Stars Fall Into The Sea, Love Never Fades Chapter 22

Chapter 23 The power of books and the foreshadowing of the next life

On the fifth anniversary of the publication of “Stars Falling to the Horizon”, the publisher held a reader meeting.

The venue was filled with readers from all over the country, including former patients with depression, people who had lost loved ones, people engaged in public welfare undertakings, and many young students.They all held this book in their hands, with gentle smiles on their faces, and their eyes were full of awe and emotion for the story.

Ah Zhi was sitting on the stage, wearing a simple white shirt with a white rose on his chest – this had been his habit for many years, and he would bring Qi’s favorite flower with him wherever he went.

“Mr. Azhi,” a young reader stood up and said with red eyes, “I was once a patient with depression and wanted to give up on myself many times. It wasn’t until I read your book and Mr. Qi’s story that I realized that there is such tender love in the world and that I deserve to be treated well. Now that I have recovered, I have joined the team of charity volunteers and want to help more people like you and Mr. Qi.”

Azhi’s throat choked up and he said softly: “Thank you. If you can get better, it is the best reward for me and Qi. Remember, no matter what difficulties you encounter, never give up on yourself, because there is always someone who secretly loves you.”

Another reader stood up, holding a yellowed book in his hand: “Mr. Azhi, I am a middle school teacher. I recommended this book to my students to let them know how to cherish the people around them, understand and be tolerant. After reading it, many students have changed their views on patients with depression and began to take the initiative to care for classmates around them who need help.”

Azhi nodded, feeling warm in his heart.He knew that this book was no longer just a love story between him and Qi, but had become a force and a legacy, affecting more and more people.

After the meeting, a gray-haired old man stopped Azhi.She is holding a painting in her hand, which depicts a starry sky, which is similar to Qi’s “Stars Falling on the Horizon”.

“Young man,” the old man said softly, “I am a retired astronomy enthusiast. After reading your book, I thought of my husband, who is also a painter and likes to paint the starry sky. He has been gone for many years, and I have always missed him. Thank you for your book, letting me know that love can span life and death and exist forever.”

Ah Zhi took the painting, his eyes slightly red: “Thank you. Your wife must be watching you and protecting you in the sky.”

The old man smiled and nodded, turned and left.Ah Zhi looked at the painting in his hand, his heart filled with peace and warmth.He knew that his and Qi’s story had touched the hearts of countless people and became a warm light in their lives.

When I got home, it was already late at night.Ah Zhi sat in the study room and opened the yellowed book. Inside was a postcard sent by a reader, which read: “May we all live a good life with love and courage, and live up to our encounters and the next life.”

The word “afterlife” caused ripples in Ah Zhi’s heart.He remembered that at the seaside, he and Qi had agreed to meet each other in the next life; he remembered what Qi said before leaving, “I will watch you in the sky and protect you.”

He walked to the window, looked at the stars in the sky, and said softly: “Qi, do you think we will really meet in the next life?”

The wind blew gently, and the curtains swayed slightly, as if Qi was nodding in response.

At this moment, his cell phone rang. It was a call from the staff of the charity fund: “Mr. Ah, I have good news to tell you. We received an anonymous donation of a large amount. The donor only left one sentence – ‘May the starry sky illuminate every lonely soul.'”

Ah Zhi’s heart skipped a beat.”May the starry sky illuminate every lonely soul”, this is what Qi often said during his lifetime.

He knew that this must not be a coincidence.Perhaps, this is the continuation of Qi’s love in another way, or perhaps, this is a gentle foreshadowing of the encounter in the next life.

He walked to the desk, picked up a pen, and wrote in his notebook: “Qi, no matter whether we meet in the next life or not, I will carry your love and live a good life. If there is an afterlife, I will recognize you at the first sight, love you well, and stay with you forever, never to be separated again.”

After finishing writing, he closed the notebook and placed it next to Qi’s photo.Moonlight poured in through the window, illuminating the desk and Qi’s gentle smile in the photo.