The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 1175 What is my name

The man was tall and long-legged, standing in front of the tombstone in the setting sun with lowered eyebrows and narrowed eyes, his voice was so gentle that water dripped out.

In the photo in sight, the girl bent her eyes at him, her smile was as bright as the bunch of sunflowers.

"Now you don't have to worry about that,"

Ye Danggui said indifferently,

"I see your actions now, but I wish everyone knew who you were."

Chu Yan bent his lips silently,

"After so many years, it should be resolved."

"Why did you choose when I was making a movie?"

Dao Ye frowned in disgust,
"What stimulated you?"

The man shrugged and smiled frankly,
"It's purely a coincidence, and I don't mean to trouble you."

Ye Danggui withdrew his gaze and said lightly,
"This matter has nothing to do with Shen Pianlu. I hope you will not affect her, let alone the King of Stars."

The smile on the man's lips gradually faded, and his voice became weaker,
"It depends on how far the relationship between Miss Shen and Cheng Zhiyuan has reached."

After a pause, he suddenly raised his eyebrows,

"You talk about another woman with me in front of your sister, are you afraid that she will be angry with you?"

Ye Danggui froze, and for some reason suddenly felt that her younger sister's bright smile in the photo had become a little vicious.

After two seconds of silence, he squinted at Chu Yan,
"If you don't have any thoughts about that woman in your heart, why would you think that Qing Yu would be unhappy?"

Chu Yan: ...

Ye Danggui withdrew his gaze, snorted indifferently, stepped forward and gently touched the surface of the stele,

"Qing Yu, I brought him to see you this year, and he still forgot your death day this year."

"It's been so many years, you should and should let it go."

"He is no longer the person you liked back then."

"He even discarded his own name, so how could he keep it?"

"So it's enough for this year,"

Ye Danggui looked at the photo and said slowly,
"I won't bring him to see you again next year and all the time after that."

"Today is the last time."

"You should take a good look at it."

Ye Danggui withdrew her hand, took a step back,
"You stay here for 10 minutes before coming down,"

Director Ye Da turned and left,

"Take it as my reward for taking you in back then."

His figure quickly disappeared at the end of the path, and only Chu Yan was left standing in the sunset.

After a while, he approached the stele, sat down on the flower stand very disrespectfully, leaning his back against the stele.

The color of the setting sun in the distance is getting thicker and thicker, sliding down from the treetops and grass, mottled and blurred on the bridge of the man's nose and lips.

The short black hair was blown up by the evening wind, rolled over those desolate tombstones and the petals in front of the monuments whirled away.

The setting sun also fell in his eyes, and in the dark brown pupils that always had a cold or mocking smile, they looked no different from graves all over the ground at this moment.

After a while, the man's non-emotional interrogative sentences suddenly sounded in the quiet wind, as if he was asking the sleeping soul in the tombstone behind him, or asking himself.

"What's my name?"

he asks,

"Do you remember?"

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When we left, the sunset had already set, and the sunset glow all over the sky ostentatiously painted the stone road in purple.

In the photo on the stele, the girl is still smiling with her eyes bent.

And the man who just leaned against the stone tablet has gone away.

His back was slender, his steps were as loose as when he came, but his spine was as straight as if it was made of stiff steel.

The wind blows through a large area of ​​woods and tombstones, and at the end of the path, there are only a few pieces of sunset and solitary flower petals left.

In the distant city, beautiful and lively lights have just been lit up.

(End of this chapter)