After the movie, you are in the headlines again

Chapter 570 You Sell Yourself
The two walked around the neighborhood with the popcorn and sent the popcorn back to the hotel. Gu Qingcheng took Ye Li out to eat.

After staying here for a long time, I still found some delicious restaurants.

After dinner, Ye Li suddenly said: "I heard that there is a mountain in Rongcheng now, and the incense is on the mountain, let's go and see it together."

Gu Qingcheng was very surprised when she heard the words. She thought Ye Li was an absolute materialist, so she clicked her tongue, "Do you still believe this?"

Ye Li smiled, without any embarrassment, "There are some things that I would rather believe."

Gu Qingcheng pursed her mouth and didn't speak anymore, doubting that she would never see the day when he scratched his head in anxiety and embarrassment.

There were many people during the holiday, so the two took a bus to go there.

On the way, Gu Qingcheng was recognized by someone, and she heard "sister" incessantly. Gu Qingcheng was both helpless and funny. In fact, some people could tell at a glance that she was older than her, but...

After signing autographs for the fans and chatting for a while, the two were overwhelmed by popular science attractions and folk customs. Ye Li didn't find a chance to talk to Gu Qingcheng.

When I got out of the car, someone suddenly said, "Is Mr. Ye the one who is with my sister?"

"Ah, yes, yes, it seems to be, it seems to be."

"He seems to be getting drinks for my sister, wow, so considerate." Someone screamed.

So a group of people wanted to paste it on the window of the bus to see Gu Qingcheng and Ye Li, the overall weight of the bus was cheap, and the bus driver complained endlessly.

The hidden mountains in Rongcheng are lush and lush, and the end can't be seen at a glance.

Along the mountain path, the two climbed up the steps.

The bluestone steps depict the history of the Tibetan mountain, and Gu Qingcheng's heart is strangely calm. For some reason, she has a sacred feeling like a pilgrimage.

Looking at the endless mountain road, Gu Qingcheng suddenly asked Ye Li: "Do you believe in reincarnation?"

Ye Li glanced at her, didn't say he believed it, nor said he didn't believe it, but asked her back, "What about you? Do you believe it?"

"I believe that everything has its origin." Gu Qingcheng said lightly, "Good and evil are rewarded."

What responded to her was a moment of silence. Everything has its source, and good and evil are rewarded. Isn't it talking about their past?
"Have you had any nightmares lately?"

Gu Qingcheng was startled and shook his head.

Ye Li quietly looked at her back, and was silent again.

In fact, Gu Qingcheng never told him about the scene in his dream, and he never asked about it.

She knew that he was unwilling to confide the past easily, so she refused to ask again, and he, in fact, knew that the past would one day be pieced together in her mind, and she didn't want to test her dreams and thoughts again and again, because, every time Thinking of it once is a heartbreak for him.

"Is your mother better?" Gu Qingcheng suddenly asked again.

"Well, it's much better. The environment over there is quiet and more suitable for recuperation."

Gu Qingcheng murmured and did not speak again.

During this time, she thought of He Hui and what happened to He Hui more than once.

She knew that Thirteen was not a person who did nothing out of nowhere, everything he did must have a reason, and when He Hui had an accident, he also clearly said that he was taking revenge on He Hui for her.

He made He Hui pregnant and pushed her down the stairs, so it was He Hui who pushed her down the stairs at that time, which caused her and Ye Li's child to fail to be born?
So, what role did Zuo Jiahe, who He Hui mentioned time and time again, play in it?

Maybe it's time for her to go back to Nanjiang.

"Do you like children?" She looked sideways, "We have been together for so long, you never seem to mention children."

Ye Li's hand that was pinched behind him trembled suddenly, and he trembled uncontrollably.

"Like it." He said hoarsely.

Gu Qingcheng smiled slowly, "That's great, my next movie will be about children."

Ye Li's throat was stuffy for a while, and he couldn't speak.

He really wanted to ask clearly to see how much Gu Qingcheng remembered, but he made up his mind again.

As decisive as he is, there are moments of indecision.

Gu Qingcheng seemed to just ask casually, then smiled and continued to climb the mountain.

After climbing for two full hours, the two arrived at the mountainside. The gate of the Cangshan Temple was wide open. Because of the Golden Week, there were many pilgrims. Gu Qingcheng and Ye Li followed the crowd into the temple.

This temple should have a history of hundreds of years, simple and quiet, with towering ancient trees.

