisively.

"Don't you need to ask your uncles and aunts?" Gu Zhuozhuo seemed a little apprehensive.

"It doesn't matter." The old housekeeper looked at him lovingly: "I was tidying up the room at first, and these will be packed and put into the warehouse. Basically, I won't take them out again."

Gu Zhuozhuo frowned, followed behind the old butler, his eyes darkened.

The sun is blazing in midsummer, even if there is an air conditioner in the room, the place where the books in the box are exposed to the sun still gives people the illusion that they are about to burn.

This is the study that Wen Yue used alone before going to university, it is very big.Because the furniture has been moved out, it looks empty.

"Don't you want these?" Gu Zhuozhuo asked.

"...I plan to modify it." The housekeeper said helplessly, "Mr. Wen and Mrs. Wen feel sad when they see things left by Xiaoyue from time to time. Rearrange them so that it will be easier to walk out."

"Why did you come out?" Gu Zhuozhuo said softly, "Do they want to forget Wen Yue?"

"..." The housekeeper looked at him with pity, and sighed: "Xiaoyue has passed away, and the living still have to live. We have to think about it."

Gu Zhuozhao was silent for a while, his voice trembling: "What about Haiting? Are uncles and aunts planning to sell it?"

"...No." The housekeeper said: "It's far away, if you don't go, you won't be able to see it. I will send someone to clean it regularly."

Gu Zhuozhuo seemed to be relieved, and said again: "Then... can I go there? I will go... occasionally to have a look."

The butler looked at him for a long time, so long that Gu Zhuozhuo lowered his eyelashes, let go of his hand, and was about to apologize when he heard the butler say, "Yes."

"I'll ask someone to change the lock, and you record your fingerprints, and you can send someone to clean it later." The housekeeper said, "Take all these books, too, and I'll ask someone to deliver them to you. Where do you want to put them?" You can also put it directly in Haiting."

Gu Zhuozhuo's eyes flickered, then he stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, and smiled after a long absence.

"Thank you," he said.

Wen Yue stood behind the butler.

He quietly looked at Zhuo Zhuo, feeling complicated and unspeakable in his heart.

When the tear was about to flow, he saw it in his eyes, but unfortunately he couldn't reach out to wipe it away.

With the help of the housekeeper, Gu Zhuozhuo brought all the books he had used to Haiting, and set aside a guest room for storage.Then he spent the whole afternoon picking out a few books with a lot of words from his exercise books, and took them back to his home.

From that day on, Gu Zhuozhuo began to study Wen Yue's handwriting, not letting go of every small habit, observing and practicing, never tired of it.

He even began to imitate Wen Yue in the posture of holding the pen. Sometimes he was so absorbed in writing that he accidentally returned to his own habits. When he found out, he would poke the tip of the pen into his palm.

The warm blood flushed out the black ink, dripping down.

Just by looking at it, Wen Yue felt the pain, which made his scalp numb.

Gu Zhuozhuo was naturally in pain, and he remembered the pain very much. After repeating this three or four times, he got rid of the habit he had had for so many years since he was a child.

But he still seems not satisfied, he often recalls the past and imitates Wen Yue.

Zhuo Zhuo is very talented as an actor, he is not stupid, and his evaluation of himself is naturally not blind.Of course, when you are willing to put in a lot of effort to play someone, there is nothing you can't do.

What's more, just as he is familiar with Zhuo Zhuo, Zhuo Zhuo is also familiar with him, especially two months in Haiting day and night, which is not too short.

Wen Yue really felt panic.

If Zhuo Zhuo is afraid of him disappearing, then he is the same, he is afraid of Zhuo Zhuo disappearing.

Gu Zhuozhao's process of transforming himself bit by bit is tantamount to poking holes in his heart.It can't go on like this, he thought.But what can be done?

He can't even make a touch, and only he can hear what he says, what should he do?

Why does he still exist?

Wen Yue didn't need to sleep, his mind went back and forth between chaotic and clear times.When Gu Zhuozhuo fell asleep at night, he would either lie beside him, or half kneel beside the bed, looking at him tenderly.

