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The next two groups quickly came on stage, and after intense screening, four more people stood on the seats to be reserved.
When it was Louis¡¯ turn to take the stage, the audience was in a state of excitement because the judges had given different questions and they had seen too many surprises.
As for what kind of performance Lewis, who once almost won the Best Actor Award, will give, everyone is secretly looking forward to it.
Jiang Zhu glanced at the four of them quietly, then turned to look into the man's calm and deep eyes.
She nodded towards the man without changing her expression, and a flash of light flashed across Louis's gray eyes, as if a special drug had been injected into him, instantly stimulating all the activities in his body.
The title she gave was "The Truth".
What kind of turning point can be called the truth?
What kind of story can restore the truth?
And what kind of ending is needed to live up to her expectations?
Louis clenched his fists secretly, feeling impatient in his heart.
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A man wearing a shabby windbreaker walked into the convenience store. He looked tired and had a hint of red in the corners of his eyes. He looked not in good condition.
The cashier at the convenience store is a part-time college student. He is young and beautiful, wearing well-fitting work clothes. He looks at the man with a smile on his face, "Sir, do you need any help?"
The clerk had a gentle voice and a pair of clean eyes that seemed to be able to speak. However, the man did not notice her appearance. He happily walked to the wine cabinet, took a bottle of cheap beer, staggered to the counter, and then noticed Noticing the girl's appearance, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "How much?"
The clerk was a little frightened by his look. He shrank slightly and then said a number.
The man frowned when he heard this and took a few coins from his pocket and gave them to her. The clerk secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. He took the coins and was about to put them in the cashier, but the man did not leave immediately. Instead, he raised his hand and leaned on the counter. In front of me, I looked at the clerk's face, with a look of interest in his eyes.
"May I have your name?"
"I didn't expect that he would not leave after buying something, but would still bother me here. The clerk suddenly became wary, "My name is Luo Lin. It's very late now, sir. You should go home."
"I don't have a home." The man shook his head and looked at her with a low laugh in his throat, as if he saw something that made him happy. "The woman I like died a few years ago."
Hearing this, the clerk¡¯s face suddenly turned ugly, ¡°Sir, even if this is the case, you shouldn¡¯t disturb my work.¡±
"She died in a car accident." The man whispered, a pair of brown eyes showing on his bearded face. "At that time, she was still a high school student. She liked to wear a blue plaid skirt and carry a black schoolbag every day. With a ponytail on her head"
"She is doing well in her studies. Among those young people who are not enterprising, she has always maintained excellent grades."
"I fell in love with her at first sight."
The man looked dazed, immersed in the beautiful past.
The clerk¡¯s expression became impatient, and he obviously didn¡¯t like hearing these boring things.
¡°Sir, people die every day in the world, and it¡¯s even more normal to die in a car accident.¡± She said.
"Yes," the man raised his head, his brown eyes filled with deep recognition, "People do die every day in the world, I shouldn't be too sad."
"That's true," the clerk said.
"When she died, she fell in front of the museum where we met. She was a girl who couldn't rest. She always liked to walk around every weekend. She was seen in the streets and alleys of City A. She said she would take her with her I went to the museum to see "Woman Holding an Umbrella", which is a very famous painting. The artist spent most of his life painting his wife, and they were very much in love."
The clerk became more and more impatient as she listened. She didn¡¯t know what the painting ¡°Woman Holding an Umbrella¡± was. She just wanted the man in front of her to leave as soon as possible. He had seriously affected her mood.
It¡¯s really unlucky to meet such a customer on the night shift.
"Today I went to see the painting "Woman Holding an Umbrella"," the man seemed not to notice the clerk's impatience, and said in a slow voice, "I don't like it. It's not because the painting is not good, it's because I don't like the painter."
"What don't you like about a painter?" the clerk said sarcastically, "With your status, no matter what kind of painter, there is no difference in front of you." After all, you are not qualified to judge them.
The man had a very good temper and was not angered by the clerk at all. He even smiled gently and said, "What you said is wrong. I don't like him because heHis wife accompanied him to wandering around and suffered many hardships and died, but he found a new love. "
The clerk was speechless. He wanted to refute him, but couldn't find the words.
"I don't like this," the man shook his head, as if he looked down on such people, "If I love someone, let alone give her a good life, she just wants the stars in the sky, and I will pick them for her."
The clerk suddenly sneered, "Based on your status? Sir, you are really drunk."
The man ignored her, "After I went to the museum, I bought a bunch of Margaret and went to the cemetery. Today is her memorial day."
For some reason, the clerk¡¯s heart skipped a beat.
"Today?" She asked uncertainly, "Are you sure it's today?"
"Of course," the man took a sip of beer and smiled, "On this day that year, she also said that she would marry me when she goes to college in the future."
"Shewhat's her name?" The clerk's eyes trembled slightly, and his tone was obviously full of surprise.
¡°I never tell others her name,¡± the man sighed softly, ¡°No one is qualified to hear her name except me.¡±
The clerk stiffened and was about to ask something more when two noisy young men suddenly walked in from outside the door, one of them suddenly stopped his companion¡ª¡ª
"Today is the 9th?"
"Yes," the companion replied naturally, "it's October 9th, why do you have such a bad memory."
"No," the man said, "If I remember correctly, October 9th is a special day. Executioner No. 9 will definitely avenge his beloved woman tonight."
The companion was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what he meant, and suddenly realized, "It is indeed tonight. I don't know where he is now and how he will end this revenge."
"I hope he won't be caught by the police," the boy smiled slyly, not mentioning the executioner's fear at all, and even a little excited, "Things were so big back then, No. 9 would never let it go."
"Okay," his companion took a bottle of drink and handed it to him, "go back to school quickly, we won't be able to get in after a while."
"Okay," the boy reluctantly took the drink to the counter, looked at the beautiful clerk, and then at the lazy, down-and-out man. His expression changed slightly, and he asked the clerk with his eyes if he needed help.
The clerk nodded suddenly, wanting them to drive the man away, but the man whispered, "It didn't snow on October 9th this year. She likes snowing the most." (Remember this site's website address: www. hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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