RREI 02
Chapter 02
Explosion.
The bright red flame and the deafening roar of falling down the cliff. Cao Dingkun's memory was fixed at that moment, and then there was only a blank.
At the moment, he was staring warily at the strange, skinny, white, with crisscrossed cut and blistered, long left hand he had raised. He repeated a sentence in his heart again and again——
(TN: That is one hella description for just a hand, author-sama)
——It must be a dream.
Ten minutes ago, he struggled to get out from a bathtub full of blood when he realised he came to this strange place. The bloody blade fell on the tile floor beside the bathtub. Hot water, blades, frightened or cowardly to use the blade to cut deep, he collected all the clues and came to the conclusion —— he had committed suicide.
But he was sure that the explosion and falling off the cliff, the series of conflicts with Su Shengbai and Xu Zhen before were not illusions. He was also very sure that even if the sky falls, he would not choose to take the initiative to end his life. From the past to the present, he has never had such a thin body and white skin, which is unique to Su Shengbai's, while Cao Dingkun, should be a tall man with a series of scars and robust muscles.
When he saw the familiar face in the mirror, he knew he was caught in a puzzle.
Luo Ding, another member of Su Shengbai's idol group, once worked as a print media's model. Apart from his outstanding appearance, he was a humble and unremarkable guy from his character to his temperament. Cao Dingkun once knew some relevant information about Luo Ding, but he always forgot about it. For those who neglect their own self, Cao Dingkun never has endless patience to care about them.
But now, when he was filled with dark memories belonging to Luo Ding, he had to digest the dull life of this man. Perhaps this is God's retribution for his arrogance.
On the head of the bed was a full half can of Prozac (antidepressant). Cao Dingkun followed his memory and decoded the files which were put in the compartment of the bedside table. When he found that the password was unclear to him, he casually carried a lamp rack and smashed the part of the lock.
Luo Ding has depression, being isolated, gloomy and pessimistic, and has serious communication phobia. In Cao Dingkun's own memory, this is a taciturn man even if he had not met him before. Unlike Su Shengbai who has a bright personality like a lotus flower, he is quiet as an outsider in any occasion. He didn't know how to communicate and seize opportunities. Whether he is a person with an aloof temperament or not, this kind of character is fatal in the entertainment circle. Cao Dingkun saw that he had no future before he even met him twice. In addition, Su Shengbai privately told him that he was frequently in conflict with Luo Ding, and then his (CDK) ass acted as his head, so he throws the guy who didn't fit his eyes to the back of his head.
What a fool.
Cao Dingkun chuckled and praised himself in his heart.
Actually, when he even read Luo Ding's memory today, he already knew that Luo Ding had a relationship with Su Shengbai before. Where's his IQ? For the 20-year-old Su Shengbai to be able to deceive him and made him run around in circles, was his more than 40 years of vision is saved by the dog to eat it?
This Su Shengbai is really 'great person'. At the start, he kicked and trampled on Luo Ding without hesitation, and then he kicked himself out without the slightest hesitation either and furthermore, he concealed the truth and let no one know about it. When he (CDK) was in his twenties, he didn't have the ruthless means and ability to drive another car down the mountain road without blinking. Such decisiveness and ruthlessness, not being at the top is simply unreasonable.
Cao Dingkun lied on the edge of the bed. The dizziness caused by excessive blood loss made him want to vomit. When he was in his forties, he lost the capital of his whole life. No matter the fame, the status, or the industry, now all these things would be covered up by the mud with the car falling down the cliff. But unexpectedly, God still pulled his lost dog life in the end, so that he could change his body and continue to breathe.
"Hahahahaha..."
His tears were about to fall, and his eyes were fixed on the tiny cuts on his wrist. It's like a slide show in his head, frame by frame across your own life. Friends, lovers and relatives are all fake jokes. He gave everything he had for them, but he even lose his pants.
As expected, one should believe in none in this life, only relying on oneself is the truth.
Su Shengbai and Xu Zhen, they are so materialistic that they would not even think that he could get another life in another person's body, would they?
Cao Dingkun curbed his smile, stroked his chest and breathed evenly. There was a wave of strong anger in his eyes, which was unmatched with his melancholy appearance like a noble son, it looked indescribably out of place.
