The queen's wife is too sultry

"It turns out that you are a reporter, but the awards ceremony is not over yet, so you left a bit early."

"No, I think I came out just fine."

Ye Zhen raised her eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

Frank pursed his lips and looked at her with his black eyes intently. He said seriously:

"If I hadn't come out early, I might not have met this beautiful lady in front of me."

In normal times, Ye Zhen might feel that the person who said such words was too glib.

But looking at the man's sincere black eyes, for some reason, she didn't feel any disgust in her heart.

"Thank you for the compliment..." Ye Zhen nodded slightly, without much expression on her face.

"If you're leaving, go straight down the road and turn left and you'll see the exit."

After pointing out the way kindly, she wanted to bypass him and leave.

Just a few steps after the two passed by, Frank suddenly stopped her:

"please wait a while."

Ye Zhen turned around and asked him silently.

Frank was silent for a moment, his deep eyes were suddenly stained with a touch of sadness, and he said softly:

"I... want to ask you about someone, you look too much like her."

Ye Zhen raised her eyebrows, "Who?"

"Her name is...Ye Qi."

Ye Zhen's pupils shrank suddenly, and her whole body froze uncontrollably, thinking that she had heard wrong.

She opened her mouth and asked with great difficulty, "Say it again, what's her name?"

Frank looked at her deeply, and repeated very slowly: "Her name is Ye Qi."

"Leaves of leaves, chess pieces of Go."

The brightly lit corridor suddenly fell silent at this moment, the two looked at each other silently, complex emotions collided in each other's eyes, with just one glance, Ye Zhen seemed to hear the sound of the gears of fate turning, very clearly.

She suppressed the turbulent emotions in her heart, trying to make herself look calm:

"What is your relationship with her?"

Frank raised his eyebrows and chuckled, "You are very special. Most people will ask who is that person when they hear an unfamiliar name, not the relationship."

"Could it be." He elongated his tone, quite tentatively, "Do you know her?"

The phone in the bag was vibrating, but Ye Zhen didn't notice it at all, because she had mobilized all her senses to observe the handsome and strange middle-aged man in front of her.

The middle-aged man was also observing her.

After a few breaths, she had already adjusted her emotions, her black eyes returned to their previous calm, met his probing eyes, and said lightly:

"Ye Qi is a famous senior in the circle, so I naturally know her."

"Speaking of which, my surname is also Ye, which is a bit of a coincidence."

Frank had a slight smile in his eyes, "Really? She is indeed an excellent actress."

"However, I haven't been in touch with her for many years. This time I came back from a business trip and happened to see you, so I thought of her."

He looked at her steadfastly, even though it was the first time they met, he didn't seem to worry that such a straightforward gaze would displease the other party, those overly focused eyes almost gave Ye Zhen an illusion Come.

It seemed to him that she was not the stranger he met 5 minutes ago, but the lover he met again after many years.

Ye Zhen narrowed her eyes, "Are you friends?"

"It's too shallow to call friends." Frank said in a low voice: "If I define it according to me, we should be like confidantes."

"Best friend?" Ye Zhen was stunned for a moment.

In modern relationships, the word is rarely brought up.

And in her life before the age of 15, she never heard her mother mention that she once had a confidant, let alone Frank, a name that had no impression on her.

Frank nodded, "Yes."

An intuition flashed through Ye Zhen's brain like lightning, and then disappeared without a trace.

Ye Zhen tried to get back that fleeting intuition, but couldn't remember it.

Inexplicable irritability crawled into her heart, she pursed her lips and asked:
"Then what happened later? Why didn't you contact me again?"

Frank glanced at her with great interest, "Miss Ye, you are really a very patient person, and you are willing to learn about the past between me and Ye Qi..."

He blinked and said, "However, I seem to remember that I asked you about Ye Qi first."

Embarrassment flashed across Ye Zhen's face, she lowered her head angrily, and cursed herself for being too eager.

"I disappoint you. I don't know much about her recent situation... because she has been out of the circle for a long time, and maybe no one... has mentioned her name for a long time."

"So..." Frank was taken aback, his expression obviously somewhat lost.

"Why, what do you want to do with her..." Ye Zhen forced a smile.

"It's not that there is something wrong, but I still miss her."

"I haven't seen her for many years. I just saw that you look like her. I almost thought it was her standing in front of me."

Frank smiled bitterly, "Unfortunately, you are not her."

"May I ask, when did you lose contact?"

"Why do you ask about this?"

"I'm just curious. If I offend you, I apologize to you."

"No, that's not what I meant." Frank lowered his head, took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out a palm-sized photo and handed it to her.

"This photo was taken 26 years ago, exactly the year I returned to the United States..."

In the photo, the young duo stand side by side, smiling defenselessly at the camera.

This is an old photo, slightly yellowed, but intact, although it is not clear, Ye Zhen was still shocked.

She tried her best to restrain the trembling and excitement in her heart, so as not to lose her composure.

Since she could remember, her mother always seemed to be melancholy and haggard. She was beautiful, but she didn't like to smile until she was seriously ill. The only time she smiled from the bottom of her heart was when she was relieved when the end of her life came.

But Ye Qi's appearance in the photo was something she had never seen before.

Beautiful, fresh, healthy, happy.

Like a blooming delicate rose, full of fragrance.

Almost instantly, Ye Zhen's eyes became sore, she suppressed the urge to cry, caressed the young mother in the photo, and said hoarsely:

"This photo is beautiful. I used to be her fan. Can I take a photo for my collection?"

"of course can."

After Ye Zhen took the photo, she carefully returned the photo to Frank.

"Thank you……"

"You're welcome." Frank forced a smile, looked down at the photo, his eyes darkened:
"It's a pity that I don't have the chance to see her in person again. I didn't explain many things clearly to her back then. Now I regret it, and it's too late."

Ye Zhen bit her lip, tears almost came out of her eyes.

Should she be happy for her mother? After she spent the rest of her miserable life without a ray of light, sleeping in the cold underground, there was still one person who remembered her after returning to her homeland.

But how should she tell this person in front of her that the confidant he once admired has long since died, and what stands in front of him is just the continuation of that person's life.