The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

The noon sun in late autumn was very bright, dazzling people's eyes, but when An Jia arrived at this villa, she couldn't help shivering.

Flowers and vegetation that do not belong to the season almost wrap the entire small building. A peach tree in the center of the winding and rugged stone garden seems to have been struck by lightning, and the dead branches and petals of the black wood are withered by the wind.

An Jia shrunk her neck, raised her eyes to look at the window on the house, and wanted to spy on the scene in the room, but she couldn't see what was going on in the dark, and the strange smell of dialysis made her purse her lips with a feeling of retreating, and her heart ached. Not trembling.

"Haunted house!" The phrase appeared in her mind, she shook her head and hurriedly denied it. The owner of the villa had met her many times, but she had never been so timid.

An Jia tried her best to restrain the trembling of her fingers, forced herself to remember the purpose of coming here, bit her lower lip tightly, and still mustered up the courage to ring the doorbell.

"Boss Shen? Boss Shen? Are you there?" She pressed the button for a long time but no one answered, so she called out loudly: "Boss Shen, I'm An Jia, can you open the door, please?"

The room was still silent, and An Jia couldn't help beating her hands vigorously, trying to call out the indifferent people inside. She had already been to the studio and contacted Shen Muyun, but no one could make Shen Moyan go out.

A thin layer of sweat broke out on her anxious forehead, and she yelled loudly: "Boss Shen, I know you are inside, please open the door! Director Wang is in very bad condition!"

"Bang!" The door was suddenly blown open by a hurricane in the house, and An Jia was suddenly knocked out half a meter away with her unstable center of gravity. She struggled to stand up and looked there. The light room is like the entrance to hell, dull and lifeless.

She tried hard to see the scene in the house clearly, but she couldn't help feeling panic, so she could only shout with all her strength: "Boss Shen! Director Wang is waiting for you! He has blocked bullets for you, you can't be so heartless!"

"Tap...tap...tap..." The sound of soles stepping on the floor was piercing in the air, and a white long gown slowly fell in front of her eyes. The breath is like a fairy in the painting and like a ghost from hell.

Shen Moyan stood quietly in the dark, the sunlight from the outside seemed to be blocked from illuminating the outline of the room, mottled shadows sprinkled on his cheeks, his narrow eyes stared directly at An Jia without a trace of life, making the world fascinated His beautiful face now reveals a chilling ferocity.

As if this is his true appearance, the man who was so handsome and smiling was finally buried by fate in the soil and turned into dust, leaving only an immortal shell, lingering on indifferently and deformed.

An Jia knew from then on that Shen Moyan did not belong to human beings, at least she was a monster beyond her cognition. She was so frightened that her legs became weak that she could not stand up again, but even though her eye sockets were covered with mist, she still insisted on using it. Hoarse voice begged: "Boss Shen, no matter who you are, go and see Director Wang, he has been waiting for you since he woke up..."

Shen Moyan's figure trembled slightly, his shadowy pupils constricted but he remained silent in the end, quietly watching An Jia lower his pupils by half, as if he could erase something without facing it.

"Boss Shen, I don't know what happened to you, why didn't you go to see him, but I beg you, Director Wang really blocked the bullet for you, the left shoulder blade was completely penetrated, and more than ten wounds were done. I had an hourly operation, and I didn’t wake up until last night, and I was asking you the first sentence.”

"It doesn't matter whether you are a human or a ghost, you should have feelings. Director Wang really loves you. You should go and have a look!"

An Jia's voice was full of strong crying, and the choked up tears were like crystal clear springs, and the words pierced into Shen Moyan's heart, like stabbing an awl to scars everywhere, piercing into the liver and spleen.

He looked up at the bright and scorching sun in the sky, his pupils were so painful that he narrowed his pupils slightly, thinking of the scorching heat that overwhelmed him that day, it seemed that his fingertips could still retain the man's lingering, charming, nose-tingling... residual warmth. ..

Shen Moyan withdrew his eyes and looked at An Jia who was lying in the garden crying until the pear blossoms were raining. He wanted to laugh but felt a burst of bitterness first. He closed his eyes trying to resist the flood of emotions, but it was in vain.