Suddenly there was a quick successive knocking on the door in the quiet room. There was no pause for three times. The loud and soul-stirring knocks made Cao Dingkun recovered his soul quickly.
"Who?" As he made a noise, he reached for the bottle of Prozac at the head of the bed and threw it into the garbage can, then stood up expressionlessly.
"You're asking who? It's your grandson! Ancestor, can you open the door quickly?" The sound from the door made Cao Dingkun stepped forward step by step, and the rush of memory just like the surging tide almost annihilated him.
He endured the headache and unlocked the lock on the door. As expected, he saw a fat white man with blonde hair standing outside. This fat man is about 1.7 meters tall. His countenance showed that he is a good-natured person, but because of his unusual combination of fashion brand, he seemed to have a style of an Shā mǎ tè (or Japan's Visual Kei).
Wu Fangyuan, in Luo Ding's memory, is a person with a lot of colour (have a lot of attention to details). He grew up in the welfare institution together with Luo Ding. When he didn't mix well after he went to work, and Luo Ding entered the entertainment circle, Luo Ding paid him to be his assistant. In fact, it's ridiculous for a little artist who has no fame or work to get an assistant for themselves, but Wu Fangyuan did a good job as an assistant. He knew that Luo Ding had an acute depression so he usually managed Luo Ding's life in an orderly way. The relationship between the two, that is to say, was more than working partners, maybe closer to the tacit friends who could talk about everything.
"Wu Fangyuan." Cao Dingkun stared at the man with a sigh in his voice. His new life, from this moment onwards, will replace everything in the past.
Wu Fangyuan was stunned when he saw Cao Dingkun and he couldn't explain why he felt a sense of something being out of place. But in the next second, his attention was diverted by his abnormally pale face and bare feet. He slapped his thigh imposingly while looking at Cao Dingkun angrily: "Luo Ding! How do you make yourself look like a ghost? Why is your phone is turned off again? "
Luo Ding thought of the cell phone beside the bathtub, which had been soaked in water and could not be turned on anymore, he replied without hesitation, "It's broken."
He stepped back to let Wu Fangyuan enter the room, but Wu Fangyuan jumped higher: "Ancestor! How can you always go missing in action? How many notices can you get from the company every month? Chief Gu even needs to promote you this time to arrange for you to attend the audition with Hu Xiao. Even if you don't like it, you can't be absent for the sake of your living expenses! If I hadn't called for you earlier, would you have stood me up to hide? Please have a bit of a work ethic, OK? "
Luo Ding couldn't remember that there was still work that was worth caring for in the original soul's eyes. He's afraid that was the difference between him and Su Shengbai. Although Su Shengbai's character is not so good, as long as he could be famous, he absolutely seizes all opportunities to climb up.
Luo Ding was also very comfortable to pretend that he did not remember: "Oh, I forgot."
Wu Fangyuan's expression showed that he had expected the outcome. He peered into the room and sighed. Obviously, the pain in his head was no less than that in Luo Ding's head now.
"Ancestor, please hurry up to change your clothes. I beg you, I'm begging you on my knees!" Wu Fangyuan folded his hands and bowed to Luo Ding in a very humble gesture. He wanted to cry without tears.
Seeing that Luo Ding hadn't moved for a long time, he raised his head wordlessly and wanted to say something more, but he was dumbfounded.
Luo Ding was slightly frowning and looking at him with eyes that he had never seen before. The emotion in the eyes was too complex to differentiate them. The young man in front of him who he grew up together with clearly has the same facial features, but at the moment, he looks like a totally different person.
Before he recovered his sense, the door was banged close near the tip of his nose. With that bang, his sanity was restored.
Wu Fangyuan craned his head inconceivably and racked his brains to think of but found no adjective to describe the current Luo Ding. His imposing manner... No, it's not just that. The aura... No, not exactly.
He covered his head in disbelief, and his eyelids were widened and he blinked in anxiety and doubt.
Luo Ding prepared a glass of salt and sugar and poured in into the bathtub to release the horrid amount of blood in it, cleaned up the blade and threw it into the trash can, picked up the broken cell phone, and finally stood in front of the washing table.
The dim light of the toilet shone on his body, he smiled and stretched out his fingers and slowly caressed every corner of his face.
High nose, deep blue eyes, naturally smiling lips, thick eyebrows, with a small face as big as a palm.
