My girlfriend was reborn.

Chapter 50 So, why did you lie to me?

"So, your trip to the funeral home back then was actually part of the script?"

After reading the script written by his counterpart from another timeline, Zhou Heming felt somewhat dazed.

The script is roughly about a suicidal girl who goes to a funeral home before she dies. She is discovered by a meticulous boy who works at the funeral home. The boy uses all sorts of bizarre sales tactics to stall for time and eventually even confesses his feelings to the girl in an attempt to save her.

Aside from the confession at the end, the preceding content is almost identical to their first encounter at the funeral home that evening.

Zhou Heming suddenly realized his mistake.

The reborn Cheng Shuangjiang had no need to pretend to be a person seeking death and specifically come to the funeral home to inquire about a customized funeral. Her deliberate behavior was merely to create an opportunity to make the encounter between the boy and the girl more beautiful.

This is a touch of fantasy that should not exist in reality.

"Are you so sure I'll stop you from committing suicide?"

"of course."

Cheng Shuangjiang's smile was brighter than the moonlight.

"Because I believe that even if Ah-He is troubled by life, he must still be a kind and gentle person."

The moment I heard Cheng Shuangjiang's words.

hum-

The boy suddenly felt a wave of fear.

How disappointed she would have been if he hadn't mustered the courage to dissuade her, as he had written in his script.

Or rather, how incredibly disappointed I was.

He couldn't help but feel a little relieved, because he had not let down the girl, nor had he betrayed his original intention when he wrote those words.

At least, I have a clear conscience.

"This script was the first one you wrote, but it was kept hidden away until later. It was then revised into a very different version and turned into a movie. It won an award at the College Student Film Festival, and that's how you officially embarked on your screenwriting career."

Cheng Shuangjiang rested her chin on her hand, looking at the young man beside her.

"However, I still like the first version the most, because it's a story that A-He wrote with me as the protagonist."

That's why I was able to write it down from memory.

Zhou Heming nodded slightly, looked at the end of the script, and fell into thought.

In the end, the boy confesses to the girl with a sense of relief and acceptance, as if he would still reach out a hand even if he himself would be dragged into the mire while trying to save her.

It contains forgiveness, encouragement, and profound hope.

It's as if it's saying, "I know you want to end the pain, not your life, right?"
but.

A subtle sense of unease lingered in Zhou Heming's mind.

"What's wrong, A-He?"

Cheng Shuangjiang noticed Zhou Heming's slightly solemn expression and asked softly.

"I just feel that the me who wrote this script seems to have more to convey."

He paused, stealing a glance at the girl beside him.

In fact, Zhou Heming had always felt a little uncomfortable, but he didn't pay attention to it, or rather, he didn't consciously connect those issues.

But now, seeing this text, all my past doubts have come together.

Zhou Heming's heart raced for no apparent reason. He knew that letting the matter drop was probably the best course of action at this point.

But eighteen-year-old Zhou Heming couldn't pretend to be confused. He had to get to the bottom of everything. For him at that age, things were straightforward, just like scratching a lottery ticket until he got the last word, or solving a math problem until he got the answer.

therefore.

Zhou Heming asked in a casual tone, trying to make it as understated as possible.

"So, why did you lie to me?"

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Cheng Shuangjiang stopped holding the pen.

She looked at Zhou Heming, her face devoid of any emotion. Even Zhou Heming, who thought he was quite familiar with the girl, suddenly felt that she had become a bit of a stranger.

hum-

Zhou Heming felt a subtle pang in his chest, but he still chose to continue speaking.

“You mentioned before that there’s a nice neighborhood near Ningjiang University. I even rented a place there when I was working. It was a small house where you could hear the trains.”

Cheng Shuangjiang's gaze darted around, waiting for Zhou Heming to speak.

“But if we had never met, I would not have chosen to study at a university in another city, much less leave Jiangcheng to work in Ningjiang.”

He will remain at the Jiangcheng City Funeral Home to continue bidding farewell to the deceased.

"That's not actually the most important thing, because I might be on long business trips or something else. Anyway, it's something that can be explained away."

