Weng Nanxi was discovered through his identity and did not give any answer.

After knowing Weng Nanxi's identity, the young woman was a little dazed and looked at Weng Nanxi and wanted to speak but stopped.

Weng Nanxi felt troublesome, thinking that when she was talking to Han Jue just now, she must not be taken by the person in front of her, otherwise after the photo was exposed, she would want to get close to Han Jue next time, and Han Jue was afraid that she would be the husband of Zhang Yiman, the stupid woman.

The young woman seemed to be leaving. She looked at Weng Nanxi hesitantly for a few more times, then turned around and left.

Weng Nanxi is also planning to leave.

However, before Weng Nanxi could figure out whether today's action would end, the young woman rushed to Weng Nanxi with big strides.

"You still dare to pester him? Where did you get the face to pester him?" The young woman pushed Weng Nanxi again and again.

Fortunately, there were no people around the place where they were. It was too late at 11 o'clock and the movie had already started. There were no people outside at this time. Their dispute did not attract other people's attention.

Weng Nanxi was pushed very angry. Although compared to ordinary people, the public has higher and more stringent requirements for celebrities, and they will be taken to the magnifying glass to comment on it. Weng Nanxi also knows that more things are more important than less things. But this does not mean that she has no temper after being blocked and attacked for no reason.

Weng Nanxi's youth was jealous of being jealous by the young men who were unrestrained. When she grew up, she was floating in the whirlpool of desire. She also had a lover with Han Jue for several years. She knew that self-defense was important, and at least she had learned a few tricks of grabbing and Jiu Jitsu seriously. She planned to teach young women a lesson.

Weng Nanxi twisted the young woman's hand, and was about to take down the young woman and wait for the lawyer to deal with it, she saw the young woman's eyes.

There was anger and a kind of hatred that was not joking.

Just when Weng Nanxi thought she was unlucky to meet black fans, the young woman cried.

"Don't pester him anymore, I beg you." The young woman gritted her teeth, "Do you have to kill him to be satisfied?"

Weng Nanxi felt it was difficult because the young woman had mental problems. She thought to herself, but the movements on her hands were even more forceful.

The young woman was controlled and fell to her knees on the ground, but she had not finished her words: "Do you think I don't know? You think it's enough to not admit it? I gave it to you!"

Weng Nanxi looked at the other party's contemptuous gaze, and his heart was thumped and said, "I don't have any suicide note."

The young woman smiled, "This acting...he committed suicide for you seven times. What are you going to do? Or isn't you a human?"

"Seven suicides..." Weng Nanxi's heart jumped violently, so that his voice trembled a little, and his arms twisted at the young woman a little loosened, "Tell me clearly."

"I said, Han Jue, that fool! Even if he wrote the suicide note at the end, it was all about talking to you!! He finally had his own life now, can you let him go?..." The young woman cried and begged.

"Have you seen his tattoo?"

"Others don't know about this, and say, hehe, Han Jue trained well! Why are you, he, mom so embarrassed to admit it?!"

"If you dare to pester him, I will expose your true face..."

The young woman's words were very jumping. But these incoherent words made Weng Nanxi gradually lose his strength and his thoughts were in chaos.

At this time, Weng Nanxi's assistant and driver ran over and saw the situation on the scene. One was about to see if anyone was taking pictures around him, and the other was about to control the young woman.

The young woman remained motionless.

"I didn't take the stuff," said Weng Nanxi.

The young woman sneered, but looked at Weng Nanxi's expression and her expression suddenly became dull.

"What should I do?" The driver and bodyguard pressed the young woman's shoulder and asked Weng Nanxi.

Weng Nanxi gasped, thought for a while, and waved her hand: "Forget it, let her go."

The driver walked to Weng Nanxi and stared at the young woman.

The young woman gained freedom, came back from her sluggishness, and asked Weng Nanxi: "You really didn't take it? Didn't you take it? Did you take it?"

Weng Nanxi didn't say anything and turned around and left.

The young woman anxiously looked out her cell phone and asked the person on the other end of the phone who came to receive the letter...

Weng Nanxi couldn't hear the contents behind, and she no longer cared about it.

She sorted out everything she had just heard from the young woman.

Although suicide or suicide letters are one-sided words of the young woman, and even valuable evidence is "lost", if you think about it according to this idea...

Depression, amnesia, tattoos, music...

ah.

Everything makes sense.

"So that's what it is..."

Weng Nanxi took a deep breath and stopped.

"Sister Nan?" The assistant looked at Weng Nanxi and was puzzled. The driver was eager to go back and arrest the young woman.

