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She blinked, involuntarily asked: "wedding dress, do not get married to see wedding dress do?"

"We passed by that day and she said she had lost one of her cards in the wedding dress shop."

"So," Miao Xiaohui looked at him a little inexplicably, "are you going to pick up the card?"

"What do you think?" He asked.

Miao Xiaohui broke away his hand and quickly walked to the window, holding the windowsill with her hand and looking out.

She's a little confused.

She admitted that the marriage of Tang Shaofeng and Yue Yuzi really brought her great distress and anger.

She has been hating for four years. Now it's just Yue Yuzi's wishful thinking to tell her?

Of course, she also knows that Tang Shaofeng can never lie, and Yue Yuzi is dead. Even if he is not a gentleman, he will not be so mean as to plant a dead man.

Soon calm down, and then turned around, his face is still with a formulaic smile: "Tang Dong, I don't think it's convenient for you to stay here for a long time, if you don't want me to move again soon."

The man walked up to Miao Xiaohui, his voice was a little tight: "in recent years, do you often move?"

"Do you want to show you my room? My clothes are never put in the cupboard, they are all put in the suitcase. If I live in one place for only ten days, I have to change places." She laughed at herself: "my life is really wonderful. I have experienced the life of a fugitive."

"Well, you've been hiding for four years. What's your reason for coming back now?" His eyes slid roughly across her face.

She lowered her eyes, bit her lips, and suddenly laughed: "after working for a long time, I still find that I really have something to ask for from Tang Dong. Please help me find out something."

"You said The word "beg" made Tang Shaofeng frown unhappily.

"I received an email from a private mailbox before. It was my mother's doctor in charge. He said some strange things in the email." She frowned slightly: "he said my mother has been in good condition, not died of an emergency."

She looked up at Tang Shaofeng and said, "I also think it's strange that my mother died, and the doctor won't send me an email to tell me that. I want to know the real cause of my mother's death, OK?"

"After more than four years, it will be difficult to find out. I'll call you back in a week."

Got the man's affirmative answer, she chuckled tenderly: "I knew that it would be right to ask Tang Dong for anything."

"Then." Looking at the bright face, the man opened his mouth and touched her short hair stubble: "can this busy exchange for a meal?"

"It's just dinner. There are plenty of opportunities." She had a wonderful smile.

I don't know if he said he didn't plan to marry Yue Yuzi. Miao Xiaohui's expression didn't refuse people thousands of miles away at the beginning.

"I think it's better to run into the sun than choose the day." Looking at the face of a woman playing Tai Chi with him, my mind is soft.

Miao Xiaohui was about to say something when his phone rang.

Yue Qingqing's phone, he looked at the eye without hesitation to cut off.

But Miao Xiaohui also came to the cool smile: "the current wife does not answer the phone, but entangle with the ex-wife of the fugitive what strength?"

Yue Qingqing's phone calls persistently, and Tang Shaofeng hangs up again and again.

In the end, she sent a text message with only one sentence: have you forgotten what day it is?

He thought for a moment, and his fingers froze.

Today is the memorial day of Yue Yuzi.

Miao Xiaohui also saw the words on his mobile phone, and her tone became colder: "today is a coincidence."

He turned and looked back at her before he left.

She stood by the window, the wind blowing her short hair, too beautiful face, with a kind of extraordinary courage.

He suddenly understood why she had to cut her hair short, because her long hair looked like Yue Yuzi.

Walk back with a big stride, hold the woman in her arms and hold her tightly.

Miao Xiaohui was almost out of breath. She hung her hands on her side and was held by him passively and helplessly.

She was in his arms, telling a story like slowly: "you may not feel that kind of feeling, go to the toilet in the middle of the night, inadvertently see yourself in the mirror, thought you saw a ghost."

She smiles to herself, her thin body trembling in his arms: "every time I comb my hair in the mirror at night, I feel that Yue Yuzi is attached to me. A face that frightens me will follow me anytime and anywhere. For a moment, I want to have plastic surgery, even if it's disfigured, as long as it's not this face. "

After laughing, she broke away from his arms and looked at him calmly: "Don Dong, so you should understand that even after four years, I still hate you, because you make me hate my own face."

Yeah, she still hates him.

Such a proud Miao Xiaohui has always been a copy of others.

Even if Yue Yuzi died, Miao Xiaohui still lived in her shadow.

A face that looks too much like her makes her want to tear it off all the time.

Unfortunately, we can't.

Looking down at the woman's cold smile, he did not stay too much.

Turning to leave, I took a look out of the window when I got on the bus. The woman stood at the window on the second floor and looked out like a sculpture.

Miao Xiaohui's last words to him kept him silent in the car.

When Ding Han was driving, he only felt that the air in the car was very oppressive. When he was waiting for the red light, he peeped to see Tang Shaofeng's face. Finally, he couldn't help asking, "how are you talking with Miss Miao?"

"You don't know her temperament." Close your eyes should be: "find people to pay more attention to here, see if there are people staring at here."

"Yes."

