She became the white moonlight of the black lotus

The moment Huo Xingyu and Lin Xian looked at each other, Huo Xingyu's heart trembled. He only held the doorknob, stopped in place, and met Lin Xian's eyes staring at her calmly.

Huo Xingyu had never expected this kind of situation of directly confronting him at an inappropriate time and under inappropriate circumstances.

Both of them are at home, and it is normal for them to meet up and down.

It's just that everything has the messy images in her mind as the premise,

Meeting Lin Xian in this study, which could almost be called the scene of a murder, was such an ordinary incident, and a strange horror emerged faintly.

In this eye-catching confrontation,

Huo Xingyu was full of messy thoughts, but his face remained calm, as if this was just a casual encounter.

For the next exchange, the words have been turned around in her mind and she has already reached a conclusion.

In the past, Huo Xingyu was not likely to face such a situation where he needed to lie.

In her life, there are not many situations where she needs to argue, or even escape, and she doesn't have sufficient practical experience.

However, in her growing life, Huo Qiyun appeared in front of her as a god-given hurdle.

In the face of countless paparazzi incidents, inappropriate remarks, and even beating actors on the set, etc., she gained experience in unexpected situations that only she could not think of, and there were no unexpected situations that Huo Qiyun could not do.

As the saying goes, no matter who you are, there is something worth learning from. Huo Xingyu observed Huo Qiyun carefully for more than [-] years with a microscope, and finally found something that Miss Huo San can learn from in her life.

For example, although you have made a mistake, as long as you feel that you are right, you must hold your neck and be justified.

As long as the mistakes are not discovered, you should be able to drink afternoon tea as if nothing had happened and watch the clouds and wind be calm, and you must not mess up first.

For another example, if mistakes are inevitable, but you must quibble, then you must preemptively strike.

These three are the life philosophies that Huo Qiyun has realized after being in the entertainment industry for many years.

In the oppression and resistance of various paparazzi following the news again and again, Huo Qiyun's main method is to ask preemptive questions.

This is not only to buy time for one's own sophistry to think, but also to form a more reasonable answer along the other party's train of thought.

It is best to ask the other party by surprise, ask the other party to be speechless, and let the other party's doubts make her answer by herself.

Moreover, compared to Huo Qiyun, Huo Xingyu has a natural advantage in using this trick.

She is usually too lazy to make expressions.

At this moment, all you need to do is face Lin Xian with a blank face, speak in a flat tone, and simply narrate.

No one will feel that she is running away.

Thinking about it, she saw Lin Xian with sharp eyes moving her thin lips slightly, as if she was about to speak.

Huo Xingyu immediately turned around and cut off the line of sight, closed the door of the study naturally, and said casually, "Mom, why are you here?"

Her question actually blocked what Lin Xian was about to say.

Seeing that Lin Xian's face was visibly stiff for a while, she said calmly: "I remember the past, come and have a look, I have lived in this house for a long time, I have too many memories, I have to look around every now and then when I think of it look."

Huo Xingyu nodded after hearing her reasonable and hair-raising words.

If there were no memories of those fragments in her mind, Lin Xian's emotional words would have sounded perfectly normal.

A woman whose husband died came to the study room where he used to live, expressing her thoughts and nostalgia.

Anyone who watched such a scene could not say a word about the deep love between husband and wife, and admire it enviously.

But when everything has another possibility, another guess can be made about the ending.

All the calm appearances are like the windless sea, which may be overturned by the undercurrent rolling under the sea at any time.

If the images she keeps seeing in her head are real.

What did Lin Xian come here to recall?

Recall the murder she planned, recall the details of throwing the body?

Huo Xingyu nodded silently, and walked towards the study as if nothing had happened.

She just raised her foot when she heard Lin Xian who was standing not far in front of her asked quietly: "It's you, who just stayed in the room these few days and didn't come out. How did you come here today?"

"I can't be idle, my life is the same no matter where I am, and I can't go out when I don't work, so I can only read books..."

There was no emotion in Huo Xingyu's eyes, he looked at Lin Xian flatly, and stated the reason she just came up with: "The books in my place were all bought before, and as I get older, they are not suitable for me to read again. , so come here and look around.”

Her tone was flat, and the conversation with Lin Xian was like an ordinary mother-daughter gossip.

"I had to lock you up at home a few days ago. You also know that Grandpa was really angry about you. I begged him for a long time before he agreed to let him go..."

