The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 752 Then send him to prison
When this name was mentioned, Wen Lueyan entered the door of Uncle Lin's house for the first time.

It was a more cramped room than his home, and there was a small photo wall next to the TV wall in the living room.

Wen Lueyan put down the cup in his hand and walked over there slowly.

That is the growth record of the three children from childhood to adulthood.

And he saw the most outstanding sister among them at a glance.

There is a red tear mole under her eyes, a girl who looks more beautiful when she smiles than blooming flowers.

From the old photos of babbling, to the appearance of looking back and laughing in the sea breeze on the deck.

Sure enough, just as he had imagined, the girl's hair was blown by the wind, and she fluttered like a black flag, while her pouty lips and bright white teeth were all brilliance that could light up the world.

He even smelled the sea breeze in a trance.

It was the damp background sound of the girl talking on the deep sea radio station.

The boy's forehead was slightly tensed, but he tried his best to keep his chin tensed,
"This is Lin Zhihui?"

"Pretty?"

Papa Lin, who was getting a beer from the refrigerator, smiled faintly, his voice was full of world-weary tiredness that could not go back.

Wen Lueyan calmly replied yes.

He turned sideways to the direction of the refrigerator, took a step forward, touched a photo without showing any traces, tore off a small photo sticker, and quietly hid it in his sleeve .

Uncle Lin then came out with a beer,
"Have a drink."

"Okay."

The boy bent his eyes and agreed without any strangeness.

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The setting sun smears the entire old area.

At this time, the outdoor air was still a little scorching hot. The two of them were sitting on some dilapidated old balconies, with cold air slowly flowing out from the floor-to-ceiling windows behind them.

Hearing the humming sound of the old-fashioned air conditioner in the room behind him, Wen Lueyan lifted the beer can and took a sip. The thin water flowed into his collar along his light-colored lips, leaving a small piece of fair skin become moist.

The golden sunset was reflected in the boy's pupils, and those fine shadows hung on the treetops, and it took a long time to slide down slowly.

After a while, he suddenly asked,
"Uncle, if your daughter hasn't left..."

After a slight pause, the boy changed his words again,

"I mean, if her soul is still in this world and refuses to leave, what do you think is the reason?"

After a moment of silence, a low sneer came from beside him,

"What else could it be for?"

Once the middle-aged man remembered those old things, the blood and tears buried deep in the ashes, he couldn't help the hatred and resentment in his voice,

"It must be hatred! Feeling wronged! Feeling pain! Feeling unable to escape, surrounded by fire and endless sea water! I can't even put myself in the ground!"

In a short sentence, the man gritted his teeth and couldn't hold back the uncontrollable pain in his voice,
"I can't even put myself in the ground...my return..."

The man covered his eyes with his hands, and a thin stream of water flowed out from between his fingers.

And the young man sitting beside him, with one long leg bent, calmly looked at the setting sun in the distance, and said after a while,

"Then, send Mr. Song of Lanjiang to prison."

He leaned his head against the wall, sitting in this dilapidated place, with a calm look in his eyes as if he was just explaining what to eat tomorrow.

But the setting sun caught his eyes, and the golden red and amber met. It was something more persistent and hard than metal, and it was more likely to hurt people than the hottest summer sun.

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After that, Wen Lueyan made the last major decision of this summer vacation.

He gave up the Academy of Fine Arts.

Before the start of school, he called the teacher temporarily, hoping to pass the exam and transfer to the school's finance major.

(End of this chapter)