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

Chapter 955 Clarity
When she saw those hands and hair clearly, she was completely frozen.

The heart suddenly became cold, and the blood became cold as if it had been frozen.

It seemed that the long-overdue pain finally pierced through the years and accurately penetrated into her heart.

Better than stirring with a knife.She almost bent over in pain.

But she couldn't move.

Because at that time, Xia Yun just stared blankly, not even realizing that it was her mother.

That was the mother who was still urging her to get up in the morning, and gently put her on a beautiful dress with her beautiful hands.

The chaotic scene by the sea seemed to turn into a silent movie in an instant, and all the noisy noises went away from her ears again, and only the slumped, still beautiful, but lifeless hand was left in her sight, and her pale skin was soaked in blisters. Wrinkled, glowing with cold death.

She blinked, but no tears fell.

The next second, someone pulled her away, and a cold and dry young voice sounded,

"do not look."

His dazed gaze was on the young man. He was wearing an ill-fitting suit, and his face was pale caused by long-term malnutrition, but this face was beautiful, and the long and narrow eyes that looked down were glowing with indifference.

Shen Pianlu lowered her eyelids, someone in the trance world screamed her Miss, and quickly carried her down the mountain.

In the dream that had been repeated countless times, her gaze still involuntarily turned to the distant sea.

The boat swayed, piled up with waves, and the boy on the boat stood in the huge blood-colored sunset, like a javelin rooted on the boat, his back was straight, his shoulders were painted by the sunset or the real scarlet blood.

At the last second, his gaze unexpectedly met Shen Pianliu's.

The face that had been blurred in the light countless times, like that corpse, fell into her eyes clearly for the first time.

Even though he was still young, he still had a more refined and deep silhouette than others, his short hair was wet with water, and his eyes reflected more deeply like an abyss.

Cheng Zhiyuan.

Cheng Zhiyuan in his youth.

It turned out that I had actually met him.

The sound hadn't completely disappeared in the trance brain, and the picture suddenly changed.

The light swirls in the eyes, like being in a wonderful kaleidoscope, which is full of dazzling halos.

And when everything stopped, her eyes had already passed the dewy garden, and the banquet that ended silently in the night, and through the long corridor of Huo Mansion, she once again saw the mourning hall full of black ghosts.

In the chaotic and trance vision, there is a scene that has never appeared before.

She hid behind the weeping people, saw bright but ugly flowers, gentle but cold black and white photos, long elegiac couplets with black letters on a white background and black coffins.

And in the center of the mourning hall was the grandfather leaning on a cane and holding out his gun.

He was still wearing a brand-new custom-made suit specially changed for the purpose of whispering, but at this moment, the gorgeous fabric was stained with water and had become wrinkled.

And the old man was no longer smiling like before, the sudden disaster made his eyes darken, and the pain surged up again and again, making his cold face slightly distorted.

And his hand holding the gun is still steady, the black muzzle of the gun is facing forward motionlessly, his eyes are sharp as if to kill.

Following the muzzle of the gun, Shen Pianliu slowly shifted her gaze.

Then a very handsome face with delicate outlines and eyebrows fell into the pupils, the hair was still wet, and a dripping camera hung on his chest.

At this moment, the light seemed to be blocked by a black cloth, and all the light in the line of sight became pale.

And in such a blurred and pale vision, the boy's face was still clearly reflected in her mind.

(End of this chapter)