The Rebirth of the National Goddess

Lu Yan has lived in the Shen family's villa for a long time, and only now did he find this masterpiece of creation.

I thought that for such an important thing, Qin Jie would leave a manuscript or something, but I didn't expect that Qin Jie saved all of it in the computer file.

As long as you have this masterpiece of creation, you are really not far from your own road to fame.

She also doesn't want to be called a vase.

"What's wrong?" Shen Lingtian came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, and while wiping his hair, he went to sit next to Lu Yan, put on her waist, and hugged her in his arms.

"Look, is this the work left by that bitch?" Lu Yan slid the mouse and scrolled through two pages of the document.

"Yes, this is this article. She mentioned it to me before. It has a total of more than 400,000 words, and all of them have been refined, baby." Shen Lingtian lowered his head and held Lu Yan's earlobe, and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing now? How are you going to repay me?"

Lu Yan turned her head and looked at Shen Lingtian with winking eyes, "How do you want me to repay you?"

Recently, Shen Lingtian is very energetic. These days, they have left traces on various occasions.

Office, hotel, villa...

Whether Shen's stock fell by 3% or being robbed of a cooperation project by an unknown small company, he didn't care. As long as he closed his eyes, his mind would be filled with Lu Yan's charming body.

Shen Lingtian's big hand wearing a Buddhist bead carefully stroked every inch of Lu Yan's body, his eyes were filled with fire, and a rotten smell soon radiated from the air.

Huagui Garden.

Chu Jin replied to the book review, and then walked downstairs.

At the same time, Wen Ziyao also came out from the next room. She had obviously cried just now, her eyes were red, but the ashen look on her face had disappeared, and her aura had also undergone some changes. The gloomy atmosphere that enveloped her body also disappeared, as if she had gained a new life.

Before leaving, she slipped a check to Chu Jin, "Master Chu, please accept this."

"Madam Wen's previous remuneration has already been credited to my card," Chu Jin returned the check to Wen Ziyao, "I can't accept this anymore, I wish you peace and happiness for the rest of your life, and never forget your original intention."

"Master Chu, thank you." In the dark night, Wen Ziyao stood outside the door in black, with a smile on her fair face, "Goodbye."

Chu Jin sent her out of the door, "Goodbye." Fragmentary lights reflected on her face through the window, hiding the face that was carefully carved like jade, revealing only a perfect ink painting, just a silhouette can attract In the eyes of countless people, the whole body exudes an orchid-like temperament in the empty valley, which is dusty, quiet, and cannot be desecrated.

Wen Ziyao stared at her blankly for a long time before getting into the car and leaving in the dust.

Chu Jin also turned and went back to the house, but Mrs. Zhang was not there, so she had to do it herself, boil the water, put in the noodles, beat an egg, and finally sprinkle with chopped green onion and coriander, and the fragrant Yangchun noodles came out of the pot.

Seeing her satisfied face after eating, Ah Zi swallowed, "Brother Jin, is it delicious?"

"Want to eat?" Chu Jin raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Think!" Ah Zi nodded hastily.

While the two were talking, Lin Xiaoman floated down from upstairs. However, Chu Jin communicated with Ah Zi with consciousness, so in the eyes of outsiders, she was just sitting there, eating noodles quietly. It is very elegant, without the "sucking" sound that ordinary people make when eating noodles, and every move can become a beautiful landscape.

It can be seen that she should have been well educated since she was a child, and she is the kind of child who came out of a big family.

"Master Chu, I want to trouble you with something." Lin Xiaoman floated across from her, and spoke slowly, her voice was a little ethereal, as if it had no substance.

Chu Jin reached out and took out a tissue, wiped the corner of his mouth, "What's the matter, tell me."

"There are still three hours, and I'm going to the underworld to report. I want to meet my parents before I leave. Can you help me?" She committed suicide, and she didn't see her parents for the last time before she died. , Moreover, during the period before suicide, she was in a daze and did not return home. She was the only daughter in the family. Now that I think about it, I am really ashamed of the parents who gave birth to her and raised her. I don’t know how they are doing now. It has been so many years , I wonder if they have overcome the pain of bereavement?

Only when she sees her parents are well, can she leave with peace of mind.

Chu Jin raised his eyes slightly, "Come with me." After speaking, he got up and walked upstairs.

Lin Xiaoman followed.

When she came to the room on the second floor, Chu Jin first fetched a basin of clear water and put it on the table, then placed the incense burner, glutinous rice, candles and other things on the table, she picked up a piece of yellow paper and spread it on the table, held it Brush, dipped in cinnabar, looked up at Lin Xiaoman, "What is your father's birth date?"

Lin Xiaoman is a filial daughter, and soon reported her parents' birthdays.

After drawing the talisman, Chu Jin lit three more incense sticks and put them in the incense burner, and immediately sprinkled some glutinous rice on the table.

After doing this, Chu Jin threw the painted talisman paper into the basin of clear water. As soon as the talisman paper was close to the clear water, flames burst out and turned into ashes, sinking into the bottom of the basin.

Soon an incredible scene appeared on the water.

Lin Xiaoman's eyes widened even more, looking at the scene in front of her, she tightly covered her mouth, "Dad, Mom..."

I saw a picture of a middle-aged couple walking out of the hospital embracing each other on the surface of the water. The pain of bereavement can no longer be seen on the faces of the husband and wife.