Zhou Heming looked at his lover's profile and said in a deep voice, "Also, there's Lu Bai's matter."

At this moment, it seemed that the roles of the two had been reversed. The boy had become the one who talked incessantly, while the girl remained silent and listened quietly.

"You said that when Lu Bai was warned by Chai Xixi and the others, I, as a bystander, failed to stand up, which led to the subsequent chain reaction. However, Lu Bai should have been practicing the piano in the multimedia classroom during the sports meet. If you and I had never met, I would have just stayed in the classroom at most. It would have been impossible for me to go to the main building and witness this incident."

After a pause, Zhou Heming took a light breath.

"Of course, that could also be explained. Perhaps Lu Bai and I did work well together in the future. We talked about high school, and I learned about this accident, which made me feel regretful and wish I had been there at the time."

He explained a lot to Cheng Shuangjiang, just so that he could ask the next question.

"But this script can't be made up."

"If we had only met once when we were eighteen, I wouldn't have known you more, wouldn't have written these words, and wouldn't have had such profound feelings."

“I may be wrong about other things, but I know myself.”

"Therefore, it is the time of Frost's Descent."

For the first time, he addressed the girl solely by her name.

"Tell me, what happened?"

In this regard.

The usually cheerful, enthusiastic, and sunny girl remained silent for a long time.

She held the pen in her left hand, seemingly a little uneasy, as if she had made a decision.

then.

"I'm sorry, A-He, I did lie to you."

Cheng Shuangjiang forced out a slightly miserable smile.

“Our connection when we were eighteen years old actually goes beyond just one meeting, and as you said, it is indeed much deeper.”

“You weren’t there when Lu Bai’s incident happened, because you should have been at the hospital at the time. When Qiao Jinchen wanted to transfer schools, you were unable to do anything because of that.”

She gave an answer that Zhou Heming hadn't expected.

"Hospital?"

But Zhou Heming figured out the ins and outs of it almost immediately.

"So, when I rescued you, the situation was more critical?"

Cheng Shuangjiang nodded in agreement.

"The specific situation is complicated. In short, the result is that because of my suicide attempt, we were both hospitalized. As a result, you missed some time of school and funeral home work, and both your grades and financial situation became worse than before."

Upon hearing her words, Zhou Heming pondered for a moment, but still couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"That's my reason for not getting involved in Lu Bai's affairs, but what about my reason for going to work in Ningjiang?"

His intuition told him that, besides this, something even more serious, more irreversible, and more tragic was happening.

"Do you remember that day, at Grandpa Geng's funeral? I met the family of the driver who caused the car accident."

Zhou Heming nodded.

"They were actually very good people who had done many kind things. The grandparents were known as warm-hearted people in the neighborhood and had been doing good deeds for decades. The driver was also a business elite, a key member of the company, and a good person in the eyes of his colleagues."

Cheng Shuangjiang's voice was like a cool night breeze.

"But because of an accident, they became the target of public criticism, were cursed by people online, and were criticized by people around them. Even they themselves felt guilty."

At this point, Zhou Heming understood completely.

When Cheng Shuangjiang spoke to the old man, she told him to let them live a good life.

The reason she was able to confront the source of her despair with such kindness was not only because she, at thirty-five, had seen through the trials of time and gained a broader perspective, but also because Cheng Shuangjiang, this young girl, had once been in the same predicament.

She was not only advising the driver's family, but also herself back then.

"So, you were accused back then?"

Zhou Heming sometimes dislikes his own imagination; the ability to speculate about others with the worst possible malice is hardly a talent worth praising.

Moreover, Cheng Shuangjiang probably faced more than just criticism at that time.

Zhou Heming knew very well that he himself could not overly criticize Cheng Shuangjiang for this, nor could his family do so.

Therefore, the seventeen-year-old girl who attempted suicide will likely face condemnation from the entire society, online violence, and overwhelming public opinion.

This is what we call a mob.

The girl simply smiled sadly at this.

"Ah He, do you know that if you don't die from suicide, you will suffer a lot?"

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