Today he was sleeping on his side, his left hand stretched out from under the quilt, resting softly on the side of the bed, his fingers curled up slightly.

Wen Yue couldn't help poking his palm.

Although it was only poked a few times, it was not very deep, but it left a little mark after all.

Wen Yue passed through the palm of his hand and held it weakly, thinking, it would be great if it could be removed.But at this moment, he vaguely felt a little warmth coming from the place where they held each other.

Why?Didn't he feel the heat and cold a long time ago?

Suddenly, a pinch of extremely small blue flames ignited at his fingertips, the warm feeling disappeared in a flash, and the blue light faded away for less than a second. Looking again, the shallow marks on the burning palm disappeared.

Wen Yue was shocked.

Even though he still has consciousness after death, breaking his three views of materialism all the time, the inertial thinking cannot be changed.

Light is a kind of energy, and heat is also a kind of energy. Human beings can maintain a body temperature of 36 degrees because of continuous intake of energy.So he exists in the form of soul now, is it also a kind of energy in essence?

Although he has never seen other souls, and he cannot even be called a soul, but...he does have energy.

But reality frustrates him.

Apart from healing the little scar on his palm, he was still lifeless and couldn't think of a way.

As the heat gradually subsided, he tried every means to let Gu Zhuozhuo know his existence.But apart from the hot fingertips, which burned a millimeter of the corner of the exercise book, there was still no effect.

On September [-]st, Gu Zhuozhuo talked to his family and came to Haiting again.

This time, he brought a cake.

As soon as he entered the house, Gu Zhuozhuo finally let go of his disguise.He took off his shoes, stepped on the floor with bare feet, and regained his previous look, but his face was a little stiff.

"Wen Yue, I'm here to celebrate your birthday." He paused, and then said, "...I'm sorry."

Wen Yue stood at the door, feeling breathless.

He watched Gu Zhuozhuo unwrap the cake and light the candles one by one.He couldn't smell the decaying smell of no one living in the house for a long time, but he only knew that the scene in front of him was so dazzling that people dared not look at it.

"I'm sorry." Gu Zhuozhao clasped his hands together and closed his eyes: "I was wrong, I shouldn't have listened to you... I shouldn't have trusted others, I shouldn't have urged you on the phone, I shouldn't have felt... thought you were reliable , just rely on you for nothing. I was wrong."

His voice was trembling, and he gasped for breath: "...how about you come back?"

Wen Yue finally saw Gu Zhuozhao's tears.

He didn't cry in the hospital, he didn't cry when he got home, he didn't cry at the funeral.

I didn't cry in front of the housekeeper, I didn't cry when I stepped into Haiting for the first time, and I didn't cry when I stabbed the pen into the palm of my hand.

Until now.

Wen Yue watched him grow up and knew very well how much he loves to cry.

When I was young, I acted like a fool, and when I grew up, I acted like a baby. The children were full of emotions all the year round, and cried for no reason after watching a movie.

Not long ago, Zhuo Zhuo was crying in front of his face on the street where people come and go at Christmas.

The distress at that time was not as good as one ten-thousandth of what it is now.

Wen Yue opened his eyes, and there was a burning trace on his cheek.He raised his hand, but couldn't touch his face, wondering if it was his tears.

It hurts so much.

Even the heart that had stopped beating began to ache, giving off a burning sensation.

He walked to the cake, bent down to look at Gu Zhuozhao's face, and said softly, "Don't cry."

Gu Zhuozhuo couldn't hear it.

At this moment, Wen Yue wished from the bottom of his heart that he could live.

If he could turn back time, if he could go back to that winter night, he would definitely prevent this from happening.

If you can go back.

The small candle on the cake was blown out suddenly, Gu Zhuozhuo opened his eyes blankly, not knowing where the wind came from.

He stood up nervously and walked around, but found nothing.

After washing his face, he sat back and lit the candle.

***

Maybe wishes really have power.

