Shen Huai was dragged by Ye Cang to do a physical examination, and the results showed that everything was normal. His physical fitness was much better than that of his peers.

Shen Huai did not take these to heart, just thinking that he was too tired recently. Thinking of promising Tang Wanjun to accompany her to Hong Kong, he simply took a vacation.

Ye Cang still had work to do, so he could only watch Shen Huai go out with resentment. Shen Huai was a little amused and kissed his cheek: "I will bring you a gift when I get home."

Ye Cang touched his cheek. Although he was comforted, he was still a little depressed.

After Shen Huai left, Ye Cang went back to his room to write songs, but he was extremely focused on his work in the past, but now he couldn't calm down at all. He took off his headphones and stood up to move his body.

The house was quiet. Chu Meibo and Song Yimian were out filming, Xue Chengge was still participating in a show, and the whole villa complex was exceptionally quiet.

This made Ye Cang feel a sense of panic, as if he had returned to the time after his death, when he was trapped in the house, all alone. It was

just that he had been alone for thirty years back then, and he had gotten through it like this, but now that Shen Huai had only been out for a few hours, he was already a little impatient.

He shook his head and threw all these emotions out of his mind. He was not in the mood to write a song at the moment, so he took out his phone and checked Weibo.

Who knew that he happened to see someone meet Shen Huai at the airport. The blogger seemed to be a fan of Shen Huai, and the entire Weibo post was filled with excitement and surprise.

[I went to Hong Kong with my bestie and ran into an agent at the airport. 5555 is so handsome in person!! He has a very good temper. Not only did he agree to take a photo, but he also allowed us to take a few more photos when the first one didn’t go well. Aaaaaa, Mr. Shen, I love you forever!! ] Since

Shen Huai’s identity was exposed, he has good looks, money, and ability. He is simply a domineering CEO in the real world. Although he doesn’t use Weibo much on weekdays, this Weibo post quickly attracted a lot of people.

[Envy lady, Mr. Shen is really handsome in person! I want to take a photo too! ]

[I’m stunned! ]

[Huai Huai is mine! Everyone, draw your swords! ]

[LS, get out of here, Huai Huai is on my bed! ]

[Why can’t Mr. Shen make his debut!! Mr. Guo from Guanrui next door has made his debut! (No.)

Ye Cang looked at the desperate confessions of wife fans and girlfriend fans below, and his heart was so sour that it almost burst into water.

But he couldn't do anything. Finally, he angrily searched for all the Weibo posts related to "Cang Huai" on Weibo and liked them one by one.

Your father's fans:???

Although they were confused for a while, as stupid fans of stupid bloggers, they quickly found a reason for your father.

[On the cultivation of a CP fan]

[Our father is a CP fan as his main job and a music blogger as a side job]

[Wait, am I the only one who thinks that my father was stimulated by something?]

[For example, his wife is not at home?]

Ye Cang: "..."

It's heartbreaking.

——After

Shen Huai got off the plane, he followed Tang Wanjun's instructions and took a car to the cemetery.

He tilted his head to glance at Tang Wanjun who was sitting in the back seat. She was staring blankly out the window. There seemed to be nostalgia in her eyes, and there seemed to be more complicated emotions.

When they arrived at the cemetery, Shen Huai bought a bouquet of flowers and followed Tang Wanjun slowly inside.

The sky was gray at this time, as if it was going to rain. The cemetery was quiet and there were few people.

Shen Huai and Tang Wanjun didn't speak. After walking for a distance, Tang Wanjun stopped.

In front of her was a very simple cemetery. The tombstones were swept clean, and there were flowers and fruits placed in front. Tomb There is a photo on the tombstone. The girl in the photo is smiling like a flower and looks exactly like her.

This is Tang Wanjun's own cemetery.

In fact, when Tang Wanjun reported the name of the cemetery, Shen Huai had already guessed it.

Although Tang Wanjun has been dead for many years and is still in the state of a ghost, it still takes a lot of courage to really face herself lying in the cemetery.

Shen Huai said nothing, but silently placed the bouquet in his hand in front of the tomb, and then walked away, considerately leaving Tang Wanjun some time alone.

This cemetery is very large, and many celebrities are buried there. At a glance, there are neatly arranged tombstones, which looks very It was solemn and somewhat eerie.

Ever since Shen Huai had the ability to see ghosts, he would be particularly worried when he came to such places.

A damp wind blew before the rain, and Shen Huai looked back at the aisle on the other side, only to see a figure passing through a row of tombstones, but when he looked carefully, there was no one there.

Shen Huai frowned slightly, and was about to go that way, but Tang Wanjun had already walked over and directly diverted Shen Huai's attention.

Although Tang Wanjun looked a little depressed, Shen Huai felt that she seemed to have removed the shackles in her heart, and the whole person looked much brighter.

The two slowly walked down the mountain, and they didn't expect to walk... It started to rain halfway through the meeting, and Shen Huai hurriedly ran to a pavilion to take shelter from the rain.

Looking at the drizzling rain, Tang Wanjun suddenly said: "You must have always been curious about who killed me?"

Shen Huai was slightly stunned. He didn't expect Tang Wanjun to bring up this matter on her own initiative.

Tang Wanjun chuckled: "I know many people are speculating that it was my agent who did it. When I was alive, we had a bad relationship, but to be honest, she didn't hate me enough to kill me."

Shen Huai realized something: "You..."

Tang Wanjun let out a long breath: "Probably no one thought that the person who killed me would be my own sister."

Shen Huai looked at her in shock.

"Surprised? "Tang Wanjun laughed, "I was also surprised. She is two years older than me. I always thought that although our relationship was not good, I provided food and clothing for the whole family and sent my nephews and nieces to school. Even if she was not grateful to me, she should at least not hate me."

