Huo Ziqiu's car had been parked at this intersection for twenty minutes, and his agent got out of the car and went to the pharmacy next to him to buy stomach medicine for him, but he still hasn't come back.

He rolled down the window, lit a cigarette, and looked at the big and small huddles at the intersection again. Although it is already past six o'clock, fortunately it is summer, and the sun has not completely set. Through the soft light, Huo Ziqiu could see the tears on the girl's face, reflecting the afterglow of the sunset, falling in his eyes, and only felt ...... It's still full of chic.

"Why, what do you look at so fascinating?" The agent Wang Donglei had already sat in the cab at some point, and shook his hand in front of Huo Ziqiu a few times.

"Nothing." Huo Ziqiu casually extinguished the cigarette, "Let's go." ”

Wang Donglei's eyes floated to the half of the cigarette butt, and he sighed helplessly: "It's been a few years since you quit smoking, why did you smoke again, it's not good for your stomach." ”

"I'm a little tired, take a pick-me-up."

Tired? In the ten years since Huo Ziqiu became famous, he has never been running around, and he has never heard him say tired words. Wang Donglei thought, maybe this is tired.

"The news from Yinghui's side, Anning's funeral time has been set, next Wednesday. I'll try to keep your notices out there and leave some time for the funeral. ”

Huo Ziqiu looked out the window and replied after a while: "No need, I won't go." When she was alive, I didn't know her well. When a person dies, there is no need to move forward, anyway, when I get in front of her, I guess she won't recognize me. ”

Wang Donglei sighed again, stepped up the throttle and drove out of the intersection.

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The little boy in An Ning's arms was already asleep, and she found the house according to the address the little boy had said before, and took the key from his neck to open the door.

The house is very old, the decoration style is still more than ten years ago, and the wooden floor creaks when you step on it.

An Ning found the smaller one of the two rooms, carefully put the boy in her arms on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and then began to move his stiff shoulders and walked to another room.

The room, which had been very old for quite some years, was warmly decorated by its original owner, and the table against the wall was piled up with miscellaneous items, as if they had been poured out of a bag in a hurry. An Ning found an ID card at a glance, and when she pulled it out, her name on it was Meng Anning.

It's a coincidence, and it's even in the name of "tranquility".

The one-inch ID card photo is also unexpectedly good-looking, the fair-skinned girl has a high ponytail, there is no bangs in front of her forehead, and her eyes are crooked with a smile, revealing a few lovely teeth.

It's like a little princess who doesn't know the suffering of the world.

An Ning walked around the room a few times and unexpectedly found several thick diaries. She turned on the lamp and sat down at the table to watch.

It turned out that when Meng Anning was eighteen years old, her parents died in a traffic accident, leaving only an old house, a meager savings, and her eight-year-old brother Meng Anping depended on her.

An eighteen-year-old girl living with a brother ten years younger than herself is simply struggling. What's worse is that Meng Anning has a congenital heart disease, and his body is already very weak, and it takes a lot of money just to see a doctor. At first, the relatives at home would support the two sisters and brothers from time to time, but after a long time, they were impatient to care about these two "debt collectors".

Meng Anning studied well since she was a child, graduated from high school, and Jinqiu Art Institute was willing to give her a full scholarship and a large subsidy, so she did not hesitate to give up her wish and accepted this little-known school.

In addition, Meng Anning also seized various times to work. Even so, the life of the sister and brother is still tight.

Meng Anning is 23 years old and has just graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts. Although she is good-looking, she is shy and shy, and she is not the person who eats the bowl of rice of an actor at all. So far, he has only run through a few TV series, and he can't make any money at all.

The younger brother Meng Anping is not good at studying, but he is extremely talented in music. The school's music teacher approached her several times and wanted Meng Anning to send her younger brother to learn piano. However, how can Meng Anning afford the cost of learning piano?

At this time, Meng Anning was recommended and got the opportunity to play a supporting role in a big drama. Meng Anning was taken to a dinner party to accompany the wine, and the reputation was to "build a good relationship" first, but how could Meng Anning not see it in the eyes of the assistant director, and in the end, she ran away before the meal was finished.

She felt useless, and felt sorry for her brother, so she spent twenty yuan a day to hide in an Internet café. The burden of life is too heavy for this weak girl.

Meng Anning's diary stopped at the last page: "I feel that my health is getting worse and worse, and the doctor said that there is no way to cure my illness, and it is not easy to delay it for so long." There is nothing to be afraid of death, what I am afraid of is that no one can take care of Anping. Although God was unfair to me, he gave me a good brother, he is very sensible and smart, and he deserves the best, but I, as a sister, can't give him anything. I have never prayed to God for all these years, because it was an act of cowardice. But today, I am willing to use my life to beg if there is really heaven, if there really is an angel, can you give us a little favor and take good care of my brother Meng Anping. ”

An Ning closed the journal and carefully put them back in their place. She was already in awe of this weak and strong girl in her heart, Meng Anning had exhausted all her strength to fight against the injustice of fate, and all she lacked was a little luck.

"Sister." Meng Anping didn't know when he had gotten up, standing at the door and looking at An Ning fixedly.

An Ning beckoned to him: "Anping, come here." You tell your sister that you really want to learn piano? ”

"No......" Meng Anping said hurriedly.

"Think it through." An Ning cut off his words, "It's about your future and dreams, I want to listen to the truth." ”

"I ...... I love the piano, but my family can't afford it. Meng Anping lowered his head: "Sister, you have worked so hard to take care of me, and you are not in good health...... I don't want you to worry about me anymore, if it weren't for me, you'd be much better. ”

"Don't say stupid things, if it weren't for you, it's hard to say whether your sister would survive until now." An Ning put her arms around him: "Since it's something you like, go to great lengths to get it." Anping, from today on, we all have to work hard to pursue what we love. ”

Meng Anping was puzzled: "But ......"

"There's nothing to do, you go to bed now, and you have classes tomorrow."

An Ning pushed him out as she looked back at the neatly stacked diary.

Meng Anning, don't worry, I have all your wishes in my heart; Tranquility, come on, this is not the end, but a new beginning.