The only favorite actor: the national male god is too cold

Chapter 829, go back

The man lay dying on the bed, surrounded by a circle of people, the oldest was in his 30s and [-]s, and the youngest was in his teens. They were all children he had adopted before.

He looked about 40 years old, and his originally healthy body became weak due to the torture of the disease. He coughed twice, fixed his eyes on the cabinet not far away, and raised his hand tremblingly.

"Father, what are you doing?" The people next to him followed his gaze, but they didn't find anything, so they could only look at him and ask.

The man's lips moved.

"What?" The person next to him didn't hear his words clearly, and put his ear to his lips, listening to his answer.

"Ah... Yu, box, Ah Yu", Mu Yuan's voice was very soft, as light as a wisp of green smoke, as if a gust of wind could blow it away without leaving a trace.

The person who asked the question was a little puzzled. He looked up at the other people beside him, and found that they all had blank expressions on their faces, so he lowered his head and asked, "You mean the small box on the cabinet, right?"

Mu Yuan's jaw was barely visible, "Help me get...."

The man took the box and handed it to Mu Yuan.

Mu Yuan pulled out a red rope from his neck, and there was only a small key hanging on the rope. He took the key off slowly, unlocked it, and opened the box.

Doing these actions almost consumed most of his physical strength, he took a few breaths and rested before taking out the contents inside.

There are not many things inside, only two photos, a few scattered letters, and an emerald bracelet. The things look like they are old, and the covers of the letters are slightly yellowed, but looking at it It is well preserved, but it can be seen that these photos and letters should have been turned back and forth countless times.

Mu Yuan took out the photo and looked at it. In the photo, the woman was twenty-eight years old, in the prime of her life, with braids, black and thick braids hanging down to her chest, pinching the ends of the braids with slender fingers, smiling at the camera, Gentle and agile, graceful and cunning, her eyes are as bright as stars in the sky.

There is a beauty alone, with a clever smile and beautiful eyes.

Mu Yuan's eyes lit up, his fingers lightly brushed the girl's cheeks, his gaze was very focused, as if he had penetrated a long time, traveled a long distance, warm and soft, poured his life's emotion.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on his face through the glass window, adding a bit of brilliance to his sallow face. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, as if he saw the beauty of the past through the photo.

That year, the time was just right, and the youth was pretty.

That day, the sun was just right, and the beauty smiled.

Time passed by, the room was very quiet, and the quiet breathing of each other could be clearly heard.

Suddenly a blunt sound broke the silence, one, two...

Transparent tears fell drop by drop on the photo, gradually blurring the smiling girl's cheeks.

Mu Yuan's face was a little gray, his eyes were closed, he put the photo on his chest, his lips twitched non-stop, as if he was a little excited.

After a while, he opened his eyes, took a look at the envelopes, and each envelope was written with the words Mu Yuan's relatives, in very beautiful handwriting, and he stroked the words on them slowly with his fingers, as if Remembering something.

He looked at the person in front of him, and said slowly, "If...you still have a chance to...go back to...China, please take...my...ashes... back, if...you still have a chance... Go back to Jinling and give this emerald bracelet to a man named...Liu Yu, Jinling...Liu's family".

"Tell... tell her, I... have not... forgotten".

He gasped twice as he spoke, and then continued to point to the envelope and the photo and said, "These...these are next to me...put them next to each other."

"Yeah," the person next to him nodded.

Mu Yuan raised his eyes slightly, and smiled slightly, a happy smile, his eyes were empty and far away, his voice was light and light, like a dream, "Ayu, I can finally go back to find you."

"I miss you so much."

……

"Emma, ​​I'm so touched," the staff member wiped his face, sniffed his nose and said, "Why do you want to abuse, isn't it good to be happy?"

The screenwriter next to him patted him on the shoulder, "I'm always stuffed with dog food, and it's easy to get tired and panic."

"...", please don't make excuses for your bad taste, okay?

It's easier to be sad this way, okay?It's better to be stuffed with dog food, anyway, it's fun to eat =_=.

(End of this chapter)