Ye Shuyun stopped talking to her son directly, and Lu Jin persuaded again that she was determined to ignore her son this time.
What happened to the old people has nothing to do with this side. Yan Huan sat up. She seemed to have gone back to those days before. There was no endorsement, no advertisement, and no status.
And she lived like an old woman with a broken candle, she was waiting for the old, but also waiting for death.
She actually forgot what she was waiting for.
As for Qin Xiaoyue, she arrived in Anfen for some days, but everything seemed to be heading towards the initial development again.
Some people have no intersection, and some people have no hope even if they have an intersection.
Day after day, just like this, waiting, old...
The sun rises one day, and the day the sun sets.
The outer cloud layer is depressed by the gray pressure, almost no light is seen. I don't know how long it has passed, the sun has penetrated after the cloud layer, and there is a trace of moisture in the wind. The unique smell of the city, a kind of water vapor that is not sea water, may be cleaner. Although it is not so far-reaching and not so vast, it is also different from having something broad and vast. It may be quiet or it may be peaceful.
The door outside squeaked open.
A man came in, and then stood aside for a long time, he did not speak, nor did he move.
I don’t know how long he stood, and finally turned around and left here, and the door was closed again, and the quietness in the room was restored again, and there was a breathless breath, regular, and gentle. .
Yan Huan twitched her long eyelashes, and half a day later, she opened her eyes, oh, he came back.
Because it is famous, but also because of the surge in popularity, it is not very willing to come back now.
Or did he actually not want to face her face?
Softly, she caressed her face. This face is still the same as before. In fact, two years have passed. For two years, for a woman who is 30 years old and will be 40 years old, that kind of thing The change may be old, and for a woman in her twenties, it’s actually just a few pounds of fat, or a few pounds of weight.
If there are good cosmetics again, then it can be said that there is no change.
What is the difference between 23-year-old Yan Huan and 25-year-old Yan Huan?
Height has not changed, nor has weight.
What has changed is her trajectory.
If she is taking a different path, she is now at a high point, she doesn’t know, but at the very least, she is still a darling that everyone wants to break up and like. .
She was hiding from the crowd even when she went out. She was afraid of meeting the fans. She would pay attention to the corners of anything she did, fearing that her image would be subverted.
She can't make any mistakes, nor can she have any stains.
Even one piece of clothing can't be worn wrong, one makeup can't be wrong, and even if you make a bad hair, you can face it, and it's ruthlessly critical by the media.
The greater her fame, the less freedom she has in life.
The greater her fame, the more careful she has been.
She thought that her life would be fixed there, after all, the life she had been used to was also intended to live a good life.
She doesn't want to turn into dust, she wants scenery.
The so-called Gangguang is not because of her vanity, or because she is stingy, but because she wants to survive, a woman who has nothing, better than that, or just fall to the end.
She has no other choice.
When there was another way out in front of her, she did not hesitate to choose.
She started to be low-key. She went out to buy things, and no one would necessarily follow her again. When she went out, she didn’t need to wear a mask or sunglasses. She even started to find no news about herself online. Even in the mouth of others, she could not hear her name.
However, she began to regret it.
Because without those, it seems that she began to lose her capital to protect herself, and she had nothing.
She hugged her body tightly and seemed to regret it a little bit.
A slight wind blew in through the curtains, blowing on her body was very cold, and it was cold, so she could not help but shrink her body again.
In that kind of dream again, this is the dream she dreamed countless times.
Strangely, she even knew she was dreaming. She knew so clearly that it was still such a dream. Bai Wu lost her eyes and blocked her thinking. She could only fumble step by step. Go.
Only after walking a few steps, there seemed to be a step of resistance in front, it seemed to prevent her from moving forward, and even made her feel...pain.
She stopped and fumbled for another path. She tried to move forward again, but this time it was quite smooth, without the feeling of pulling or tearing.
Only, she stopped and turned back to the direction that made her hurt.
She always felt like there was something waiting for her and something calling her, but when the pain struck again, she took a step back.
Then she suddenly turned around and ran in the opposite direction.
There is no harm, no pain, and no fear here.
It seems there is only sunlight, only warmth, and only softness...
What happened to her finger suddenly, and then a pain, the person also woke up, she sat up, clasped her legs, and let the cold wind blow on her from time to time.
The door seemed to ring, she pulled the quilt and lay down again, and the outsiders just bypassed her at the door, she could feel it, the man's eyes seemed to penetrate the quilt , And then put a row of fine needles on her body.
She clenched her hands and felt some needle-like pain.
He is indeed back.
She used to be so impatient to see him. It seems that everyone is blank in her eyes, and she is ignoring existence. She even thinks that she was born, grows, and lives. Exists for him.
And now she just found out.
Her life is not about who it is, but because her life continues.
Her life is not someone else's, but her own, and has nothing to do with anyone.
After hours passed, she did not know how long it was. She just knew that she was hungry.
She was awakened by hunger.
This is what happened to the mother and son. They never cared whether she was hungry, sick, or unhappy. It’s like this time, it’s Lu’s time to eat, but no one came. Shout to her.