Gu Yuexi slowly walked into the living room, and his bright leather shoes stepped on a soft carpet that was two centimeters thick, with a light foot and a heavy foot, as if stepping on a cloud, and also disappearing the sound of stepping on the ground.

The light in the living room was very dark, like the haze and depression when the twilight came down, and the dull atmosphere was flowing slowly in the air.

Gu Yuexi lifted the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and not far away was placed a precious rosewood chaise longue and old rosewood, without careful carving, natural texture, colorful, clear and beautiful, like a clouded leopard It looks like a civet cat.

The reason why rosewood has become a priceless luxury collection in the world today is that it contains rich natural art and cultural connotations.

Si Yizhen was lying on the chaise couch. The smooth and graceful lines of the armrest and backrest outlined his slender and lean, sharp-shaped figure, meandering curves and lines, and elegant and noble charm.

"Come back!" Dan Chan's voice seemed as if Qiu Luqin was chilling.

"Huh!" Gu Yuexi slowly approached the chaise longue.

"Sooner than I expected to come back." Si Yizhen was lying on the chaise couch, his face in the dark room, showing a thrilling general pale, his eyes closed and his eyes narrowed.

"It's almost the same thing over Italy, so I'm back." Gu Yuexi stood beside Si Yixuan lightly, and the dim light hit him. His whole man was as expensive as coming out of the comics. Noble prince.

Si Yizhen put his hand on the armrest next to the rosewood chaise couch, and his fingers rubbed the delicate and natural texture on the armrest, without talking.

He did not speak, and Gu Yuexi did not speak.

Silent silence spread, but the tacit atmosphere was not boring.

"Gu Yuexi, do you believe in past and present life?" Si Yixuan slowly opened his eyes, his body pulled up slowly, slowly got up from the chaise couch, and walked slowly to the window, the dark glass window. , Outlines the obscure figure.

"I'm an atheist, don't you always know?" Gu Yuexi didn't explore why he asked this, and didn't speculate on the reason why he asked it. He only needed to answer faithfully, and his most direct answer was OK.

Si Yizhang looked at him, his eyes were extremely focused and serious: "I tell you now that this world has past and present life."

He is extremely convinced!

Mo Gong was critically ill, and Wen Xinya expressed too many questionable emotions, which showed that she had a secret that could not be found deep in her heart.

He had investigated her past countless times, but without any clues.

There are too many guesses in his mind, but he has been missing an opportunity!

Just a few days ago, Xinya was in the hospital and had a vague way to tell him this opportunity!

That is the past life and this life!

In this way, many things that happened to Xinya have been explained!

"Really?" Gu Yuexi's voice, cool and faint, there was no ups and downs. He knew his big BOOS, the Ashura who believed in Buddhism, but he didn't go into Buddhism. Instead, Asura said, he became bloody.

Such a person always has the kind of mercy that others can't match, but also possesses a frightening means.

Past and Present!

Probably people like this will believe it!

Si Yizhang lay back in the chaise couch, and he kept speculating about the Wen Xinya experience of the last life.

Fu Tianyang kidnapped Warm and Ya, intending to inject her drugs. Warm and Ya suddenly appeared. Various addictions and withdrawal reactions after drug use. Although the doctor explained that it was likely to be a huge stimulus, it was actually ... I Wenya was also abducted at the same time, but she was unfortunately addicted to drugs.

Therefore, when encountering the same thing, the fear deeply buried in my heart broke out.

Mo Gong was critically ill, and the kind of despair and sadness that appeared in the Wen Xinya watch could only explain one problem. In the previous life, Mo Gong had an outbreak of sudden myocardial infarction and was killed.

Therefore, Wen Xinya has been taking care of Mo Gong carefully, especially paying attention to the conditioning of dirty air.

When Wen Xinya seeing Henry, the obscure look on her face showed that she knew Henry, and even had some quarrels with Henry, and it was not difficult to imagine the significance of this in association with Henry's profession.

Probably among them ... it has something to do with him!

In what way did Warm and Ya know about the last life?

A hunch or a rebirth?

He prefers the latter over the former.

Only through real experience can you express such intense emotions.

Poisoned, the closest person died, and he can imagine that in the last life ... she was already destroyed!

Si Yizheng took out two incense bags, one white and one red, and the old one was not old, and there was no embroidery on it: "When I was young, my father had found a senior monk who gave me his life, It is said that my life is extremely expensive, but my fate is unpredictable, and I am destined to live alone. "

Gu Yuexi said: "Obviously this monk may not be as profound as the world knows. You met Miss Wen Da, where did you come from all your life?"

Si Yizhen didn't bother Gu Yuexi, and rubbed his fingers gently with two bags: "I quietly returned to China at the age of eighteen and met the monk again. The monk gave me two bags and told me ... … At the age of 20, if you meet a woman you love, open the red bag, and if you have never met, open the white bag. "

Young and frivolous, although he believes in Buddhism, he is unbelievable. This trick was quickly thrown away by him, and this encounter also gradually became an insignificant episode of the seed of life.

Until that day in the hospital, Xinya told him that the hidden secret in her heart was an opportunity!

He rummaged through the entire Laoshan Manor and found out the two tips.

Gu Yuexi was curious: "Oh, what's in the bag?"

"It is written in the red bag that the life and death are broad, and Zicheng talks; the hand of holding the child, and the old man." Si Yizhen's fingers rubbed the red bag's look changed.

Gu Yuexi asked again, "What about the white bag?"

Si Yizhang was silent, and slowly got up from the chaise couch. The sharp figure gradually drifted away in the dark, and the dark background was shocking.

The eyes in Gu Yuexi's lenses flickered, looked down at the small piece of paper on the ground, bent down and picked it up carefully, and unfolded it carefully. I saw on the paper: qióngqióngjiélì, lonely Finally old!

The eight words revealing the bleakness made Gu Yuexi inexplicably sad.

The atheism that has persisted for more than two decades, I don't know why, but at this moment it loosened and then collapsed.