Nan Song burst into Luo Junheng's room like a whirlwind, without even having time to knock on the door.
Although Luo Junheng was not asleep, he was still disturbed by his sister's sudden behavior and frowned, "It's so late at night, what are you doing?"
Nan Song didn't care about being scolded by his eldest brother, and rushed over directly, throwing the phone in front of him.
"Bingtuozi sent me an email, look!"
Luo Junheng turned on the desk lamp, frowned and read a line of text on his phone, and narrowed his blue eyes.
The number of words in this line of Yan Yuan is very small, but the amount of information is very large.
He couldn't help but raise his head and looked into Nan Song's dark eyes, "Did Yan Yuan send it to you?"
"Yes, I just received it!"
Nan Song came running over. She was obviously not far away, but she was sweating. She almost flew over like the wind, breathing slightly.
A pair of eyes, dyed with the light of hope, appear sparkling and bright.
"If it's really from him, then the credibility is very high." Luo Junheng said this, with a hint of light in his eyes.
But after all, he has experienced more ups and downs than Nan Song. Unless you have experienced such a fantasy, you will never dare to believe it easily.
Nan Song, on the other hand, firmly believes in it.
"Tell me, what method did Bing Tuozi use to pry open Qiao Leng's mouth? It's amazing!"
Nan Song now only has admiration for Yan Yuan.
"Don't be too happy too early."
Luo Junheng was afraid that his sister's hopes were too high, so he had to pour cold water on her to wake her up, "Do you really believe that there is another parallel time and space in the world?"
"Why don't you believe it?"
Nan Song said seriously: "The world is so big and full of wonders. My parents told me a long time ago that there are many parallel time and spaces in this world, and there are people like us living in another time and space. There are also aliens.
There are many people with supernatural powers... Brother, aren't your births another kind of existence that is different from the norm? If Yan Yuan dares to send me Qiao Leng's confession, it means that he believes what he said.
That's not crazy."
She frowned and said, "He believes it, and so do I!"
It has to be said that Nan Song's determination injected a lot of light into Luo Junheng's heart, and ignited hope in even the most rational heart.
What can be determined now is that Nan Ningsong and Luo Yin were not brutally murdered by Sean and Qiao Leng.
They are still alive.
But when exactly they will come back, how they can come back, and whether they can come back, no one knows, they are all unknown.
*
He Shen finished work overnight and rushed back from London.
He carried his suitcase and went upstairs quietly, fearing to wake everyone up. When he reached the stairs, he was still startled by Nan Song.
"Third brother!" She appeared like a ghost wearing a white floral dress.
He Shen was almost sent away by her. He felt as if his soul had left his body. He covered his heart and said, "You scared me. Are you filming a horror movie at night?"
"I knew you were coming back today."
Nan Song excitedly grabbed his arm and said, "Come to eldest brother's room. I have something to tell you."
He Shen sat on the sofa and read the email sent by Yan Yuan. He listened to Nan Song for a long time, and his brain didn't even turn around. The word "confused" was written in capital letters on his beautiful face.
He has been in the industry for more than ten years and has filmed movies of all kinds. If what Nan Song said was a story, it would not be too unusual, but if this happened to his own family, it would be completely unbelievable!
He digested it for a while, and then said slowly: "You mean, mom and dad are still alive, but we can't see or find them now?"
"Yes, that's what it means!"
Nan Song feels that the third brother is indeed an actor who has been praised by professional screenwriters for his ability to adapt scripts, so his acceptance rate is high.
However, the next moment, He Shen looked at Luo Junheng, "Brother, isn't this a story made up by Xiaoliu himself?"