Even if there were many handsome men and beautiful women in the entertainment industry, Luo Ding still had to admit that there were few who could have this level of beauty.
It's no wonder that such a character could also sign with a company. It did not matter that he has no strong points but was able to have a fixed exposure frequency and notice. Afraid that he was only regarded as an empty vase, right? Not to mention just sitting there, as long as the smile was good, the effect would be able to upgrade the program of no grade to a higher level.
Unfortunately, such a good talent had been buried for so long.
Luo Ding stood up straight with a smile, and the violence in his eyes was forced to disperse little by little.
"Since you and I have been buried in Su Shengbai's hands, we can also be regarded as brothers or fellow sufferers. You don't treasure this life, but I treasure it. I will take care of your friends and relatives. Since you give up this life, I will not be disrespectful to decline it."
He patted himself on the chest and verbally vowed to the mirror.
* * * * *
Wu Fangyuan recalled the strange feeling Luo Ding had given him just now. Each passing moment seemed like years. In just half an hour, the doormat at the door was almost scratched by him.
He almost cried out when the door was opened.
The scream stuck in his throat. He stared at Luo Ding, who was stroking his hair. He opened his mouth only to gape wordlessly and froze in place.
The simple white shirt and grey leisure pants were casually worn by the man in front of him yet it seemed like he was enveloped in a halo. There were only three buttons on the shirt. The white chest was exposed at will, with the slender neck and the delicate clavicle were hard to ignore. Luo Ding was wrinkling his eyebrows, inserting his hand in one of the pockets, and arranging the bangs that were about to cover his eyes at will. Each and every movement was indescribably eye-catching.
Wu Fangyuan took two steps back and felt that his brain was not enough.
He began stuttering: " Luo, Luo Ding? "
Luo Ding realized half a second later that the other side was calling himself, glanced at Wu Fangyuan, and gave an unemotional hum.
The long eyelashes casted a fan-shaped shadow on his skin. Wu Fangyuan covered his mouth and thought for two seconds but he could not remember anymore what he was going to ask.
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Explosion.
The bright red flame and the deafening roar of falling down the cliff. Cao Dingkun's memory was fixed at that moment, and then there was only a blank.
At the moment, he was staring warily at the strange, skinny, white, with crisscrossed cut and blistered, long left hand he had raised. He repeated a sentence in his heart again and again——
(TN: That is one hella description for just a hand, author-sama)
——It must be a dream.
Ten minutes ago, he struggled to get out from a bathtub full of blood when he realised he came to this strange place. The bloody blade fell on the tile floor beside the bathtub. Hot water, blades, frightened or cowardly to use the blade to cut deep, he collected all the clues and came to the conclusion —— he had committed suicide.
But he was sure that the explosion and falling off the cliff, the series of conflicts with Su Shengbai and Xu Zhen before were not illusions. He was also very sure that even if the sky falls, he would not choose to take the initiative to end his life. From the past to the present, he has never had such a thin body and white skin, which is unique to Su Shengbai's, while Cao Dingkun, should be a tall man with a series of scars and robust muscles.
When he saw the familiar face in the mirror, he knew he was caught in a puzzle.
Luo Ding, another member of Su Shengbai's idol group, once worked as a print media's model. Apart from his outstanding appearance, he was a humble and unremarkable guy from his character to his temperament. Cao Dingkun once knew some relevant information about Luo Ding, but he always forgot about it. For those who neglect their own self, Cao Dingkun never has endless patience to care about them.
But now, when he was filled with dark memories belonging to Luo Ding, he had to digest the dull life of this man. Perhaps this is God's retribution for his arrogance.
On the head of the bed was a full half can of Prozac (antidepressant). Cao Dingkun followed his memory and decoded the files which were put in the compartment of the bedside table. When he found that the password was unclear to him, he casually carried a lamp rack and smashed the part of the lock.
Luo Ding has depression, being isolated, gloomy and pessimistic, and has serious communication phobia. In Cao Dingkun's own memory, this is a taciturn man even if he had not met him before. Unlike Su Shengbai who has a bright personality like a lotus flower, he is quiet as an outsider in any occasion. He didn't know how to communicate and seize opportunities. Whether he is a person with an aloof temperament or not, this kind of character is fatal in the entertainment circle. Cao Dingkun saw that he had no future before he even met him twice. In addition, Su Shengbai privately told him that he was frequently in conflict with Luo Ding, and then his (CDK) ass acted as his head, so he throws the guy who didn't fit his eyes to the back of his head.
