The handsome man in the entertainment industry

The lights are freshly made early in the morning.

Bai Fengchu looked at the exquisite snacks in the food box, smiled, picked out a piece of her favorite peach blossom cake, and immediately ate it.

After eating the cakes, she saw Ruan Mudeng coming in with a vase, and inside the vase were the big white tulips brought by Xiao Xiao and the others.

Bai Fengchu's eyes flashed, and she waved her hand, beckoning the young man to bring the vase over.

Ruan Mudeng didn't know why, but he still did it.

Bai Fengchu took out a tulip from the bottle, looked at it for a while, lowered her eyes, sighed softly, then put the flower in Xiao Xiao's hand, and said solemnly: "I have something, I want to ask you Do me a favor..."

After noon, it began to rain again in City A.

Holding an umbrella together, Xiao Xiao and Ruan Mudeng walked along the steps paved with white gravel and slowly passed through the rows of neat tombstones built along the hillside.

This is the largest public cemetery on the outskirts of City A. In terms of the price of a private house, those who can "settle" here after death are people with some money and status.

On non-yearly and non-holiday working days, the cemetery is very deserted. At a glance, apart from the master and apprentice, there is no one else who comes to pay homage.

Holding a white tulip in her hand, Xiao Xiao climbed the stairs all the way to the top floor with the widest view of the group of tombstones, and stopped in front of the outermost tombstone.

The tombstone is made of marble, only a square and simple piece, neither complicated carvings nor inlaid photos, the red lacquer writing on it is very new, but the content is very simple, only four words - Xiao Ning's Tomb ——There is no signature of the person who erected the monument, not even the date of birth and death.

It's just that there is a bunch of flowers in front of the tombstone. Although it was soaked by the rain, the flowers are still very fresh and plump. It is obvious that they have just been placed here not long ago.

"Someone came earlier than us."

Xiao Xiao looked at the bouquet in front of the tombstone and laughed softly.

"I think Zhou Han probably brought this flower."

Ruan Mudeng thought for a while, then sighed, "I'm still thinking about 'his' Qiqi today, I'm afraid Zhou Han is the only one."

"yes……"

Xiao Xiao reached out and patted the tombstone, "That boy Zhou Han insisted on burying 'his' ashes here."

As he spoke, he rubbed his fingers unconsciously on the smooth marble tombstone, feeling the cold and wet hard touch from his fingertips, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was talking to someone who had long since ceased to exist in the Three Realms and Six Realms. old friend said:

"You are really... He Dehe Neng, there is such a fool who likes you..."

Those who are bombarded by thunder will not only burn their bodies, but also their three souls and seven souls will be burned to ashes, unable to reincarnate, unable to transcend, and there will be no traces in the world anymore.

It is not even necessary to find a mansion for the soul to rest in.Therefore, what was buried in this cemetery was only a handful of ashes of the only remaining palm of "Bai Yiming", and it was also Zhou Han's last obsession with the person he once loved.

Seeing that Xiao Xiao's vision became empty, and her mind seemed to be trapped in some memory, Ruan Mudeng stretched out his hand to grab the empty hand of his master, and shook it firmly.

Xiao Xiao came back to her senses, turned her head and smiled at Ruan Mudeng, and then put the white tulip on the tombstone.

"Feng Chu asked me to bring you this."

Facing the void, Xiao Xiao said to his senior brother who had long since ceased to exist: "She said that all entanglements will be settled here."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Xiao turned around, stopped looking at Xiao Ning's tomb, took Ruan Mudeng's hand, and walked down the slope step by step along the stairs she had come from.

"I won't come to this place again...and there is no need to come again."

He said to Ruan Mudeng.

"it is good."

Ruan Mudeng held Xiao Xiao's hand back, and replied in a low voice:

"Old man, let him stay in the past..."

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At dawn, a high-speed train stopped on platform 300 of the South Railway Station of City N, which is more than 6 kilometers away from City A.

A young girl in a lavender corduroy dress, pulling a huge suitcase half the height of a person, got off the train alone.

The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, she was very thin and had a pretty face, but her eyes had a gloomy and calculating look that did not match her age.

When leaving the station, the gate got stuck behind the girl for no reason, as if it hit something, and couldn't close it.

A station worker next to her heard the sound of the gate being stuck, and looked curiously, but saw that there was nothing behind the girl.

"Probably touched the box."

The staff shook their heads and stopped paying attention to the pretty girl in the lavender dress.

He didn't see that there was a huge black dog that should never have appeared in the train station, following closely behind the young girl...

