Taking Part in a Survival Game with My Brother

  Chapter 179 Rather

   Lu Mingyu got off the plane at 19:00.

  But he stayed up all night, walked in a hurry, and looked very sloppy. He didn't want his sister to worry, so he went home to wash up before going to her.

  Chen Xu followed behind Lu Mingyu: "I'll ask Zhao Yanshu what happened to my sister and Jiang Yanzhou. He just replied to my message."

  Lu Mingyu frowned: "What's going on?"

"Everything Zhao Yan said is good. Jiang Yanzhou has planned for his sister for a long time. He made an exception for her sister to appear on variety shows. He likes her very much, and he will definitely not hurt her." Moreover, Zhao Yanshu also said that his sister is in charge. Of course, this matter, Reported disbelief.

   "Zhao Yanshu is Jiang Yanzhou's guy, he must be on his side. Could it be that he still slanders Jiang Yanzhou?"

   "... makes sense!"

  Chen Xu pointed to the things on the crystal table, and asked curiously: "Why is there a box here, and no one cleared it?"

  Lu Mingyu glanced at it: "That's what Yangyang planned to take to Binjiang's house, and it was left here. I'll bring it to her later. Don't mess with Yangyang's things."

   "...I didn't want to move."

  However, Chen Xu sat down, turned his head, and accidentally knocked over his arm. Some of the paper tickets in the paper box fell and scattered on the ground.

  Lu Mingyu was extremely nervous: "What are you doing, be careful, don't be clumsy, this is Yangyang's baby."

  Chen Xu was shocked, saw something, and asked in confusion: "Huh? Why does this look familiar?"

   "What are you doing in a daze, pick it up quickly, and restore it to its original state!"

  Lu Mingyu picked it up with his head down, looked at the thing in his hand, and stopped suddenly.

  Chen Zhi dangled something in front of his eyes: "If I remember correctly, this is the ticket for the first concert you held with 10,000 people."

   "How could my sister have this?" Chen sued, looking at the paper ticket in Lu Mingyu's hand, "Six years ago, the tickets for the livehouse in Huaicheng, and the tickets for the Xiyuan Music Festival two years ago, is my sister an invisible collector?"

  Lu Mingyu was silent for a while, and patted Chen Chen on the shoulder heavily: "You can't look at Yangyang's things casually, pick them up quickly! Organize them and put them back where they belonged!"

  Reporting pain: "I'm sorry! I was wrong!"

   "What nonsense, pick it up!"

   Chen Xu actively bent down to pick it up, put it back in the paper box, and handed it to Lu Mingyu.

  Lu Mingyu took it with a dark face: "Turn over Yangyang's things again, and deduct your salary!"

  Chen Xu said quickly: "Never dare! If I knock it over again, cut off my hand, and don't deduct wages!"

   "..."

  Lu Mingyu walked into the room, put the paper box on the cabinet, took off his shirt, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

   Not long after, he came out with wet short hair, dried his hair, tangled in front of the wardrobe for a long time, and put on casual clothes.

  Looking across the cardboard boxes standing on the table, Lu Mingyu paused.

  He wouldn't touch his sister's things without authorization, but remembering what he saw just now, he couldn't hold back, easily opened the box with his fingers, and took out the papers one by one.

  [Lu Mingyu 2X18 "Guardian" Concert—Yuncheng Station]

  [2X19 Super Moon Music Festival·Huaicheng Station]

  [Lu Mingyu 2X18 "Guardian" Concert—Qingcheng Station]

  [2X17 Haicheng Strawberry Music Festival]

  [Lu Mingyu 2X20\'One Mind, One Purpose\' Tour·Nanchuan Station]

  …

  34 tickets, 34 large and small music events.

   Includes small festivals that only last two minutes.

  Lu Mingyu suddenly felt sad, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes became wet.

  A stack of tickets came down, pressing a stack of photos, the photos are still bright in color and will not fade for a long time.

  Lu Mingyu slowly pulled out the top one—a photo of him sitting in a chair with his guitar in his arms, playing and singing with his head bowed.

  There is a line of words written on the back of the photo, and the ink has begun to fade due to the age.

  [Brother’s first concert was very successful, everyone around was immersed in his performance, and they all praised him. At that moment, I was very proud, so proud that I wanted to tell them `Is the one on stage singing well? That's my brother! \'. ]

  The second photo is a photo of him singing and dancing at a music festival.

  [Although my brother danced so ugly today and his limbs are not coordinated at all, I still think his performance in the whole music festival is the most perfect! ]

  The third photo is the year when my grandfather passed away, he was in a low mood and couldn't calm down his sadness on the stage for a long time.

  [brother, sorry...]

  The text in this photo is blurrier than the previous one, and the ink is smudged.

  [Nothing is preordained, except my brother was born to be a singer in the spotlight. ]

  …

  A photo corresponds to a ticket, and a ticket corresponds to a part of his dream.

  34 tickets summed up his entire journey in pursuit of music.

  Lu Mingyu's chest felt like a knife was twisted, and his hands kept shaking.

  He stared blankly, his eyes filled with tears, which slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ticket.

   Realizing that the tickets were stained with tears, he put them away in a panic, rippling things cannot be stained, not even his tears.

   After receiving it, he couldn't control it anymore, his cheeks were covered with tears, and even his mouth was full of salty taste.

  Yangyang has supported him for so many years, but he ignored her for two years because of small things.

  Leave her alone, leave her to suffer alone.

  When her grandfather passed away, she was more sad than anyone else. As her brother, he kept saying that he wanted to protect her, but he always did things that hurt her.

  Not only did he fail to protect her, but he also put her at risk of being scolded.

  Yang Yang.

  You are a kind of beautiful yearning and sustenance. I am willing to transfer the last trace of truth, the last trace of kindness, and the last trace of beauty in the world to you.

  If my existence brings you black spots, then I would rather not exist.

  (end of this chapter)