nostalgic

Chapter 56 Chapter 56

"I would like to hear the details." Xiang Zuolun's eyes lit up when he heard the sound.

"Mr. Jian's enemy is not some great person, but a human test subject of Lucheng No. [-] Pharmaceutical Factory under the name of Jian's family.

The reason why Mr. Jian did not move this enemy was not because of fear or being grasped by the other party, but because this human drug test subject had a strange physique and might play a huge role in the research of drug development .

And once the drug drug is successfully researched, Mr. Jian may suddenly become the most successful businessman and the richest man in the world. Based on the above, I don't quite understand Mr. Xiang's infinite admiration for Mr. Jian.

In my opinion, Mr. Jian is just a character who goes all out to pursue fame and fortune. Otherwise, why didn't he use the influence of the Jian family to kill the enemies? The difficulty for the Jian family is just like erasing an ant.

The wonderful thing about Mr. Jian is that he is cold-hearted and unfeeling. Jian Wei is insulted by his enemies, and Jian Wei is lonely and helpless when he left home when he was young.I think this is the best, what do you think? "He Rujing responded sensitively and sharply.

"Excellent." Xiang Zuolun drank the wine in his glass and said with a sad smile.

He Rujing thoughtfully walked over to pour wine for Xiang Zuolun.

"Mr. Xiang, you are Jian Wei. Mr. Jian and I were very good friends in the past. Your eyebrows and eyes are really similar to Mr. Jian's." The corner of Jiangnan's mouth raised an incomparably graceful smile.

"Ma'am, I'm afraid you are not Mrs. Tang, you are the enemy who opposed my father, right? I don't know what my father did to you, and asked you to spend most of your life playing hide-and-seek with me." Jian Wei Finally shed Xiang Zuolun's disguise.

"You don't need to know what your father did, Jian Wei, I want you to never know why you died." Jiang Nan pulled the trigger in his cuff in an instant.

The food carefully prepared by He Rujing was stained with bright red.

"Chu Liang, take me away." Jiang Nan took out his mobile phone with both hands and made a trembling call.

"Mrs. Jian, go while you can move your hands and feet. I put medicine in your wine, and it may take effect in a quarter of an hour. Whether you escape or not is up to fate, and whether you survive is up to fate." He Rujing A gun that was snatched from Jiangnan's hand.

The next moment Tang Yun suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of her head, her eyes went dark and she fell into He Rujing's arms.

At eleven o'clock that night, an ambulance arrived, and Tang Yun was carried on a stretcher in a state of confusion.

"What's the situation over there now?" Tang Yun vaguely heard a medical staff talking on the phone.

"Two dead and one injured. The male deceased died of gunshots. The female deceased committed suicide after committing the crime. The wounded was hit on the back of the head with a blunt instrument. She is currently on her way to the hospital. The three people present at the scene are all young people. It is preliminarily speculated that it was a love killing."

The ambulance stopped slowly amid a burst of dizziness, and after two sharp bumps for unknown reasons, Tang Yun fell into a coma again instantly.

When he woke up again, half a month later, Tang Jingyuan conveyed the rumored case to Tang Yun through the mouth of the nurse.

"Love killing, He Rujing, who had a history of complicated mental illness in the past, had a crush on the young talent Xiang Zuolun. He didn't want Xiang Zuolun but fell in love with the young drama actor Tang Yun at first sight. Hanged on the first floor of Jane's house."

"Miss Tang, did you witness He Rujing shoot and kill Xiang Zuolun?" the policeman asked Tang Yun seriously.

"I saw it with my own eyes." Tang Yun picked up the water glass next to her hand and took a sip.

"Uncle Qi, have you seen Jane Lai recently?" Tang Yun went to the office to ask Qi Ming when she recovered and went to work at the Lucheng Theater.

"Yun Yun." Qi Ming looked troubled.

"Are you still alive?" Tang Yun asked Qi Ming tentatively.

"Jane Lai's old illness has relapsed, Dr. Zhou Shuyi has brought Jian Lai back to Qingchuan Nursing Home." Qi Ming confessed with blurred eyes after a long time of consideration.

"What happened to that man?" Tang Yun asked worriedly, frowning.

"He Rujing passed away, you were seriously injured, and He Rujing smashed the seventeen violins that Jane Lai spent a lot of energy collecting before his death. These may be the reasons." Qi Ming explained his understanding of the incident in detail. Tell Tang Yun.

"Can I go see Jane Lai?" Tang Yun asked Qi Ming.

"Now is not the time, Jane Lai can't remember the past, and Zhou Shuyi also hopes that Jane Lai can forget everything about the past." Qi Ming unconsciously dodged his eyes.

"If only I could completely forget all of this like that person." Tang Yun sighed softly upon hearing this.

Two years later, the Lucheng Theater, which had been silent for a long time, began to rehearse a new Lily play. As the backbone of the troupe, Tang Yun naturally participated in it. At this time, drama has already become an integral part of Tang Yun's life.

"This story is somewhat familiar." Tang Yun put down the script in her hand and her eyes were slightly sore.

"The story of Jiangnan and Jane Lai." Qi Ming did not deny it.

"Didn't you think that Jane Lai and I were lovers?" Tang Yun poured out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the desk and lit it.

"Uncle Qi thinks you can play the role based on Jiangnan." Qi Ming avoided Tang Yun's question.

At the end of October, the sky was full of first snow. People who came to watch the performance in front of the Lucheng Theater were bustling and crowded the streets. The noise gave Tang Yun the illusion that the New Year had arrived.

As soon as the curtain opened on the stage that day, Tang Yun appeared under the spotlight and immediately saw Jane Lai who was quietly sitting in the rightmost seat in the first row of the auditorium.

Tang Yun was talking, laughing, dancing, crying and shouting on the stage, the man's dark eyes followed Tang Yun's figure all the way.

After the curtain call that day, Tang Yun hid alone in the aisle of the stairs holding a pack of cigarettes and puffing.

"Teacher Tang, someone is looking for you." The staff announced from behind the door.

Three seconds later, the fire door was gently pushed open with a creak.

"Teacher Tang, are you thirsty? Do you want a soda?" The man stretched out his thin, empty palm from his coat pocket.

"But you don't have a drink in your hand." Tang Yun broke the stage.

"Maybe I accidentally dropped it." Jane Lai looked down at the empty palm for a moment.

"What's your name?" Tang Yun deliberately tried.

"My name is Jane Lai, and I'm a luthier." The man introduced himself very seriously.

"You want to get to know me, right? If you want me to be your friend, it's fine. Even if you let me be your girlfriend, it's not a problem. But before that, I have a small request." Tang Yun proposed generously.

"Tell me." Jane Lai smiled cleanly and brightly upon hearing this.

"Change your name, don't call it Jian Lai, why not call it Wang Wang, or come again?" Tang Yun suggested indiscriminately.

"Okay, no problem." Jian Lai looked at Tang Yun fondly and smiled warmly.