(Volume 8, "The Void of Fate")

Introduction: No matter where or when, even if we are separated, we are all the same distant sky above our heads, as if they can never be separated, even if you want to forget, she will not disappear. ）

September 10, 10:58 p.m.

(BGM of this chapter: "Our Hearts to Tomorro" (Alt version) version, Katsu Yokoyama)

The night dyed by fireworks and starlight filled the sky above the bird's nest, and Cheng Xiaoyu stood above the focus of the eyes of 90,000 people, standing in the middle of the sound created by the cheering crowd, but he felt that he was in the gap of time and space.

Time slowed down at this moment, and this sudden froze, like the pendulum of a timepiece being held tightly by a hand, but the huge inertia still carried the stubborn hand slowly.

Or maybe it was like the originally clear river of time instantly turned into turbid and thick mercury, pouring into Xiaoyu's ears and pupils, making the accompaniment and shouting, as well as the figure walking towards him, become distant.

The familiar eyes of Cheng Xiaoyu had disappeared from his field of vision, like the afterglow of the sunset gradually sinking into the long blue coastline, and at the moment when the light dissipated, the golden sunset pierced sharply into the undulating waves, swaying out of flickering, scattered endless light.

He thought if they never met again.

So life forward, or eternally stop at this moment, Cheng Xiaoyu feels that it is not difficult to choose.

Maybe he should go against the river of time and go back.

Cheng Xiaoyu turned around and walked a few steps towards the piano mechanically, two steps or three steps, he was completely unconscious, the audience's crazy shouts and tears became insignificant, and he didn't even hear him whisper when he passed by Xu Qinning.

His mind drifted into a state of confusion as he walked slowly towards the white Steinway, the crystal carved like a point of light shining in her eyes, the white body of the instrument turning into the corners of her swirling skirt.

Cheng Xiaoyu hadn't fallen into such a situation of not knowing what to do for a long time, he told himself in his heart that maybe it wasn't her, it was just his illusion, but this kind of comfort was like moonlight on the ice on the Arctic Ocean, and it couldn't dissolve the throbbing and ..... in his heart Craving.

He couldn't help but think about how he would maintain his livelihood, how he would spend his long life, how he would waste his life in boredom, how he would truly love another person, and how he would lose the tremor of his heart.

If he can't meet her again, he will definitely not know what he should pursue, and what else is worth his best, so what's the point of standing on the top of his own strength.....

Cheng Xiaoyu felt that his body was rapidly weathering, his muscles were stiffening, and he quickly left the bones that supported him, and the blazing evening wind blowing in the distance blew the skin dry, and his life was like falling into the atmosphere, withering and falling.

Instinctively, he turned and stepped away, he wanted to escape.

He can't live here.

Cheng Xiaoyu took two quick steps in the cage intertwined by the eyes of thousands of spectators, and then ran on the stage, the fireworks above his head were still burning in the night sky, and the eyes of the audience behind him were still following his back, but all this was irrelevant.

Maybe he didn't really think about whether he should stay or leave, but his mind was not as honest as his body.

He rushed to the lift platform where she had left, leaving behind the white Steinway, the gaze of 90,000 pairs of eyes, the sparkling fireworks in the sky, and the marriage proposal he had planned for a long time.

The prelude to the lyrical version of "The World Meets Again" still echoes in this noisy night, but it lacks a line of his piano sound.

It's just that when he ran to the lifting platform, it was too late, and at this moment the lifting platform had sunk under the stage, leaving only a dazzling black hole.

Cheng Xiaoyu seemed to be standing on the edge of a cliff, bending down and looking down.

It's a pity that the fluttering figure has long since disappeared.

He looked up at the big screen in front of him, which happened to play her self-introduction, he filmed this video in the capital six years ago, at that time, she was like a snowy mountain under the spring breeze, with cold brightness.

The emotions in Cheng Xiaoyu's chest continue to ebb and flow, like constantly wiping the memories in his mind, he stands in the corner of this black stage, but he is still a striking landmark, just like a game console, the character you choose by coin, no matter how many NPCs there are around, he is always at the center of the world.

Cheng Xiaoyu looked at her clear face on the big screen, and then jumped into the black hole without hesitation, and the audience who didn't know what was going on let out a huge exclamation.

In the eyes of the dazed staff below, Cheng Xiaoyu made a "bang" and landed on the lifting platform that had not yet had time to rise.

Fortunately, this is only a four-meter-high stage, not the highest one, and fortunately, the staff has not had time to lift the platform up.

Cheng Xiaoyu felt some pain in his ankles and palms supporting the floor, and all the staff who reacted at this time shouted: "Director Cheng!" He screamed and gathered around.

Cheng Xiaoyu was helped up, and everyone asked one after another, "Director Cheng, why did you jump off?" Didn't get hurt, right? Should I call a doctor? "In order to prevent accidents, there are medical staff on standby at the scene.

Cheng Xiaoyu shook his head and said, "It's okay!" He glanced at the palm of his hand, but it was just a little bit of skin and a little hot pain, and he asked loudly: "Where is the girl who wore a white dress and a silver mask just now and helped me dance?" ”

Several staff members looked at each other, not knowing why Cheng Xiaoyu was looking for a dancer, but because the elevator had just come down, the staff were still very impressed. Several people pointed in the direction of the exit and said, "She should have left directly...."

Cheng Xiaoyu said thank you, immediately broke free from the support of the staff, walked a few steps, and found that his feet were fine, so he quickly chased towards the depths of the bottom of the stage.

It's just that no trace of her was found all the way, but there are many staff members under the stage, Cheng Xiaoyu inquired all the way, followed the direction she left, and tracked down to the east gate of the Bird's Nest, which is the passage for the staff and VIPs behind the stage to enter and leave, and the audience cannot enter from here.