When Wen Yue opened his eyes again, he couldn't believe what he saw.

It is still Haiting, but there are fresh traces of life everywhere.He was still alive sitting on the sofa watching the tablet, what about Zhuo Zhuo?With a thought, Wen Yue appeared on the second floor and saw Zhuo Zhuo in the study, sending WeChat furtively.

That's tonight.

Wen Yue wanted to make a fist subconsciously, but found that he couldn't make the conscious movement, and his body seemed to be lighter.

He lowered his head, half of the translucent body that only he could see was missing, as if part of it had been erased with an eraser, and there was fuzzy fuzzy smoke around the edge.

Not only did Wen Yue not panic, but he became calmer.

If he is really a mass of energy, then the used part is obviously more proof that he has returned to the past.

What he has to do now is to prevent the tragedy tonight.

Wen Yue's consciousness has gradually blurred, and his thinking is no longer clear.

He felt as if he had tried many methods, but none of them worked.He couldn't speak, couldn't touch things, and when he came back to his senses again, two hours later, Gu Zhuozhuo even climbed out the window again.

Thinking about it carefully, he hasn't been able to convey the information of his existence to Zhuo Zhuo for nearly a year, so what's the difference now?

Do you want him to watch everything happen again?

Wen Yue was shaken instantly, his vision suddenly went black, as if the whole existence was about to collapse.However, it was this momentary shake that made him understand something and solidified again.

Can not give up.

The reason why he exists must be because he has not succeeded!

He hasn't been able to save himself, save Zhuo Zhuo.

And what he wants to do, this time, he can definitely do it.

Wen Yue closed his eyes, and stood quietly for 5 minutes, then his figure flashed, and he appeared in the abandoned pier on the outskirts of the city in an instant.

A small boat was hitched to the pier, and two men were smoking on the shore.

"Is the brat coming soon?"

"It's coming soon, it's on the way."

"It really climbed out of the wall?"

"Yes, happy. He'll be happier later."

……

Wen Yue was in a calm mood, even with a hint of joy.He looked at the surface of the river tenderly, the sound of water splashing, splashing, was a song without good or evil.

He's alive, Burning will never be in danger again, and everything will change.

Wen Yue closed his eyes, suddenly a pinch of blue flames sprang up from his fingertips.

This time, the fire burned very violently, and soon set the small ship on fire.

Some sundries were piled up on the shore, and a flame suddenly ignited under the extremely high temperature, but in just a few seconds, the pier had become a sea of ​​flames.

He felt himself burnt out, his consciousness blurred.He slowly floated into the air, and he seemed to catch the scorching face in his vision.

"Wow, it's on fire!?" Gu Zhuozhuo frantically pulled out his mobile phone to call the police, pursing his lips, revealing the rounded curves of his cheeks.

So cute.

Wen Yue couldn't help laughing.

Zhuo Zhuo is still the same as before, foolish, and believes it as soon as he is fooled.Then rolled out of a small wound in the thorny flowers, and gave him the pair of hard-won dragonfly wings.

Like holding a heart.

The fire flashed and disappeared into the air. A pair of dragonfly wings with green smoke slowly floated down in the old house.

*****

Gu Zhuozhuo had a long dream, and when he woke up, his heart beat extremely fast, and it took him a long time to regain his five senses.

"Wen Yue!" He yelled and jumped out of bed, only to find that this was not Haiting.

It seems to be Wen's old house?

He didn't care about thinking about it, he slammed the door open, and bumped into the old housekeeper who came over after hearing the sound.

"!!!" Gu Zhuozhuo rubbed his sore nose, and said anxiously, "Where is Wen Yue? Is Wen Yue injured!"

"Don't worry... Young Master Gu, don't worry." The butler patted him on the back to comfort him, and said lovingly, "He just woke up, and he is in the living room. Go."

Without even saying thank you, Gu Zhuozhuo ran towards the living room and threw himself into Wen Yue's arms.

Everything in the dream just now was too clear, he couldn't lie to himself that it wasn't real, but he couldn't say a word, his nose was sour, and he just kept crying.

