Shen Huai was dragged by Ye Cang for a physical examination, and the results showed that everything was normal, and his physical fitness was much better than that of his peers.
Shen Huai didn't take these to heart, he just thought that he was too tired recently, thinking about promising Tang Wanjun to accompany her to Xiangjiang, so he simply gave himself a vacation.
Ye Cang was still working, so he could only watch Shen Huai go out sadly. Shen Huai was amused and kissed his side face: "I'll bring you a gift, wait for me to go home."
Ye Cang touched his cheek. Although he was comforted, he was still a little depressed.
After Shen Huai left, Ye Cang went back to his room to write songs, but he was very focused at work in the past, but at this moment he couldn't calm down at all. He took off his headphones, stood up and moved his body.
The house was quiet, Chu Meibo and Song Yimian went out to film, Xue Chengge was still participating in the show, and the entire villa group was extraordinarily quiet.
This made Ye Cang feel a sense of panic, as if returning to the feeling of being trapped in the house and being alone after his death.
It's just that he came here after being alone for 30 years, but Shen Huai has only been out for a few hours now, but he can't bear it anymore.
He shook his head and threw all these emotions out of his mind. At this moment, he didn't have the mood to write songs, so he took out his mobile phone and swiped Weibo directly.
Who knew that someone just happened to meet Shen Huai at the airport. The blogger seemed to be a fan of Shen Huai. The whole Weibo was full of excitement and surprise.
[I went to Xiangjiang to play with my best friend, and I ran into an agent at the airport. The real person 5555 is too handsome! ! He has a very good temper. Not only did he agree to take a photo together, but he also allowed us to take a few more pictures when the first one was not taken well. Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo forth,I love you all my life! !]
Since Shen Huai's identity was exposed, he is handsome, rich and capable, and he is simply a domineering president in the real world. Although he does not play Weibo very much on weekdays, it does not prevent this Weibo from quickly attracting many people.
[Envy Miss, Mr. Shen himself is really handsome! I want to take a picture too!]
[I have lemon!]
[Huaihuai is mine! Draw your swords, gentlemen!]
[LS get away, Huaihuai is on my bed!]
[Why can't President Shen make his debut! ! Mr. Guo of Guan Rui next door has made his debut! (no]
Ye Cang looked at the desperate confessions of various wife fans and girlfriend fans below, and his heart was sour.
But he couldn't do anything. In the end, he got angry and searched all Weibo posts about "Canghuai" on Weibo, and liked them one by one.
Your dad's fans: ? ?
Although they were confused for a while, as sand sculpture fans of sand sculpture bloggers, they quickly found a reason for your dad.
[On the cultivation of a CP fan]
[Our father is a main business fan CP and a side business music blogger]
[Wait, am I the only one who thinks that Dad was stimulated by something?]
[For example, if the wife is not at home?]
Ye Cang: "..."
I'm worried.
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Shen Huai got off the plane and went to the cemetery by car according to Tang Wanjun's instructions.
He tilted his head and glanced at Tang Wanjun, who was sitting in the back seat. She stared out the window blankly, and there seemed to be nostalgia in her eyes, and she seemed to have more complicated feelings.
When they arrived at the cemetery, Shen Huai bought a bunch of flowers and followed Tang Wanjun slowly inside.
At this time, the sky was gray, as if it was going to rain, and the cemetery was quiet and there were not many people.
Neither Shen Huai nor Tang Wanjun spoke. After walking a distance, Tang Wanjun stopped.
In front of her is a very simple cemetery, the tombstones have been swept clean, and there are flowers and fruits in front of her. There is a photo on the tombstone. The girl in the photo is smiling like a flower, exactly like her.
This is Tang Wanjun's own cemetery.
In fact, when Tang Wanjun reported the name of the cemetery, Shen Huai had already guessed it.
Although Tang Wanjun has been dead for many years and is still in the state of a ghost, it still takes a lot of courage to truly face herself lying in the cemetery.
Shen Huai didn't say anything, just put the bouquet in his hand in front of the tomb in silence, and then walked away, thoughtfully leaving Tang Wanjun alone time.
This cemetery is very large, and many celebrities are buried. At a glance, there are neat tombstones, which looks very solemn and a little gloomy.
Since Shen Huai had such a bloody physique, he would be particularly worried when he was in such a place.
A wet wind blew past before the rain, Shen Huai looked back at the aisle on the other side, but saw a figure passing through a row of tombstones, but when he looked carefully, there was no one there.
Shen Huai frowned slightly and was about to go there, but Tang Wanjun had already walked over, directly taking Shen Huai's attention away.
Although Tang Wanjun's state seemed to be a little low, Shen Huai felt that she seemed to have released the shackles in her heart, and the whole person looked much clearer.
The two slowly walked down the mountain. Unexpectedly, it rained halfway down the mountain. Shen Huai hurried to a pavilion to avoid the rain.
Looking at the rain, Tang Wanjun suddenly said, "You should always be curious, who killed me, right?"
Shen Huai was slightly stunned, but he didn't expect Tang Wanjun to take the initiative to bring this up.
Tang Wanjun chuckled lightly: "I know many people are guessing that my agent did it. When I was alive, we had a bad relationship, but to be honest, she really didn't hate her enough to kill me. "
Shen Huai realized something: "You..."
Tang Wanjun let out a long breath: "No one would have thought that the person who killed me would be my sister."
Shen Huai looked at her in shock.
"Surprised?" Tang Wanjun laughed, "I am also surprised, she is two years older than me, I always thought that although our relationship was not good, but I provided food and clothing for the whole family and school for my nephews and nieces, even if she was not. Be grateful to me, at least you shouldn't hate me."
