Superstar Rebirth: The Actor is a Million

In the outskirts of the capital, there are almost no low-rise private houses, and there are tall buildings everywhere, so when the car is driving on the less populated road, an area not far away is extremely conspicuous.

Because it still retains the appearance of more than ten years ago, a dilapidated red brick and black tile house, and a well that has been abandoned for a long time outside.

The car stopped on the side of the road. Compared with other places, this place is like a deliberately protected cultural relic.

Wen Yang and Song Nian got out of the car together, the two handsome young men made people's eyes shine.

The rocker that presses the water outside the house has rusted, Song Nian stretched out his hand to touch it, and the rust stains stained his fingertips.

"This is where my mother and I used to live." He pulled the coat that La Wenyang put on him, and took the lead to go to the door of the dilapidated house. "I learned that it will be demolished. I asked my stepfather to buy this land." down."

The one who saved their mother and child in the river back then was a wealthy businessman from country Y. After getting along for a while, he was moved by his mother's tenacity.

This man has never disliked his mother and regards him as his own son.

For him, the mother agreed to the man's marriage proposal, bid farewell to Hua Guo, and went to Y Country.

His mother died a few years later, and his stepfather never remarried.

Song Nian pushed open the door and entered. The beams of the roof were covered with spider webs, and the simple tables and chairs were covered with thick dust.

He covered his mouth and coughed a few times.

Wen Yang patted his back lightly, without interrupting his memory.

Although the place is dilapidated, for Song Nian, it is the most unforgettable and beautiful memory spent with his mother.

The room is not big, with a double bed in the corner, and next to it is a table with badly peeled paint, which left many wormholes after being eaten by termites.

"This is the first time I have the courage to come here after returning to China." Song Nian did not have the usual arrogant look, and his whole body became peaceful, "Thank you for being with me, Wen Yang."

"Everything is in the past, and Auntie definitely hopes that you can get over it as much as possible, instead of trapping yourself in the past." Wen Yang said comfortingly.

Song Nian turned his head and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "I won't be trapped by the past."

During this period of time, he has been very depressed. Jiang Xiyun told him that his mother fell in love with Fu Mingshu back then, and his best friend Wang Ying married Fu Mingshu and soon gave birth to Fu Chao.

After Fu Mingshu got married, he broke up with his mother, Song Siyan, and the Fu family and the Wang family united to force her to leave when she was pregnant.

But the mother had a strong temper, rejected the 500 million, and left alone.

He believed it to be true, so he held a grudge against the Fu family.

Knowing that Wang Ying had just had a heart transplant, he rushed to the hospital with a sense of revenge, just to let her know of his existence and make her feel guilty about what happened back then.

The first time he saw Wang Ying, he hesitated. Is this gentle and watery woman really the bad woman who stepped in and robbed the man of her best friend?

It is said that people's first feelings are the least deceiving, and the kind of gentleness accumulated over the years is not like a disguise at all.

He came to visit in the name of Fu Chao's friend.

"Your eyes look like an old friend of mine." Wang Ying's face was heavy when she saw him for the first time. "We haven't seen each other for more than 20 years. I don't know if she is doing well."

Song Nian sneered: "If you're talking about Song Siyan, it's my mother."

Wang Ying showed great joy, took his hand and asked about her mother, the joy in her eyes almost overflowed.

"She passed away eight years ago." He said sarcastically, still feeling that the woman in front of him used to pretend.

Wang Ying's tears made him frown.

Wang Ying pulled him to talk about her and her mother back then, and he seemed to see the scene of the two sisters loving each other.

But if that's the case, why did she want to rob her mother's man?

Before he could ask, the travel-worn Fu Mingshu rushed over.

The loving appearance of the two made Song Nian suspicious of what happened at the beginning. After Fu Mingshu knew that he was Song Siyan's child, his expression changed suddenly.

After comforting his wife, he called Song Nian out.

From him, Song Nian heard a completely different version from what Jiang Xiyun said.

"I was also at fault for what happened back then. I will try my best to satisfy you with whatever compensation you want." Fu Mingshu's eyes were full of guilt.

He didn't like the existence of this child, but when he saw Song Nian who was an adult, he felt more emotion in his heart.

Thinking of his wife's illness, he was a little scared: "It was because of my lack of caution that I was harmed by others. If you want to hate me, you can hate me. It's none of Ying'er's business."

The wife who just had a transplant operation can't have too much mood swings.

"I will investigate this matter thoroughly." Song Nian left after leaving a sentence.

Song Nian's thoughts turned, and he looked at the room in front of him again, with a look of nostalgia still on his face.

Wen Yang remembered that he once called Fu Chao's elder brother, and he could restore part of the truth from just a few words.

Song Nian is indeed the illegitimate son of the Fu family, but there may be some misunderstanding.

Wen Yang didn't know how to persuade him, so he stood quietly by the side to accompany him.

"Do you need a shoulder?" After a while, he broke the silence.

Song Nian, who was in a depressed mood, glared at him: "I don't need it, I'm not a sentimental woman."

Walking to the small table next to the bed, he opened the drawer casually, and inside it was the paper airplane he made when he was a child.

There is also an iron box in the corner. He remembers that it is the family's account book. Every day, his mother will record the income from odd jobs and the expenses of the two of them.

"Aren't you going to open it and have a look?" Wen Yang asked him.

He smiled and opened the rusty box that couldn't see its original appearance: "It's the account book when I lived with her."

When he took out the yellowed notebook, a choking musty smell made him cough violently, and he couldn't hold the notebook firmly in his hand.

Along with the account book, there is also a photo.

Wen Yang picked it up, and there were two young girls smiling happily.

"Song Siyan Wang Ying" is written in black pen on the back, with a heart in between the two names.

It was Fu Chao's mother, and Song Nian's mother, the two were very good girlfriends back then.

From the eyes of the girl with braids in the photo, Wen Yang saw affection.

It was very similar to the way Fu Chao looked at him.

His heart skipped a beat, and he flipped through the ledgers. The previous ones recorded the use of some income, and he remembered every purchase of oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar clearly.

When he turned to the back, he found a different content, which looked more like a notebook to record his thoughts.

"Yingying, whenever I see Niannian, I will be very happy, because he involves me and you."

"Yingying, I miss you so much, our child is growing up slowly, but unfortunately you will never know."

"Yingying, I don't regret collaborating with Jiang Feng in designing Fu Mingshu, because only when I'm pregnant with Fu Mingshu's child can I feel closer to you."

Due to the long time, some handwriting is a bit blurred, but it does not prevent Wen Yang from understanding the meaning of the whole sentence.

There is a pathological madness between the lines in these words, that is unspeakable love.

After Song Nian saw this, he clenched his hands tightly, his nails digging into his palm without realizing it.