But in reality? It's just a moment of enthusiasm, and it's not like that after that.

When Shen Linglong disappeared from the public eye, those so-called beloved fans also disappeared.

Shen Linglong leaned against the window, looking at the flowing street lamp passing in front of her eyes.

At this moment, she suddenly became extremely conscious.

She has been sick and groggy, which Assistant Wang knows well, and Shen Linglong knows even more in her heart.

They all knew that Shen Linglong was suffering from schizophrenia, and although she was cured, she occasionally relapsed.

When she was sick, she always imagined herself as someone else.

When she became another personality, she was always extremely kind and warm, as if she wanted to make up for the qualities she had missed.

But every time she sobers up, Shen Linglong still looks like she used to be, just like she is now.

She knew that what she was doing was looking for a dead end, but she would do it anyway.

Because she can't let go of those obsessions, and she can't let go of the hatred in her heart.

If there was no An Xiaoyue's instigation, if there was no ruthlessness of Qin Yumo, and if there was no use of He Jianghai, then she would not have reached such a downtrodden state now.

But at the same time, Shen Linglong also knows better than anyone that she came to this land not just because of outsiders, but more importantly, because of herself.

If she hadn't been greedy at the time, and hadn't thought of what didn't belong to her, she wouldn't have ended up where she is now.

However, like everyone involved in the incident at that time, he knew that all the reasons were his own, but he refused to admit it at all.

Even if they are already aware of it, they will not say half a word of apology, they will only put all the responsibility on others, and Shen Linglong is still the same.

I'm sorry, three words, nineteen paintings, Shen Linglong has never said it to others, and I'm afraid I don't have to say it again in the future.

It was already late at night, and after the excitement, Shen Linglong couldn't sleep, so she called Assistant Wang to drive the car and take her around the road.

But this night, Shen Linglong was not the only one who couldn't sleep.

After He Binghe returned to China, he returned to his former home and settled.

After He Jianghai's death, his mother was also imprisoned, and almost all of their family's property was confiscated, except for the apartment where they once lived.

It's a pity that the building is empty, and no one has taken care of it for a long time.

He Binghe returned to his long-lost home, and as soon as he pushed the door open, he saw that it was full of dust.

The furnishings were as they had been before his mother was arrested and imprisoned, and almost no one had touched them.

He Binghe, who had seen the traces of someone's life, almost shed tears, but in an instant, he was poured a basin of cold water.

The home is still there, and the things at home are there, but what about the people at home?

He Binghe looked at the unmanned sofa, he still remembered that when he was a child, he spread a mattress on the sofa in the summer and lay on it for a nap.

After waking up, he had the chilled watermelon that his mother prepared for him, and when the watermelon was finished, it was evening, and He Jianghai also got off work.

At that time, He Jianghai was still a loving father, and every time he came home, he would carry He Binghe on his shoulders as usual, take him to the yard for two turns, and then their family would have dinner together and Meimei.

When it was night, he nestled in his mother's arms, enjoying the coolness brought by He Jianghai to his fan, and falling asleep listening to the stories told by his mother.

But suddenly, He Binghe came to his senses again.

There was nothing in front of him, those who died, those who went to prison went to prison, and those who left left, after all, he was still the only one left.

He Binghe sat on the sofa dejectedly, the night he came back, he still went to visit his mother in prison at Qin Yumo's suggestion.

But who knew that his mother was just 60 years old and had already begun to suffer from Alzheimer's.

She still remembered who He Binghe was, and she also remembered why He Jianghai died, but in the conversation with He Binghe, she would always suddenly forget what they were talking about just now.

Later, He Binghe inquired and learned that his mother had Alzheimer's disease.

He Binghe almost cried bitterly in front of his mother, he hadn't seen him for many years, and seeing him again turned out to be such a result.

But his mother still smiled at him gently and quietly, just like the woman who was always smiling in He Binghe's childhood memory.

She said to He Binghe, "Mom doesn't blame you, you have worked hard for so many years." ”

No one had ever said these words to He Binghe, so He Binghe shed tears as soon as he turned his head.

He suddenly regretted it, for so many years, there was no moment to regret it more than now, even after learning the news that He Jianghai was killed by Lu Zichen, he did not regret it.

He was too young at the time, thinking that He Jianghai deserved it, and he thought that his heart should be happy.

But as he got older, he realized that the people who couldn't let go of it and couldn't forget it were the living people.

So this night, He Binghe lost sleep as usual.

He lay in his childhood bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

He always thought that maybe his parents were still asleep in the next room, and if he had a nightmare and ran over, he would be greeted with a warm embrace.

He Binghe couldn't sleep, so he sat up and walked next door to tentatively push open the door.

There was still cold furniture in front of me, and those things were still the same as when I was a child, but I always felt that it was not quite the same.

He Binghe covered his face and squatted on the ground, and a tear suddenly slipped down the gap between his fingers.

After a long time, He Binghe stood up dejectedly and walked back to the room.

I don't know who can listen to him this night, He Binghe subconsciously swiped on his mobile phone screen, trying to find someone who could listen to him.

Finally, his thumbs fell on a person's name.

This person who once made He Binghe think that he could only be an enemy for the rest of his life, now he can listen to him talk about his heart.

It's really ridiculous to say, it turns out that there are no eternal enemies in this world, and there are no permanent friends.

Everyone's relationship will always change with some external things, maybe it is the same interests, or it may be the same dilemma.

In short, He Binghe realized that some words really couldn't be said too early. Once something happens, it will be him who will be slapped in the face in the end.

He Binghe smiled bitterly, and finally dialed Qin Yumo's phone.

Who knew that Qin Luomo over there was also insomnia, but after two busy sounds, Qin Luomo connected the phone.

His voice was very small, just a brief instruction to He Binghe, "You wait a minute" and then he was silent.