Chapter 55
Shen Wu had a strange feeling.
To make an inappropriate analogy, it was like being covered by warm snow.
After a long while, Meng Huaizhi finally withdrew from his neck. He propped himself up with one hand behind him, his deep and vast eyes, like the night sky, staring at him.
His reflection was the only star in the night sky.
When Shen Wu came to his senses, he quickly lowered his head and covered the patch of skin on his neck that had been gnawed and licked.
Meng Huaizhi straightened up, unzipped the pocket of his coat, took out a band-aid, and was about to come over to put it on him.
The charming atmosphere instantly vanished. Shen Wu was taken aback, “…Why do you carry a band-aid with you?”
“Because the pocket has a zipper,” Meng Huaizhi first made a casual joke. After a moment, he lowered his eyes and said seriously, “Because… you often get hurt.”
While Shen Wu was in a daze, Meng Huaizhi unfolded the band-aid and covered the ambiguous red mark. “Alright.”
He paused and then murmured to himself, “When you were a child, you rode a bicycle. When you grew up, you drove a race car. A bicycle is fine, but if you get hurt in a race car, it’s your head and bones… a band-aid is useless.”
When he was very young, it was Meng Huaizhi who had gotten hurt to protect Shen Wu, such as the burn scar under the “M” tattoo.
Later, when he was a little older, Shen Wu would clumsily ride a bicycle, or come back from other physical exercises, and Meng Huaizhi would often see band-aids on his body.
Probably after he turned sixteen, Shen Wu started to have misgivings. He didn’t dare to let Meng Huaizhi know about his bad habit of smoking, and he would also secretly hide his injuries, not daring to let him see.
Meng Huaizhi gently smoothed the band-aid.
He was very happy to have such an opportunity: Shen Wu was not really hurt, and he could also, as not just a brother, cover up the bite mark that was not a wound.
Shen Wu couldn’t help but think again of the countless times Meng Huaizhi had advised him to switch to a safer profession, and the fact that he would die in a racing accident.
The two of them left the bumper car area and re-entered the filming range of the follow cameraman.
They had just walked for a while when they ran into Lin Yanran, who was working next door. Lin Yanran frowned and called out to the two of them, “Senior Meng, shouldn’t you be working?”
“Mm,” Meng Huaizhi nodded. “I’m accompanying him to play.”
He thought for a moment, returned the “Boss Meng” that Shen Wu had jokingly called him, and looked at the person next to him with a half-smile, “I’m accompanying Boss Shen.”
Shen Wu: “…”
Lin Yanran frowned and “tsked.” She came out of the small ticket office and took a deep breath of the fresh air outside. “Then I’ll go and find a customer to play with. If the customer needs me to play with him, then I’ll reluctantly accompany him… except for the haunted house.”
The two of them watched Lin Yanran skip work and walk away.
After a few aimless steps, Meng Huaizhi turned his head and asked Shen Wu, “Boss Shen, what else do you want to play?”
“Mm… what’s fun at night?” Shen Wu thought and threw the question back.
“Then come with me,” Meng Huaizhi reached out his hand. For the sake of the camera, he only hooked his little finger.
“…Okay,” Shen Wu was even more stiff.
And the two follow cameramen behind them looked at each other, estimating that most of the footage they had filmed tonight would have to be cut.
The fact was indeed so. The two of them came to the iconic tower in the center of the amusement park and left the two cameramen at the bottom of the tower. The footage they had filmed on the way was also useless.
They went up the spiral staircase and reached the top of the tower, which was about two or three stories high. It was a fairy tale-style circular observation deck, with three telescopes by the railing. The ground was a hand-painted starry sky, and above them was a real starry sky.
“The stars in winter are brighter and more beautiful,” Meng Huaizhi looked up. “You can see them clearly even without a telescope.”
Shen Wu also looked at the night sky.
He couldn’t help but think again of the fact that he would die next winter.
“I have a gift for you,” Meng Huaizhi, unaware, suddenly said mysteriously.
“…Mm?” Shen Wu came back to his senses and quickly looked Meng Huaizhi up and down. With this person’s level of generosity, the gift probably couldn’t be hidden on his body, right?
Meng Huaizhi reached into his coat pocket and took out something. The small gift could actually be completely wrapped in his palm.
Then he opened his five fingers, and in his palm was a vintage-style metal lighter.
