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Chapter 17 Chapter 17: Years of Life and Death 2 Boundless (7)
Chapter 17: Chapter 17: Ten Years of Life and Death (7)
In the end, Ning Huanxin took a copy of "Basic Training for Actors" and went back to bed and lay down. This kind of purely professional stuff was indeed extremely hypnotic. After reading it for a while, Ning Huanxin's upper and lower eyelids began to fight.
Not long after, Ning Huanxin fell asleep——
"so cold!"
"So sad."
In her sleep, a woman's voice kept echoing in Ning Huanxin's ears.
It was so dark, so damp, and smelled of decay.
here is……
underground?
"Why didn't you come and save me? My child and I have been waiting for you, have been waiting for you, do you know that?"
"Where are you? Where did you go?"
The woman's voice became more and more mournful and bleak, until it became a little crazy in the end.
The lights in the room were turned off at this time.
The curtains were not closed, and the pale moonlight came in from the window, reflecting Ning Huanxin's face. She slept very restlessly, her pretty eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and her delicate little face was full of pain.
At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew, and the curtains in the room were suddenly closed automatically, and the entire curtain also covered the mirror in the corner of the room.
With a faint fragrance floating, Ning Huanxin finally calmed down on the bed, and her frown slowly relaxed.
so familiar...
In her sleep, the voice finally disappeared. Ning Huanxin just smelled a very familiar smell, and then she suddenly felt very comfortable, and the expression on her whole face became peaceful...
The next morning, Ning Huanxin woke up very early.
She slept soundly last night. When she woke up in a daze, she saw that the room was dimly lit and the heavy curtains were drawn. Ning Huanxin couldn't help but rubbed her eyes.
Did you draw the curtains yourself yesterday?
She frowned, and turned her head to see that the book from yesterday was still on the bedside.
Putting the book back, Ning Huanxin put on her clothes and walked out of the room lightly. In the early morning, the air in the town was very fresh.
Ning Huanxin ran forward along the only road in the town, and ran out of the town.
Not far outside the town is the barren tomb.
That place is really close to the town, why can the people in the town ignore its existence so indifferently?
Ning Huanxin continued to run forward, she remembered what Wang Nianping told her, there was no small town here decades ago, only two small villages, and then all the people in one village died mysteriously, after that, there was only one village left here, and after decades, that village gradually turned into a town.
That is Zhangjia Town, and it turned out that it was called Zhangjia Village.
In the autumn morning, the dew is heavy and the autumn wind is very cool.
Ning Huanxin unconsciously felt that she had already run to the vicinity of the cemetery, and she saw a puff of smoke and a vague figure from a distance.
At such an early hour, someone is... burning paper money?
Ning Huan's expression changed, and she quickened her pace.
It's just that when she rushed over, the figure had disappeared, leaving only a pile of burnt paper money and... a box of rouge.
Rouge comes in a tin box, a very old and nostalgic brand. Although the box was blackened after being burned, the pattern and product name on the box cover can still be seen.
Who is this burned for?
Ning Huanxin looked up at the grave in front of her, this...
Isn't this tomb the one where Gu Yu and Luo Yingxin had an accident ten years later?
"What are you doing here?"
Suddenly, a cold and vigilant female voice sounded behind Ning Huanxin.
Ning Huanxin turned her head abruptly, and saw Aunt Zhang standing behind her suspiciously holding a small basket.
Her basket was covered by a blue cloth, and a corner was lifted by the autumn wind, and the yellow Ming coins pressed inside could still be seen...
The contract has been mailed. If you don’t change the status today, it will be changed on Monday, so starting from next week, it will be updated twice a day.
(End of this chapter)
In the end, Ning Huanxin took a copy of "Basic Training for Actors" and went back to bed and lay down. This kind of purely professional stuff was indeed extremely hypnotic. After reading it for a while, Ning Huanxin's upper and lower eyelids began to fight.
Not long after, Ning Huanxin fell asleep——
"so cold!"
"So sad."
In her sleep, a woman's voice kept echoing in Ning Huanxin's ears.
It was so dark, so damp, and smelled of decay.
here is……
underground?
"Why didn't you come and save me? My child and I have been waiting for you, have been waiting for you, do you know that?"
"Where are you? Where did you go?"
The woman's voice became more and more mournful and bleak, until it became a little crazy in the end.
The lights in the room were turned off at this time.
The curtains were not closed, and the pale moonlight came in from the window, reflecting Ning Huanxin's face. She slept very restlessly, her pretty eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and her delicate little face was full of pain.
At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew, and the curtains in the room were suddenly closed automatically, and the entire curtain also covered the mirror in the corner of the room.
With a faint fragrance floating, Ning Huanxin finally calmed down on the bed, and her frown slowly relaxed.
so familiar...
In her sleep, the voice finally disappeared. Ning Huanxin just smelled a very familiar smell, and then she suddenly felt very comfortable, and the expression on her whole face became peaceful...
The next morning, Ning Huanxin woke up very early.
She slept soundly last night. When she woke up in a daze, she saw that the room was dimly lit and the heavy curtains were drawn. Ning Huanxin couldn't help but rubbed her eyes.
Did you draw the curtains yourself yesterday?
She frowned, and turned her head to see that the book from yesterday was still on the bedside.
Putting the book back, Ning Huanxin put on her clothes and walked out of the room lightly. In the early morning, the air in the town was very fresh.
Ning Huanxin ran forward along the only road in the town, and ran out of the town.
Not far outside the town is the barren tomb.
That place is really close to the town, why can the people in the town ignore its existence so indifferently?
Ning Huanxin continued to run forward, she remembered what Wang Nianping told her, there was no small town here decades ago, only two small villages, and then all the people in one village died mysteriously, after that, there was only one village left here, and after decades, that village gradually turned into a town.
That is Zhangjia Town, and it turned out that it was called Zhangjia Village.
In the autumn morning, the dew is heavy and the autumn wind is very cool.
Ning Huanxin unconsciously felt that she had already run to the vicinity of the cemetery, and she saw a puff of smoke and a vague figure from a distance.
At such an early hour, someone is... burning paper money?
Ning Huan's expression changed, and she quickened her pace.
It's just that when she rushed over, the figure had disappeared, leaving only a pile of burnt paper money and... a box of rouge.
Rouge comes in a tin box, a very old and nostalgic brand. Although the box was blackened after being burned, the pattern and product name on the box cover can still be seen.
Who is this burned for?
Ning Huanxin looked up at the grave in front of her, this...
Isn't this tomb the one where Gu Yu and Luo Yingxin had an accident ten years later?
"What are you doing here?"
Suddenly, a cold and vigilant female voice sounded behind Ning Huanxin.
Ning Huanxin turned her head abruptly, and saw Aunt Zhang standing behind her suspiciously holding a small basket.
Her basket was covered by a blue cloth, and a corner was lifted by the autumn wind, and the yellow Ming coins pressed inside could still be seen...
The contract has been mailed. If you don’t change the status today, it will be changed on Monday, so starting from next week, it will be updated twice a day.
(End of this chapter)
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