What a fool.
Cao Dingkun chuckled and praised himself in his heart.
Actually, when he even read Luo Ding's memory today, he already knew that Luo Ding had a relationship with Su Shengbai before. Where's his IQ? For the 20-year-old Su Shengbai to be able to deceive him and made him run around in circles, was his more than 40 years of vision is saved by the dog to eat it?
This Su Shengbai is really 'great person'. At the start, he kicked and trampled on Luo Ding without hesitation, and then he kicked himself out without the slightest hesitation either and furthermore, he concealed the truth and let no one know about it. When he (CDK) was in his twenties, he didn't have the ruthless means and ability to drive another car down the mountain road without blinking. Such decisiveness and ruthlessness, not being at the top is simply unreasonable.
Cao Dingkun lied on the edge of the bed. The dizziness caused by excessive blood loss made him want to vomit. When he was in his forties, he lost the capital of his whole life. No matter the fame, the status, or the industry, now all these things would be covered up by the mud with the car falling down the cliff. But unexpectedly, God still pulled his lost dog life in the end, so that he could change his body and continue to breathe.
"Hahahahaha..."
His tears were about to fall, and his eyes were fixed on the tiny cuts on his wrist. It's like a slide show in his head, frame by frame across your own life. Friends, lovers and relatives are all fake jokes. He gave everything he had for them, but he even lose his pants.
As expected, one should believe in none in this life, only relying on oneself is the truth.
Su Shengbai and Xu Zhen, they are so materialistic that they would not even think that he could get another life in another person's body, would they?
Cao Dingkun curbed his smile, stroked his chest and breathed evenly. There was a wave of strong anger in his eyes, which was unmatched with his melancholy appearance like a noble son, it looked indescribably out of place.
Suddenly there was a quick successive knocking on the door in the quiet room. There was no pause for three times. The loud and soul-stirring knocks made Cao Dingkun recovered his soul quickly.
"Who?" As he made a noise, he reached for the bottle of Prozac at the head of the bed and threw it into the garbage can, then stood up expressionlessly.
"You're asking who? It's your grandson! Ancestor, can you open the door quickly?" The sound from the door made Cao Dingkun stepped forward step by step, and the rush of memory just like the surging tide almost annihilated him.
He endured the headache and unlocked the lock on the door. As expected, he saw a fat white man with blonde hair standing outside. This fat man is about 1.7 meters tall. His countenance showed that he is a good-natured person, but because of his unusual combination of fashion brand, he seemed to have a style of an Shā mǎ tè (or Japan's Visual Kei).
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| Shā mǎ tè - involves spiking one's hair and dying it unnatural colours, dark makeup focusing on the eyes and lips, and shocking/statement-making accessories such as religious symbols, dog collars, or anything representing death and darkness. (TN: damn he Emo boy. What era is dis) |
Wu Fangyuan, in Luo Ding's memory, is a person with a lot of colour (have a lot of attention to details). He grew up in the welfare institution together with Luo Ding. When he didn't mix well after he went to work, and Luo Ding entered the entertainment circle, Luo Ding paid him to be his assistant. In fact, it's ridiculous for a little artist who has no fame or work to get an assistant for themselves, but Wu Fangyuan did a good job as an assistant. He knew that Luo Ding had an acute depression so he usually managed Luo Ding's life in an orderly way. The relationship between the two, that is to say, was more than working partners, maybe closer to the tacit friends who could talk about everything.
"Wu Fangyuan." Cao Dingkun stared at the man with a sigh in his voice. His new life, from this moment onwards, will replace everything in the past.
Wu Fangyuan was stunned when he saw Cao Dingkun and he couldn't explain why he felt a sense of something being out of place. But in the next second, his attention was diverted by his abnormally pale face and bare feet. He slapped his thigh imposingly while looking at Cao Dingkun angrily: "Luo Ding! How do you make yourself look like a ghost? Why is your phone is turned off again? "
Luo Ding thought of the cell phone beside the bathtub, which had been soaked in water and could not be turned on anymore, he replied without hesitation, "It's broken."