Not only was the style vintage, but the corners of the lighter also had obvious signs of wear.
This lighter looked quite old, but it was well-preserved, smooth and lustrous.
“This lighter…” Shen Wu frowned slightly. “It looks a bit familiar?”
Meng Huaizhi said faintly, “Maybe you saw my dad use it when you were a child.”
Shen Wu looked up in a daze, “Uncle Meng…?”
In Shen Wu’s memory, Meng Huaizhi’s father, Meng Cong, was a taciturn and cold person.
When he was a child, Shen Wu was very afraid of him. When Meng Cong was around, he didn’t even dare to turn up the volume of the cartoons.
Watching the almost silent cartoons, the little boy could actually watch without blinking.
Meng Cong silently picked up the remote control and silently turned up the volume.
After a long while, Shen Wu finally couldn’t help but turn his head and say to the intimidating uncle, “Uncle Meng, the volume is too loud…”
He covered his ears as he spoke, as if to express that his ears were hurting from the excessive volume.
Meng Cong silently turned the volume back down.
Shen Wu boldly said again, “It’s too low…”
Meng Cong turned it up again. At his request, it was sometimes loud and sometimes low, and finally, it was adjusted to the most suitable volume.
Meng Huaizhi was very similar to his father, even more so, more distant, more indifferent.
In any case, Shen Wu had a good impression of the stern Meng Cong. But before Meng Cong passed away, he had never thought that he would one day marry Meng Huaizhi.
He was too young at that time, and Meng Cong, he and Meng Huaizhi’s mother had been dead for many years.
Shen Wu held the cool lighter in his palm and asked Meng Huaizhi with an indescribable mood, “This is Uncle Meng’s relic… why are you giving it to me?”
“This was a coming-of-age gift from Grandpa to him. He liked it very much and never left it for twenty years,” Meng Huaizhi said. “Our family doesn’t have anything that has been passed down from generation to generation to the daughter-in-law. I think this lighter might be suitable. And you can use it.”
Shen Wu was helpless, “…Don’t you know I’m quitting smoking?”
“Mm,” Meng Huaizhi said with a smile. “So, I will try my best to keep you from being in a bad mood.”
The last time Shen Wu had secretly smoked in the courtyard of the Shen family, he had explained to Meng Huaizhi that he was only smoking because he was in a bad mood.
Not only did Meng Huaizhi remember the location of the trash can in the courtyard, but he also remembered every word he had said.
In an instant, the cool lighter seemed to have turned into a warm heat source. The warmth flowed along his fingertips into his limbs.
His bones were so warm that they were numb. So much so that after a long while, Shen Wu finally looked up in surprise, “What? Daughter-in-law?”
What had Meng Huaizhi said just now? Their family didn’t have anything that had been passed down from generation to generation to the daughter-in-law, so he had used his father’s relic as a substitute???
Meng Huaizhi didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong with the word “daughter-in-law” and hummed in question.
“Daughter-in-law…” Shen Wu had a puzzled look on his face and pointed at himself. “Me?”
Meng Huaizhi hummed in affirmation again and then said, “Who else? We even have a marriage certificate.”
“…” Shen Wu was silent for a moment and then corrected, “A girl is a daughter-in-law.”
“Then why did you always say I was going to have to chase my wife to the crematorium?”
“Yes… but.”
Shen Wu said seriously, “That wife is not me.”
Meng Huaizhi was unconcerned, “Mm.”
Seeing the smile in the corner of Meng Huaizhi’s eyes, as if he didn’t take his words seriously at all, he took a deep breath and said again, “It’s really not.”
Seeing him being so serious, Meng Huaizhi’s expression finally flickered slightly, “…What?”
Shen Wu closed his mouth, not knowing if he could tell him about the novel.
He was also a little scared. Was he going to tell Meng Huaizhi in person that his official partner in the novel was Nan Dengwei?
Meng Huaizhi stared at him and thought for a moment, and actually guessed it in one go, “Is it related to Nan Dengwei?”
Shen Wu’s eyes widened.
“You’re especially good to him. You had to bring him on Wonderful Adventure, and you never stop talking about him. The reason you’re so good to him can’t be because of a chance encounter on the film set, right?” Meng Huaizhi calmly unraveled the mystery and expressed the confusion he had had for this period of time. “Or, you knew this little transparent person who doesn’t even have a Baidu Baike page a long time ago?”