Lin Xian sighed softly, got up and walked in front of her: "Have I given you the keys and mobile phone?"

"Give it."

Hearing her self-proclaimed words, Huo Xingyu nodded. She knew in her heart that Lin Xian's "begging" might not be true, but she still had to do superficial work, so she thanked her in a low voice.

"That's good. We have been mother and daughter for more than ten years. You don't need to thank me. You know, you are my child. No matter what I do, it is for your own good. I will only Do something valuable to your life, you are not a child anymore, you have to be clear, before you figure it out, before you give the answer that grandpa wants, letting you out is just to keep you from being trapped at home. You can no longer go to the company..."

Lin Xian reached out and patted her on the shoulder, stepped around her and wanted to walk out the door, and said as she walked:

"How I taught you from the beginning, you have forgotten all, and I am also very disappointed. The shareholder meeting will start next week. Taking advantage of this time, you can think about it, what you want to do, what should you do Do it, is it worth ruining your own future for a woman? As long as you regret it, there is still time to turn around, and the door of the Huo family is always open for you. "

After finishing speaking, Lin Xian walked out the door.

Huo Xingyu listened to the dull sound of her high heels crushing the floor as it got farther and farther away, and became quieter, until finally it disappeared around the corner.

Her tense nerves finally relaxed.

In the past few days, she has heard and thought about the words Lin Xian said too many times.

Under the circumstances that Huo's family is not willing to give in at all, all struggles are useless.

All issues of whether it is worth it or not should be carefully weighed on the scales, and the party with the greatest profit can be chosen. This is the simplest trade-off of interests.

Applying this formula between the Huo family and Ning Xiangxiang, it is obvious which one is objectively the best.

But she just didn't want to.

Up to now, she has no way and no reason to let herself give up Ning Xiangxiang.

Huo Xingyu sighed, looked around at the huge bookcase that reached to the ceiling,

Everything here is very similar to her dream.

In this large study room, apart from various collections of books, there are also display cabinets in various corners. Inside are all expensive collections collected by her father during his lifetime.

Those valuable utensils are tightly protected by thick glass.

Everything here is still as if being sealed.

As if losing its owner, time in this room has also stagnated, and everything is preserved on the day of parting.

Huo Xingyu walked around and observed according to the picture in his memory, looking for the angle from which he saw things in the dream.

Among the fragmentary pictures that belonged to this room.

Most of the time, her eyes and places are in the darkness.

Until the moment the cabinet door where he was hiding was opened.

After she was grabbed by Lin Xian's neck and dragged out of the closet, she realized that she was shrunk in a lower closet.

Thinking about it, Huo Xingyu began to open the lower floors of the bookcases.

The lower levels of those bookcases also have partitions and piles of books, which is not at all a place that can accommodate people to hide.

She rummaged, and walked step by step to the display cabinet full of antique products.

Looking at the display shelf in front of her, the top layer of the cabinet was just stuck between her waist and hips, and the height was enough for a person to curl up and hide inside. Huo Xingyu squatted down slightly, and stretched out his hand to open the cabinet door.

I saw that the storage cabinets on this floor are very different from the neat and orderly arrangement in the study.

From books to wall clocks and baseball bats, a cabinet is packed full.

However, in this space, there are no partitions, and the upper and lower parts are coherent, making it a place where people can sneak in and hide.

Huo Xingyu's face gradually became stiff. She looked at the sundries piled up in the space in the cabinet, and stretched out her hand to look through them.

These stacked books were obviously taken out of the bookcase on the side, and some of the thick books were even unopened.

At the very top of the clutter was an old-fashioned CD.

Pick it up and turn over the cover, and you can see the photo of the song with its head sideways.

In this cover, the female singer wears strong 80s American curly hair and a small mole on the side of her nose, which makes her look like Marilyn Monroe. "Old Songs 1985" is written on the upper right corner

Huo Xingyu frowned, and just wanted to put the album down. As soon as he turned it over, he saw the list of songs on the back. The first song on it was the song she kept hearing repeatedly in her mind when she was sick.

She was stunned, and reached out to take the album apart, only to find that there was no CD in it, but a few thin sheets of letter paper and a postcard.

The thin yellowed paper has been placed for a long time, and it makes a crisp sound when touched.

When I turned over the old postcard, I saw that there was a piece of beautiful cursive English on the top, and a line of beautiful fonts below it read;