She spoils the villain

Chapter 281 A Bold Idea
"There are so many people..."

Sitting in the sports car, Wen Zhixia took off his glasses in shock.

Jiang Yao's memorial hall is actually relatively remote, not only located in the suburban wasteland, but also next to the cemetery.

But even so, there was a long queue at the gate of the memorial hall, no matter how you looked at it, there were thousands of people.

"This is just the first batch of old fans who got tickets. There are more people who didn't get tickets and waited in line for the second batch."

After Long Xingluo parked the car, he introduced it in a tone of "my idol is awesome".

"It's really amazing."

Wen Zhixia couldn't help thinking, in the real world, after she died, how many movie fans would be willing to come and see her at the funeral.

"She represents the last ten years in the music scene. Even if you don't know her, you must have heard her songs. Even after 18 years, it's the same.

Shall we get out of the car? "

Long Xingluo walked around to the other side and opened the car door.

Wen Zhixia was still wearing a mask, but after thinking about it, she took it off.

In front of this superstar, other celebrities are nothing. The two walked obediently to line up in the line, and sure enough, they found many celebrities in the crowd.

There are people from teens to 30 years old. Since they are the first batch to come, they are all hardcore fans.

The staff of the exhibition hall are very conscientious, they came in after less than 10 minutes in line.

The entire memorial hall is very large, divided into three floors. The first floor is full of Jiang Yao's photo albums, and the second floor is Jiang Yao's experience in creating songs, musical instruments and other music-related things.

The third floor is Jiang Yao's things before her death, and more, it shows her life.

"The people who designed this pavilion really put their heart into it. Passers-by like me can understand Jiang Yao deeply."

After visiting the first floor, Wen Zhixia sighed sincerely.

"Because the designer is Su Mingen."

Long Xingluo's eyes fell on the largest portrait in the exhibition hall on the first floor, and he spoke lightly.

Wen Zhixia followed Long Xingluo's gaze and looked over.

This photo happened to be the one she saw on Baidu last night.

"Jiang Yao's eyes are too gentle."

Wen Zhixia couldn't help sighing.

"Yes."

It was rare for a young man to look at another woman tenderly.

Wen Zhixia inadvertently withdrew her gaze and looked at Long Xingluo's eyebrows. In the blink of an eye, an idea burst into her mind.

"No way……"

She couldn't believe the thought herself.

"what happened?"

Long Xingluo lowered his eyes in concern.

Wen Zhixia's heart beat a little faster, she supported the boy's shoulders and turned him around.

"You do this, stand next to this picture."

The boy didn't know what she wanted to do, but he did as he said.

Wen Zhixia took a few steps back, took out his phone and took a photo.

She stared at the phone, she couldn't believe it.

"What's the matter?"

Long Xingluo strode over, and Wen Zhixia quickly handed him the phone.

"I can't believe it, you and Jiang Yao look so much alike, especially the eyes, which are equally clear and clean."

Wen Zhixia didn't notice it at first, until the boy stood under this giant portrait, the contrast was too strong.

"I suddenly had a bold idea, do you think you will be..."

"It's not possible."

Before Wen Zhixia could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the boy with a blank face.

"That's right. Jiang Yao and Su Mingen are husband and wife. It is impossible for their child to fall into the hands of Long Mianzun. Even if a person like Jiang Yao cheats, he cannot be Long Mianzun."

After Wen Zhixia finished the analysis, he sighed regretfully.

In her opinion, Jiang Yao is the only one worthy of being Long Xingluo's mother.

At the same time, on the third floor, two middle-aged men were standing by the corridor, and there was an endless stream of people on each floor...

　Egg Tart: Xia Bao's IQ continues to be online, have you grasped the crux of the problem?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)