Gu's mother was sitting opposite, looking embarrassed: "Zhao Zhuo...do you want to get up and wash your face first..."

"Let him take it easy." Wen Yue smiled: "Auntie, go and have a cup of tea first, Mom is in the small garden."

"Okay." Mother Gu sighed, turned around and left.

After Gu Zhuozhao waited for the others to leave, he raised his head and took a deep breath: "I had a dream..."

"I saw it, you don't need to say it." Wen Yue asked, "Are you scared?"

Gu Zhuozhao shook his head desperately, and said, "I don't know..."

"It's okay, it's all over." Wen Yue kissed him on the forehead: "We passed out at the pier, and then the police came. Tan Cunzhi returned to the country in person, and was about to escape, but was stopped by Sakura..."

"Sakura?" Gu Zhuozhuo was stunned: "Is there anything else about her?"

"I haven't asked clearly yet, wait for the police."

After Wen Yue finished speaking, he laughed again: "I haven't congratulated you yet for winning Best Actor."

"...I forgot." Gu Zhuozhuo sat down and sighed: "Actually, it's nothing, it's just a movie star in China, just collect three and then take the gold ribbon."

"Yes." Wen Yue said, "We still have a long time."

Gu Zhuozhuo's eyes were red again, and he nodded.Now that he calmed down a little, he thought about the details of his dream again, and asked, "Why did the other you change the past, but I haven't changed at all?"

"Maybe there is more than one world." Wen Yue said: "Isn't there a similar science fiction, the theory of parallel universes. When one thing suddenly changes the outcome, the world will fork."

"Then why did I suddenly come from the original world?" Gu Zhuozhuo asked.

"Maybe it's some kind of mysterious power." Wen Yue paused, "But I always feel that it's because of what you did."

"..." Gu Zhuozhuo was at a loss: "Me?"

Wen Yue looked at him and said in a hoarse voice, "Every time I walk ninety steps towards you and stop on the road, you will come over for the last ten steps."

"It must be this time too. Thank you for coming over."

***

Three years ago, on October [-]nd, Gu Zhuozhuo's birthday.

The cake was delivered to the top floor of Gu's. The secretary knocked on the door and said cheerfully, "Mr. Gu! Happy birthday! This is the cake that Mr. Gu and his wife ordered for you!"

As she spoke, she put the cake on the table, pretending not to see the cartoons that Gu Zhuozhao hid in the pile of files, and asked with a smile, "It's still the same at night, can you go and finish it?"

"..." Gu Zhuozhuo rested his chin with one hand, not very interested: "I will give you red envelopes, you can rub them yourself."

The secretary was secretly happy, and helped Gu Zhuozhuo open the cake even more attentively, lit candles, and then went out.

The door is closed, and the president's office is clean again.

Gu Zhuozhao stared blankly at the candle for a while, feeling bored.

The wishes made last year were all nonsense like Wen Yue went bankrupt, Wen Yue was bald, and Wen Yue burned his tongue by drinking goji berries.

He didn't know if he burned his tongue or not, and both baldness and bankruptcy obviously failed.

This year, he doesn't intend to make such a nonsensical wish again.

So sad.Gu Zhuozhuo sighed heavily.

He is 26 years old, he is a CEO, but actually he can't even match Wen Yue's toes.He said he was going to act, but when his mother made trouble and his father scolded him, he "forget it".

Over time, laziness has become a habit. He seems to have lost the courage to change, and he doesn't know what he is doing every day.

"Anyone is fine, change it for me." Gu Zhuozhuo folded his hands together: "He must be super powerful! Let Wen Yue bow down! He can also act! He is very successful in the entertainment industry! I really don't want to live like this now." Seed the day!"

After he finished speaking, his heart was surging, and he bowed down to the candle.

A gust of wind blew from nowhere and the candle went out.Gu Zhuozhuo raised his head in a daze, looked left and right, as if nothing had happened.

But asking for others is better than asking for yourself... How about trying again tomorrow?he thought so.

END

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