Reborn Movie Queen's Growth Story

Shen Ke nodded, "OK. I will contact Guan Gong to control public opinion and try to minimize the impact."

Public opinion... Shen Yi looked at the straight suit and calmly said that he wanted to control the Internet public opinion. Suddenly, he was stunned.

It turned out that she had not seen Nanzhen since she woke up.

The long-term dream appeared in her mind again. The picture of Nanzhen sitting in front of her tomb was like life. The box of messy lunch boxes, inexplicable but heavy apologies one after another, the lonely and crazy tears falling on the tombstone, his back determined to look back when he left the cemetery, the handkerchief pulled out of his pocket, And the bottle of wine that took his life

The two years in the dream are not fleeting two years, but two years piled up day by day. In those two years, there are countless sunshine, wind and rain, vegetation, but only one Nanzhen runs through her time from beginning to end, giving her a "goodbye" expectation in her long loneliness.

Even if she knew clearly that it was a dream and a story after her death in her previous life, she could not be indifferent.

Shen Yi knew that her absurd worry was ridiculous, but she couldn't help asking Shen Ke, "how's Nanzhen? Why doesn't he come to see me?"

Then Shen Yi saw that Shen Ke showed the same stiffness as when she asked Ni Chenjun at that time. Even in order to avoid it, he deliberately avoided her sight.

For a moment, Shen Yi felt cold all over.

She was also stiff and said, "what's the matter? Has something happened?"

Shen Ke's eyebrows and eyes showed some grief, "Xiao Yi..."

Shen Yi pulled the corners of his mouth, and a ridiculous idea suddenly came out of his heart. She smiled twice. "Dad, why are you like this? Don't tell me he's dead. Ha, I can laugh at this joke all my life."

Shen Ke suddenly looked up at her and seemed surprised that she could know it. But his face changed several times and he didn't have to say anything.

For a long time, he whispered, "sometimes life and life are a joke."

We were poor all our lives, just to make the joke look less like a joke.

Jokes.

Shen Yi smiled, his eyes narrowed, but the corners of his mouth twitched mercilessly showed her panic at the moment, "I know it's a joke. How can it be? Dad, don't lie to me. It's not fun."

She was only interested in an absurd dream and asked this ridiculous question, but Shen Ke replied with a more ridiculous answer.

Dead? How is that possible?

Mingming is still fine. Mingming just went to Nanjia to find a truth. Why did he say he was dead? How could he die? He didn't watch her stand on that stage with his own eyes. How could he die?!

Shen Ke looked at her quietly. In a calm tone, there was undisguised sadness and helplessness, "how can I make fun of life."

The extreme pain of watching his beloved die in front of his eyes and wanting to dig his heart and lungs to leave with her is still hidden in the depths of his bone marrow. As long as he thinks of her, those painful memories are like a sharp blade passing through his chest. His heart is full of big holes. When the wind blows, it is cold to his heart.

He has experienced enough. How can he bear to watch Shen Yi suffer such deception again.

But is he really dead?

Shen Yi held back the tears in his eyes, bit his teeth and said word by word: "it's impossible. How could he die? How could he die! It's just a dream. It must be just a dream!"

In 2020, he is only 32 years old. How can he die.

His vision was blurred by tears, but Shen Yi seemed to see Nanzhen sitting in front of her tomb.

He put up one leg, put his elbow on his knee, and naturally dropped down with wine in his hand. The golden sunshine spread all over him without stinginess, but he only raised his head, with Zhan blue sky reflected in his eyes, and his whole body was cold and lonely.

He asked her again and again, "can I meet you earlier?"

Shen Yi couldn't bear his grief and finally cried, "how can I wake up and how can I wake up?"

This nightmare has been too long and hard. Nanzhen, tell me, how can I wake up?

For a moment, two different time and space seem to overlap at this moment. One person, at the same age, died again in this hot and indifferent July.