I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before

The place on the painting really exists.

Ningning looked at the abandoned railroad track in front of him. There were no cars, no people, only weeds. It was blown by the wind and swayed gently in the railroad tracks, with a small white flower or two inside.

"Remember the way over?" Ning Yuren stood behind Ning Ning, his hands on her shoulders.

Ningning shook her head.

"Then let's go again." Ning Yuren laughed.

It is a rare holiday. Ning Yuren didn't have to make a movie today. As a result, the two did not go to the park, the playground, or even eat ice cream or cake together. Time was spent on the road. Ning Yuren drove Ning Ning all the way to the suburbs to the abandoned railroad track in front of him.

Not enough at one time, two or three times back and forth.

"Remember now?" Ning Yuren asked.

"Remember," Ningning said.

"Can you go out alone?" Ning Yuren asked again.

This track was abandoned for a long time. Year after year, day after day, the original roads were flooded by weeds. The car could n’t get in, so I had to get off the car and walk through a lush forest. Finally To find this railroad track.

"Yes," Ningning replied. After walking back and forth two or three times, Ning Yuren engraved marks on the tree with a knife. Even with these marks, Ning Ning could find the way out, but he was a little confused. Why did his mother bring her here?

"Good boy." Ning Yuren smiled and touched her head, then slowly turned her head to look at the abandoned railroad track in front of her.

What exactly did she see on the rails?

So that there is a lingering heart, that heart is unwilling, that sadness and anger.

"Let's go." Ning Yuren suddenly patted on Ning Ning's back. "You walk in front, and your mother will follow you behind to see if you can find a way out yourself."

"Well!" Ning Ning nodded, walking towards the front, and looking back at Ning Yuren, wondering whether this was a game or a training. Maybe the possibility of training is even greater, because as soon as she took a fork in the road, Ning Yuren dragged her back to the railroad tracks and told her to go again. This time Ning Ning did not dare to go the wrong way. Looking up at the markings on the tree, it took half an hour to finally go out and see the main road outside, as well as the private car parked on the road.

"Good job!" Ning Yuren clapped his hands, and the big brother with his waist ringing out loud, she picked up the big brother, "Hey."

"The medicine you gave me last time, I asked people to check the ingredients." A man's voice sounded opposite, "Now the results come out."

"How?" Ning Yuren asked with a smile.

"Some are cold medicines and some are sleeping pills," the other party said.

"Well, I see." Ning Yuren still smiled, the smile was like the wood behind her, dark and gloomy, hiding endless dangers that were hard to detect with naked eyes.

At the same time, Ning Yuren's house.

Xu Rong was cooking in the kitchen, and a door opened behind her.

"Xiaoyu, come and taste this ..." Xu Rong picked up a piece of braised pork with a spatula, turned around, and then frowned, "... what's wrong with your clothes?"

Xiaoyu was standing at the door, wearing a brand new red skirt. She took the skirt and smiled, "Mom, do I look good?"

"Quickly change," Xu Rong said to her, looking at the direction of the doorway, "they will be back soon."

Xiao Yu's original smile gradually disappeared, and she bowed her head and muttered, "I don't want to wear her old clothes."

"... when paying wages, my mother will buy you new clothes." Xu Rong turned and turned off the fire, and then pulled her back to the room to change clothes. On her.

Although it is old clothes, it was actually given away before long, and it looks similar to new ones.

But Xiaoyu was still sullen. She nodded and looked at the bright and beautiful red dress she had just replaced, and then said to Xu Rong, "Mom, I don't want to go back to elementary school."

"Shh." Xu Rong interrupted her in a hurry. "How many times have I told you, don't say that you have gone to primary school, but that you are six years old and still in kindergarten."

"It doesn't matter." Xiaoyu pouted. "Anyone else here anyway."

Xiaoyu looks a little bigger than Ningning, but it's actually not. She is already eight, a half, and nine years old this year. Because of her late development and late registration, she announced that she was only six years old this year, and she was stuck in the selection of the female lead of "Future Dream".

"Isn't she afraid that you wouldn't pay attention to it? Did you talk about it when it was important?" Xu Rong sighed and held her in her arms.

Xiaoyu leaned in her arms for a while and said gently, "Mom, I really don't want to go back. I want to stay here, like Aunt Ning, to be an actress."

"Which actress is so good." Xu Rong shrugged her shoulders lovingly. "You picked up a chance and happened to be Ning Ning's illness. Your aunt Ning had a good relationship with me before I let you do it. Go up, but such opportunities are usually only once ... "

"Couldn't Ningning be more sick several times?" Xiaoyu said unwillingly, looking up at Xu Rong, "Mom, I really want to act."

Xu Rong was silent.

