Taking Part in a Survival Game with My Brother - Chapter 228 - Chapter 228: Chapter 228 1 Rather Not

Chapter 228: Chapter 228 1 Rather Not

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Lu Mingyu got off the plane at 19 0’clock.

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, “I’ll ask Zhao Yanshu about what’s going on between my sister and Jiang Yanzhou. He just replied to my message.”

Lu Mingyu furrowed his brows. “What’s going on?”

“Zhao 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.” Also, Zhao Yanshu mentioned that my sister is on his side, but Chen Su didn’t believe that part.

“Zhao Yanshu is obviously on Jiang Yanzhou’s side. Could he be trying to defame Jiang Yanzhou?”

That makes sense!”

Chen Su pointed at something on the crystal counter and curiously asked, “Why is there a box here? Hasn’t anyone tidied up?”

Lu Mingyu glanced at it. “That’s something Yangyang planned to take to the riverside house but left it here. I’ll bring it to her later. Don’t touch Yangyang’s things.”

. I didn’t plan to.”

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. “What are you doing? Be careful! Don’t be so clumsy. These are Yangyang’s treasures.”

Chen Su panicked and looked at what he had knocked over, feeling puzzled. “Huh? Why does this look familiar?”

“Why are you just standing there? Hurry up and pick them up. Put them back in order!”

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. “If I remember correctly, these are the tickets from your first concert with an audience of ten thousand.”

“How does my sister have these?” Chen Su leaned in, looking at the paper in Lu Mingyu’s hand. “Tickets from the livehouse in Holsten six years ago and the music festival in Ximten wo years ago. Is my sister a hidden collector?”

Lu Mingyu remained silent for a while, then patted Chen Su’s shoulder heavily. “You can’t casually look at Yangyang’s things. Hurry up and pick them up! Put them back where they belong!”

Chen Su winced in pain. “I’m sorry! I made a mistake!”

“Stop with the useless talk and pick them up!”

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. “If you knock over Yangyang’s things again, I’ll deduct your salary!”

Chen Su hurriedly said, “I would never dare! If I knock them over again, you can cut off my hand, just don’t deduct my salary!”

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 wouldn’t touch his sister’s belongings without permission, but the memory of what he had just seen couldn’t be suppressed. His fingers easily opened the box, and he took out the papers one by one.” [Lu Mingyu 2X08 ‘Guardian’ Concert – Yonkers Station] [2X09 Super Moon Music Festival – Holsten Station] [Lu Mingyu 2X08 ‘Guardian’ Concert – Qingcheng Station] [2X07 Haicheng Strawberry Music Festival] [Lu Mingyu 2X20 ‘Wholeheartedly’ Tour – 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 one—it 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 brother’s 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, ‘The one singing on that stage? That’s my brother!’]

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, I’m sorry…]

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 Mingyu’s 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. Yangyang’s belongings couldn’t 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 grandfather’s 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, “Yangyang, 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..”