Shocking! A once-pretty face in the entertainment industry is reborn and becomes a top student!

Chapter 35 Born Great, Died Gloriously
Qingzhou Martyrs Cemetery.

As night fell, the cemetery dotted with stars was solemn and quiet.

Shen Youan came to a tombstone with a bunch of stars in his arms.

A majestic black tombstone stands on the light blue granite tomb platform.

Shen Youan knelt down and placed Gypsophila in front of the tombstone.

Suddenly, her eyes froze.

In front of the tombstone, a bouquet of yellow and white chrysanthemums swayed gently in the night wind, as if expressing endless memories.

Shen Youan raised her eyes, looked at the black and white photo engraved on the tombstone, raised her hand and carefully brushed away the dust.

The man in the photo has sword eyebrows and star eyes, is extremely handsome, and his eyes are full of radiance. Even through the old photos, one can feel the man's extraordinary elegance.

But, just like this, he will stay at the best age forever, without a single wrinkle or frost on his temples.

"It turns out that there are still people in this world who remember you."

Shen Youan placed the fruit offerings and candlesticks. In the night wind, the candlelight flickered slightly, and the voice and smile of the man on the tombstone seemed to be right in front of his eyes.

Shen Youan couldn't help but wet his eyes, and squatted in front of the tombstone with his arms around his knees, staring at the handsome man in the photo, murmuring non-stop.

The sky and the earth are big, and she is homeless.

When she was wronged, sad, and confused, she would come here and tell her long-sleeping father about the hardships and ups and downs, injustices and grievances she encountered in life.

She will sleep by the tombstone all night, and when the first ray of morning light falls on her body, she will wipe away her tears and welcome the new day with strength.

During Shen Youan's growth, she once complained about why her father left her alone, but it was also her father who practiced his ideals with his own life and taught Shen Youan the meaning and value of life.

Just like the epitaph engraved on his father's tombstone, life is great and death is glorious.

Even if life is like an ant, there is also an unyielding ambition.

The sky is full of stars, under the night, in the quiet cemetery, only the girl's low whispers disappear in the night wind.

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Crystal clear dewdrops descend quietly in the night, and slide down the green and tender leaf stems in the floating morning light.

In the snap of your fingers, the clouds and the dew have witnessed the passage of time.

The peaceful dawn slowly came.

Shen You'an, who was sleeping leaning against the tombstone, suddenly opened his eyes.

The twilight of the morning sun shone unscrupulously on his body, and Shen Youan narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

In my mind, the remaining nightmare gradually disappeared into nothingness.

Shen Youan calmed down her slightly disturbed breathing, she hadn't had a nightmare for a long time.

She couldn't remember everything in the dream clearly, only a little vague shadow.

The hardships of childhood, the suppression and humiliation of the entertainment industry, and that cold winter night...

Even in the scorching hot morning, Shen Youan could still feel the chill that penetrated into the marrow of his bones, as if his blood was frozen.

The next morning, sanitation workers found the woman frozen to death on the street.

The community collected the corpse and buried it. There are only a few words on the tombstone, telling the whole life.

In the dream, Shen Youan shook his drowsy head.

A man came to the tombstone and put down a bunch of baby's breath.

He stood in front of the tombstone for a long, long time. The woman in the photo was beautiful, but there was always a tired sadness in her eyes.

"I'm late."

This clear and clear male voice seemed to come from the depths of time and space, full of deep sorrow and longing.

Shen Youan's soul trembled.

The affection engraved in the voice will move the listeners.

The fog filled the air, and the man fell in front of the tombstone, brushing his fingers over the eyes of the woman in the photo, as if wiping away the tears from her eyes.

The heavy rain fell in an instant, washing away all the filth and filth in the world.

When the sun rises again, everything remains the same.

Only he stayed in the endless spring rain of that year forever.

His love has never been expressed in words, but it is as fierce as fire, burning with life.

Shen You'an wanted to take a closer look at the man's face, but no matter how hard she tried, the fragments of the dream were like quicksand between her fingers, relentlessly passing away.

Whether it is an illusory dream or a certain time and space once happened, Shen You'an doesn't know.

She just felt sad, suffocated, and could barely breathe.

After calming her breath, a guess gradually appeared in her mind.

The neurons in the nervous system of the brain will generate electric charges when they work, forming a natural biological current. According to the principle of electromagnetism, the moving charges will generate a magnetic field, which in turn affects the nervous system of the human brain.

The brain stores a huge amount of information during the day, forming a combination of different illusory scenes at night. This is a special process of the brain's nervous system for storing information.

This is where the dream comes from.

Why did she have such a dream, it must be a certain point during the day that triggered the memory of the neurons, so the brain unconsciously connected the information in the brain in a disorderly way, coupled with the activity of the geomagnetic field, she, who has not dreamed for a long time, just Will be haunted by nightmares.

Shen Youan frowned, her brain was spinning rapidly.

The sun is dazzling, and the chirping of insects and birds kicks off the morning, but it highlights the silence and solemnity of the cemetery.

Thinking of something, Shen Youan's eyes suddenly froze, and an incredible light danced in his clear eyes.

When leaving, the chrysanthemums in front of the tombstone and the baby's breath snuggled together, bathed in warm sunshine in the quietness of the garden.

Shen Youan walked out of the cemetery and took a taxi to the hospital.

Standing at the door of the ward, she watched the middle-aged man on the bed having breakfast, and listened to the nagging of the woman beside her in a somewhat honest manner.

"Brother, I'm not talking about you. Why are you afraid of her? It's obvious that she is sorry for you. This marriage must be divorced."

Zhang Jian had a bitter face, biting the meat bun, tasteless.

Next to him, Luo Wan was still trying to persuade him.

Shen Youan didn't listen any more, and went to the payment office, paid for a week's medical and dietary fees, and helped him upgrade to a VIP ward.

Uncle has been busy with work and taking care of the family these years, and his body has already been overwhelmed. It is better to take this opportunity to let him take a good rest.

Ever since she had that dream, it was as if a big stone had been pressed against her heart.

Shen Youan desperately wanted to find out all this, so she went to a nearby Internet cafe.

In the closed space, the smell of smoke, instant noodles, and foot odor is so mixed that it makes people feel nauseous.

After staying up all night, the teenagers fell asleep in front of the computer in disorder, the game interface on the screen was still fighting, and the dim light reflected pale and tired young faces.

Shen Youan found the machine, sat down and turned it on, his slender fingers clattered on the keyboard, and the messy noise was particularly eye-catching in the quiet enclosed space.

A piece of surveillance jumped out on the screen, which was the surveillance video of Zhang Jian lying drunk at the intersection in the early morning of yesterday.

When the first ray of sun rose in the morning, countless pedestrians turned a blind eye to the drunk.

The boy in white walked to his side stepping on broken light.

He answered the phone and called 120. Before 120 came, he stayed by Zhang Jian's side and carefully fed him mineral water.

The surveillance screen was not high-definition, and the boy's figure was a little blurry, but it didn't affect his outstanding figure and temperament.

"Rong Xianning..."

Shen Youan stared at the boy on the screen, and finally found the remaining vague shadow in the depths of his memory.

(End of this chapter)