He stepped back to let Wu Fangyuan enter the room, but Wu Fangyuan jumped higher: "Ancestor! How can you always go missing in action? How many notices can you get from the company every month? Chief Gu even needs to promote you this time to arrange for you to attend the audition with Hu Xiao. Even if you don't like it, you can't be absent for the sake of your living expenses! If I hadn't called for you earlier, would you have stood me up to hide? Please have a bit of a work ethic, OK? "
Luo Ding couldn't remember that there was still work that was worth caring for in the original soul's eyes. He's afraid that was the difference between him and Su Shengbai. Although Su Shengbai's character is not so good, as long as he could be famous, he absolutely seizes all opportunities to climb up.
Luo Ding was also very comfortable to pretend that he did not remember: "Oh, I forgot."
Wu Fangyuan's expression showed that he had expected the outcome. He peered into the room and sighed. Obviously, the pain in his head was no less than that in Luo Ding's head now.
"Ancestor, please hurry up to change your clothes. I beg you, I'm begging you on my knees!" Wu Fangyuan folded his hands and bowed to Luo Ding in a very humble gesture. He wanted to cry without tears.
Seeing that Luo Ding hadn't moved for a long time, he raised his head wordlessly and wanted to say something more, but he was dumbfounded.
Luo Ding was slightly frowning and looking at him with eyes that he had never seen before. The emotion in the eyes was too complex to differentiate them. The young man in front of him who he grew up together with clearly has the same facial features, but at the moment, he looks like a totally different person.
Before he recovered his sense, the door was banged close near the tip of his nose. With that bang, his sanity was restored.
Wu Fangyuan craned his head inconceivably and racked his brains to think of but found no adjective to describe the current Luo Ding. His imposing manner... No, it's not just that. The aura... No, not exactly.
He covered his head in disbelief, and his eyelids were widened and he blinked in anxiety and doubt.
Luo Ding prepared a glass of salt and sugar and poured in into the bathtub to release the horrid amount of blood in it, cleaned up the blade and threw it into the trash can, picked up the broken cell phone, and finally stood in front of the washing table.
The dim light of the toilet shone on his body, he smiled and stretched out his fingers and slowly caressed every corner of his face.
High nose, deep blue eyes, naturally smiling lips, thick eyebrows, with a small face as big as a palm.
Even if there were many handsome men and beautiful women in the entertainment industry, Luo Ding still had to admit that there were few who could have this level of beauty.
It's no wonder that such a character could also sign with a company. It did not matter that he has no strong points but was able to have a fixed exposure frequency and notice. Afraid that he was only regarded as an empty vase, right? Not to mention just sitting there, as long as the smile was good, the effect would be able to upgrade the program of no grade to a higher level.
Unfortunately, such a good talent had been buried for so long.
Luo Ding stood up straight with a smile, and the violence in his eyes was forced to disperse little by little.
"Since you and I have been buried in Su Shengbai's hands, we can also be regarded as brothers or fellow sufferers. You don't treasure this life, but I treasure it. I will take care of your friends and relatives. Since you give up this life, I will not be disrespectful to decline it."
He patted himself on the chest and verbally vowed to the mirror.
* * * * *
Wu Fangyuan recalled the strange feeling Luo Ding had given him just now. Each passing moment seemed like years. In just half an hour, the doormat at the door was almost scratched by him.
He almost cried out when the door was opened.
The scream stuck in his throat. He stared at Luo Ding, who was stroking his hair. He opened his mouth only to gape wordlessly and froze in place.
The simple white shirt and grey leisure pants were casually worn by the man in front of him yet it seemed like he was enveloped in a halo. There were only three buttons on the shirt. The white chest was exposed at will, with the slender neck and the delicate clavicle were hard to ignore. Luo Ding was wrinkling his eyebrows, inserting his hand in one of the pockets, and arranging the bangs that were about to cover his eyes at will. Each and every movement was indescribably eye-catching.
Wu Fangyuan took two steps back and felt that his brain was not enough.
He began stuttering: " Luo, Luo Ding? "
Luo Ding realized half a second later that the other side was calling himself, glanced at Wu Fangyuan, and gave an unemotional hum.
The long eyelashes casted a fan-shaped shadow on his skin. Wu Fangyuan covered his mouth and thought for two seconds but he could not remember anymore what he was going to ask.
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