"But I was wrong. She hated me. When my family was poor, her parents married her to an old drunkard in exchange for the bride price. Originally, my fate was the same as hers, but I joined a record company. When she was beaten by the old drunkard at home, I was singing and dancing on the stage. When she was struggling to give birth to her third child in the hospital, I was already famous in Hong Kong."

"I once advised her to divorce, but she refused. Our relationship became very bad for a while. Later, the old drunkard fell into the river and drowned. I thought our relationship would get better, but I was wrong. She blamed everything on me. No matter what I did, as long as I was alive, it was a satire on her failed life."

Tang Wanjun said lightly, but Shen Huai felt very uncomfortable in his heart. He whispered: "This is not your fault. Everything you have is... , you have worked hard to achieve it. Only cowards and incompetent people will throw the responsibility of failure to others. "

Tang Wanjun stared at him blankly, and suddenly laughed: "Yes, you are right, he said so too."

Tang Wanjun did not say who that he was, but Shen Huai had already guessed that Tang Wanjun's personality seemed carefree, but in fact she was very sensitive. She died in that situation. If no one had comforted her, she might not be like this now. But

Shen Huai did not ask, as he said before, everyone has privacy, as long as Tang Wanjun does not say it, he will respect her.

After the two of them came down the mountain, Tang Wanjun became a full-time guide. She has always loved eating. Although she had a company to work for in the past, she still found the opportunity to secretly go out to eat a few times. She knows all the small shops hidden in the alleys in Hong Kong.

Shen Huai knew that she was in a bad mood today, and wanted to make her happier, so he let her do what she wanted.

When they returned to the hotel in the evening, Tang Wanjun had completely recovered to normal, and she didn't look gloomy at all.

Seeing this, Shen Huai said, "I've booked a room for you, you should go back and rest early." Tang Wanjun

nodded, and without waiting for Shen Huai to say anything, she went straight through the wall, but soon came back screaming softly.

Shen Huai said helplessly, "It's the other side."

Tang Wanjun stuck out her tongue, and followed his instructions to go directly through the wall. Before Shen Huai could rest assured, she popped her head out of the wall again and whispered, "Thank you for today!"

Shen Huai was given a good guy card for no reason, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. After Tang Wanjun finished speaking, she went back through the wall with a "whoosh". Shen

Huai smiled helplessly and shook his head.

——The

rainy night was particularly cool. The neon lights of Hong Kong illuminated the city with colorful colors. People in the market were noisy, and there were a lot of cars on the road. The long stream of cars was like a stream shining with silver light. The most famous artists were shown on the screen on the outer wall of the high-rise building, and the employees in the company yawned and worked overtime.

Pei Ran sat on the roof of the hotel, looking at everything in front of him.

He was born in Hong Kong, grew up in Hong Kong, became famous in Hong Kong, and dedicated his life in Hong Kong. On the day of his death, he had no resentment, but a sense of relief.

This feeling of unloading a heavy burden made him feel very relaxed.

But after returning to Hong Kong, everything in front of him made him feel both familiar and unfamiliar.

Just as he was thinking, a laughing voice suddenly came from the side: "I knew you were here!"

Pei Ran didn't turn around, he also guessed who the person was.

He whispered, "How did you know I was here?"

Tang Wanjun sat next to him and said, "You used to like sitting at the highest point of the Xiangjiang Sports Center. You have never changed this habit, so I guessed that you should be here. Am I right?"

Pei Ran laughed, but coughed a few times unconsciously.

He was a ghost, and he would not cough originally, but it was probably because of the pain before death that he could not completely forget, so he developed this habit.

Tang Wanjun looked at his profile, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "I've figured it out. I want to get out of this and have a new life."

Pei Ran was stunned, then smiled softly: "Congratulations."

Tang Wanjun stood up with her hands on her hips, pointing to the Xiangjiang Sports Center in the distance: "I will definitely go back there to hold a concert again in the future!"

In Hong Kong, holding a concert at the Xiangjiang Sports Center is the most important indicator to test whether an artist is popular.

But Tang Wanjun in the past, let alone such a far-reaching goal, she didn't even want to live again.

Pei Ran watched her change step by step, and couldn't help but sigh: "Shen Huai is a very good person."

Tang Wanjun nodded: "Yes, he is really a good person!"

She was so shy in front of Shen Huai that she hesitated for a long time even to say thank you, but in front of Pei Ran, she was very frank: "Not only him, Ye Cang, Mei Jie, and Lao Guo are all good people. If you meet them, you will definitely become friends!"

Pei Ran didn't say anything, but just reached out and touched Tang Wanjun's head.

Tang Wanjun quickly pulled his hand down: "I'm not a child anymore, don't touch my head every time."

Pei Ran laughed: "Who was it that was afraid of ghosts when he was a ghost?"

Tang Wanjun: "..."

She was embarrassed and angry: "Why are you still talking about such an old thing!" Then she asked suspiciously, "You are not deliberately changing the subject?"

"How could it be?" Pei Ran looked innocent, "You are too sensitive."

Tang Wanjun has known him for many years and is very clear about his true nature. She always feels that he is hiding something from her.

But she naturally couldn't fight Pei Ran. After a few words, Pei Ran distracted her attention and forgot what she wanted to ask before.

After Tang Wanjun went back to rest, the smile on Pei Ran's face cooled down. He stretched out his hand and pinched out a shadow from the darkness. The shadow was exposed to the moonlight, revealing a terrifying face. Although the human form could still be seen, the eyes had long lost their humanity, leaving only greed and viciousness.

Pei Ran used a little force with his fingers and pinched it to death.

He couldn't help coughing a few more times, and said coldly to the darkness around him: "Get lost!"

The dark night was filled with ink, and finally seemed to be shot at him, and slowly retreated.