In front of the Daxiong Palace, Gu Qingcheng took the letter of incense from the little monk in the temple, and personally offered three sticks of incense to Wu Zhen, his wife and his mother.

Looking at the majestic Buddha statue, Gu Qingcheng once again asked in her heart, should she be so attached to the past?
No one could give her an answer.

Closing her eyes, the past rushed towards her like fragments.

Gu Qingcheng exhaled lightly, feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

After a flash of time, more than half a month later, "The Legend of Xue Ji" was completed, and after the finale banquet, Gu Qingcheng flew directly to Dongjiang.

The first thing is not to go home, but to go to the old town.

Pushing open the locked door, Gu Qingcheng twirled three sticks of incense to offer incense to Wu Zhen and his wife. After cleaning the house, Gu Qingcheng walked to the library library at the back.

After pushing it away, the first floor is a bookcase specially tailored for her. It is small and short, and the upper part is made of thickened wood. It is equipped with a small ladder, which is very thoughtful.

Now that she has grown up, she no longer needs the little ladder. There are many bookshelves, and there are no picture albums and fairy tale books for young children. There are all kinds of books from elementary introduction to economic law to economic operation, company management, etc.

It's hard to imagine how Wu Zhen raised her at that time. Even now, Gu Qingcheng is still shocked when he sees the room full of books.

Gently brushing off the dust on it, Gu Qingcheng took out a book and was flipping through it when footsteps came from outside.

Gu Qingcheng put down the book and walked out, "Uncle Zheng."

Zheng Anhe came in from the outside, and the drizzle was like silk. He stood the umbrella outside the door and couldn't help smiling when he saw Gu Qingcheng.

"You also liked to stay here when you were a child. You stayed here for most of the day. Others use nursery rhymes to enlighten you. It's better for you to use Das Kapital."

Gu Qingcheng was a little embarrassed, but she continued to ask: "Will I be willing to learn at that time?"

"You have been smart since you were a child, and you are different from other children."

Zheng Anhe walked over, knelt down and took out a book from the lower shelf, "At that time, my uncle often said that if you could inherit his mantle, he would be able to retire when you were ten years old."

"How is it possible?" Gu Qingcheng was surprised, and Zheng Anhe sighed, "Who says it's not? He's too embarrassed to enslave minors."

Gu Qingcheng couldn't laugh or cry for a while, what she and Zheng Anhe said didn't mean the same thing.

After finding a place to sit down, Zheng Anhe suddenly stood up again, "If you don't believe me, I'll find something for you to read."

Gu Qingcheng raised his eyebrows, and saw Zheng Anhe walking upstairs quickly, and after a while, he came out holding a box.

Opening the box, there were painting barrels one after another, Gu Qingcheng picked one up casually, and Zheng Anhe motioned her to look at it casually.

Gu Qingcheng opened the painting and took it out. The background in the scene was familiar. She turned around and saw that it was the sofa in front of her.

The little girl was sitting on the sofa, holding a thick book with three large characters on it, "Das Kapital".

The corner of Gu Qingcheng's mouth twitched, but the girl in the painting still looked serious.

Opened the next one, she was still a little girl, sitting behind something like a desk, with a row of people in front of her, who seemed to be in a meeting.

Gu Qingcheng clicked her tongue and opened it again.

This pair seemed to be the living room in front. She sat beside Wu Zhen and listened to his conversation with the person opposite.

And the person on the opposite side is also very clearly drawn, it seems to be a master of economics who died not long ago.

Gu Qingcheng didn't know what to say at all, the past that she couldn't reach always brought her many surprises.

After putting away the paintings one by one, Gu Qingcheng couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Zheng, didn't Master stop me when I left with my mother?"

"Stop it," Zheng Anhe couldn't help but began to sigh after saying this, "You are smart and precocious, and you know that the conflict between your parents is caused by you, so why would you let your mother leave alone? You are determined to leave, and, because of me , I also had some complaints about my uncle and aunt."

Pursing his lips, Zheng Anhe apologized again, "Later, uncle found out that the DNA samples of you and Fang Hongbo were mistaken, and wanted to test you again, but Fang Hongbo couldn't listen to us at that time, always He felt that we were lying to him, and even broke the relationship with his uncle at one point."

Gu Qingcheng was not surprised by this, Fang Hongbo was such a headstrong person.

"After you left, my uncle and aunt were very sad for a long time. Later, you only learned the piano from your mother and did not touch these anymore. My uncle was very sorry and wanted to bring you back several times, but your mother refused. "

This is understandable, after all, if it wasn't for the Wu family, Gu Yafang and Fang Hongbo wouldn't be separated, and Gu Qingcheng wouldn't be rejected by Fang Hongbo.

