Chapter 432: butterfly ember
Chapter 432 Butterfly Embers
A small door opens, revealing a clean and bright room.
It was probably built in a basement with no windows. However, everything was in order. There were many sandalwood cabinets around the walls and all-color glass sliding doors.
Xia Ling glanced around, quietly approached one of the cupboards, and looked inside through the glass. What I saw were neatly arranged inside were CDs, all about her previous life. In her previous life, she followed him from the age of twelve until her death at the age of twenty-eight. During this period, all the singles and albums, including the works from the trainee period, unpublished fragments and various versions, were clearly visible.
There are also various video interviews, advertisements, award ceremonies, etc.
Xia Ling casually pulled out a piece of paper, and unexpectedly, a small note fell from it. She picked it up and saw it written in familiar handwriting -
Xiao Ling, that day was the second time you went to receive the Best Female Singer Award. You were not happy about having to drive a long distance, so you pestered me early in the morning and asked me to send you off. I had an important meeting and couldn't leave. After coaxing you for a long time, you reluctantly walked out. When attending the award ceremony, you always had an unfriendly face.
The news says you are aloof, but I am the only one who knows that you want me to accompany you.
If God can give me another chance, I will definitely put aside all my affairs to accompany you. ]
The signature was signed two years ago, not long after she fell from the stage and died.
Xia Ling could not have imagined that she would see this here today. Her plain white hands began to tremble uncontrollably, and she could hardly hold the note steady. She put it down hastily and turned to other discs.
Each disc has a small note like this.
［You are sick, but you still insist on shooting the MV. If I don’t agree, you have a big fight with me. After arguing and arguing, the person became energetic, drank the very bitter Chinese medicine in one breath, and stormed out of the door in a menacing manner. Mother Zhou is very worried that I will be angry, but she doesn’t know that I really like to see you staring at me.
Your eyes are so bright, just like when you sing about the sun in this MV.
Xiao Ling, you bloom in my life, you are my light. ]
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While making a snowman, you had a sudden inspiration and sang a short improvised song. It sounds great. You said you wanted to compose it into a complete piece, but then you seemed to have forgotten about it and never mentioned it again. Fortunately, I recorded it. I like every song you sing. Your songs are my only sounds of nature. ]
There are many, many more.
Xia Ling's hands shook even more. She went through the cabinets one by one. In addition to the discs, there were also all the newspapers and magazines that had published news about her, the various gifts she had given him, and many old things...
She found a Santa hat:
Xiao Ling, you are thirteen years old and you go to the set happily. Come on, Emperor Pictures is filming a movie, it’s almost Christmas, and every cast member can receive a Santa hat. You squeezed out a small supporting role and got the little princess role with only one line.
After filming, the on-site coordinator - your uncle Zida said to me, "This is not a little princess, she is simply a little ancestor. If I had known that this little ancestor wanted that hat to give to you, my eldest brother, I immediately gave it to you without saying anything. As soon as the dozen comes to your house..."
But I like this hat very much. This is the first gift you gave me. ]
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There is another photo, slightly yellowed with age:
While taking a nap, you secretly drew a beard on my face. Later, during the afternoon meeting, all the executives had strange expressions on their faces, wanting to laugh but not daring to. I didn't find out until my secretary reminded me.
After the meeting, I returned to the office. You, the little troublemaker, were still sleeping soundly on the sofa. I looked at you for a while, and then I added a beard on your face with my pen. It was very cute, like a kitten.
I couldn’t help but take pictures and collect them. You still don’t know about them. ]
In this photo, there are mottled marks, which look like dried tears.
Xia Ling also wanted to cry. She opened the last cabinet and found boxes of various sizes inside. The boxes contained things she had never seen before. There is a withered rose in a box.
[Xiao Ling, you have been dead for one month and three days.
I always feel that you are still with me. When I passed by the flower shop today, I turned around and asked you what flowers you wanted. The driver was horrified. Only then did I remember that you had left me and gone to a place I couldn't reach.
My butterfly has flown away forever. ]
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There is also a box containing a real estate certificate.
One year and three months after your death, the decoration of Jinghu Villa was completed.
In the past, you always said that I was boring and even giving gifts was not innovative. Maybe, in your eyes, I am just a boring person, but do you know? I will give you the most reliable material guarantee.
Xiao Ling, you are my priceless treasure. With me here, you never have to worry about the trivial matters of life, as long as you can live freely in your dreams.
Xiao Ling, the villa is decorated. I hope you can happily accept the gifts like before and then laugh at me for being boring. ]
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After Xia Ling read the records written with a fountain pen, she could no longer hold the object in her hand. With a "clang", the box fell to the ground.
The sound echoed in the basement, then became fainter and dispersed.
When silence enveloped her again, she heard very light music, like coming from a music box, which was the piano music of "Perfectdream" that she composed many years ago.
She followed the music and found another secret door in an inconspicuous corner, ajar.
She pushed open and walked in.
Then she saw Pei Ziheng sitting in a sofa chair. In front of him was a small altar. The base of an unknown black material was covered with cinnabar and talismans. Countless red lines were dotted and intertwined into complex patterns. In the center of the red line, surrounded by several old things, there is a pendant that she often wears, a strand of hair that is **** very carefully, and a music box.
The sound of music came from the music box.
She recognized that music box. When her "Perfectdream" won the international award, the company produced this commemorative music box. In the center, there is a lifelike little figure of Xia Ling dancing in a relaxed posture, with eyes and eyebrows full of charm. This music box sold like crazy, even Pei Ziheng collected one and placed it on his desk in his study.
No wonder, when she walked into his study before, she always felt that something was missing. It turned out that he had moved it here.
Xia Ling looked at the red thread altar with mixed feelings in her heart. What kind of altar is this? Was he like Li Lei, because he was too nervous about her, so he did something with metaphysics?
In the sofa chair, Pei Ziheng raised his head, looking haggard.
He seemed not to have expected Xia Ling to appear here, and looked at her in surprise.
Xia Ling also turned her gaze back to him. It was great that he was fine. While he breathed a sigh of relief, a burst of anger surged into his heart: "Pei Ziheng, why didn't you answer my call?!"
(End of this chapter)