Metaphysics Xiaojiaojiao changed her life in the entertainment industry to tease the big guy

Chapter 300 Intersection of reality and dreams
With the thought of plantain dumplings and a fairly comfortable resting environment, Jiang Shuangyan once again fell into a dream in a fairly decent sleep that night.

Dreams and memories are intertwined, perhaps because of the stimulation of the familiar scene, this time, she saw the whole process of the fire that year.

The deep attic is empty, long and quiet. Walking through the relatively narrow corridors and pushing open the door at the end, a spacious lobby is facing you.

The hall is filled with red gauze, and a few crisp wind chimes faintly floated in. If you look carefully, you can see a graceful woman walking in the red.

She looked particularly anxious, walking around the lobby in slender high-heeled shoes, her gaze sweeping back and forth between the gauze curtains, as if she was looking for something.

Jiang Shuangyan slowly raised the gauze curtain and approached her, following her gaze to observe the surrounding scene.

All of a sudden, a cold wind blew outside the window, instantly pushed open the half-covered window, and hit the red candle placed on the upper window sill impartially.

Unfortunately, the red candle light dyed the red gauze in the room, and in an instant, a sea of ​​flames appeared.

An accidental fire happened very coincidentally.

Seeing the fire started to spread, Jiang Shuangyan subconsciously wanted to remind the woman to run quickly, but the dream and reality were different after all, no matter how much she yelled or stretched out her hand to pull, it could not change the due ending.

The strong light gradually covered the entire attic. Jiang Shuangyan watched the fire grow stronger, and she was sluggish on the spot, her breathing became weak, and when the sweat broke out on her forehead, she accidentally heard a woman whispering.

"Where is Xin Yang, where... where the hell..."

The sound was fleeting, and the vision gradually blurred.

When the dream receded, Jiang Shuangyan caught a glimpse of a figure running in hastily outside the door, and rushed towards the fire without hesitation.

A white light suddenly appeared, and what was left in the end were only two dependent figures in the center of the fire scene.

……

It was already bright outside the window, and when his consciousness returned, Jiang Shuangyan felt as if he was grasping something, slightly raised his thick eyelids, and found that it was a hand with well-defined joints.

The field of vision spread, looking along the arm, and sure enough, he saw the familiar face.

At this time, Qi Dai was resting on the edge of the bed with his eyes closed, his thick eyelashes cast a shadow on the bottom of his eyes, trembling slightly with his steady breathing.

Although it was not clear whether he was awake or not, Jiang Shuangyan felt a lot more at ease seeing his very peaceful sleeping face.

The rooms in the south courtyard were limited, and some of them were even chilly due to years of disrepair. After consideration, the two decided to make do in one room.

Perhaps it was because she was trembling by the fire in the dream at night, and he, who was resting in the same room, noticed that, so he kept guarding her by the bed.

Jiang Shuangyan's eyes fell on the towels on the bedside table, and she smiled slightly.

It's no wonder that even though she dreamed of being on fire last night, she still felt a bit of chill.

Although this uncle is usually out of shape, he is very careful in certain things.

Now, she seems to have dreamed all the things that should be dreamed, no matter whether it is the past life or the present life, there are no details.

She knew that the fire that year had always been a thorn in his heart, perhaps, this time she could return the truth to him.

After staring at the person by the window for a long time, Jiang Shuangyan finally got up lightly, put a blanket on him, put on his coat and opened the door to go out.

The air in the deep mountains is extraordinarily quiet. As soon as you come to the extremely empty yard, you can feel the unique enthusiasm of the cold wind, feeling damp and cold, and refreshing.

Changing into thick clothes after washing, Jiang Shuangyan wanted to see if her plantain was still alive, but just as she walked to the gate of the courtyard, she ran into an unexpected visitor.

Before she came here, she had fantasized about what would happen countless times, and she had also imagined what she would say when she met the Qi family.But if it's this one in front of her, she thought, the previous routines might not work.

Qi Xinguang has the habit of getting up early for a walk, and when he returns to his old house, he just walks around in his own courtyard with the morning light to let himself go.

Unknowingly, he walked to the south courtyard, glanced around, and happened to see Jiang Shuangyan walking from the courtyard.

He had heard about this girl before returning to China. At that time, he was only positioned as a popular star in the entertainment industry, but now that he saw the real person, he felt that this positioning might not be accurate enough.

Those who can enter the old house are probably not simple-minded little stars.

Just when Qi Xinguang stopped to observe, Jiang Shuangyan raised his eyes and found him.

The four eyes met, even though she kept clamoring in her heart to turn her head and leave as if she didn't see it, she had to do something contrary to her thoughts.

Because, a certain person who is best at using her space asked her to talk to the second uncle who seemed not to be trifled with, in order to get out his true attitude towards Qi Dai.

After receiving the temporary task, Jiang Shuangyan flicked her hair, pretending to walk in the direction of Qi Xinguang inadvertently.

It's a pity that she didn't think about her probing words yet, so she said to Convenience first, "I got up quite early, and I'm used to it."

Jiang Shuangyan: "..."

How should she answer this?
Did you get up early too? ? ?

etc--

This style of painting is wrong. Normally speaking, shouldn't the sword hidden in the sword and shadow talk try each other out? What kind of beginning is this?
Oh, she understands, this is definitely a mode of throwing bricks and leading the conversation, maybe the topic will be changed in the next moment!
Sure enough, the other party's next sentence was: "Since we met at the gate of the courtyard, why don't we have a chat?"

After Jiang Shuangyan heard this, she agreed with her previous opinion even more, and she also firmly believed that this person came to find out her details!
Maybe they have the same style of painting as Qi Ting, pointing at Sang Huai when she speaks, smearing Qi Dai around the corner, it is best to let her turn against Qi Dai because of love and hatred and help them deal with Qi Dai.

Hey, to put it bluntly, it's all caused by family property!
Thinking of this, she smiled and said, "I wonder what you want to talk to me about?"

I am sure in my heart: what else can we talk about, besides that one person, who else?

Things developed as she expected, Qi Xinguang said naturally: "In the old house of the Qi family, it is natural to talk about the Qi family."

Jiang Shuangyan kept smiling.

"Adai's parents left early. He was only seven or eight years old when the accident happened. Since then, he managed to sneak out after living in the old house for less than two years. In the future, except for the two festivals of New Year's Day and Qingming Festival, he will not Will be back."

Qi Xinguang spoke neither fast nor slow, his voice was low, like a radio host telling a story at night, a little hypnotic, but due to the subject matter, Jiang Shuangyan forced his ears to listen, for fear of missing something.

"Actually, we all know that he left because of that accident. Although it was indeed a coincidence that it seemed deliberate, the police had already investigated it and found out that it was an accident, and it was most likely caused by the sister-in-law herself. "

"I remember that there was a rumor in the entertainment industry that my sister-in-law was suffering from depression. It was true. During that time, she was indeed in a bad state of mind."

Hearing this, Jiang Shuangyan almost figured out what the other party meant. To put it simply, An Sihua rushed into the attic because of a mental disorder, and she might have set the fire by accident.

If she hadn't seen the scene in the dream, she might have felt that this statement made sense, but those dreams kept reminding her that this was not the case.

Her dream should not go wrong...

(End of this chapter)