Chapter 3:

After hearing the name Yiyi again, Han Feixu finally understood, "Yiyi... is my daughter?"
"The big name Han Nianyi, the nickname Yiyi," she lowered her eyes and looked at the little girl standing in the photo, smiling brighter than all the adults. Shen Sangluo has mixed feelings, "Looking at your appearance, I don't seem to remember anymore. Now, what can I do, the child is the most sensitive."
Han Feixu didn't say anything. Her mental age was still sixteen, and suddenly she became twenty-six. She also had one more daughter. She would definitely not be able to turn around in a short time.
"Forget it, you go back first, and I'll talk about the future."
Drove the car to the intersection. Before Han Feixu got off the car, he remembered a question, "Ye Mingxin gave me a car key and asked me to pick up Yiyi."
Shen Sangluo wondered, "Let you pick it up, isn't it the 10th today? It should be the day she picks it up."
"She said she has something."
Shen Sangluo is really busy these two days. If it is normal, she can pick it up, but today she has asked for leave. If she asks for leave in the afternoon, the leader must eat her alive.
"Then you can pick it up. It's not difficult to pick up the child. Yiyi's looks are so prominent, you can see her at a glance. Even if you don't see her, she can see you, and then just take her back to my house. "
Han Feixu nodded ignorantly, and then was about to get out of the car. She had already stepped out of the car with one foot, and Shen Sangluo suddenly stopped her.
She still couldn't hold back her curiosity, "You... don't you think there is something wrong with Yiyi's appearance?"
Han Feixu shook his head, "Don't think, doesn't it look like me?"
Seeing her not talking, Han Feixu asked her, "What's wrong?"
"It's okay," Shen Sangluo gave a quick smile and urged: "Go, what should I do if Ye Mingxin goes back later."
Han Feixu left according to words. Shen Sangluo drove back to the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television. While waiting for the elevator, she took out her mobile phone and took a look. After waking up the screen, the screen was the same as she had last time when she stopped, looking at Han Nianyi. Shen Sangluo couldn't help but sigh with her immature face. It turned out that her good friend didn't tell her everything.
After all they have grown up, they also have their own little secrets.

Ye Mingxin debuted at the age of 19, and she became popular at the age of 20. She was four years older than Han Feixu. When she debuted, Han Feixu had just entered high school. It was when she was the most energetic and easy to adoration of personality. Ye Mingxin acted A reality-oriented movie captured Han Feixu's second heart in an instant, and then she became a fan of Ye Mingxin.
In other words, Han Feixu liked Ye Mingxin for only a year.
Han Feixu is a fan, but not a fan. She still likes Ye Mingxin until now, but if Shen Sangluo is serious enough to keep her away from Ye Mingxin, she will still listen to Shen Sangluo.
A star far away from him, a friend who grew up with him, Han Fei knows which one is more important.
Back at home, Han Feixu walked upstairs with her head sullen and ready to tidy up all her belongings, but just a few steps after she walked out, she was stopped by the aunt at home, who looked at her enthusiastically. "Madam, I have all the food for tonight. Would you like to check it out?"
Except during her childhood, Han Feixu had never seen anyone speak to herself in such a humble servant attitude. She took two steps back uncomfortably, "No, you can do it yourself."
The aunt said "Oh", "Miss likes to eat matsutake, but there is almost no matsutake in this season. I will just buy some mushrooms. When Miss comes back, I will show her and see that the mushrooms are so cute. I will definitely eat more. I like good-looking things, and I don’t know who the young lady has personality."
Han Yankong Feixu felt like an arrow in his knee
When talking to her aunt, Han Feixu was very nervous. She was afraid that her aunt would suddenly ask something she didn't know, and then she would reveal her stuff. In fact, this is all because of her concern. The aunt is a subordinate, and she is the boss. How can a subordinate ask about the boss?
Soon, the aunt turned back to the kitchen. Han Feixu walked upstairs quickly. She walked too quickly today and hardly looked at the specifications of the house. Standing at the top of the stairs, Han Feixu couldn’t remember that she was. From which door she came out, she froze for a while, and intuitively opened the door on the left.
This room is similar in size to hers, even the furnishings are similar. Han Feixu stood at the door and did not dare to move for a long time because she always felt that there was something different.
After three minutes, she finally figured out what was different. It was much cleaner and tidy than her room.
Knowing that she was in the wrong room, Han Feixu turned around and wanted to leave, but as soon as she put her hand on the doorknob, she suddenly thought that this was Ye Mingxin's room.
That is, Ye Mingxin's...boudoir.
...
Han Feixu’s tutor is very good. She will not mess with other people’s things, but when she thinks that this is an idol’s room, she can’t help but want to see it. She didn’t look around either, just walked to her bed. , Looked at the furnishings on her desk.
The script, documents, a bottle of whiskey with half of the drink, a glass with a bottom left, and two photo frames.
