Chapter 163 You Are a Miracle

No umbrella.

The lights in the rain were also dim yellow.

Cheng Zhiyuan stood silently in front of the tombstone, his silhouette like a solid statue. The heavy rain soaked his hair and clothes, but he seemed unaware of it.

It took him a long time to take a step forward and slowly reach out to touch the cold stone tablet.

The voice that opened was hoarse and low, drowned in the rain and even I couldn't hear it clearly.

"I never believe in gods or Buddhas."

The fingers slowly slid down from the rough stone surface of the top of the tombstone, like a gentle caress, cautiously afraid of awakening the soul.

"But I believe in miracles," the man said in a slow and vague voice, with a heavy feeling in his throat.

"I believe you, Xia Yunduan."

"Or should I call you, Shen Pianpian."

His fingers finally touched the words deeply engraved on the stele, and a smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth. This smile was blurred in the dim rain light, but it was particularly clear.

"You have always been my miracle."

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It didn't take Shen Pianxian much effort to climb over the balcony by stepping on the flower pot. When her feet touched the ground, she breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the height below, and patted her chest.

"Shen Pianxian, you're great. You can go and shoot difficult action scenes in the future."

After praising herself, she tiptoed stealthily to look inside the curtains. In the dim light, she quickly locked onto the food box on the sink.

"Anyway, the big boss isn't going home tonight, so he definitely won't eat the leftover food. I just don't want to waste it."

Miss Shen found a very sufficient excuse for herself, and quickly ran to the kitchen sink with her hungry stomach.

The wind outside the window blew up the gauze curtains, casting dim light and shadows into the living room, and Shen Pianpian suddenly froze.

She was standing in the living room, not far away from the kitchen counter with the food box, but her attention was completely attracted by something else.

That's a piano.

It was placed in the center of the side hall, with a faint light cast on the piano as the gauze curtains fluttered.

It was a familiarity that could be confirmed without turning on the light, an old item that accompanied her during her childhood.

It was her mother's piano, an old piano that was sold at auction for 30 million yuan.

Shen Pianpian was in a trance for a moment.

Then she walked closer step by step, and her fingertips felt a cool touch on the black piano cover.

So, it was him.

It turns out that the person who took the photo of the Eye of the Sea and the person who took the photo of the piano were both him.

Shen Pianpian couldn't explain her current mood for a moment.

All kinds of emotions tangled together in my heart became a mess, but eventually turned into three simple and bitter words.

Why?

She stroked the piano cover, and the image of that cold, restrained, and handsome face emerged in her mind. She asked in her heart,

Cheng Zhiyuan, why are you doing this?

Outside the window, the night rain was drizzling. The girl stood by the piano, silently for a long time.

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The next day, they had to shoot an outdoor scene in the mountains, so Shen Pianpian got up very early.

Uncle Mao was shocked when she got into the car with dark circles under her eyes.

"What's wrong with you? Did you stay up late last night?"

"I'm hungry!"

Miss Shen ignored his question and continued yelling.

I was so shocked when I saw the piano last night that I forgot about the important things I was doing. Only after I turned back did I remember my original purpose.

But by then I no longer had the energy or the energy to turn it over again.

Seeing his artist looking pitiful and hungry, Uncle Mao had no choice but to stop the car on the side of the road and let Shi Yi go down to buy some breakfast.

It was still dark and the road was still wet.

On the set more than ten kilometers away, some people were already waiting early.

This person was not anyone from the crew, but the cold-faced president of Mingzhu Media, Ning Haoyu.

He checked his watch and then looked back the way he had come.

In that direction, Shen Pianpian's nanny car was coming.

At this time, the big boss who had stayed in Cheng's house for a night had just opened the door of the California Sunshine Apartment.

He slowly walked out of the French window and looked at the balcony next door.

Smiled slightly.