Shen Wu’s eyes widened, and his clear eyes clearly reflected Meng Huaizhi’s calm face.
Meng Huaizhi’s lips curled in an unclear meaning, “As expected…”
He paused and directly asked the question that had been buried deep in his heart, “Did you meet him somewhere else before… and because of his face, you developed a good impression of him?”
Shen Wu: “…”
Shen Wu: “?”
What’s this?
In a moment of heat, he subconsciously blurted out, “No, Xiao Nan is your official partner.”
Meng Huaizhi was taken aback for a moment, and all the emotions that had surfaced instantly faded, “What?”
In the endless “what,” they had roughly glimpsed the secret of this world.
“Yes, it’s Xiao Nan…” Shen Wu simply made it clear. “In the novel, Xiao Nan is your official partner.”
Meng Huaizhi frowned, “So, the things you did were all because you read a novel?”
“It’s not that I read it. This world is a novel. I’ve never read it, but that novel directly appeared in my mind…” Shen Wu shook his head. “Before I met Xiao Nan, I already knew his personality, knew that he would become a film emperor in the future. When I met him on the film set, his personality was exactly the same as in the novel. Although he was a small supporting role, his acting was no worse than the main character’s.”
Hearing such a strange thing, Meng Huaizhi was unmoved and only asked, “What kind of personality do you think he has?”
Shen Wu: “A pure, harmless, naive, and romantic, gentle and kind little sun.”
Meng Huaizhi sneered with a bit of disdain.
Shen Wu: “?”
Meng Huaizhi sighed, “I won’t talk about his performance in Wonderful Adventure. You know it all.” And the matter of deliberately angering him when he came to the Shen family to pay a New Year’s call.
“A person from a grassroots background, it’s not that easy to become a film emperor. No matter how good his acting is, he still needs a platform that can let him show it… He has no backing. I heard that Qi Shijun used to dislike him, but he’s still fine and has been staying in the Racing Heartbeat crew.”
Shen Wu listened in a daze.
Meng Huaizhi took the lighter from his hand, put it in his coat pocket, and held his empty hand.
Then he continued, “Do you know that fans will write fan fiction for the artists they like? They also like to ship people who have nothing to do with each other. Of course… the Wuye Shuhuai CP fans can be excluded.”
Shen Wu first smiled, then thought in a daze: Then the discrepancies between the novel and reality also have an explanation.
If this world was really a novel, and the power of the script was so strong, how could it be so easily changed by him time and time again?
Meng Huaizhi also said, “Fans know the public persona of the artists, and they also know some of their private affairs, but the details are not necessarily accurate.”
But Shen Wu thought, the difference between an engagement and a marriage might be a detail of the plot.
But his death was definitely not.
Shen Wu lowered his eyes and lightly said the most cruel plot of the novel, “I will die.”
Meng Huaizhi immediately fell silent and looked at him.
But Shen Wu smiled, “Don’t worry, the direction is that it’s after this year’s F1 season. I will encounter many accidents in this season, but I won’t die. After the season ends in October, I’ll go home and be put under house arrest by my dad…”
He skipped over the part where Shen Ping had secretly let him out.
“I escaped, and then I never went home,” Shen Wu said. “The novel didn’t go into detail. I only know that it was in winter, and an accident happened during training. I just won’t go to training then.”
After a long silence.
Meng Huaizhi thought over all of Shen Wu’s words from beginning to end and said slowly, “…Maybe it’s because someone has too many regrets that you know these things, so that you can change your fate.”
Shen Wu had the words of his own death on his lips, but he smiled easily, “Why isn’t it that God felt regretful and gave me a golden finger to predict the future?”
“If it were, how could it let you…” Meng Huaizhi found that his throat was slightly choked, and the second half of the sentence took all his strength to get out. “At the age of 24… you’re only 24.”
Even the hand holding Shen Wu’s was trembling.
He didn’t even dare to say that it was impossible, because Shen Wu’s 24th year had not yet arrived.
Shen Wu, on the other hand, from Meng Huaizhi’s few words, for the first time truly glimpsed a corner of the world’s truth.
This world might not be a novel, but just a fan fiction written by someone from the future.
The reason why he knew the future was perhaps not because God regretted his early death.
But a certain person in this world.
Because of his death, he had carried a love that was never spoken, and had regretted it for the rest of his life.