Chapter 1664 Everything is an arrangement of fate!
The plane slid smoothly into the clouds, and Feng Suheng was still in a daze, unable to recover.
Looking back, I saw He Sichen and Ye Wan sitting together, each with a pair of headphones, looking head to head at the lyrics on the tablet.
That's the ending song for He Sichen's new movie. It was decided when we were having hot pot at Yuehuwan Apartment and it was sung by Shen Yuxin.
After a while, Ye Wan became the composer of lyrics and music.
The movie hasn't even been released yet, but the film crew has already used One and Shen Yuxin's ending song to promote it.
In addition to traveling around the world and pajamas partying in Iceland, He Sichen and Ye Wan have either taken turns or joined forces in the past few days, and have never been among the top ten hot searches.
At this moment, the two of them were chatting and listening to music, as if they were not going to recognize relatives, but going on vacation.
I want to ask He Sichen, are you sure you won't regret it?
I also want to ask Ye Wan, do you really not want to advise him to calm down for ten days and a half before making a decision?
But countless scenes flashed through my mind like a movie.
He sat on a bench on the street with despair, looking at the overpass in the distance.
Across the road, He Sichen, who was still a courier boy, rode around in circles, just to muster the courage to hand him half a burrito.
They lived together in a single apartment assigned by the company. He slept on the sofa and Herson slept on the bed. The two of them traveled around 365 days a year. No matter how hard and tired they were, no one said it was okay.
Then, he became popular, and they have made it all the way to where they are today.
Because of him, He Sichen went from a delivery boy to a top figure in the entertainment industry today.
Because of He Sichen, he became one of the top gold medal agents in the entertainment industry.
They made each other successful.
But under the overpass seven years ago, he and He Sichen, who shared the same burrito, could they have imagined today?
Everything is fate!
After exhaling in one breath, Feng Suheng's heart, which had been anxious for a week, suddenly calmed down.
Three hours later, the plane landed at Licheng Airport.
It was still sunset when we walked out of the airport, and by the time the car drove into the village, it was already dark and there was no light at all.
The moon overhead sprinkled silver frost on the ground, making the rugged bluestone road particularly difficult to walk.
The village was quiet all the way, with the croaking of frogs in the distance, the faint sound of TV nearby, and the occasional barking of dogs. Various sounds complemented each other, making the whole village even quieter.
Kankan walked around the alley and when he saw the house at the end, Heschen stopped suddenly.
Behind him, Ye Wan and Feng Suheng also followed suit.
At night, everything was pitch black.
But He Sichen's eyes seemed to be burning with two clusters of flames.
His body was as tight as a string, as if it would break if he let it go. He took a deep breath and strode forward.
clang clang.
clang clang clang.
There was a knock on the door, and the voices inside stopped for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, a bright young voice sounded in the yard, "Who is it?"
He Sichen was silent.
With the sound of footsteps, he strode over and opened the door. The young man inside was stunned, "Who are you... looking for?"
A few steps behind the young man is the door.
It was summer, and a curtain made of beads hung on the door.
You can see thinly sliced watermelon placed on the small square table behind the curtain. The woman is eating half of the melon while looking out.
The man sitting on the bamboo chair smokes his pipe.
It's bright inside and dark outside, so you can't see clearly what's going on outside.
The man walked out while smoking a cigarette, "Axi, who is here?"
The next moment, he saw He Sichen and Ye Wan standing outside the door.
The man was stunned, and the tobacco bag in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
It’s a great time to break the news, save it for the crematorium!