At this moment, there were four security guards guarding the door, and Cheng Xiaoyu, who was already soaked in sweat, walked over and asked, "May I ask if you saw a girl about 172 tall and wearing a white dress going out from here?" ”

The four young security guards who were a little tanned saw that it was Cheng Xiaoyu, obviously a little surprised, and a little cramped, and pushed each other a few times, one of them looked at Cheng Xiaoyu with a simple face and Wang Baoqiang's characteristics, and stammered: "Yushen, is the girl in the white dress still wearing a silver mask?"

Cheng Xiaoyu nodded, nervously grabbed the little security guard's arm, and the sleeves were wrinkled by him, he immediately realized that he was a little too eager, let go of his hand and said sorry.

The little security guard smiled: "It's okay! Then he said, "She's already out." ”

Cheng Xiaoyu looked towards the square outside the bird's nest, because the big outdoor screen was at the west gate, there were not many people here, and on the empty square, there was only a white circle of light, floating alone, and there was no figure he dreamed of.

Cheng Xiaoyu smiled reluctantly, then turned his head and asked, "In that direction?" ”

The little security guard, who looked very honest, pointed to the southeast direction and said: "She got into a black car on the side of the road in the direction of the 3D Art Museum..... Yushen, you hurry up and call her, the car shouldn't have gone far yet!" ”

How could Cheng Xiaoyu bring a mobile phone to perform on stage, and he didn't have a chance to get his mobile phone when he ran out just now, he hesitated for a moment, and said, "I'm sorry, which of you can borrow my mobile phone to make a call!" ”

Immediately, the four security guards took out their mobile phones from their pockets and handed them to Cheng Xiaoyu, and the honest security guard took the initiative to stuff his mobile phone to Cheng Xiaoyu and said: "Mine is a mobile four G, the signal is leveraged, they are all Unicom and Telecom, not as good as my signal....."

Cheng Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment and thanked him, took the mobile phone that had been unlocked, and began to enter the number that had been dialed countless times in his dreams, his palms were all sweaty, and it seemed to take him a lot of courage to enter this set of numbers.

There was a tumbling emotional ebb and flow in his chest, wiping the memories in his mind fiercely, recalling those pasts, Cheng Xiaoyu, who originally thought he could be calm, still couldn't suppress the throbbing in his heart.

I don't know if it's because of too much sweat on my fingers, or because the screen of this mobile phone is not very sensitive, Cheng Xiaoyu pressed the green phone button three times before it showed to dial.

Unfortunately, when he put his phone to his ear, he only heard the familiar and cold voice: "Hello, the user you are calling has been turned off, please dial later!" ”

After the unwilling Cheng Xiaoyu hung up, he dialed it again, still in this soft, but indifferent dialogue.

His heart began to fall endlessly, but because he had long been accustomed to disappointment, he did not produce uncontrollable sadness or pain.

"Didn't get through?" The little security guard asked in disbelief.

Cheng Xiaoyu shook his head calmly and said, "It's turned off!" ”

Cheng Xiaoyu began to wonder if what he had experienced was an illusion, he silently pulled out the corner of his shirt, wiped the sweat off his hands, and then pressed the cheap mobile phone on the tailor's custom-made white shirt at the 1 Savile Row store, polishing it brightly and clearly.

Even though the little security guard kept saying that it didn't matter, he didn't pay attention to it, he returned the phone that seemed to be brand new to the little security guard, and said with a smile: "Thank you!" He turned around and wanted to leave.

Before he could take a step, he was stopped, Cheng Xiaoyu turned around and was about to ask if he wanted to sign an autograph, but the little security guard said: "Yushen, you want to chase now, and you can catch up with ......"

Cheng Xiaoyu was a little dazed, and asked with some disbelief: "Can you catch up now?" ”

The honest little security guard nodded seriously and said: "Today's traffic control here, the car can't drive fast, and those who leave the Bird's Nest from this direction are all from the southeast gate, and you must go to the gymnasium road, as long as you want to chase, you will definitely be able to catch up." ”

Cheng Xiaoyu felt that what could he do if he caught up, he said happily: "Forget it, I don't even know the car she was in, and I couldn't find her if I caught up." ”

The little security guard took out the key to an electric car from his pocket, handed it to Cheng Xiaoyu and said, "I know!" She was in a car with a mantissa of four ones....."

When he heard this number, Cheng Xiaoyu relaxed suddenly, as if he was participating in a long-distance running race, and suddenly found that all the competitors had withdrawn from the race, and he was the only one left on the empty track, as long as he reached the finish line, he could accept the victory, he asked in disbelief: "1111?" ”

The little security guard thought that Cheng Xiaoyu didn't trust his memory, and patted his chest and said: "Yushen, don't worry, even if you chase it, I am absolutely not mistaken, it is 4 1s, and the license plate is very easy to remember......."

(This is the second edition, and unfortunately the first edition was lost due to voltage instability, so unfortunately the first edition seems to be a little better.) Some people question why not use Liuyang fireworks, I am also from Hunan, I have friends who open a fireworks factory at home, Liuyang fireworks belong to the factory mass production, in order to supply the international market belongs to the assembly line products that everyone can fire. The Rio and Beijing Olympics are purpose-built, with very long production times and a large team in charge of the fireworks. Neon fireworks have a relatively large charge, and many of them are controlled by the pyrotechnics themselves. From a technological point of view, Liuyang fireworks are relatively safe and easy to use, while neon fireworks are more like on-site creations that test the artistic level of pyrotechnicians.... ）