———End of the text———

Chapter 130: Extra Story 01: Homecoming [-]

Originally, Xiao Xiao planned to accompany Ruan Mudeng back to his hometown after everything was over.

But obviously the plan can't keep up with the changes. Even if Xiao Ning is resolved, there are too many things that need his help to clean up later. This dragged on until the first ten days of November, and Xiao Xiao and Ruan Mudeng finally arrived at the Cold Clothes Festival. A few days ago, the itinerary for sending the ashes of Ruan Mudeng's elder brother Ruan Diyi back home was finalized.

The location of Ruanjia Village is even more remote than that of Xijia Village when they first met. Even the national road behind the village has just been built in the past five or six years. Of course, there is no need to expect any direct train or passenger transportation.

Xiao Xiao and Ruan Mudeng departed from City A, took two trains, came to a small county town closest to Ruanjia Village, found a grain and oil store that was scheduled to deliver to Ruanjia Village the day after tomorrow, and spent 200 yuan. Rub the car in the shop and go back to the village together.

After entering the mountain, the state of the national road is really not very good. On the cement paved road, there are cracks opened by weeds and small trees everywhere, and many road sections even have big pits that need to be decelerated and detoured.

Xiao Xiao, Ruan Mudeng and dozens of large boxes were squeezed together in the back of the truck, bouncing all the way like two fried beans in a pot. There was no seat belt to fix their bodies, so they could only climb into the nearby compartment Anywhere to grab so you don't fly out of your seat.

"Ah, I think my ass must be blue from the bump."

Xiao Xiao grabbed the iron shelf used to fix the goods with her right hand, supported her waist with her left hand, frowned and complained pitifully.

"In fact, compared with before, this road is much easier now."

Ruan Mudeng embraced Xiao Xiao who was swaying here and there with one hand, and asked him to lean over a little, and put some weight of his body on his side, acting as a buffer.

"In the past, cars couldn't drive into the mountains. We had to drive ox carts or take tractors to get in and out of the village. It took a whole day to get from the village to the county seat."

Xiao Xiao pressed one shoulder into the socket of her apprentice's shoulder, and tilted her head to look at Ruan Mudeng's face.

His lover is really good-looking, with a delicate face and picturesque eyebrows. Combined with the advantages of height and body shape, the whole person is like a well-carved jade, really worthy of the four "Zhilan Yushu" Character.

In addition, Ruan Mudeng was already very smart, with a calm personality and amazing learning ability, and he had honed himself in the entertainment circle for a long time, and from his hairstyle to clothing and even some small accessories, he was looking for a special design for him. The master gave him a lesson, so whether it is appearance or behavior, from Ruan Mudeng, now there is no trace of a mountain boy who came out of a poor country.

But Ruan Mudeng never disliked his own background.

He still likes the remote and deserted village where he was born and raised him, and the familiar and friendly neighbors and folks in the village, so he wants to send his elder brother back to his hometown, and he also wants to take his favorite person to see Look at the homeland of the hometown.

Xiao Xiao leaned against Ruan Mudeng with a smile, touched his thigh with the hand that supported her waist, and ambiguously climbed up along the outline of the strong muscles.

"It's okay, anyway, you can rub it for me tonight."

Through the rough fabric of the jeans, his fingers caressed Ruan Mudeng's waistline irregularly, and he leaned his head close to the other's ear, deliberately lowering his voice, and the hoarse breath was blown into his ear with the hot and humid breath inside.

"...Moreover, when you are usually fierce, you often bump into my ass which hurts like hell..."

Ruan Mudeng's ears turned red, and the blush spread to the corners of the eyes and neck like rouge in the water.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was still in the back of the truck that looked like a fried bean pot, he would have wanted to knock Xiao Xiao down right now.

He grabbed Xiao Xiao's hand that was still flailing wildly, and stuffed it between his thighs, tightening his muscles so that he could not continue to fumble around, and at the same time, he was imitating Xiao Fox in his mind as if venting his anger. Shiba eats various cooking methods, and makes up his mind to try the same ones when he gets home.

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The truck set off early in the morning and bumped on the national road for seven or eight hours, and finally entered the village after four o'clock in the afternoon.

The two got off the truck with their bags in their hands, and at a glance, the village was very small, with only a hundred or so families.The huts with brick, wood, beam and tile structure are scattered in the relatively flat and open ridges according to the mountain, hidden in the mountains and forests that are dyed golden and red after autumn. The time of a hundred years seems to have stagnated in this quaint small village. down.

Every villager I met along the way, regardless of men, women, old or young, all