Rebirth of the absolute actor

Back in Haicheng, Wei Muyang's emotions still haven't calmed down for a long time.

"Do you need me to help you?" This night, after washing up, Mo Qingyu did not extend Lushan's hand to Wei Muyang as usual, but hugged the young man in his arms and asked gently.

"Although the Dingsheng Group has some strength, it's nothing if we really want to deal with it. Anyway, now that things have been figured out, the instigator is Cai Kaiting, so we don't need to waste time, just deal with them directly."

Mo Qingyu looked at the silent Wei Muyang, and a worry flashed deep in his eyes.

It is true that for such an artist that I have never seen before, it is extremely absurd to move a real estate company with a good foundation. In the eyes of Mo Qingyu before, if someone told him three years ago, he would One day when he behaves so irrationally, he will definitely regard that person as crazy.

But now, when he said this, he took it for granted to the extreme, because no matter what, he didn't want to see Wei Muyang look disappointed.

The so-called princes of Fenghuo opera by the ancients should be out of such a mood, right?Because of deep love, you don't want the other party to suffer any grievances?

Wei Muyang's heart softened because of his large-scale support.

"No, at least...not now, you wait for me to think about it, and then make plans after clarifying some things." Lifting his head, Wei Muyang said softly, and at the same time imprinted on Mo Qingyu's cheek. kissed.

He didn't refuse Mo Qingyu's proposal, after all, he owed Mo Qingyu too much now, so much that it didn't matter whether he refused or not.

It's just... If the other party is really the one who asked about it, Cai Kaiting will be fine. Half-brothers who have no feelings but only hatred, it's okay to use the way to treat others to treat others, but Cai Yuanshan...

It's better to wait until I get more news before making plans.

Seeing what Wei Muyang said, Mo Qingyu didn't insist, he pressed a kiss on Wei Muyang's face comfortingly, picked up the remote control at hand, and turned off the lights in the room.

The next day, it was a rainy day.

The power of late autumn has already begun to appear. The pattering autumn rain has dropped the entire temperature of Haicheng by several degrees. Standing on the balcony, gazing at the southeast, Wei Muyang's eyes are full of thoughts.

The aroma of hot cocoa spread from his hands, mixed with the fragrance of autumn rain, which made Wei Muyang's mind extremely clear.

Things have come to such a point now that it is impossible to escape. If this is the case, let's face the difficulties.

Even if the truth is really as ugly as speculation, but for him, it is impossible to have a worse result, and now his future is very good, the enemy has also solved two, no matter how he looks at it, he has earned it .

Moreover, if you really want to make yourself walk steadily in the future, this hidden danger hidden in your heart must always be resolved.

Thinking of this, he walked back to the room, first called Jiang Yang, told the other party to go out with him, and then went into the room and changed out of his clothes.

Walking outside, Jiang Yang was already waiting at the gate.

As early as three years ago, Mo Qingyu bought a unit downstairs for Jiang Yang and his bodyguards to live in, because safety was indeed very important, and Wei Muyang did not object to this move.

The two arrived at the parking lot and got into the car. Wei Muyang gave an address, and the car started slowly.

Ignoring the curious look in Jiang Yang's eyes, Wei Muyang stared at the scenery outside the window, his eyes were thoughtful and his mind was deep, but he had already returned to many years ago.

Soon, the car arrived at an old town.

Following Wei Muyang's guidance, the car turned left and right in the narrow street, walked through several small streets, and came to the downstairs of a dilapidated house.

"Just stop here."

Wei Muyang pointed to the entrance of a corridor in front of him. When he spoke, his handsome face showed a little nostalgia, and his voice was a little darker than usual.

Jiang Yang was extremely surprised, but stopped the car obediently.

After turning off the engine, he looked out the car window, becoming more and more suspicious.

Although the location of this old town is good, most of the people who live there are natives of Haicheng, and the ownership of property rights is unclear. Therefore, when Haicheng began to develop aggressively more than ten years ago, it was not developed. Some developers took aim at this piece of land, but in the end they had to give up this piece of land due to complicated circumstances, which also led to this place becoming a famous urban village.

Ordinarily, this kind of place should have nothing to do with Wei Muyang, but along the way, the other party's familiarity with the terrain made him speechless.

How many secrets does this child have in his heart?

Yes, although Wei Muyang is famous all over the world now, in the eyes of Jiang Yang, who is nearly 40 years old, he is still just a child.

Wei Muyang on the side, of course, didn't know the confusion in Jiang Yang's heart. He took out his sunglasses and put them on, turned over a hat and put it on his head, then turned up the collar of his coat, pushed open the car door, and left. go down.

