novellhall Chapter 61 There is no trace of his existence in this world.
Chapter 61 There is no trace of his existence in this world.
Liu Zimu had no idea that the USB drive he gave away had given birth to a brave warrior.
He was standing under an old residential building, staring at the balcony on the sixth floor for about ten minutes.
He first went to Chengdu, paid respects at the graves of the original owner's parents, kowtowed, and spoke before arriving here.
He was just very uneasy.
Because there were no flowers or clothes drying on that balcony, it was impossible to tell whether anyone lived there.
This was his home in his previous life; he remembered there were many flowerpots on the balcony.
One of the jasmine plants, which his mother had been growing for seven or eight years, bloomed very brightly every summer and was her favorite.
But now there's nothing.
He gritted his teeth and went up.
The little GGs are still everywhere on the wall.
Locksmiths, plumbers, movers—they were all plastered with colorful posters.
601.
The "Fu" character on the door was new, but unfortunately it wasn't the faded old "Fu" character he remembered.
He raised his hand to knock on the door.
He raised his hand halfway and then stopped.
Are my parents here? If so, what should I say? Although the original owner looks the same as in my previous life, do they recognize me?
What if... it wasn't them?
Liu Zimu stood at the door for a while before finally mustering up the courage to knock three times.
No one answered.
He knocked three more times, this time with more force.
Footsteps could be heard coming from inside.
The door opened, and there stood an old woman with completely white hair, wearing a dark red cotton-padded jacket. She looked kind but was a stranger.
The old woman glanced at him, a hint of doubt in her eyes: "Who are you looking for?"
Liu Zimu opened his mouth.
Who should I contact?
Looking for my mom? Looking for my dad? Or looking for myself?
"Hello, excuse me... has the Liu Qingmu family, who used to live here, moved away?" He was very nervous.
The old lady frowned: "We've lived here for almost twenty years, but we don't know who lived here before."
Liu Zimu swayed slightly, and after several seconds, he nodded dejectedly: "Thank you."
He turned and went downstairs, his steps faster than when he came up.
I almost lost my footing when I got to the fourth floor. I grabbed the handrail, but the iron railing was so cold that my palms went numb.
Tears finally fell.
Are there no traces of them in this world?
He stepped out of the building, a cold wind rushed into his collar, and suddenly felt lost.
He took out his phone to call Choi Sulli, but after turning on the screen, he locked it again.
What should I call her to say?
They're saying I can't find my way home?
Or does this mean my house is gone?
He put his phone back in his pocket, left the old neighborhood, and walked along that street.
He used to be very familiar with this street. He remembered there was a husband-and-wife shop selling guokui (a type of flatbread). The woman made the flatbread and the man baked it. The guokui were crispy and fragrant.
Now it's been turned into a milk tea shop with a pink sign, and a person in a mascot costume is standing at the entrance handing out flyers.
Next to the milk tea shop used to be a barbershop, the one he frequented. The owner was a plump woman, and a haircut cost fifteen yuan.
That's gone now; it's a real estate agency.
Liu Zimu paused for a second, then looked away and continued walking forward.
I arrived at my aunt's address and knocked on the door three times, only to be disappointed again.
He walked for a very long time, like a walking corpse.
I hailed a taxi and gave them an address.
The building where my childhood friend's company is still there, but even the signboard is different now.
He took two steps inside, then came out again.
My childhood friend, Xingzikai, is a guy I often play games, smoke, and drink with.
They're gone too.
Everything familiar was gone.
It was completely clean and spotless, as if it had never existed.
Undeterred, he went to the police station again and checked the information of his parents, his aunt's family, and Xing Zikai. Apart from the original owner's ID number, no one else could be found!
After leaving the police station, Liu Zimu wandered aimlessly until dusk fell.
As darkness fell, the streetlights in the alley came on, casting a dim, yellowish glow.
He walked very slowly, his mind a jumble of thoughts, seemingly thinking of nothing at the same time.
The streets started to get crowded.
He stopped and stood by the roadside watching the people coming and going.
Everyone has their own direction.
Some people were carrying groceries home, some were waiting for the bus, and some sped past on their electric bikes.
Unfortunately, he didn't know any of them.
Walk from one end of the street to the other, and from the other end back to the beginning of the street.
He saw a man leading his daughter across the street. The little girl had two little pigtails and was skipping around, calling out, "Daddy, Daddy, I want to eat that."
He paused, looked at it for a few seconds, and then looked away.
The LED sign on the roadside was playing "GG," and several young people on the roadside were laughing loudly.
They all have family and friends, but they have nothing left of their true selves.
Liu Zimu stood under the GG sign, unsure of where to go.
I remember the way Sulli looked when she said "You are mine," the possessiveness on her face, the madness in her eyes.
She hugged him very tightly, as if afraid he would run away.
She was right after all.
In this world, only she knows where he came from, only she knows who he is.
Only she would realize that he was truly gone when he disappeared.
He took out his phone and dialed Choi Sulli's number.
I answered it after it rang twice.
"Oppa?" Her voice was filled with surprise and a little nervousness. "Why are you only calling me now? Have you eaten yet?"
He stood under the streetlight and looked at his long shadow: "I've already eaten."
"You're lying, you definitely didn't eat it, your voice sounds wrong."
Liu Zimu didn't speak, holding her phone, and you could hear her breathing on the other end.
"Oppa?" Sulli's voice changed; it was no longer coquettish, but filled with concern. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong."
"Where are you? Why is it so noisy over there?"
"On the street."
"On the street? Didn't you go home? Why are you on the street?" Her speech quickened, each word tinged with anxiety. "Liu Zimu, tell me honestly, did you not find your way home?"
He doesn't speak.
Sulli didn't say anything on the other end.
The two of them remained silent for a long time.
"Is it that you didn't find it, or is it that what you're most worried about isn't there?" Her voice suddenly lowered.
"Is there any difference?" He smiled.
"Yes," Choi Sulli said, crying. "If you haven't found it, it's still there; you just haven't found it. If it's gone, it's... it's gone."
Liu Zimu leaned against a lamppost, looking up at the sky.
It was completely dark; no stars could be seen, only the glow of the streetlights: "No more."
He said those three words calmly, so calmly that even he was surprised.
There was a few seconds of silence on the other side, then a very soft laugh came, which was heartbreaking.
"Then we really are the same kind," Cui Xueli said, her voice filled with the kind of pain that made Liu Zimu's heart ache. "In this world, I have parents, but it's no different from not having them. We are both rootless and adrift, going wherever the wind takes us. Only I know you, and only you know me."
"Maybe so."
"Liu Zimu, you get back here right now." Her tone suddenly changed, becoming incredibly domineering. "Since you're not needed over there, then come back. I've saved a spot for you here."
"What location?"
"My man, my husband," she said, emphasizing each word. "Isn't that enough?"
He could even picture the expression on her face as she cried as she said those words.
"I want to stay a few more days before going back. Take care of yourself, Truth!"
Sulli was silent for a moment on the other end, then her voice was very soft: "Okay! Oppa, I'll stay with you forever!"
"You're not allowed not to come back, you're not allowed to disappear!"
"Okay, I promise you, I'll hang up now!"
After hanging up the phone, Choi Sulli suddenly burst into tears.
After a while, she stopped crying and dialed Park Jung-soo's number: "Oppa, I'm going to China first tomorrow, and then I'll go directly to Japan. Wait for me there."
Park Jung-soo stared at the disconnected phone and couldn't hold back any longer: "Damn it! Choi Sulli, are you trying to kill me?"