The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

Wang Ye was stunned, and it took a long time before he seemed to react, and asked with a hesitant expression: "You have something to talk to him alone, don't you?"

"Yes." Shen Moyan smiled, patted his hands, and his attitude was very frank: "After all, I have received so much kindness from him, and now that I plan to cremate him, there are some things I want to say to him alone, and I also hope In the last few days, I was able to be alone with him quietly."

Wang Ye looked into his eyes, the man's dark pupils seemed like an endless abyss.

Wang Ye felt that his throat was blocked by something, but in the end, he still curled his lips and nodded, "Okay, I understand. I will inform An Jia that I will move back to the old house in the next few days. "

"Thank you." Shen Moyan was grateful from the bottom of his heart, as if he was finally relieved, and promised, "Don't worry, I will personally pick you up after the cremation. We will go to the United States to get married, and we will never be apart again." .”

There was a wry smile on the corner of Wang Ye's mouth, but he still didn't say anything, and went into the room to pack his luggage.

Perhaps Shen Moyan would never know that on that day, Wang Ye had already made up his mind to lose him, so he had to use all his strength to restrain himself so as not to impulsively beg him not to leave.

Sending Wang Ye away, Shen Moyan took a deep breath, his footsteps seemed to be heavy, and then he walked slowly towards the previously sealed study room.

Due to the accumulation of time for too long, the study room was covered with a thick layer of dust. Those books that he had touched countless times were now so strange that it was difficult to distinguish them.

He stood in front of the bookshelf and moved three books by memory. The door to the basement slowly opened before his eyes with some harsh noises. The dark and narrow corridor looked a little scary at this moment.

Shen Moyan's hands were trembling, he didn't even have the courage to face Xue Shaoqing for a moment, those dusty memories seemed like particles floating in the air, no matter how time passed, no matter how they hid, they would enter the internal organs with breathing, and finally melt into the blood.

If Xue Shaoqing knew, would she really agree?Will you be willing to stay in the dark and wet soil forever?Will not blame him for his betrayal?

Shen Moyan didn't know, he really didn't know, he was suddenly afraid that one day in the future, if the other party's soul was found, would he hate him hysterically.

Born in the dark corridor, there were echoes, he came to Xue Shaoqing's side almost cautiously, and he mustered up the courage to look at the face engraved in his mind.

"Shaoqing..." He seemed afraid of waking up the other party, his voice was as soft as a piece of cotton candy, as if they were still young and young when they first met.

"Did you sleep well here?" Shen Moyan brushed the man's cheek, the cold touch remained the same as before. He had waited and hoped for 80 years, but he still had no ability to wake him up.

"I'm sorry, this may be the last time I will accompany you. I will take you to be cremated in three days." He said, his voice was choked unconsciously, and his eyes were red and hot: "Will you blame me? You Will you hate me? Shaoqing, can you hear my voice?"

Shen Moyan leaned against that bed and sat down, just like every sleepless night in the past, he would unconsciously go to the basement, even if he just took a look at the man's face, his flustered heart would calm down again.

"I have decided to marry Wang Ye. He is very kind to me, just like you were to me back then. I want to spend the rest of my life by my side, to be able to make up for him, and to love him." He said He buried his head in his knees, as if he was deeply afraid that what he said would make the other person sad.

"I think I love him." He took a deep breath, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I used to always not be able to tell who you were from him. I did a lot of wrong things to hurt him, I also hurt myself, but now I think clearly, he is not you, you are not him, I shouldn't be so selfish, and I can't be so selfish."

"I love him. I want to be with him."

Shen Moyan's voice was extremely clear in the basement, accompanied by repeated echoes, but it was terribly lonely.

"Perhaps I should have done this long ago. When I found you back, I should have let you be buried in peace. It was my greed that made you hide in the ground secretly. , can't do it."

Xue Shaoqing never replied, and he was sleeping peacefully, as if the troubles in the secular world had nothing to do with him.

"Shaoqing, maybe we are all dead. You died on the battlefield, and I died in that laboratory. These decades are just obsessions left behind."

He smiled, and seemed to be able to see the elegant and gentle man standing up and walking towards him: "Shaoqing, just treat us, and everything in the past, from now on, buried in the ground, okay? Shaoqing, forgive me how am I?"

It wasn't until the next morning that Shen Moyan walked out of the basement. After a simple catch-up sleep, he would go back to the basement to talk to Xue Shaoqing, as if it would take these few days to say goodbye to the man thoroughly.

On the day of cremation, Shen Muyun came to the gate of the villa very early. In the past few days, Wang Ye did not make a phone call, nor did he show up. .

Shen Moyan was grateful from the bottom of his heart, he didn't ask the wolf cub to help, he went to the basement to carry Xue Shaoqing out, put him in the back seat of the car, and sat in with him.

Shen Muyun understood what he was thinking, and didn't say much, seeing that they were all set, she drove silently to the tuyaozi a hundred kilometers away.

The old master's wife had received the news before. Both of them were honest people. Since they had received the money, they cleaned up the kiln so that a corpse could be cremated in it. They also prepared jars and sacrificial offerings. Bye.

Originally, the wife planned to help put Xue Shaoqing in, but Shen Moyan was still unwilling. He tidied up the man himself, and he looked as if he was asleep, well-dressed, with a smile on his lips.

"Shaoqing, goodbye." He whispered in the man's ear, as if he was telling some love words.

When the corpse was really pushed into the raging flames, Shen Moyan suddenly knelt down outside with a "bang", kowtowed his head continuously, bloodshot from the corner of his forehead.

His voice was hoarse, but he couldn't stop crying, his tears fell into the soil one by one, and then disappeared, just like Xue Shaoqing, who came to this world and left behind many good things, but finally turned into a handful of ashes.

"Master Xue, Mo Yan kowtows to you!"

"Master! Mo Yan kowtows to you!"

"Master! Mo Yan kowtows to you!"

The shrill cry kept resounding in the small suburban village, and Shen Muyun still remembered this scene many years later, the kind of heart-piercing, unforgettable forever.