Although it is past ten o'clock in the morning and most of the young people here have gone to work, it would be troublesome if they were recognized by the rest of the people.

Jiang Yang followed behind Wei Muyang, and the two walked along the dilapidated corridor to the third floor.

At this time, in an old-fashioned tube building, there is a corridor coming out of the stairwell. The corridor is circular and forms a small courtyard on all sides. On the wall facing the courtyard, there are several gates, which should be the residents here. portal.

At this moment, there was no one in the entire corridor, and the keyholes of several doors were a little rusty. In addition to the few pots of dying violets on the parapet wall of the corridor, the whole house showed a decadent scene. Jiang Yang I even saw a mouse running quickly not far in front, and disappeared into a corner.

However, Wei Muyang silently came to a wooden door at the end of the corridor as if he hadn't seen it.

In his memory, this wooden door used to be extremely tall and heavy, protecting the beautiful and peaceful years he and his mother spent inside, but now it seems that it is dilapidated and old. On the door, the dark red door paint has disappeared. It was extremely mottled, and the original copper color could no longer be seen in the keyhole below.

There was a complex look in his eyes, then he turned his head and said to Jiang Yang, "Come and try, open the door."

This house is the place where he grew up, and he has many good memories with his mother, but after his mother passed away due to illness, he seldom came back, because every time he came back, he remembered that the person who loved him so much had passed away again. I can't see that the torment in my heart is not stingy with one torture.

And later on, as his career became smoother and he got to know Sun Junhao later, fewer came back. He always felt that the fact that his mother was no longer there seemed to be forgotten by visiting him less often. .

Counting now, he has not set foot in this place for six or seven years. Although he hired someone to clean the place regularly in the early years, since his death, naturally this cleaning behavior has stopped, and the place has been changed. With his shell, he naturally didn't dare to let people come here to clean it in order to avoid attracting attention in the early days. Looking at the current appearance, it should be at least many years that no one has been here.

Naturally, there was nowhere to find the key, but it didn't matter, Jiang Yang was very good at unlocking the lock, so he didn't have to worry about not being able to get in the door with him.

Sure enough, after less than 2 minutes of tinkering, the door opened a small crack under Jiang Yang's push.

Wei Muyang was silent for a few seconds before he walked up. He stretched out his hand and pushed lightly. Many doors that had not been opened made a hoarse creak before they opened slowly.

After entering the room, Wei Muyang looked around, with a nostalgic look in his eyes.

The house is not big, only about [-] square meters, with a living room and dining room in the center, two wooden doors close together on the left, and the kitchen, bathroom and balcony on the other side.

The furniture was covered with white cloth, but even so, the thick dust couldn't cover up the decadent atmosphere that no one lived here for a long time. Wei Muyang took two steps, and several clear footprints appeared on the ground.

"Come in, the dust is a bit big, bear with it."

Wei Muyang's voice was a little deep, and he seemed to see that smiling middle-aged woman coming out of the kitchen with a plate of steaming dishes, and on the dining table in front of her, a little boy was seriously writing with a homework...

Jiang Yang didn't know where this place was, but when he came out with Wei Muyang today, he felt that the other party's mood was wrong, so he didn't speak at the moment, but just walked in as he said, and closed the door behind him.

Wei Muyang certainly had a purpose in coming back here.

His mother passed away in a car accident that year, and he was so shocked that he couldn't accept this fact. He almost ran away and left the house. He even asked Qian Qing to arrange someone to clean up the relics. Everything that has been used is left here untouched.

And he came here for these things this time. If his memory is correct, he remembered that his mother had the habit of writing a diary back then.

After making a gesture to Jiangyang, Wei Muyang walked towards a wooden door on the left, which was his mother's room. He slept alone in another room.

At that time, he was still cheering because he could sleep alone, but now...

With a self-deprecating smile on his face, Wei Muyang abandoned the random thoughts in his head and walked into the room.

Inside the house, like the outside, all the furniture was covered tightly with white cloth, but even so, the sunlight coming in from the window could still see the dust billowing in the house.

Wei Muyang went straight to the head of the bed, dragged out a small box one foot square from under the bed, then carried the small box, walked to the window, lifted the white cloth from a stool, and ignored the dust on the stool, The ass just sat down.

Back then, every time my mother wrote a diary, she put it back in this box...

The box was not locked, and the place where the dust was knocked down by his fingers showed a thick wooden lacquer color. Wei Muyang's eyes showed nostalgia, and he stroked the surface of the box with his fingers a few times before he put Put your hand on the buckle of the box, and with a click, the box opened.