"But I was wrong, she just hated me. Back then, my family was poor, and my parents married her to an old alcoholic in exchange for the dowry money. Originally, my fate was the same as hers, but I entered the record company. When the old alcoholic was fighting, I was singing and dancing on the stage, and when she was struggling to give birth to her third child in the hospital, I was already popular in Hong Kong."
"I once persuaded her to divorce, but she refused. Our relationship became very bad for a time. Later, the old alcoholic fell into the river and drowned. I thought our relationship would improve, but I was wrong. , she blamed everything on me, no matter what I do, as long as I live, it is a satire of her failed life."
Tang Wanjun said lightly, but Shen Huai felt very uncomfortable, he whispered: "It's not your fault, everything you have is earned by your own hard work, only weak and incompetent people can Throwing the blame for failure on to someone else."
Tang Wanjun looked at him blankly, and suddenly laughed: "Yes, you are right, he said the same."
Tang Wanjun didn't say who he was, but Shen Huai had already guessed that Tang Wanjun's personality seemed to be carefree, but in fact she was extremely sensitive. She died in that situation. If no one solved her, she might not be where she is now. This way.
It's just that Shen Huai didn't ask, as he said before, everyone has privacy, as long as Tang Wanjun doesn't say anything, he will respect her.
The two went down the mountain, and Tang Wanjun became a dutiful guide. She always liked to eat. Although there was a company in the past, she still took the opportunity to secretly eat a few times. The store is simply clean.
Shen Huai knew that she was in a bad mood today and wanted her to be happier, so she let her be.
By the time she returned to the hotel in the evening, Tang Wanjun had completely returned to normal, and there seemed to be no haze.
Seeing this, Shen Huai said, "I'll open a room for you, so you should go back and rest early."
Tang Wanjun nodded, and without waiting for Shen Huai to say anything, he went straight through the wall, but soon came back with a small scream.
Shen Huai said helplessly, "It's the other side."
Tang Wanjun stuck out her tongue, and followed his instructions directly through the wall. Before Shen Huai could feel relieved, another head popped out of the wall and whispered, "Thank you today!"
Shen Huai was inexplicably issued a good person card, and he couldn't help laughing and laughing, but after Tang Wanjun finished speaking, he had already put it back on with a bang.
Shen Huai smiled helplessly and shook his head.
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It is particularly cool on rainy nights. The neon of Xiangjiang illuminates the city colorfully. People in the city are noisy, and the highway is full of traffic. The long traffic flow is like a shining silver stream. On the screen above are the most famous artists today, and the employees in the company are yawning and working overtime.
Pei Ran sat on the roof of the hotel, watching all this in front of him.
He was born in Xiangjiang, grew up in Xiangjiang, became famous in Xiangjiang, and dedicated his life in Xiangjiang. On the day of his death, he did not resent, but felt relieved.
This feeling of being relieved of the burden made him very relaxed.
But after returning to Xiangjiang, everything in front of him made him feel both familiar and unfamiliar.
Just as he was contemplating, a laughing voice suddenly came from beside him: "I knew you were here!"
Pei Ran didn't look back, he also guessed who was coming.
He whispered, "How did you know I was here?"
Tang Wanjun sat directly beside him and said, "You used to like to sit at the highest point of the Xiangjiang Gymnasium. You have never changed this habit, so I guess you should be here, am I right?"
Pei Ran laughed, but coughed a few times involuntarily.
He is a ghost, and he would not have coughing in the first place, but it was probably because of the pain before his death that he could not completely forget it, so he had this habit.
Tang Wanjun looked at his profile, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I want to understand, I want to come out, I want to have a new life."
Pei Ran was stunned for a moment, then showed a gentle smile: "Congratulations."
Tang Wanjun stood up with his hips on his shoulders and pointed to the Xiangjiang Gymnasium in the distance: "I will definitely come back there for a concert in the future!"
In Hong Kong, holding a concert at the Hong Kong Stadium is the most important indicator to test whether an artist is popular.
But the former Tang Wanjun, let alone such a lofty goal, she was not even willing to come back to life.
Seeing her change step by step, Pei Ran couldn't help but sigh, "Shen Huai is a very good person."
Tang Wanjun nodded: "Yes, he is really nice!"
She couldn't be shy in front of Shen Huai, she hesitated for a long time to say thank you, but in front of Pei Ran, she was very calm: "It's not just him, Ye Cang, Sister Mei, and Lao Guo are all good people. When they meet, they will definitely become friends!"
Pei Ran didn't speak, just reached out and touched Tang Wanjun's head.
Tang Wanjun quickly pulled his hand off: "I'm not a child anymore, don't touch my head every time."
Pei Ran laughed: "Who was it that he was a ghost back then, and was still afraid of ghosts?"
Tang Wanjun: "..."
She became annoyed and angry: "What can you say about such an old thing!" Then she asked suspiciously, "You didn't deliberately change the subject, did you?"
"How come?" Pei Ran's face was innocent, "You are too sensitive."
Tang Wanjun has known him for many years, and he is very clear about the nature of this man's black and white, and always feels that he is hiding something from himself.
But of course she couldn't fight against Pei Ran, and she was distracted by Pei Ran after a few words, forgetting what she was going to ask before.
After Tang Wanjun went back to rest, the smile on Pei Ran's face turned cold. He stretched out his hand and pinched a black shadow out of the dark night. The shadow was exposed to the moonlight, revealing a terrifying face. Although the human shape could still be seen, there was no humanity in those eyes for a long time. Greed and viciousness.
Pei Ran squeezed it to death with a slight force with his fingers.
He couldn't help coughing a little more, and said coldly to the darkness around him, "Go away!"
In the dark night, the ink was surging, and it seemed to be captured by him in the end, and he slowly retreated.