Click.

He Chuan took out the key and opened the door.

The room was lit, and he left without turning off the lights.

went to the bathroom to take a shower, and after ten minutes, He Chuan came out wrapped in a bath towel.

He sat on the couch.

The half-wet hair was still dripping, He Chuan didn't pay attention to it, just frowned, reached out and pinched his two arms.

Some detachment.

I haven't exercised vigorously for too long, and suddenly after a night of exercise, my body can't keep up.

Especially when he carried Zhai Yao back at the end, He Chuan felt that his two arms were about to lose their strength.

Spicy has already slept.

Only when He Chuan entered the house, he raised his head and glanced at it, and then continued to sleep.

When He Chuan came out of the bathroom, Lajiao stretched her waist, walked to He Chuan's side with cat steps, and began to lie down.

Its tail wagged and hit He Chuan, scratching him a little.

At this point in the past, He Chuan was already ready to rest, although he couldn't sleep, he still had to sleep.

Physical needs.

It's just that relatively speaking, his sleep will be very shallow, and He Chuan will wake up from his sleep when there is a car passing by outside.

This problem is now slowly disappearing.

After retiring from the police station, He Chuan's life has changed a lot, such as work, such as living habits.

He wasn't the kind of person who was very purposeful, knew what he wanted, knew what he didn't want.

He doesn't care about everything around him.

Even if he became a police officer, it was just because of a mistake, and for him, it was just a job.

It's the same when you fall in love, it doesn't matter who you're with, it doesn't matter if you have a girlfriend or not, it's good to be alone.

With such a mentality, He Chuan lived for a full thirty years.

Occasionally, he will be a little confused about the future as Zhai Yao said, but he will soon disappear.

There is so much pain in the world, there are so many people, just to live, they have done their best.

Bang!

Outside the window, it started to thunder.

He Chuan came back to his senses from his daze and walked to the window.

The room was pitch black, with hot air pouring in through the screen windows.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the clouds had been pressed down, as if they were about to fall to the ground at any moment.

It's going to rain.

He Chuan judged.

He reached out and prepared to close the window to prevent the rain from drifting in from the outside for a while.

As he closed the window, he saw a dark figure downstairs.

The figure hid under the eaves and blended in with the old furniture around it.

Only the occasional movement can make one judge that it should be a person and not something else.

Vagabond?

He Chuan looked at it for a while and roughly judged the identity of the other party.

In the past, when I was in my hometown, I could see similar figures almost everywhere.

There are very few of them now, and they are almost invisible on weekdays.

Bang.

There was another thunderstorm, and soon, the rain began to fall.

The rain at the end of May came quickly and fell heavily.

After a few dry thunderstorms, within a few minutes, the bean-sized rain "boomed" and fell like dumplings.

He Chuan saw the figure hiding under the eaves, and shrank inside, dodging the jade beads falling in mid-air.

The cold night breeze blew in from the window, carrying a wet breath that blew away the heat before the rain.

He Chuan watched silently for a while, then entered the house and took out a few old clothes from the box.

These were the few pieces of clothing he hadn't worn for a long time from under the closet when he was tidying up the house before.

The clothes are not torn, and they have not become smaller, but they have not been worn for too long, and they have changed color a little.

In particular, several white clothes have begun to turn yellow.

He originally planned to go downstairs when he took it and put it in the panda box at the entrance of the community.

As a result, I don't know why, so I forgot about it.

He Chuan found a wooden box, put the clothes into the box, pressed them, and then changed into clothes and went downstairs.

The doorman yawned and came out of the house to open the iron gate in the yard.

He Chuan carried the cardboard box, said "I'll be back soon", and then went out.

After exiting the iron gate, I turned left less than ten meters away, and I saw the figure.

I don't know if the figure heard the movement, but he was still lying under the eaves, huddled in a ball.

He Chuan walked up to him and put the box down.

The figure moved, then opened its eyes.

Looking at the appearance, it should be a middle-aged man, with a scruffy beard and a lot of stains on his face and body.

He Chuan's gaze intertwined with him in mid-air.

He noticed that the homeless man's eyes became particularly bright for a moment.

The man glanced at him, yawned, and resumed his languid posture.

He changed his body, turned his face to the iron door, tightened his rags, and fell asleep.

He Chuan tilted his head and looked at him carefully.

"You can't get in. The doorman's aunt was a little impatient, she reached out and rubbed her eyelids from time to time, looking very sleepy.

He Chuan then turned around and returned to the courtyard.

took out his mobile phone, scanned the QR code, and paid the two door money.

Back at home again, La Jiao was lying on the sofa.

When it heard the movement, it opened its eyes, looked at them, and then closed them again.

just wagged his tail and signaled that he already knew that He Chuan was back.

Today, He Chuan has been in and out many times, and Lajiao is gradually getting used to it, and she is too lazy to get up every time she comes back.

Who knows when he's going out again.

For He Chuan's changes, it is very annoying.

Disrupt the cat's habits.

He Chuan changed his slippers, turned off the light, and lay down on the sofa.

Looking at the pitch-black ceiling, he remembered the glance in his mind just now.

Clean, pure.

But He Chuan didn't know if it was his delusion, because after that moment, the homeless man's eyes became cloudy again.

He stared at the ceiling and began to froze, for some time, his eyes gradually closed, and his chest began to rise and fall slightly.

When he fell asleep, Rajiao opened her eyes.

It got up from the couch, circled under the balcony, and jumped onto the balcony with a jerk.

It stood in front of the window and looked at the scenery downstairs.

In the emerald green eyes, something seemed to be shining......

The next morning, He Chuan got up on time.

After a good night's sleep, he felt a lot more refreshed.

It's just that I always feel like I had a dream last night, but I can't remember what I dreamed of.

After washing, He Chuan took Lajiao out to "work".

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Lajiao followed behind him, feeling lazy.

After taking two steps, he began to yawn, looking listless.

After opening the shop and having breakfast, He Chuan began to read.

Rajiao jumped on the chair, hovered down, and began to sleep.

Normally, at this time, it should be standing in the doorway, staring at the black cat in the wreath shop opposite.

He Chuan didn't know what was going on, he took out his mobile phone and was about to consult the shopkeeper about the situation.

Just typed in a few words, He Chuan seemed to have a feeling.

He raised his head and looked out the door, only to see a familiar and unfamiliar figure flashing outside.