Chapter 175 Gu Yue's Past

"Okay, I see, you go."

Rossini is gone.

Nie Shuangyan flipped through the documents, remembered the matter before resting, and started to deal with the matter according to the documents left by Luo Xini the next day.

Nothing happened for the next few months.

Half a month later, Luo Xinni and Wang Qiguo came back, and Luo Xinni took over the affairs of the studio again.

A month later, twelve directors recruited by Wen Po Di began filming online dramas and movies, and most of the artists from the acting department were selected.

A month and a half later, Wenpodi found a few people to write lyrics. He then focused on the artists who came from the vocal music department, and went to the recording studio with singers all day long.

As a result, the studio room was once again less tense and even empty.

Nie Shuangyan is used to the excitement, and sometimes she would be startled when she went downstairs, with a feeling of "my mother, why is this so fucking deserted".

Three months later, Zhuang Jinse came back. After a week's rest, she was taken away by the artist assigned to her by Wen Po Di to participate in a variety show.

Nie Shuangyan knew about these things, but without her hands, she felt nothing. She still had fun all day long, and went down to see how Jiang Siwei was repairing the house.

More than four months later, Gu Yue came. She didn't know how he got rid of Nie Wuyan before coming to her. Knowing Nie Wuyan's character, it was absolutely impossible for him to come here easily. She couldn't think of it. Knowing how he got here, after much deliberation, it might be because his father's charm is so great that he put himself in danger.

When Gu Yue came, the manager was downstairs, and while wiping his sweat, he sighed and said, "My ancestor, you do these things all day, it's really scary, you can't be honest Do you want to wait?"

Gu Yue ignored him and said, "I'll go up and come down soon."

He had no choice but to let him go.

Gu Yue went up to Nie Shuangyan's room and asked directly, "Where is your father?"

Nie Shuangyan was surprised. Even though her father was such a playboy, someone actually liked him. She asked, "What? You really like him."

Gu Yue was a little impatient: "Say it directly, it's useless not to talk to me about it."

Nie Shuangyan smiled, felt the temperature from the gem, and confirmed that it was useful for the Eight Bitter Treasure Vase. He immediately stopped talking to him about it, and slowly opened the box of Diemenglai. The smoke floated out and got in. Gu Yue's body fell to the ground.

This is the third time.

Nie Shuangyan was very accustomed to sitting on the bed and looking at the electronic screen that appeared in front of him.

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"Shaohua is gone, the flowers in the mirror are yellow, and the rouge is rolling on the cheeks.

In the spring of that year, swallows flew in front of the hall, and it was difficult to see the king Xie in front of the hall.

Pat the rails, rain beat peonies.Once I wake up, I feel desolate. In my dream, forty guests go.

It's so ridiculous when you look at it. "

A strange word sounded, which was the most popular song 30 years ago.At that time, it was customary to turn ancient poems into lyrics and then set them to music and sing them into songs.

The mood of this song is very beautiful.

And the voice of the singer is also extremely beautiful, ethereal and clear, which makes people feel at ease after listening to it.

Gu Yueying heard it in her ears but felt it was very irritating, as if her ears were filled with the sound of a hundred people sawing wood.

He really disliked her.

When he heard her singing, he shouted there: "Stop barking, come and eat."

The man stopped singing and walked over with a smile.

The person who walked over was a beauty. Although her hair was a little gray, the corners of her eyes were wrinkled, and her cheeks were sunken due to long-term malnutrition, it could still be seen that she was a beauty when she was young, the kind of stunning beauty .

Seeing her coming, Gu Yueying brought her a stool and said, "Sit down."

She sat down with a smile, opened her mouth and said, "Azai, I'm hungry and I want to eat."

With disgust in his eyes, he scooped out the dry porridge and put it in a bowl. He touched the bowl and found that the porridge had been there for a while and was now only slightly warm. He confirmed the temperature before saying: "Open your mouth and eat."

She opened her mouth.

He fed a spoonful of porridge into it.

She opened her mouth.

He fed her a cut pickle.

……

He kept repeating this process until he finished feeding the bowl of porridge.

He asked, "Are you still hungry?"

"hungry."

"Are you full?"

"full."

Like a child, he had no idea what he was talking about and could only parrot the last two words.

He sighed helplessly, and stretched out his hand to touch her belly, which was round, probably full.

He was pushed away unexpectedly.

There was hatred in the innocent and childish eyes of the woman. She rushed up with the stool, intending to hit him with the stool, and cursed: "Zhang Yunan, you bastard, I hate you, I hate you!"

While cursing, he hit him with a stool, very harshly.

Gu Yueying put the bowl away from her hand before she started to be on guard. There were only two bowls at home, and if they were broken, it would cost money. How could he have money.

He lowered his head, grabbed the stool, grabbed the stool from her hand and threw it aside, then hugged her: "It's all over, it's all over."

As he comforted her, the woman calmed down, the hatred in her eyes faded, and she looked at the young man in front of her with a bit of confusion. She felt distressed and wanted to touch him but didn't dare to: "Azai, what's wrong with you? , whoever beat you, tell mom, and mom will take care of them."

Gu Yueying sighed, and he comforted him: "It's okay, I beat them all away, Mom, go and rest for a while, I'll come and accompany you after dinner."

"Okay." The woman whispered again, "Azai, I'm a bit stuck, can I walk?"

She was afraid that Gu Yueying would disagree, so she emphasized: "I'll only take a walk in the yard, not far away."

He nodded wearily: "Okay, just take a walk in the yard, you can't go out, you can't go far."

"Okay." She smiled happily, like a girl.

He watched her walk away without any emotion in his eyes. If there was hatred and resentment at first, but after so many years, all his emotions have been worn out.

What can he do?

She was his mother, what could he do to her?What's more, except for the occasional tantrum when she thinks about that man because of his expressionless look, most of the time she is gentle and harmless, and feels sorry for him because of his injuries.

As a child, what can he do.

He bowed his head and began to pack things, and there was nothing to clean up, except for bowls and stools. He put things away and ate porridge with pickles. He fished out most of the dry porridge and fed it to her. The rest was almost worth the weight. The top is rice soup, which means that he is full of rice soup.

Although I'm not really hungry, at least I've deceived my stomach.

When he gets hungry after a while, he can go to the part-time job and eat whatever he wants.

Provided he is lucky.

However, most people who go there don't care about the little money.

(End of this chapter)

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