One of the photo frames is a little braid, Biye's Yiyi facing the camera, and the other is her and Ye Mingxin.
In this photo, she is not as mature as she in the mirror. She looks like she is still in college. Although her hair is loose, her eyebrows are still green. She puts her arms around Ye Mingxin's shoulders, standing behind her, she puts her head on Ye Mingxin In her shoulders, she seemed shy, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her.
I am so happy.
After looking at it, she picked up the photo frame, Ye Mingxin still looked plain, but gentle and plain, not the indifferent plain that Shen Sangluo showed her.
Haven't digested the dream of marrying an idol, they must immediately face the reality of a divorce lawsuit with an idol, but why do they divorce?
This question appeared in Han Feixu’s heart. She never realized that she was a client. Looking at everything around her, she always felt like she was a bystander, as if it was not her who was divorcing, but another woman. .
Han Feixu lowered her eyes. She was sixteen years old, and she was seventeen soon. She was past the age of secondary disease. She also knew that she was amnesia, not a journey, maybe someday the memory will come back.
But she lost her memory for no reason, and she didn't know when those memories would come back.
Han Feixu was melancholy, suddenly, the door handle was turned half a circle.
Han Feixu was startled, she raised her head, and the people who came in saw her, and slowly pressed their lips, "What are you doing here?"
Ten years didn't seem to leave any trace on Ye Mingxin's body. Of course, she has changed, and she has become better than before. In the past, Han Feixu liked her. What she likes most is her eyes. Books always say that human eyes can speak. After seeing Ye Mingxin, she had a substantial feeling for this sentence.
Looking at those clever eyes, Han Feixu felt that his heartbeat stopped for a while, and the thought instilled by Shen Sangluo in the morning was instantly overwhelmed by the heart of the fan.
...
Ye Mingxin’s gaze shifted and she saw the photo frame in her hand. Ye Mingxin’s arm was tight for a moment. She walked over and retrieved the photo frame from Han Feixu. She used a bit of strength, but Han Feixu didn’t react. Half of her body shook, she looked at Ye Mingxin in amazement, not understanding why she treated herself this way.
Ye Mingxin pressed the side with the photo close to her body, and she also noticed that she was out of shape, but to Han Feixu, she could not say anything softly, "Don't come into my room in the future."
Han Feixu lowered her eyes, she just went wrong and didn't come in on purpose.
"understood."
After speaking, Han Feixu passed her and went out. Ye Mingxin didn't expect that she would respond to her. She turned to look at her, but only saw Han Feixu leaving.
Ye Ming closed her eyes as if she saw something she didn't want to look at anymore. She lowered her head and took the photo frame to her eyes. The two people in the photo frame were strange and familiar. They looked too close, so close that she felt dazzling.
After watching it for a long time, she sat back, and then gently buckled the frame on the table.
Han Feixu went back to her room and took out a trolley box from the closet. She first put all the paper documents, notebooks and some certificates Shen Sangluo asked her to take, because she didn’t know where to put those things. Now, it took her an hour to find them.
She opened the closet and looked at the expensive clothes inside. She picked a few items with less severe visual impact and put them in the trolley case.
The daily necessities were also installed, and Han Feixu habitually went to find her piano bag, but she went around the room several times, but she couldn't find it.
If she couldn't find it, she didn't. She had to leave with a trolley case and walked to the door of the room neatly. Han Feixu was in trouble. Does she need to talk to Ye Mingxin?
Standing in the same place for a while, she felt that she should not go. Looking at Ye Mingxin's attitude towards her, the two of them should have reached the stage of incompatible water and fire. Also, the couples she had met before were all like this before the divorce, and prayed every day that she would be widowed soon.
...
Dragging the trolley case, Han Feixu still had the car key in her hand. She couldn't figure out who the owner of the key was. Since Ye Mingxin gave it to her, it should be Ye Mingxin's?
She put the key on the small cabinet at the door, and then went out with difficulty.
The things she loaded were heavy and heavy. There was a small ridge between the bedroom and outside. As soon as the suitcase passed by, there was a bang. Han Feixu stopped moving in fright. She looked up and found that no one heard it. , And then continue to go outside. A trolley case, a messenger bag, and a tote bag. These three things almost packaged Han Feixu as a mother who broke through the border.
Looking at the spiral staircase, she froze. She first put the handbag on the trolley rod, and then changed the direction of the messenger bag. She was almost ready to lift the suitcase and walk down. After a while, no mention was made.
...This is embarrassing.
I tried again, but still did not move, tried again, the trolley box did not get up, but Ye Mingxin's door opened.
Her eyes were very cold.
At that moment, Han Feixu wanted to go back to school and bowed and apologized to the principal and the director of the Academic Affairs Office.
She was wrong, she used to be ignorant.
This is the real death gaze, TAT