Chapter 292 Dear Grandpa
cloudy day.
The sky overhead was a dark, smoky gray.
Shen Pianpian sat on a chair by the river, flipping through a script and brewing her emotions. The wind was very strong, and she reached out from time to time to tuck the hair that was blowing on her face behind her ears.
The movement revealed her graceful profile and the red teardrop mole at the corner of her eye.
It looks really beautiful in the faint light of the sky.
When I reached out again, there was another clicking sound beside my ear.
Shen Pianpian's fingers froze, and when she turned around, Yan Yi had already taken back his phone.
These days she has become accustomed to this person taking pictures from time to time. After being disturbed, she just glared at him fiercely and lowered her head to continue reading the script.
Du Ruo, who was not far away, had red eyes from jealousy, and looked like he wanted to smash the phone to pieces.
The director called out, "Let the show begin."
Shen Pianpian closed the script, stood up, and walked out briskly.
The cool breeze blew across the wide river surface and ran to a farther place.
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At the same time, it was raining heavily in Yungang, thousands of miles away.
In the old British-style manor, the old man slowly walked into the study and took off his coat. Someone immediately took it respectfully and hung it on the carved hanger by the door.
Then he sat down at the desk, his face showing some fatigue, and said lightly,
"Open the window."
The stained glass windows were opened as instructed, and the sound of thunder and rain rushed in. Silver snake-like lightning flashed from time to time in the dark sky, plowing thousands of criss-crossing furrows in the vast sky.
A strong wind blew, pulling the gorgeous retro curtains in front of the window, making them fly in disarray.
The old man sighed quietly and said without any emotion,
"It's been a long time since Yungang has had such heavy rain."
"Yes," the speaker was called Huo Lang, who had been Huo Chengde's bodyguard for more than ten years. He was a shadowy presence. He was talking to the old man in a casual tone.
"I heard the city is jammed with traffic right now. There was even a traffic accident at the Phoenix intersection. The young master is on his way to the airport, and I'm afraid he's stuck there too."
Huo Chengde laughed.
"This kid must be cursing again, let him block it."
Amid the sound of the pouring rain, another strong wind blew in through the window, and a pile of documents on the desk were blown over and flew into the air.
The white papers fluttered and fell back onto the table with a rustling sound, overlapping and crisscrossing in a mess.
Huo Lang immediately stepped forward and began to clean up. The old man glanced lightly at the messy documents.
I don’t know what he saw, but his eyes suddenly moved.
Before Huo Lang packed up, he took out a sheepskin envelope.
"What's this?"
Huo Lang glanced at the envelope and thought for a while before saying,
"When I went to the capital before, a little girl said she wrote you a letter on behalf of her friend. I forgot to throw it away, so I put it in the study among a pile of documents."
As he said this, he reached out to take the envelope.
The old man was silent for a moment, handed him the envelope, but stopped him from stepping towards the trash can and said,
"Open it. It's okay to take a look when you have nothing to do."
Huo Lang nodded, carefully took out a knife, and carefully cut open the envelope. Then he pinched a corner of the letter with his fingers and lifted it up. The paper unfolded without any abnormality.
He carefully touched the entire piece of paper, then held the letter and handed it to the old man respectfully.
Huo Chengde took it and saw the first sentence under the turned-on desk lamp.
That was the beginning of the letter, the most universal prefix that everyone would use.
Honey.
After this prefix comes the formal title.
Grandpa.
Dear grandpa.
Thunder exploded outside the window, and the strong wind blowing from the sea brought heavy rain, flooding the entire city.
And in this peaceful and quaint manor, in an open stained-glass window, the old man suddenly covered his heart with his hand.
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