"In addition." He found a piece of paper, wrote a name on it and handed it to Ding Han: "this man was the doctor in charge of Qing Qing's mother. Find her."

"Well." Ding Han took a look: "after so many years, why do you want to check this? Do you suspect the cause of Mrs. Miao's death? "

"In the past few years, Miao Dong has become more and more influential." Tang Shaofeng opened his eyes and looked at the front indifferently: "in those days when Qingqing was in prison, he didn't move at all, but after Qingqing escaped from prison, he was looking for her all the time. Do you think he wants to find Qingqing, take her in or drive her out?"

"Miao's ingenious means are insidious, and they didn't realize it in the early years." Ding Han sighed: "if I had known that I would not have rescued him from prison, I would have let him sit down and wear clothes at the bottom of the prison, so as not to make trouble now."

Ding Han put away the small piece of paper: "we will find this man soon."

Tang Shaofeng light: "not necessarily."

Ding Han looked up at him and said in surprise, "no?"

Ding Han drives the car back to the Tang family. Yue Qingqing is already sitting in the living room waiting for him.

Seeing that he entered the hall, she stood up and walked to Tang Shaofeng with a suit of clothes in her hand.

"I've got the clothes for you." She shook away her black shirt and said, "I'll change it for you."

To get rid of Yue Qingqing's hand, Tang Shaofeng glared at her and sneered sarcastically: "do you want me to change clothes in the hall?"

She was married by Tang Shaofeng for four years. Although she can't live together day and night, it's certain that she lives under the same roof.

But ironically, she didn't see Tang Shaofeng many times.

To be exact, I didn't see many of his faces.

Tang Shaofeng would hardly give her a chance to face her head-on.

As infatuated with watching, suddenly heard the man's low voice: "see enough?"

I was surprised, but I kept an elegant smile on my face: "I can't see my husband at ordinary times. It's rare to see him so close today, and I don't care if he looks at you?"

The tone is delicate with some coquettish meaning. The man slowly opens his eyes and looks at her with a smile: "you must have a love talk on the day of your sister's death?"

Yueqing stretched out her hand and bravely put it on the man's knee: "my sister also hopes to see me happy, doesn't she?"

The man shook his knee and quickly took her hand off his knee.

After that, the man didn't say a word. In a very depressing atmosphere, the car drove to the cemetery.

Yue Yuzi was buried with her parents. Standing in front of Yue Yuzi's grave, Yue Qingqing began to shed tears.

She cried very beautiful, pear with rain, crying very moving.

The main reason why she has won the best actress in recent plays is that her crying plays are so excellent, beautiful and hierarchical, which is very convincing, and she can't tell the true from the false.

She is crying, tears, squatting in front of Yue Yuzi's tomb, tears drop by drop on the ground.

Tang Shaofeng uses a handkerchief to wipe off the dust on Yue Yuzi's photo, and suddenly hands the handkerchief to Yue Qingqing.

She looked up in surprise, not knowing what Tang Shaofeng meant.

"I remember that you've never wiped your sister's picture in the last four years."

"Oh." She didn't take the handkerchief in Tang Shaofeng's hand. She just laughed in disguise: "you've wiped it. What else can I do?"

"You dare not look your sister in the eyes, do you?"

The tone of the man's irony, the corner of Yue Qingqing's mouth twitch for a while, good at acting, she can't hide.

She stood up, lifted her hair, and then said with a smile, "I don't understand you."

"On the morning of your sister's death, you asked the crew for two hours' leave. Where did you go?"

"I don't remember what happened four years ago," she said with a calm smile

"You wore a costume, a man's suit, and then went to Wanjiang garden." Tang Shaofeng's aggressive eyes made Yue Qingqing step back. She looked up at Tang Shaofeng and said, "I really can't understand what you mean in your words? You mean I went to Wanjiang garden the day my sister died? Why should I go to Wanjiang garden? "

"You changed your elder sister's medicine the day before yesterday. In order to be more secure, you just go to the door and wear men's clothes. As for what you have done to Yuzi, you should know best in your heart."

"We haven't seen each other for a long time before my sister died. How can I change her medicine?"

"You have been to Jinyuan." Tang Shaofeng looked at her deeply. He took a cigarette case out of his pocket, lit it and took a sip. The smoke rose between them.

Can't see Tang Shaofeng's eyes clearly, her heart is more flustered.

"I haven't been to Jinyuan." She denied: "you say that only because Miao Xiaohui is back. You want to seal my mouth and don't want me to call the police?"

"All you know is that there is a door in Wanjiang garden that is not monitored, but you forget that Jinyuan is a well guarded community. Your every move has been photographed." Tang Shaofeng's warm voice was wrapped in the thick smoke and stabbed Yue Qingqing like a sword.

With a soft foot, she unconsciously held the tombstone and stopped: "even if I have been to Jinyuan, what? It doesn't mean I changed my sister's medicine. "

"You are leaning against your sister's tombstone." Tang Shaofeng kindly reminds her.

She immediately drew back her hand like she was scalded by something. She staggered a few steps and almost fell down.