During this period, there were also rumors that Sheng Qianye once said in an interview that if something happened to him one day, all his property would be left to his younger brother.

This sentence sounds like a trap.

But people on the Internet still believe it.

……

Time flies, very quickly, and half a year has arrived.

January 18th of the National Calendar.

Winter has not yet passed, and a light snow has drifted in Sheng Luan.

In the air, the temperature is very cold.

Rong Sheng stood at the window in a long black coat, and outside the hotel, snowflakes falling in the air fell on the back of her hand.

Cold and biting.

In my ears, some little girls in the village were discussing,

[Did you know? Yesterday, the great god ended his 12-show concert tour, and he cried on stage at the end, so distressed. 】

[Crying? Why is that? 】

[It must be because of depression, don't they all say that Sheng Qianye has depression? ] Alas, what a good one......]

[No, the great god never said that he had depression, it was all nonsense from some unscrupulous reporters. 】

……

Counting the days, Sheng Qianye left in the evening today.

It's only half an hour away.

At this moment, another snowflake fell from the window and landed on the back of her hand.

Rong Sheng looked at the white expanse outside, his eyes were a little deep and gloomy.

There was silence for a moment, her eyes flickering slightly, and then she closed her eyes.

In an instant, a fragmented picture appeared in front of me.

*

"Brother, how are you doing lately?"

In the high-end apartment, Sheng Qianxing took off the scarf around his neck and put it on the sand, while looking sideways at the figure in white.

To his right, a stunningly beautiful man sits on the graceful sand.

He closed his eyes slightly, and his plain white and beautiful fingers were pinching his eyebrows for a while.

"It's fine."

A warm and flat voice came, and Sheng Qianxing raised his lips and smiled slightly.

Instead, he asked with concern, "Have you taken the medicine?" ”

The medicine he was talking about was the medicine used to control emotions.

Sheng Qianye pinched his eyebrows for a moment, and his voice was a little lower, "Not yet." ”

"Let's wait until we're done."

"Brother." Sheng Qianxing seemed to be a little worried about his physical condition, "You must take good care of yourself." ”

"I know." Raising his eyes and glancing at him, Sheng Qianye smiled gently, "How are you?" Did Director Zhang's new drama go well? ”

The body nested on the sand leaned forward, Sheng Qianye glanced at him, and then he took the water cup on the table and took a sip in his mouth, and said with a smile, "Director Zhang called me a few days ago and said that your acting skills are good, and this drama will definitely be popular after filming." ”

Sheng Qianxing scratched his head embarrassedly, "Brother, don't make fun of me, how popular can I be, as long as I can be like this in the future, I will be satisfied with a director looking for me to film." ”

"Well, there will be." Sheng Qianye smiled gently, but the smile on the corner of his mouth did not reach the bottom of his eyes.

I don't know if it's because there have been too many concerts recently, which has consumed a lot of physical strength and energy, which will Sheng Qianye is smile on his face can't hide the tiredness in his eyes.

Sheng Qianxing glanced at him quietly on the side, and then he leaned forward, looked at Sheng Qianye's beautiful side face and said, "Brother, I think you seem to be very tired, otherwise you will go into the house and rest for a while?" ”

"You've held so many concerts in a row in the past few days, if you don't rest well, your body will collapse sooner or later."