This night is destined to be sleepless.

Jian Bai just used Pingle's top-notch love affair to divert the attention of netizens, and then the news of Song Wen's death reached her.

She was stunned for a long time, sitting in the office chair in a daze, no matter how the secretary called her, she couldn't give a reaction.

Jian Bai still remembers that after the meeting where she was appointed as the director of the public relations department, Su Xingmu called her to the office.

"You also know that the entertainment industry is under a lot of pressure, and everyone has more or less psychological problems, of course, there are some people who sell miserable clothes...... But Song Wen, you have to pay more attention, she's real."

"All the negative news related to Song Wen, I ask you to suppress it at any cost."

"Can you do it?"

Jane Bai remembers, she said at the time, yes.

Pretty sure yes.

But......

This time, she made a mistake.

The price of the mistake was that Song Wen died.

"Qingqing, Song Wen committed suicide."

Yu Qing put down the script and looked at the agent in disbelief: "What did you say? Why is it so sudden?"

The agent shook his head slowly, looking at the script in her hand with a somewhat complicated expression: "Not suddenly, last night, Song Wen's agent called me...... Your audition is a quid pro quo she uses to get us to restrain our fans."

With a "click", the script in Yu Qing's hand fell to the ground.

When she looked up again, her eyes were red.

"How...... How is that possible...... She, she was tearing up with me before......

Tears crossed his face, which was regret and distress.

"Uncle Policeman, Yinyin is all right, right?" Su Mu held Gong Luo's hand and asked in a low voice.

In fact, her hands were shaking.

A person who still works together during the day dies in front of his eyes, even if he doesn't have a deep friendship, it is difficult to calm down.

"She has Mr. Jing, don't worry." Gong Luo spoke, hugging Su Mu into his arms.

He patted her on the back and asked, "Scared, isn't it?"

Su Mu pursed her lips, tears falling from her eyes.

She had been worried about Shen Fanyin's emotions just now, but she had forgotten that she was sad and afraid.

Now that she was held in Gong Luo's arms, she cried out loud.

"She...... Actually, she's good, she's really good and hardworking...... Yinyin said...... There is already a way...... There's a way!"

"Why did you want her to die, why did you just hold on to her...... Why didn't Chen Li come at me, why not me......

"She said she wanted to eat oranges......

Gong Luo frowned slightly, hugged Su Mu tightly, and silently patted her back to comfort her.

He could understand how she felt, like the first time he saw his teammates die in front of him...... The powerlessness and remorse are indescribable.

At that time, he thought the same as her, why not me?

However, the reality is that it will always leave people with endless regrets and then heartache.

In the face of reality, no one survived.

Jing Zeheng put Shen Fanyin on the bed and pulled the quilt over her to cover her.

Shen Fanyin sat lean, curled up on her knees, and put her chin on her knees, she looked at him quietly and was silent for a long time.

Jing Zeheng was silent for a moment, then reached out and rubbed her head: "Sanskrit, the deceased has passed away, and the living have to go on."

Shen Fanyin pursed her lips, and half of her eyes were red.

She silently moved forward and leaned into his arms.

Jing Zeheng's hand withdrew and hugged her.

"Brother, I'll be sad for a while, for a while."

She buried her face in his chest, sullen, and whispered.

"Okay," Jing Zeheng hugged her trembling shoulders, his eyes full of distress, "Good, Fanyin, if you need to vent your emotions, you can cry a little longer, don't bear it, I am the only one in the family, and no one else will know."

"Hmm.

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She nodded lightly and didn't cry.

She was indeed sad and sad for Song Wen's death, and for a moment she did feel that she had affected her.

But calm down and think about it carefully, even if there is no her, Xingrui is like the sky, and it will definitely stand in the way of Pingle.

In this battlefield without gunsmoke, the slightest carelessness is shattered.

Shen Fanyin was a little tired and tired.

She misses this time last year.

At that time, she and Su Mu had just opened a wedding dress shop and were poor, but all they thought about every day was how to make a wedding dress and how to run it.

Now she has money, but she has also lost too much.

She has to wear sunglasses when she goes out, and every little thing will be magnified, spread out in front of many people, and she will no longer be as free as before, and she can do whatever she wants.

She fought with Qi Jin, Jing Zeheng had a scar on her arm, and her grandmother almost had an accident.

She...... There is no senior sister anymore.

Shen Fanyin suddenly wanted to Guan Ran very much.

She couldn't help but think about what she would say to herself if Guan Ran was by her side at this moment.

In just a few months, there are two people around her who will never see each other.

If he could, Shen Fanyin would be willing to go back to last year, back to that poor and happy time.

The pain in his heart was as if he had pressed a boulder, and Shen Fanyin had some difficulty breathing.

She raised her head, looked at Jing Zeheng and said, "Brother, I want to go see Senior Sister tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll go with you tomorrow morning." Jing Zeheng nodded, didn't ask her why she suddenly wanted to go to the cemetery, just coaxed her, "Then go to bed early, okay?" I'll be with you."

Shen Fanyin nodded, but did not refuse: "Hmm."

It wasn't the first time she had fallen asleep in his arms, but it was the first time she had fallen asleep in his arms.

Guan Ran and Song Wen staggered in her dreams, and his voice, coaxing her slowly, kept telling her not to be afraid, he was there.

Shen Fanyin instinctively grabbed the hem of his clothes, for fear that he would also leave him.

Her hands are so big, and she can only hold them.

The next day, as soon as it was dawn, Shen Fanyin opened his eyes.

"Awake?"

Jing Zeheng didn't seem to have slept all night, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain the bloodshot under his eyes and such timely words.

Shen Fanyin replied softly, his head was dizzy and painful.

She slept last night, and there was not much difference between sleeping and not sleeping, no, it should be said that she was more tired after sleeping.

She sat up, rubbed the corners of her forehead, and whispered, "I'm going to wash my face."

"Well, go ahead."

Jing Zeheng didn't accompany her, just took a black dress for her and put it on the bed, and then went to make breakfast.

The late summer morning was cloudy and muggy.

Shen Fanyin put a bouquet of daisies in front of Guan Ran's tombstone, took out a tissue and gently wiped her photo on the tombstone.

Guan Ran's body was donated to the medical school, and this tomb is actually just a clothed mound, which Shen Fanyin insisted on keeping.

She didn't want to come to this world for a while, and in the end she didn't leave anything.

"Senior sister, I miss you."

She whispered.

Nothing else.

She didn't tell Guan Ran about her troubles, nor did she disturb her tranquility and let her bless herself.

She just missed her.

Shen Fanyin stood in front of Guan Ran's tombstone for more than half an hour, and when she turned around, she saw an elderly figure walking slowly towards her.

For a moment, Shen Fanyin was stunned.