Gu Qingcheng caressed those painting barrels lightly. Gu Qingcheng liked the ink and layout very much, "Uncle Zheng, can you give these to me?"

"Okay, I originally wanted to give it to you, but you didn't understand these things when you were young, and then..." He lowered his head and smiled, a little lonely, "I never found a suitable opportunity, and now you like it, I am very happy."

"I really like it."

Gu Qingcheng raised his lips and smiled, planning to find a time to frame all of these.

"But, speaking of it, Uncle Zheng, you are the master's heir. How could master..." Gu Qingcheng pointed to the keys in her hand. Almost all the keys in this family belonged to her.

"Why am I the same as you?" Zheng Anhe laughed, "You were raised as your uncle's heir since childhood. I don't know anything about these things. It would be a waste to leave it to me."

Gu Qingcheng didn't know what to say for a while, but speaking carefully, she and Wu Zhen had no relationship or reason.

"Then what happened later, can Uncle Zheng tell me again?"

Zheng Anhe knew a little about those things, but only a little.

He is not a good saver, and painting has always burned money. When he first heard the news of Gu Yafang's serious illness, he was stunned. He hurriedly went to check his own money, but found that he could only get out a mere few hundred thousand.

But this is just a drop in the bucket for advanced cancer.

So, he and Gu Qingcheng embarked on the road of raising money together.

Borrowing money is not a problem, but the problem is how to repay the loan.

In less than half a year, he and Gu Qingcheng borrowed a mountain of debt. When he realized that this could not go on like this, Gu Qingcheng had already sold himself.

He was angry and annoyed, wishing he could slap himself a few times, but it was useless.

"Sold?" Gu Qingcheng was stunned.

Zheng Anhe closed his eyes weakly and nodded, "I don't know what your exchange terms are, but it shouldn't be money. Since then, Yaya's treatment conditions have improved a lot, but you are still working hard to make money."

He also painted with all his might, and even sold some of the works he had accumulated over the years to pay off his debts, and he treated Gu Yafang by the way.

"Is it Ye Li?"

"..." After a long silence, Zheng Anhe nodded, "It's him."

The bits and pieces of memory were finally reset. Gu Qingcheng couldn't believe it. So, was she really taken care of by Ye Li?
"Then?"

"I didn't know much after that."

He received the news that he was going to copy a huge painting. If the painting was good, the reward would be reasonable. Maybe Gu Yafang's medical expenses would be covered, and maybe he could help Gu Qingcheng pay back some money.

He left in a hurry, and it was too late when he came back.

Gu Yafang was gone, and Gu Qingcheng's temperament changed drastically, as if he had lost his soul.

He questioned Ye Li more than once, but the response he got was silence.

He had a good relationship with Ye Wang. After several visits, he found that the relationship between Ye's husband and wife was cold, especially during that time, Ye Li didn't go home all the year round, and Zuo Jiahe went around trying to find out about his engagement and marriage.

The city was full of wind and rain, and not long after, it was reported that Ye Li and He Hui were engaged.

Zheng Anhe went to look for Ye Li again, only to find that Ye Li was wearing a ring for Gu Qingcheng.

He was furious and wished he could beat Ye Li to death. Over the years, Gu Yafang didn't pay much attention to her, and Gu Qingcheng treated him indifferently, but he loved the mother and daughter very much in his heart. He had fallen to this point. In his heart, Gu Qingcheng was his own daughter.

He scolded him, he beat him, Ye Li didn't say a word.

Zheng Anhe once thought that Gu Qingcheng's life would be like this, but he never thought that one day a vivid Gu Qingcheng would appear in front of him, so much so that he went to see her before he could clean up his image.

Zheng Anhe didn't talk much, but a few words could reveal the hardships involved, and Gu Qingcheng's throat was choked when he heard it.

"Thank you, Uncle Zheng."

Zheng Anhe has no blood relationship with her, and he can do far more than Fang Hongbo for her.

Zheng Anhe shook his head and patted her on the shoulder, "I know you have always wanted to know about the past, although I don't know how you forgot, and I once thought that forgetting is a good thing for you, but if you want to know , you can go to the house in the western suburbs of Nanjiang to have a look, maybe you will think of it and say nothing."

Gu Qingcheng was overjoyed, "The western suburbs of Nanjiang?"

"Yes, you lived there for a long time when you were in a daze after you got sick."

(End of this chapter)