"It's okay, you go first." Weng Nanxi took the black fisherman's hat for hiding from his assistant and said, "I'll walk by myself."

After saying that, Weng Nanxi put on a hat and walked slowly in the streets of the cinema without waiting for the assistant and the driver to react.

The cinema in the middle of the night is also very lively. There are mostly one-on-one couples in front of you, young people watching movies in groups, and movie lovers discussing movies in groups of three or five. At this time, most of the people who are willing to come out to watch movies are really people who really like watching movies.

And Weng Nanxi seemed to have nothing to do with all the excitement, she just walked forward slowly and on her own.

Han Jue in the past and Han Jue in recent years have been constantly colliding in Weng Nanxi's mind.

Memories are like a collapse of the dike and dam that floods Weng Nanxi.

In the past six months, except for advertisements and magazine covers, Weng Nanxi has not appeared in front of the public many times. She either devoted herself to the movies or did business wholeheartedly, because only by making herself busy can her thoughts not be occupied by memories that pop up from time to time.

But her memory suddenly became so good. Even if she didn't think hard, the past and suffering would pop up little by little like barbs. Details that she thought she didn't care about, that she thought she wouldn't feel guilty...

Can she remember these good, bad, and ordinary memories in the future? No one can share or prove them.

So lonely.

Weng Nanxi thought of him going to a dinner party and missing his birthday when he went home. He waved his hand and said it was okay, but his face was disappointed. She was silent for a few seconds, stepped forward and kissed him with a flash of water, apologizing to him. He pretended to be calm, and kept drinking with an empty water cup, for two minutes, just like a fool.

She thought of an ordinary afternoon, she was reading the script at home, and when she looked up, she saw him sitting at the dining table in the distance, facing her, and sleeping with her chin. Before that, because he wanted to be next to her like a clingy puppy, she scolded him for either shutting up or practicing, and he sat silently in the restaurant without making a sound and watching her sit for several hours. It was so stupid.

He and her and a bunch of friends went to nightclubs to drink, and he helped her block the wine, and his consciousness was lost. When the group was about to turn around and go to the next round, he held her hand tightly, but he refused to let her be taken away. Others stepped forward and smiled and asked him to let go of his hand, but he stared at him and beat him up. He looked like a god and demon, and he could not get close to her. She couldn't laugh or cry, so she had to comfort him and send him home. On the way, he hugged her and murmured that he would protect her, so he didn't worry.

besides,

besides……

And the last call they had before they broke up.

"Are you stupid..." Weng Nanxi murmured.

...

...

"Hurry, come and take the manual and take a look!"

"Hey, don't worry, Linlin said that Lao Han's movie will not be played today."

"No, Lao Han watched a lot of movies when he was [The Legend of the World]. If we guess according to Lao Han's taste, we might be able to meet him by chance!"

"No, why do you say no? Also, why are you suddenly so smart?"

"By the way, where is Apple?"

“Go to buy snacks.”

Everyone was chatting, and suddenly a woman wearing a hat and a mask came towards her. She lowered her head, her aura was incompatible with the lively surroundings.

They didn't whisper until the woman walked away.

“The legs are quite long.”

"Maybe he's a star."

"The figure is so good, and the face should be very beautiful."

"Why don't you say handsome? Do you dare to assume gender?" Liu Zhijie was dissatisfied.

Everyone greeted Jiang Yun one after another: "Xiao Jiang, your husband is finished."

Someone deliberately vaguely vaguely the tone, and it is really hard to understand when it is finished and bent.

After a while, Hu Fei walked slowly with a bag of snacks.

"Why is it so slow?"

Hu Fei said: "Just saw a person wearing a hat on the road..."

Before Hu Fei finished speaking, Liu Zhijie added: "Man?" and then his wife beat him up again.

Everyone told Hu Fei that those who were dressed up tightly and had a low aura that night, and they also saw it just now.

"She is a woman," said Hu Fei.

Everyone was surprised to ask why Hu Fei was so sure.

"I heard it." Hu Fei was silent for a while and looked behind her.

Behind her, the desolate woman could no longer be seen, but only a group of lively people were smiling, shouting, and cheering.

"She is crying."

Hu Fei said softly.

"I was so sad to cry."

...

...

Weng Nanxi suddenly stopped as she walked.

She wanted to continue, but after walking two steps, she stopped. If a stone blocked the path of the water flow, the people behind her bypassed her and walked forward.

There was a tree on the side of the road. She moved two steps to the side, leaning against the tree as soft as boneless, and then she squatted to the ground bit by bit.

People around him came and went, and no one looked at the woman who covered her entire face with a hat.
Chapter completed!