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嘤夤嘤...

The suppressed low sobbing sounded in the dark room, making it hard to sleep, Lin Xian was a little angry, he was too busy the past few days, he never rested well, and he didn't get to bed until three in the morning last night. , After squeezing for a while, he was woken up again.

No, why are there women crying in his room? Could it be that another actress sneaked into his room to stir up scandals in the name of discussing the script? Lin Xian jerked abruptly, sat up, and scolded impatiently: "Who are you, who opened it for you..." The

questioning stopped abruptly when he saw the scene in front of him, and he could see as far as he could see. It wasn't the snow-white walls of the hotel, but a dull mud wall with two rows of yellowed colored paper sticking to it. Lin Xian narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a few seconds, and vaguely discerned that this was a very rare phenomenon in the last century. Portraits of great figures like the popular Ten Marshals.

Looking at this room again, it is extremely cramped, broken and small, with no windows, only a small skylight above the head, which is the only source of light in the room, and the roof made of straw around the skylight floats a few pieces of grass in the sun. crumbs.

There are thatched cottages in this era? Lin Xian felt a little at ease, because no female star would choose such a place to get some heat.

After thinking about this section, Lin Xian had the mind to look at the furnishings in the room. The room was very rudimentary. There was only one shabby single bed, and the white-washed sheets were patched. Stones were piled up, and an irregular wooden board was laid on it. On the wooden board, there were books that were basically damaged and did not even have a cover.

He seemed to travel through time overnight, returning to the 1980s and 1990s.

Could it be that someone did a prank? Lin Xian rubbed his brows and suddenly remembered that the sound of crying in the room was gone. He subconsciously turned his eyes to the place where he cried before, but he was completely empty.

What about people? Looking around quickly, Lin Xian's brows twitched when he didn't see anyone, could it be that he hit an evil today?

Suddenly a sound of wind came from behind him, Lin Xian hurriedly turned to the side, but he was still hit, and a sharp pain came from his back shoulder, and the pain caused him to hold on to the wall with a pale face to stabilize his body.

After a short pause, Lin Xian bared his teeth, raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the opposite side, only to see a little girl with a childish face standing there, holding a thick stick in both hands, the cat. The same round eyes stared at him cautiously.

Her nose was red, her eyes seemed to have been washed with water, and there were still wet tears at the corners of her eyes. It was obvious that she was the one who made the cry just now. But the most surprising thing is her hair that has been cut like a dog has gnawed. The part below the ear, the hair is cut close to the root of the hair, revealing the white scalp, although it is slightly longer upwards. A little bit, but also uneven, thick and thin, and with the wet tears on her face, it looked terrible.