Wen Yan woke up from a dream.

My body was soaked with sweat, I raised my hand and touched my face, I was wet, I don't know if it was sweat or tears, I just felt that my eyes were sore, and everything I saw was blurry.

Turning his head to look out the window, it was pitch black, I couldn't tell what time it was, even the leaves were still, and a qiē looked distant and hazy, and nothing had a clear outline.

Lifted the quilt and stepped out of bed, his steps were a little vague, he sat down at the table with his tired body, took out a key from under the base of the lamp, and slowly opened the drawer.

There was a photograph and an old envelope that had been preserved in it, and she didn't touch it, she just picked it up and looked at it.

The woman above was wearing a dark green high-placket cheongsam, sitting elegantly in front of the dresser, tilting her head slightly, and her eyes were full of indescribable temperament and charm.

When she smiled, there were shallow folds at the corners of her eyes, not deep, but the gentle traces of the years.

Raise your finger and carefully trace it across that face through the void.

No matter how many years have passed, the corners of the eyebrows and eyes have never aged.

I vaguely remember that summer, that sunny afternoon, the weather was hot and muggy, and the sky was piled up with thick cumulus clouds, as if rain was coming.

When she walked to the familiar building, she found a group of people gathered downstairs, reporters carrying all kinds of video equipment to occupy all angles and shooting wildly, uniformed police officers coming in and out, yellow police cordons open, blocking the way, and people's eyes that were blurred and greedy.

Everyone was watching lively, gossiping and pointing, but there was no trace of sympathy and pity on their faces.

Her steps suddenly froze, and her heart jumped wildly for no apparent reason, as if she had a premonition that something bad was coming.

It wasn't until she saw the big pool of dark red blood on the ground, and the body that had no sense of residual warmth, that she seemed to hear a hollow echo from her chest, and the whole person was stunned all of a sudden, just like that, she looked at her mother lying on the cold ground, no longer breathing.

Someone sued her and she died!

The world collapsed at that moment.

Immediately afterward, an overwhelming number of reports followed.

#九冠影后言抒珺跳楼自杀! #影后言抒珺跳楼自杀, suspected of meddling in other people's families?! #言抒珺十九层跳下, the death is bleak!! #拿什么拯救你, a generation of actresses are saying their words!! #

The big title is shockingly written, and the feeling brewing between the lines of the article, the deep meaning of the speculation, is even more tragic than her death!

Hundreds of newspapers, magazines, and entertainment websites published this report and photos, and even some well-known big websites abroad were not spared, and all walks of life were in an uproar, people's merciless ridicule, the victim's powerless rebuttal, and the pressure of public opinion swept and spread all over the world, overwhelming the little girl who was only 20 years old.

Since the report was exposed, the deceased seemed to have completely lost his dignity, and let people who did not know the truth slander and trample on it, film producers, investors, brands, advertisers, have filed claims for breach of contract, and the previously extremely easy and happy life suddenly fell into a huge black hole, Wen Yan was stupid, she listened to them incomprehensibly and told them astronomical amounts, forced her to repay the huge liquidated damages owed by her mother, imagining the disaster that pressed on her head, she felt that her life had collapsed, Just turned around, and was crushed by the big wheel of fate.

At that time, I finally understood that the warm little world that my mother had been trying to build for her for a long time, full of joy and fantasy, had collapsed so lightly.

Growing up overnight, it seems like that's what happened at that time.

"Yanyan, if you have something difficult to say, everyone will help you!"

"I have been good friends with your mother for more than ten years, I really didn't expect this to happen, don't be too sad, life will go on."

"Yanyan, what do you want Auntie to do? If you need it, you must say it! ”

said such earnest and nice words of care, but no one put them into action.

Wen Yan knows that in the eyes of others, her mother died a disgraceful death, even a little wolf, those news have been written ugly and unrecognizable enough, what meddled in other people's families, being reprimanded in person on the set, being inconsistent with others, a third party, a vicious junior, these words, in the entertainment industry, how unbelievable.

Mother used to be a myth in the entertainment industry, and she was a powerful actress respected by everyone, Wen Yan didn't understand at that time, sometimes it takes ten years to walk on the altar, and it only takes a second to fall.

Without hesitation, all the money in the family was used to pay liquidated damages, and even sold the house, refusing the earnest "help" of all friends in the circle, in order to leave the last bit of dignity for her mother, at least when she left, she didn't owe anything to anyone.

It's just that it's not enough.

Gu Heng appeared in such a situation.

Sometimes I think it's fate, this city is so big, there are so many people coming and going, rubbing shoulders and missing it, but just met him, but he helped her, once said that he didn't believe in fate, but fate was to let them meet each other.

It's just that there was no burning at that time, but Gu Heng was very good to her at that time, but in the blink of an eye, five years later, she had forgotten what had changed the taste of each other, she had lost her initial mood and that careful liking, she became indifferent and hypocritical, and she hurt each other even harder.

Until all his patience and emotion were consumed, until he looked at her, there was no longer a gentle light in his eyes, only disgust and contempt.

From loving a person to getting bored, he may spend more effort than he once loved her.

Tears, I don't know when, quietly seeped out of the eyelashes, ran down the corners of the eyes, and slowly flowed down.

I closed my eyes hard, but the tears became more and more, and I couldn't stop it. She bowed down and buried her face deep in her hands, unable to look up for a long time.

It seemed to be windy outside, and the leaves began to shake.

In the garden of the Gu family's old house, a very strange picture appeared.

One man, one dog, two confrontations!

Ding Ding was originally lying on the ground honestly, licking his paws and playing, looking up at the black shadow in front of him from time to time, snorting, and drooping his eyelids.

And the black shadow standing in front of it was Gu Heng. He just stood there silently, looking at it, not moving.

His eyes were dark and bright, bursting with a resolute streamer in the night.

Tintin probably also felt strange, he didn't understand what this well-dressed guy meant, why was he there like a wooden stake, staring at it with bad intentions, it was so uncomfortable that he had to raise his eyelids again, and had the courage to shout at him, but he still didn't move.

"Wang~~" two more times, he only frowned slightly.

I don't know where the courage came from, Ding Ding suddenly stood up from the ground, stretched his neck and cocked his tail to Gu Heng and shouted at Gu Heng one after another, trying to scare away this uninvited guest with his majestic voice and erected hair.

But it failed.

Gu Heng didn't move at all, but Ding Ding himself was exhausted, and finally let out two sluggish whimper-like whines, and then finally lost like a deflated ball. Turned around frantically on the spot twice, then glanced at Gu Heng with great disgust, turned his head and went into the kennel, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

The moonlight set aside the shadows of the trees swaying in the night and the wind, highlighting Gu Heng's tall and straight body, standing alone in the night, looking at the furry black shadow in front of him with blazing eyes. Suddenly, he bent down, as if he wanted to reach out and touch it, but somehow, the hand he handed out suddenly paused in the air and slowly retracted it.

After a while, I slowly looked up and looked at the sky that was getting brighter.

Before dawn, the night is the quietest!

He felt that his eyes were a little sour, so he closed them and blurred out all the emotions that were stirring in his heart, along with the pain in his eyes!