The shoes on Shu Jin embroidery came to An Jia, Shen Moyan looked at the toes, thinking that this was a bad habit of Xue Shaoqing back then, which could not be changed for a hundred years, and his eyes were so blurred that he couldn't find the focus in an instant.

"Let's go." He sighed softly, and stretched out his palms to shield him from the swaying sun. The diamond bracelet on his wrist, which was of a different style from his own, was still shining brightly: "I'm going to see Wang Ye."

The hospital is an unlucky place, the constant flow of people, the wailing of death and pain everywhere, even the bright outside the window can't shine into the dark corners.

Shen Moyan's footsteps on the cement floor echoed, An Jia was not as noisy as before, and led him to the VIP surgical ward nervously, her eyes were blushing and pitiful.

The nurses and doctors who occasionally walk by in the corridor are very light-footed. Ordinary people can tell at a glance that this is a special area enjoyed by wealthy people who are sick. If it is not for the quiet atmosphere and equipment, it is more like a high-end hotel suite.

Wang Ye's ward is in the third to last ward. With an oxygen mask on his face, there is a layer of white mist as he breathes. He squints his eyes slightly, and his thick eyelashes cast a little shadow on the eye sockets. His cheeks are pale and his lips are dry, but he still looks like a man. Handsome and handsome like the proud son of heaven.

Before Shen Moyan could look at him carefully through the glass, he was distracted by the woman standing outside the door.

Chanel's high-end suit, Hermes' light brown platinum bag, with Prada sheepskin high heels on the feet, South Sea pearl necklace on the neck, and Patek Philippe diamond watch on the wrist. The look in his eyes still made him recognize the reason at a glance.

Wang Ye's mother is also the reincarnation of Xue Shaoqing's mother a hundred years ago - Zhang Biyun.

The woman frowned slightly and looked at Shen Moyan with contempt without concealing her gaze, as if returning to the scene when he met Mrs. Xue for the first time in the Xue mansion.

He bowed tremblingly and carefully handed tea to show his goodwill. The other party didn't even look at him. He twisted the handkerchief and wiped the corner of his mouth lightly, smiling and said: "Forbidden to enter the main hall, it really dirty my eyes."

At only nineteen years old, he couldn't even handle the tea in an instant. He spilled it on the floor and burned the back of his hand with a big red spot.

In the next second, a phoenix embroidered with spreading wings stepped on his finger, squirming back and forth as if he couldn't understand his hatred, tears immediately wet his eyes from the pain but he clenched his teeth and dared not make a sound.

Destiny is ridiculous sometimes, like the erroneous relationship with Wang Ye, like the undercurrents with Zhang Biyun.

The same eyes, the same position, the only difference is that he is no longer that weak young man who is abused by others, and Zhang Biyun has become more domineering after reincarnation.

"You are Shen Moyan?" The woman looked him up and down with her eyes, and said arrogantly.

"I am." Shen Moyan looked at her calmly, and replied indifferently.

"Heh, neither male nor female," Zhang Biyun sneered, with the corners of his mouth raised sarcastically, his delicate makeup could hardly reveal his age: "No wonder he specializes in seducing men."

Shen Moyan brushed his cuffs with his fingers, and smiled indifferently: "As long as your son likes it."

"You..." Zhang Biyun glared angrily and was about to say a lesson, but An Jia hurriedly stood in front of her and smiled apologetically, "Director Zhang, Director Wang is still waiting inside, can you let Boss Shen in first?"

Feeling sorry for her son after all, Zhang Biyun gave her a gouged look, and raised his chin to look at Shen Moyan's vicious tone with a hint of a smile: "You foxy son who can't enter the house, just play around, go in, my son is waiting."

An Jia nodded again and again as if she was about to be amnesty, bowed down to send the empress dowager away, then ran back and opened the door of the ward to take a breath and said to him: "Boss Shen, you go in, Director Wang has been waiting for you."

Shen Moyan stared at her blankly, then walked towards the bed alone, facing the weak breathing man who was once as warm as the sun.