"I want to be an actress like Aunt Ning, I want to be as rich as her." Xiaoyu's eye circles slowly turned red, "so I don't have to wear old clothes that others don't want, and you don't have to work for others. We live In the big cities, never go back, and never be beaten again by my dad and grandma. "

Xu Rong was about to tears, and hugged her and said, "Okay, I'll go back and ask Aunt Ning, and let her find a way to let you continue acting."

"Well!" Xiaoyu happily kissed her cheek.

In order to ask for help, Xu Rong made every effort to burn the food with all the flavors. The mother and daughter waited for a long time at the table. When the dishes on the table were almost cold, they received a call from Ning Yuren. "I have something here, I won't go back for lunch at noon, you can eat it yourself."

"What is it?" Xu Rong asked carefully.

"It's nothing, personal matters." Ning Yuren said lightly, "let's say this first, bye."

Hanging up the phone, Xu Rong looked at the beeping microphone in her eyes with complex eyes, thinking: She used to be like this.

The relationship between the two of them is much closer than it seems. The two grew up together and read books together. Later, the correspondence between them has not been broken. Compared to the Ning Yu people who gradually broke out of the world, Xu Rong's situation was not so good. She married early, but she could not give birth to a child. She was scolded by her husband and mother-in-law. Dry, but later gave birth, but was a girl, began to be scolded with her daughter, she told Ning Yuren all these things in the letter, Ning Yuren sympathized with her and asked her to work by her side.

Therefore, Xu Rong is not only a nanny, but also a basket of words by Ning Yuren.

Although Ning Yuren is rich, she has a lot of pressure in the workplace. If she complains, she wo n’t tell her sad things, but she will tell Xu Rong, but somehow recently, she suddenly complained nothing to her. , Told her nothing.

"... Isn't she discovering it?" Xu Rong thought of this and couldn't help but stun it.

"Mom, when is Aunt Ning coming back?" Xiaoyu sat at the table and shouted at her from a distance. "I'm starving."

"Aunt Ning said she wasn't coming back, you should eat it first." Xu Rong replied, hungry but too late to eat, walked back to the room, opened the wooden cabinet for medicine, and hid a small bottle in the innermost Take it out.

"I was just confused ..." Xu Rong looked at the bottle and murmured, "I just thought that if Ning Ning's illness could be better later, Xiaoyu could continue to play ... she, she wanted to act so ... "

Holding the bottle in the handshake, she put the bottle into her clothes pocket, then went back to the living room to eat with Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu was still young and hungry, so she just focused on eating and didn't see her absent-minded, smiling.

After eating, Xu Rong arranged for Xiaoyu to fall asleep in her room and gently sing a lullaby, until Xiaoyu fell asleep, kissed her forehead, then squeezed the bottle in her pocket and went out.

The bottle in your pocket is not a cold medicine, but a sleeping pill.

Xu Rong didn't even dare to throw the bottle in the trash can at her doorstep. She got on a bus and didn't get off at several stops along the way. Until she reached the terminal, she got out of the car, looked around, and looked for something that could be thrown away local.

In remote suburbs, even a trash can is invisible, but we do n’t need a trash can. The roadside is overgrown with weeds, the bottle in your hand is thrown in, and it will be drowned by grass, and no one will find it for a long time. .

Xu Rong was about to pull out the bottle and throw it away, and suddenly a few people came out of the bush opposite.

She hurriedly halved the bottle and stuffed it back, walking to the station entrance as if waiting, as if waiting for a car.

Those people also walked towards the station. After getting closer, they found out that they were a couple. The father hugged a little boy and kept spanking him: "Shit, tell you to run around, tell you to run around . "

The little boy was crying, his mother was distressed beside him and said, "It's so hard to find someone. Don't break someone."

"But this place is really desolate. If it were not for him, I don't know that the forest is so deep and there is an abandoned track in it." The elder sister said.

"Fortunately, it is summer, and it's okay to throw it for a day and a half. If it is winter, people may not be able to return." The second sister said.

"Yi Tongyan is blown away by the strong wind, please hurry up three times for me!" Mom angered.

A bus came over and the family got on the bus one after another. The bus left the platform, leaving Xu Rong alone on the platform.

She watched the car leave, then lifted her feet and walked towards the bush where several people came. The road was very difficult. A branch hanged to her hair and broke several branches with force. Xu Rong simply broke the branch. Throw it on the ground, step on it with your foot, and click.

"It's hard for adults, let alone children." She muttered quietly, then stopped.

In front of me is an abandoned track. There are no cars, no people, only weeds. They are blown by the wind and gently swaying in the rails. There are one or two small white flowers inside.

She looked at the abandoned railroad track in front of her, and for some reason murmured the sentence he heard before: "It is okay to lose a day and a half in summer. If it is winter, people may not be able to return."