The top-level boss became famous in the entertainment industry by relying on metaphysics

Emotions are most likely to come back late at night.

It had been two days and one night with nothing to do, but Fu Ningyuan couldn't sleep.

She sat on the beach and looked at the dark sea in front of her. The grand scene of Xingchen Mountain seemed to emerge before her eyes.

The elders who loved her are still alive, and the brothers and sisters can still play around.

In the past, she practiced alone in Gufeng, and could only go to the temple to interact with the disciples on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month.

At that time, she felt lonely and often complained to her master.

But now that everyone is gone, she knows what true loneliness is.

even……

They didn't even have a proper farewell.

After she figured out the only chance of survival, her master found the talkers from various major families and quickly decided to send her to two hundred years in the future.

who knew...

That was the last time they met in this life, completely opposite to the reunion she imagined after reincarnation.

Fu Ningyuan has been suppressing this emotion since her spiritual consciousness returned and knew that everything had changed drastically.

But after Senior Brother Ze Ming left, this emotion was like the sea, almost drowning her.

"Would you like a drink?"

A man's voice came from behind.

Fortunately, Fu Ningyuan is not a timid girl.

Otherwise, the sudden appearance of human voices at the beach late at night is the perfect element of a horror movie.

She looked back.

In the dim environment, she could only see Pei Yanche's outline and the beer in his hand through the moonlight.

"Thank you." Fu Ningyuan took the beer and took a swig.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" Pei Yanche asked.

Fu Ningyuan shook her head.

Seeing this, Pei Yanche sat down not far from Fu Ningyuan and watched the bright moon on the sea with her without intending to make a sound.

Fu Ningyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't want to socialize, she just wanted to be quiet like this.

After she finished the can of beer in her hand, she sat with her arms around her legs for a long time.

It took so long that Pei Yanche almost thought she had fallen asleep.

"Ning Yuan?" Pei Yanche shouted softly.

"Ok?"

Fu Ningyuan's nasal response was a little softer than usual.

But it made Pei Yanche feel even more distressed.

"Shall we go back? It's windy and cold at night at the beach, so be careful of catching a cold." He said.

"it is good."

After Fu Ningyuan finished answering, she wanted to stand up.

However, after squatting for too long, even if she had spiritual power, her legs would become weak and she would stumble.

Pei Yanche quickly grabbed Fu Ningyuan's wrist to steady himself.

"Thank you." she said.

No need to say thank you to me.

Pei Yanche's hand still fell on Fu Ningyuan's wrist and did not let go. After a long while, when Fu Ningyuan looked at him in confusion, he said:

"I'm always here whenever you need me."

During this time, Fu Ningyuan was telling everyone she met that as long as she was here, she could do it and she would be fine.

But there was only one person who told her that he would be there anytime she needed her.

Fu Ningyuan looked obviously stunned and asked a question that Pei Yanche didn't know how to answer.

"Is this what friends do?"

silence.

Fortunately, Fu Ningyuan had no intention of continuing to ask questions.

She took out her wrist and walked slowly towards the small courtyard. As she walked, she said, "The senior brother who raised me since I was a child passed away yesterday."

The tone is flat.

But Pei Yanche felt deep sadness from her body.

Thinking of the way Fu Ning Yuan was chatting with everyone calmly during the day, Pei Yanche's heart felt as if it had been pricked by countless tiny ox-hair needles.

"He... definitely doesn't want you to wallow in sadness for him." Pei Yanche said dryly.

The pain of a loved one passing away.

Only those who have experienced it personally will understand that it cannot be comforted by words, and can only rely on the sand of time to bury this kind of pain.

But every time the wind blows, the deep scars will still be exposed.

"Don't bother comforting me. I understand. I just feel a sudden desire to talk." Fu Ningyuan saw Pei Yanche's embarrassment and said.

Hearing this, Pei Yanche silently walked to Fu Ningyuan's side and acted as a 'trash can'.

Fu Ningyuan kept talking about every detail of her relationship with her senior brother when they were young.

After she fell silent, Pei Yanche spoke:

"Back then, my mother was killed by someone using mystical magic."

Fu Ningyuan suddenly raised her head and looked at Pei Yanche.

"Do you still remember when I asked you what would happen if an ordinary soul came into contact with me?" he asked.

Fu Ningyuan nodded.

At that time, she guessed that something painful and unknown happened around him.

"At first, everyone just thought that my mother's death was an accident. The man secretly wanted to kill me, but he never succeeded. Later, when my grandfather found out about it, he invited a master and he told me , I didn’t get hit because there was a ghost protecting me all the time, and at that time, her soul had almost completely dispersed.”

Pei Yanche finished the whole process in a few simple words.

But Fu Ningyuan could imagine Pei Yanche's heartache when he knew that his mother had to endure the burning pain every day to protect him after her death.

"Sometimes, I really hate this body. If it weren't for this, she wouldn't have suffered so much after death." Pei Yanche said.

After listening to Pei Yanche's story, Fu Ningyuan understood why he showed a sad expression when she mentioned the special things about him.

"Feel sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?" Pei Yanche suddenly stretched out his hand, touched her head, and said, "As long as we keep thinking of them, they will still be by our side."

Fu Ningyuan paused.

She actually had her head touched by a young man!

Forget it, for the sake of him opening up his own pain in order to relieve her, forgive her.

"Yes, true departure begins with forgetting." Fu Ningyuan agreed.

only……

Fu Ningyuan suddenly said:

"You don't seem surprised by what I told you?"

She had never revealed any information in this regard to Pei Yanche before.

"After you rescued grandpa, he asked me to take more care of you, so I investigated your information."

"Ok?"

"So, from the first time I met you, I knew that the person in the investigation data was not you. At least you would not go to that point for a man, let alone risk your life or death by abandoning your face." Pei Yanche The tone was firm and authentic.

Hearing this, Fu Ningyuan twitched the corners of her lips and asked:

"Are you so sure that's not me?"

Pei Yanche was sure.

But after Fu Ningyuan asked this, he was not so sure again.

He looked at Fu Ningyuan with obvious doubts in his eyes.

"The matter is more complicated. I will tell you again when I have the opportunity. Although it is hard to believe, it is indeed me." Fu Ningyuan said.

Fu Ningyuan had known Pei Yanche for a month or two, and this was the first time she saw him show an expression like lightning.

"...Is it you too?"

Fu Ningyuan nodded.

"I thought……"

"You think I took the body?" Fu Ningyuan asked.

"Um……"

Pei Yanche's voice was dry, but his fists were clenched tightly.