I always like to wander in the dark, and use my pale singing to sorrow the sadness of my life.
She didn’t know what she was thinking and singing. This was the first time Song Xihua saw Yan Huan crying like this. Maybe she would never forget it in her life. It turned out that when a woman cried, there was a kind of wanting pinch Despair to die yourself.
Maybe it's not uncomfortable if you die, maybe it's not painful if you die, or you can be relieved if you die.
But how precious life is, we still have to use our lives to continue to live until the day when we really are not dead.
Once again on the Internet, Yan Huan's name began to appear frequently. She is a hot search goddess herself, especially recently, she has no idea how many headlines she has put on.
Yan Huan has agreed to a divorce agreement with Lu Yi. Will Song Xihua and Yan Huan become successful?
Although it was said that there was such a news, it didn't make Yan Huan whitewashed, even getting darker, and the endorsements she made were all coming off the counter, and there were still many international big names. She was asked to be her spokesperson, but this derailment has already caused her positive image to be seriously affected.
However, Song Xihua was different. His reputation didn't seem to be affected. Instead, his reputation was greatly improved, and there were intentional and unintentional releases there. When Yan Huan and Song Xihua were together, Yan Huan was a widow.
Yes, she is a widow. When Lu Yi died, she was, Lu Yi lived now, but she was responsible for all the blame.
And she had committed these crimes, and her acting career was actually over.
The internet is also very noisy. She is very famous now. She is almost always to the point where she is called or beaten. In fact, is she wrong? She is not wrong, but in the end she was the one attacked by public opinion.
Perhaps a woman's pursuit of true love is not wrong, but when her husband came back, there was no divorce, but she was derailed in marriage, but it was already her fault.
Yan Huan kept her at home, no one saw her, no one answered her phone. As for the attitude of the outsiders towards her, and how she scolded her online, it didn’t matter, because she couldn’t see When she arrived, she didn't know.
The thing she didn't know was that the rumors about her on the Internet were manipulated by people in secret, almost all overnight, everything disappeared, even herself.
A knock, there was a knock on the door outside, and she lifted her eyes and fell asleep again.
The knock on the door continued for a while, and then there was no more movement, but after a while, the sound of the lock turning came.
With a squeak, the door opened.
Yan Huan still lay on the sofa, she regarded her as a dead person, did not watch, did not move, did not wake up, even if someone took her away now, packed and sold, she might not even want her eyes Blink.
She seems to have fallen asleep again, just fell asleep, just continue to sleep like this, as long as she can sleep, as long as possible, sleep better, if she can’t sleep, wait until she wakes up, maybe it will Forget many things.
Suddenly, she struck a spirit, and a pot of water had poured from her face.
Her face, hair, and clothes were all soaked. Of course, she also fought hard against the cold war, and the people also sat up with them, and were awake when they were now.
Even in the winter, even if it is an alcoholic, the cold water so poured is sober.
"What do you look like now?" Suddenly, a breathless voice almost overturned her roof.
Yan Huan looked up and seemed to shake the ceiling, then sat up and found a rag, preparing to clean the water from the sofa.
The sofa is very expensive, she is not filming now, she is going to be poor, and she has to save a little money.
As a result, when she came back, everything on her table was empty.
Her cigarette, what about her lighter?
And she lowered her head and kicked the trash can on the ground, it was all inside, and it was all there. Even the trash can was full of water. Was it going to flood her house?
"What are you doing here?" Yan Huan started wiping the sofa with a rag, and didn't care if her whole body was soaked. She didn't care, how could anyone else care.
"I want to come as soon as I can. Who can control me?" Master Lu looked at Yan Huan up and down. "Like a ghost, he was ugly dead."
"Well, I'm ugly."
It doesn't matter if Yan Huan said that she was ugly, anyway, she was ugly, right?
"Little Song, go."
Father Lu patted his wheelchair, "What are you still standing for?"
The guard quickly came over and took the rag in Yan Huan's hand. "Miss Yan, you should first change your clothes. It's weather, be careful of cold." And he was really embarrassed, still quite embarrassed, who let this water be poured on others, this is not embarrassing, Isn't it uncomfortable?
Yan Huan pulled the clothes on her body, twisted the water on her sleeve again, and then turned around to change her clothes. Although she was drunk and dreaming, she still wouldn’t make herself sick. When she was sick, it was just herself. Pain, uncomfortable.
When she changed clothes and came out, the house was cleaned, and even the trash bin with water was pulled away. The windows were also opened, and fresh air was exchanged in, which finally lost the smell of smoke in the room.
"Look at you like this."
Lu Laozi pouted his lips, and now what he sees is Yanhuan, and everything is not pleasing to the eye.
"Well, what's wrong with me?" Yan Huan grabbed her hair, but when she grabbed it, she realized that it was shorter, oh, she remembered it, as if smoking, she burned her hair. She cut off all the scissors by herself. As for what hairstyle she is now, she didn’t care. Anyway, she didn’t care. Of course, no one looked at it. The main thing was that she found her short hair. Very nice, neat, simple, without shampooing.
"Ugly is dead," said Master Lu, who was lazy to see Yan Huan's embarrassment. "A girl's house, smoking. Who is this problem you are used to?"
"No one is used to it," Yan Huan sat down, just opened the drawer, and found that there was no smoke, and when she raised her face again, she saw Master Lu's eyes slanted, and the old face was all pulled by Bima's face. Is to be long.
She had to close the drawer again, not to mention that there was no smoke now, even if there was, with this temperament, even if she chopped off her hand, it would not be possible for her to smoke a cigarette
The old man Lu hated most was the drama, and the drama smoked and drank.