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Chapter 471

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    After dinner, Yan Xi followed her younger brother to his rental house. The moment she opened the door, a musty smell entered her nostrils.  Looking at the room the size of a tofu block, there is nothing but a bed and a simple wardrobe.  The bed and the closet are next to each other, and the outside is against the door, and you can reach the outside of the door in one step.  Yan Xi's eyes were dry and aching.

    "You live here?" His voice was uncontrollably hoarse.

    Yan Chuan was still smiling: "I spend most of my time outside, and occasionally come back to stay for one night. In fact, this house is more useful as a storage room. I want to make the best use of everything, and I don't live often, so there is no need to rent it.  Great house."

    He wants his sister to believe that it's not that he can't afford to rent a good house, it's just that he doesn't need it.

    Yan Xi asked: "The 50,000 yuan you gave me, is it all your savings?"

    "No, I still have money. If I accept a play, it will cost tens of thousands!"

    "Don't lie to me. I've already inquired about actors like you."

    Yan Chuan lowered his head: "It is true that I have earned less in the past two years, but I still sometimes earn tens of thousands of dollars for a movie."

    "The one you filmed when you were still in college?"

    Yan Chuan smiled heartlessly: "This shows that I used to be brilliant."

    Yan Xi sat on the edge of the bed, hugged herself with her hands, and sobbed slightly at first, but slowly, the tears became more and more scrambled, she was unable to control them, and the whole person lost control, holding her face and crying loudly.

    Yan Chuan knew that she was not only crying for him, but also for herself.  It has been difficult for her these years, but who can she tell about those difficulties?  A strong person like her naturally wouldn't cry in front of others.  Although everyone thought her life was over, she lost her job, her husband got cancer, and life sentenced her to death.  But she never gave in, and she didn't want those people to see a joke, so she smiled at those tribulations no matter how hard it was.  Finally left that small town, finally able to stop pretending, she cried a lot for her brother and herself!

    He sat next to his sister, patted her on the back lightly, without saying anything, believing that any language would be superfluous at this time.

    Yan Xi finally calmed down and looked at Yan Chuan.

    Yan Chuan smiled and said, "Sister, we will all get better gradually."

    Yan Xi nodded: "Yes, everything will be fine. Xiaochuan, the glory that really belongs to you has not yet arrived, and your career has just begun! Listen to what my sister said, and come with me to see Xu Lu tomorrow and sign a contract with her  .¡±

    "good!"

    Yan Xi got up and almost hit his head on the light bulb that fell in the air.  She looked at the ceiling of the room: "The ceiling of this room is less than 1.7 meters high?"

    Yan Chuan said: "It's a little more than 1.7 meters. Now this kind of house is very popular. It used to have only one floor, but later the landlord changed it to two floors and rented them all out."

    Yan Xi said: "Then you can't even straighten your waist here? This is not considered illegal?"

    "It's not something I can manage. Anyway, I'll lie down as soon as I come in, even if I'm 1.5 meters, there's no problem." He lay down on the bed happily.

    Yan Xi saw that his house was in a mess, it was not big in size, and the mess was thrown here and there, feeling that there was nowhere to go.  She got up and started tidying his room.

    Yan Chuan saw it and stopped him: "Sister, you don't need to regulate it. It's tidy today, but it's messed up tomorrow."

    Yan Xi said: "The place I live in must be clean to live comfortably!"

    "I think I'm quite comfortable this way."

    "I read a book that says that a person's spirit is inseparable from his living environment. If you are so sloppy, you will feel depressed when you look at it. You tidy up the room and give yourself  It's a positive psychological hint, and as time goes by, the mental outlook will also be full of vigor." Yan Xi said, but his hands didn't stop.  There is already a corner under the control of her skillful hands, showing a completely different atmosphere.

    Yan Chuan said: "You always have this crooked theory."

    "It's true, you can try it if you don't believe me." Yan Xi picked up a tin box, "What is this?"

    Yan Chuan glanced at it: "A letter from my fans."

    "Do you still have movie fans?" Yan Xi was a little surprised, as an older sister, she had never seen any of her younger brother's plays.  She thought that all his scenes had been cut and he hadn't shown his face on big or small screens at all.

    Yan Chuan said: "You are underestimating people. I gained a lot of fans for that movie back then."

    "So, you've been living on your laurels now?"

     Yan Chuan sighed: "I wish I could live on my laurels, but it's a pity that I don't have to eat my laurels."

    "Why? It stands to reason that size can be regarded as a prize. How could it be reduced to where it is today?"

    Yan Chuan recalled the road he had traveled in the past few years. It is not easy to explain why he has fallen to where he is today.  He thought about it, and in short: "In short, it's hard to say."

    Yan Xi knew that he didn't want to talk, so he didn't ask further.  Opening the small iron box, I saw that some of the envelopes inside were old, but two looked new.  She wondered, is there still someone writing letters these days?  Seeing the sender's name on the envelope, he asked, "A fish that can dance? I think she wrote you the most letters."

    Yan Chuan said regretfully: "All these years, he has been writing to me. Probably she is the only one who still remembers me."

    "What was written in the letter?" Yan Xi had a gossipy face.

    "It's nothing, it's just trivial things. He didn't do well in the exam and was scolded by his parents. Or what books he's reading recently and how it helps him. Anyway, write everything."

    Yan Xi looked at the postmark on the envelope, and this dancing fish actually wrote more than 50 points to Yan Chuan: "Look at the handwriting is so delicate, it should be a girl, right?"

    "We have never met before, how do we know if she is a girl or a boy?"

    Yan Xi smiled meaningfully: "You have kept her letter all the time, do you have special feelings for her?"

    "Don't talk nonsense, I have never met before, how can I have feelings? I just regard her as a fan of mine. Now that the team is separated, she is still willing to follow me. Of course, I must cherish it." Yan Chuan took Yan Xi's hand  The box and envelope in the box, holding the iron box and not letting go, "When you are depressed, take out these letters and look at them, knowing that besides my relatives, there are people who care about me in a corner of the world, and I will be happy again."  The courage to go on."

    Yan Xi said: "Am I thinking too much, or are you trying to cover up? There are many kinds of feelings. Is there no other relationship between men and women besides the relationship between men and women? I simply mean the relationship between an actor and a movie fan.  You see, where are you thinking? Also, you can¡¯t have feelings if you haven¡¯t met before? Isn¡¯t this beautiful line of words enough for you to understand a person? "

    Yan Chuan knew that he would never win a fight with Yan Xi.  Simply surrender: "Okay, okay, I admit defeat. I want to cover up, okay?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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