Han Chuan put his coat on his body, and he staggered forward after just fighting. As long as he walked in front of the villa, Han Chuan would be considered home. The girl inside must have prepared a meal and will open the door for his return.

He knocked desperately on the door, but there was no response from inside.

"Alas. Angry again. Han Chuan sighed.

He found a place to sit on the ground in a decadent way. Reporters who don't know where flocked to Han Chuan and took a complete picture of Han Chuan's down-and-out appearance, which was clear.

Han Chuan wanted to run, but every road was blocked by reporters. Some reporters took out the microphone and pointed it at Han Chuan and asked him like a desperate question.

"Some people say that you can write songs, but you can't be a scumbag, do you admit this point of view?"

"Mr. Han Chuan, some people say that the songs you write come from the endless excitement of life. Did you just come back from looking for excitement?"

"Your recent song shows the despair of falling out of love, are you out of love, and who is your new girlfriend?"

Han Chuan wrapped the coat he had draped around his head.

At this time, he looked like a criminal when he was taken away with his face covered. But Han Chuan couldn't care about it so much.

He groped around with both hands, trying to escape, but his coat still couldn't stop the glare of the flashing lights outside.

How Han Chuan wished that someone could stand up and help him. But he couldn't walk, and no one would help him. Han Chuan shrank in the corner, quietly listening to their questions as if he were being interrogated. It's just that Han Chuan just doesn't speak.

I don't know how many hours I stayed up with them, but the reporters finally left.

Han Chuan had been listening to the footsteps outside, and now those footsteps were getting farther and farther away from him.

Han Chuan took off the coat that was covering his head.

Suddenly, Han Chuan was startled when he found that there was a woman sitting next to him.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not a journalist. Hearing the girl say this, Han Chuan's heart relaxed slightly.

"I'm a fan of yours, can you sign it for me?"

"I didn't bring a pen, I didn't bring paper. Han Chuan said without emotion. "It's not going to be signed on your ass, is it?" Han Chuan suddenly smirked.

The girl's face flushed, "I brought pen and paper, can you sign it for me?"

Han Chuan took the pen handed by both hands in the girl's hand, and scribbled two words on it, "Okay, you get out." ”

Han Chuan staggered to his feet, but he didn't know where to go.

She's certainly not deflated yet. Han Chuan thought.

"If you don't have a place to go, you can come home with me. The girl behind her spoke.

Han Chuan shook his head incredulously, and then spat a round spit on the ground in disgust.

Han Chuan stared at the girl who was a little mentally retarded in his eyes. "Don't you know who I am? Looking for death?"

"You are Han Chuan, my idol. The girl hugged the signature that Han Chuan had just given her tightly to her chest.

Han Chuan looked at this girl carefully, she didn't look very old, no wonder she was so stupid and didn't understand anything.

Han Chuan wanted to leave immediately, but he didn't know what was holding him back. He turned to the girl and said. "Remember, don't go with a guy at any time, no matter who that guy is. Girls are outside, protect yourself. ”

Han Chuan draped his coat over his body and continued to staggered forward. Saying this, he was actually very weak-hearted.

Once, Han Chuan also said such things to a girl who asked him for an autograph. What Han Chuan thought in his heart was that he hoped that the girl would go with him, and she also followed Han Chuan without hesitation as Han Chuan hoped.

Later, she became Han Chuan's reluctant and inseparable girlfriend.

I have to admit that Han Chuan likes her very much, and he really likes her. But what did he do to her?

Han Chuan shook his head fiercely, trying to throw those strange thoughts out of his mind. He doesn't want to reflect on himself, and he doesn't want to face the facts! He must firmly believe that he is not wrong! Only in this way can the road out be open enough.

Han Chuan gave himself enough momentum and strode forward.

When he arrived near the villa, Han Chuan turned his head vigilantly and looked around. After going around the big villa several times to make sure that no reporter was there, he knocked on the door of the villa again.

The door to that villa hadn't opened for him yet.

Han Chuan's eyes circled around again, confirming that there was no one around.

"Haruka, I was wrong. Is it okay to open the door?" Han Chuan kept knocking outside, but there was no response from inside.

"It's so cold outside that I want to go home. Haruka, I was wrong, I really know it's wrong. I won't do it again next time. ”

The door hasn't opened yet.

"Damn!" Han Chuan scolded secretly and spat again. When he said this before, Feng Yao had already opened the door.

"Feng Yao! Feng Yao, you open the door!" Han Chuan kicked the door of the villa angrily.

"Bastard, do you want Lao Tzu to freeze to death?" Han Chuan slammed on the door.

The heavy door of the villa was slammed and let out a low roar.

At first, Han Chuan's tone was very weak, because he knew that he had done something wrong again. But Feng Yao never opened the door, but Han Chuan had more confidence to be angry.

He used his hands and feet together, kicking and banging frantically on the door of the villa. "Open the door to Lao Tzu! What right do you have to lock me out!"

The door finally opened a crack......

Han Chuan, who was lying in the car, suddenly woke up, and he sat up suddenly. Han Chuan looked at everything he was familiar with in front of him, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

His chest was pounding violently. Han Chuan reached out and pressed his heart, forcing it not to beat so fast.

The sweetness after marriage made Han Chuan quickly forget that Feng Yao. He sometimes naively thinks that he has really forgotten. But who knows, Feng Yao has already taken root in his own heart and settled down.

Perhaps, Feng Yao is now living in the big villa that Han Chuan once built for her deep in her heart.

There was a sudden burst of warmth on his face, and Han Chuan reached out and touched his cheek. He smiled complicatedly, "Heh, tears ......"

Han Chuan took out a tissue and wiped the tears that had been flooding for a long time, "In this life, I'm afraid I can't forget it." ”

Han Chuan fell asleep again in a daze, but only in a state of light sleep. I don't know if he thought it in his head or did it in a dream, but he dreamed of the girl he hadn't seen for a long time.