The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 835 Accompany me to a place

Yan Zhixin chatted with Mr. Marlowe a few times, and took the time to re-read the revised "Elf" and the script. When she felt confident about the play, it was almost time to leave for Hollywood.

Notifying Gu Yisheng and Su Nianci to meet up in Hollywood directly, Yan Zhixin checked the weather in Hollywood on the Internet, and when she was about to pack her luggage, Mo Junting's deep and magnetic voice came from behind: "Yanzhi, come here."

Yan Zhixin turned her head, and saw the figure of the man standing by the door, his figure was extraordinarily tall in the backlight, but he couldn't see his expression.

Her heart suddenly raised a few points.

Worried that he would suddenly backtrack and refuse to let her go to Hollywood, she walked up to him cautiously, seeing that he didn't look unhappy, but instead had an indescribable affection, she was slightly relieved: "What's wrong?"

Mo Junting held her hand: "Accompany me to a place."

Go out and turn right, walk through the garden, and come to a carved gate.

Looking inside, the building in the center of the courtyard combines the architectural styles of Huaxia and the fighting nation, giving people a strange but indescribable harmony.

Yan Zhixin had passed by this building several times, but had never seen the owner inside.

Mo Junting suddenly brought her here. She thought it was a visiting friend, and subconsciously looked at the door plate, but Mo Junting opened the door directly, and said softly: "This is where my great-grandfather and great-grandmother lived, and it is also where my 15-year-old grandpa lived. The place where I lived before my age."

The wind blows.

His voice was a little ethereal in the wind.

Yan Zhixin noticed the emotion hidden in his voice, raised her eyes to look at him, and was about to say something, but he just smiled: "Go in."

The layout inside is the same as that seen from the outside, and it is also a fusion of two very different styles.

Walking along the road, I saw a lot of leisure equipment for the elderly, but most of them were training grounds such as shooting ranges, and there was a row of empty bullet casings inlaid on the ground next to them.

She looked at the yard, and he looked at her, telling her the scenery of every place, or telling her how his childhood was.

That row of empty shell casings was left when he fired the first time.

Walking through the courtyard, Mo Junting did not open the door to enter, but turned to the next door of the building——

There is a "school" that belongs to him alone, with classrooms, laboratories, piano rooms, and activity rooms. He is in the "school", and different subjects have different teachers to teach him.

These teachers are almost all the residents of the nursing home, and they are also the people at the top of the pyramid in their own field.

Saying everyone's name can make people exclaim: "Wow, it's amazing."

But Yan Zhixin felt sorry for him.

A kid living in a nursing home full of old people, no friends, no peers, tons of lessons, an hour of playtime a day...not more than 5 minutes.

What kind of life was that?
Like going to jail!
"It's not all like that." Recalling the past, Mo Junting's voice was faint, "At that time, my great-grandfather was the head of the family, and he went to many countries to attend various meetings every year. I went out with him since I was seven years old, and I haven't been here all the time. "

When he was 15 years old, he had been to two-thirds of the countries in the world.

But he still has no friends.

Because, what my great-grandfather met was either a business tycoon or a head of government.

His world is full of adults.

There are no children.

Yan Zhixin felt a little uncomfortable hearing that, and squeezed his hand tightly: "Are they treating you like this alone? Why are they so strict?"

(End of this chapter)