Heart attack

Chapter 589-Light

At that moment, all the emotions were breathless, and the annoyance of the early morning feast instantly dissipated. Looking at the girl's smiling face, she actually felt a little funny.

The truth is, he did laugh, but he didn't expect to be photographed by Gu Pan.

Afterwards, Tang Hongyi was accidentally scared by the butterfly. One second his astonished face was still in sight, but the next second Tang Hongyi had calmed down, with foxy eyes on his cold face.

Smiling sweetly, he took out Lianlian from his pocket, then spread out his palm, and turned out a few candies.

"Thank you, I'll treat you to candy."

Sheng Yan took the sugar with a dull expression on his face.

After a few people left, Shengyan finally spread out his palm, and inside it were three or two blue candies lying flat, swinging with the manual gesture.

How long has he had no sugar?

several years?decades?

Forget it, since that day, there are many things that he can't remember, and this little thing doesn't seem to account for much of it.

He squeezed the candy, and slowly raised his head, the blue in the eye sockets floated, and the scorching sun made him frown slightly.

Without saying a word, Guang split his world into two halves, turning a dark, colorless world into a transparent mirror, like the candy in the palm of his hand.

Today's sky is so beautiful that it has become unexpected.

Felt like he was possessed, he took out his mobile phone and took a few random photos of the sky, commemorating the first time he encountered his own light.

"Well, whimpering—"

Tang Hong also choked, and gradually gave up guarding the fortress under the strong plunder of the feast, and echoed and coped with it with ease.

"A feast, tomorrow or the next second, we all face it together."

"it is good."

Sheng Yan left her lips and teeth, watching her blushing for herself, her eyes were still a little moist, and her head was raised to reveal an excellent arc.

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The next day, Tang Hongyi took advantage of everyone's sleepiness and slipped out the door with a feast. He ran so fast on the road that he was afraid of being found.

Sheng Yan followed behind, "What are you in a hurry for?"

"It's not that I'm in a hurry. My parents' attitude yesterday almost tied you up for a conversation. I finally saw you, so I just stayed by myself. Thank you." Tang Hong also leaned in front of the feast, "Really, boyfriend?"

"Huh? Shouldn't you be called your fiance?" Sheng Yan rubbed him and pulled her into his arms.

"see your performance."

Tang Hong also stopped the car and traveled all over Jiangcheng with a feast, receiving "blessings" from Guo Erqi on the way.

"Has the relationship between Guo Erqi and Grandpa Guo eased?"

Sheng Yan shook his head: "It won't be better for a while, it's already a luxury to be able to eat together now."

"Is Grandpa Guo better? After being hospitalized last time, another person blew cold wind. I heard from Wen Yin that grandpa also had a fever later."

"It's a little fever, and Guo Erqi is taking care of it." Sheng Yan took her hand and walked in the sun, "If the two of you were less obsessed, you would have reconciled as before."

"Actually, I can understand Grandpa Guo. He defends the boundary line of his art. Although he killed his son, he falls on the moral edge of remorse. Uncle Guo also forgets his original intention because of his eagerness for quick success."

Tang Hong is also very regretful. If we could have a good talk at the beginning, there would be another famous director in the entertainment circle now: "But even if there is no Grandpa Guo, there will still be people who like and admire this industry. Their condemnation It will also be a sharp knife, maybe for some people, this is just public opinion, but for this group of people, what is defending is the dignity of the profession."

She didn't know if it was an exaggeration to say this, but it was the existence of such people that would make the existence of this industry more prosperous, and there would always be people who would be remembered or forgotten in the constant flow of history.

(End of this chapter)