Chapter 228 - 228 1 Rather Not
Taking Part in a Survival Game with My Brother
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Lu Mingyu got off the plane at 19 0âclock.
However, he had not slept all night and left in a hurry. He looked very sloppy. He did not want his sister to worry, so he went home to wash up first before looking for her.
Chen Su followed behind Lu Mingyu at the Lu residence and said, âIâll ask Zhao Yanshu about whatâs going on between my sister and Jiang Yanzhou. He just replied to my message.â n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Lu Mingyu furrowed his brows. âWhatâs going on?â
âZhao Yanshu said everything is fine. Jiang Yanzhou has long been planning for my sister and went on the variety show for her. He really likes my sister and would never harm her.â Also, Zhao Yanshu mentioned that my sister is on his side, but Chen Su didnât believe that part.
âZhao Yanshu is obviously on Jiang Yanzhouâs side. Could he be trying to defame Jiang Yanzhou?â
That makes sense!â
Chen Su pointed at something on the crystal counter and curiously asked, âWhy is there a box here? Hasnât anyone tidied up?â
Lu Mingyu glanced at it. âThatâs something Yangyang planned to take to the riverside house but left it here. Iâll bring it to her later. Donât touch Yangyangâs things.â
. I didnât plan to.â
However, as Chen Su sat down and turned his head, his arm accidentally
Imocked over the box, causing some papers to fall and scatter on the floor.
Lu Mingyu became extremely nervous. âWhat are you doing? Be careful! Donât be so clumsy. These are Yangyangâs treasures.â
Chen Su panicked and looked at what he had knocked over, feeling puzzled. âHuh? Why does this look familiar?â
âWhy are you just standing there? Hurry up and pick them up. Put them back in order!â
Lu Mingyu bent down to pick up the papers and suddenly froze when he saw what was in his hand.
Chen Su waved the item in front of him. âIf I remember correctly, these are the tickets from your first concert with an audience of ten thousand.â
âHow does my sister have these?â Chen Su leaned in, looking at the paper in Lu Mingyuâs hand. âTickets from the livehouse in Holsten six years ago and the music festival in Ximten wo years ago. Is my sister a hidden collector?â
Lu Mingyu remained silent for a while, then patted Chen Suâs shoulder heavily. âYou canât casually look at Yangyangâs things. Hurry up and pick them up! Put them back where they belong!â
Chen Su winced in pain. âIâm sorry! I made a mistake!â
âStop with the useless talk and pick them up!â
Chen Su quickly bent down, collected the papers, and put them back in the box, handing it to Lu Mingyu.
With a stern face, Lu Mingyu took it. âIf you knock over Yangyangâs things again, Iâll deduct your salary!â
Chen Su hurriedly said, âI would never dare! If I knock them over again, you can cut off my hand, just donât deduct my salary!â
Lu Mingyu entered his room, placed the box on the cabinet, took off his shirt, and went to take a shower.
Not long after, he emerged with wet, short hair, blow-dried it, and stood in front of the wardrobe, hesitating for a while before putting on casual clothes.
His gaze fell on the box standing on the table, and Lu Mingyu froze in his tracks.
He wouldnât touch his sisterâs belongings without permission, but the memory of what he had just seen couldnât be suppressed. His fingers easily opened the box, and he took out the papers one by one.â [Lu Mingyu 2X08 âGuardianâ Concert â Yonkers Station] [2X09 Super Moon Music Festival â Holsten Station] [Lu Mingyu 2X08 âGuardianâ Concert â Qingcheng Station] [2X07 Haicheng Strawberry Music Festival] [Lu Mingyu 2X20 âWholeheartedlyâ Tour â Nanchuan Station]
34 tickets, 34 music events of various sizes.
Including a small music festival where he only performed for two minutes.
Suddenly, Lu Mingyu felt a pang of sadness. His hands trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes welled up.
Underneath the stack of tickets was a pile of photos, still vivid in color, unfaded over time.
Lu Mingyu slowly pulled out the top oneâit was a photo of him sitting in a chair, holding a guitar and singing with his head bowed.
On the back of the photo, there was a line of text that had started to fade due to its age.
[My brotherâs first concert was a great success. The people around were immersed in his performance, and they praised him. At that moment, I felt so proud, proud enough to tell them, âThe one singing on that stage? Thatâs my brother!â]
The second photo was of him participating in a music festival, dancing and singing lively songs.
[Although my brother danced so awl?vardly today, with no coordination in his limbs, I still think his performance throughout the entire music festival was perfect!]
The third photo was taken in the year when our grandfather passed away, capturing his lingering sadness on stage.
[Brother, Iâm sorryâ¦]
The text on this photo was blurrier than the previous ones, with ink smearing.
[Nothing is predetermined, except that my brother was born to be a singer under the spotlight.]
One photo corresponded to one ticket, and one ticket represented a segment of his dream.
34 tickets summarized his entire journey in pursuing music.
Lu Mingyuâs chest felt like it was being twisted by a knife, and his hands trembled ceaselessly.
He stared blankly, tears welling up in his eyes, streaming down his cheeks and dropping onto the tickets.
Realizing his tears stained the tickets, he hastily collected them. Yangyangâs belongings couldnât be tarnished, not even by his tears.
After gathering them, he could no longer control himself. Tears covered his cheeks, leaving even his mouth with a bitter taste.
For all these years, Yangyang had always supported him, yet he had ignored her for two years over trivial matters.
He left her alone and abandoned, bearing everything by herself.
She was more devastated by our grandfatherâs passing than anyone else, and as her older brother, he repeatedly promised to protect her, but he kept hurting her instead.
He not only failed to protect her, but also exposed her to the risk of being criticized.
He surmised inwardly, âYangyang, you are a beautiful longing and refuge. I am willing to transfer the last bit of truth, goodness, and beauty in the world to you. If my existence brings any darkness to you, then I would rather not exist
at all..â