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

1799 Phantom
"You have to promise that from now on, you will be like me, protect yourself well, and never hurt yourself for any reason."

Sunlight emerged from behind the large clouds, dyeing the girl's outstretched finger in a blurred light.

The man squatted halfway on the ground, and after a while he smiled, and stretched out his fingers as well, the slender fingers hooked up with her,
"I promise."

Shen Pianlu finally laughed, waving her fingers, her eyes bent into crescent moons.

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The sun was still out in the morning, and it started to rain in the afternoon.

The weather in this season is always so cloudy and uncertain.

Shen Pianlu, who had taken the medicine at noon, was already nestled on the bed and fell asleep at this moment, Cheng Zhiyuan sat by the bed for a while with a book open, until he was sure that she was fast asleep, and then quietly went out the door.

The black Bentley drove all the way out of the Peacock Mansion and headed in the direction of the Cheng family's old house.

About half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the old house.

The man was wearing a long black trench coat, making him look taller and taller.

The doorway where the orderlies used to stand has become empty, and the huge house, which used to look solemn and majestic, now has a bleak smell in the drizzle.

Like a house full of ghosts.

The man's eyes reflect the place where he has lived for more than 20 years. I don't know what is in the depths of those eyes. It makes people feel depressed and sad just by looking at them.

He stood in the rain for a while before lifting his foot and pushing the door and going in.

The black leather shoes stepped on the wet ground and the fallen leaves that hadn't been cleaned for some time.

He passes his yard.

Messy flowers and leaves fell in front of the yard, and the walls were mottled after years.

He stopped for a while.

In the crackling sound of raindrops, it seems that time has suddenly turned backwards.

The trees keep getting shorter and the brick walls keep getting newer.

Blurry figures began to appear in the desolate and desolate house, they were back and forth quickly, the noisy voices surged like a sea, and finally he saw a black-haired boy with a white bandage on his arm coming out of the yard.

Secretary Liu, who was still very young at that time, stood in front of him, lowered his head and said carefully in a very depressed voice,
"The old man went abroad to relax, and the young lady accompanied him. You are probably the only one at the funeral."

The 27-year-old Cheng Zhiyuan stood at the gate of the yard, looking at the boy who was as expressionless as he was.

Seeing him unconsciously staring at Secretary Liu in front of him with those deep black eyes, he asked in a hoarse voice after a moment of silence,
"Did Grandpa say when he would come back?"

Secretary Liu bent her waist even deeper, but she couldn't say a word.

The young man understood in an instant.

Probably because I haven't said it, which means that I won't be back for a long time.

The young man tugged his lips lightly, but his voice was extremely indifferent, he only said one thing, and walked towards the yard where the funeral was held.

Along the way, he passed many people who came to express their condolences, and a lot of undisguised voices were heard in the ears of him as a teenager and as an adult.

"Commander Cheng seems to have left the country? What does that mean?"

"Is Cheng Zhiyuan the only child at the funeral? It's really cruel."

"Tsk tsk, it didn't seem long since his mother passed away, right? It's normal for Commander Cheng to be unbearable for both his son and daughter-in-law to leave."

"It's as if a child can bear the tragedy of both parents' death. At this age, if such a thing happens, they should cry in the arms of other elders. Commander Cheng is good, he ran out to relax and put Cheng Zhiyuan is more pitiful if his grandson stays alone in a home where there are no adults, right?"

Those whispers were not very quiet, but in such a noisy and clear discussion, the boy in the black suit seemed not to hear anything.

Standing under the tree, Cheng Zhiyuan watched the boy walk towards him expressionlessly, and then passed him by.

(End of this chapter)