Chapter 60 Tombstone
She didn't stand in front of the door for too long, when the security guard of the house noticed something strange and came out with an umbrella to question her.
There was no one in front of the gate.
The security guard went back feeling confused.
At this moment, Shen Pianpian was at the back of Huo's house, trying hard to get through the dog hole.
The Huo residence covers a large area, and the wall at the back directly surrounds Peacock Mountain, which is quite famous in Yungang. Of course, the land of this mountain has always belonged to the Huo family.
Probably no one knew that this was the way to enter the Huo residence, but our Miss Shen looked very familiar with both her movements and behavior, as if she had practiced it thousands of times.
When she successfully crawled through the dog hole and stood up from the grass, she was completely disfigured.
There was even some dirt on his face.
But she didn't seem to care about her embarrassment at all.
She looked at the mountain in front of her. The rustling of leaves in the night rain and the occasional bird song seemed blurry and hazy.
She sniffed and silently began to climb the mountain in the rain.
Twelve o'clock late at night.
This luxurious and British-style ancient manor had already fallen into silence, with only the dim street lights still working silently.
They silently illuminated a slender figure that was struggling to move up the mountain, slipping with every step.
She staggered along the way, constantly reaching out to pull away the grass leaves that were almost as tall as a person. Her clean sneakers sank into the mud step by step. The sharp edges of the grass leaves cut her palms, leaving tiny beads of blood, which were quickly washed away by the heavy rain, leaving no trace.
She climbed very slowly and with difficulty, taking one step deep and one step shallow, but she never stopped.
When we reached the top of the mountain, the sound of wind and rain suddenly became louder.
This is a wide and carefully maintained platform with a vast surging sea behind it.
Against the backdrop of the constant sound of the tide, a small tombstone stands silently in the wind and rain.
Shen Pianpian walked closer in a daze, and with every shaky step, the past and the present kept swirling and flashing.
With every step she took closer to the small stone tablet, she could no longer control her tears.
Until she stood in front of the tombstone and reached out to touch the cold stone.
Following those depressions and groping one word at a time, those lines gradually emerged in my heart, and finally pieced together a most familiar name.
The filial daughter Xia Yun stood tall.
After a brief moment of disbelief, she finally couldn't help but squat down in the sound of wind and rain, crying like a child, gasping for breath.
The rain that fell from the night sky all over the world was like a roaring sea, completely drowning the figure that was crying miserably in the darkness.
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"Pian Pian hasn't come yet?"
Lang Qiao opened the door of the dressing room and looked inside, but only saw Shi Qile sitting with his legs crossed and playing with his cell phone.
The Emperor glanced at him nonchalantly, waved his hand and said,
"I'm trying to call her, but I can't get through."
Lang Qiao looked at his watch and frowned.
"That shouldn't be the case. I remember she has never been late before."
"So being late once is understandable," Shi Qile smiled and stood up, flicking his already changed clothes. "At worst, I can just shoot my part first and move hers to the back."
"That's all we can do for now."
Lang nodded quietly and turned around to ask the assistant director to continue calling Shen Pianpian to urge her, but as soon as he turned around, he saw the person who was waiting.
She was wearing a simple shirt and jeans and carrying a bag as she walked towards the dressing room.
She was still a beautiful girl with a slender figure, but the look in her eyes from afar made people feel some subtle difference.
It was not until he got closer that Shi Qile, who had just stepped out of the door, raised his eyebrows and said,
"What's going on? You look so pale. Did you get sick yesterday?"
Shen Pianxian raised her head and smiled at them as usual.
"No, I just didn't sleep well. I'm going in to change first."
Just as the dressing room door closed behind me, my cell phone rang.
She picked up the phone.
"Did you find out?"
"I found out," the bald agent over there looked at the A4 paper in his hand and couldn't help but asked in confusion.
"But what do you want Ning Qianqian's schedule for?"
Shen Pianpian did not answer.
In the mirror, she had no expression on her face, her lips pursed into an indifferent straight line.
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