The man walked over to the couch and sat down, and when he touched it, he could see the bag with the scarf on the side and the recipe book on the coffee table.

Luo Xiao walked to the street lamp and squatted down, the pillar on the metal surface had been knocked out of shape, he stretched out his hand to stroke it, the piercing collision that night was still in his ears, he withdrew his hand, raised his eyes to look out, and could see that the protective fence on the side that had been knocked crooked because of the car accident had not been repaired.

Mo Nanjue stood up, he put one hand in his pocket, walked to the balcony and picked up the Ahri pillow on the rattan chair, his five fingers fell with the soft pillow, he raised his hand, let the tip of his nose touch the pillow, feeling the familiar smell of the woman.

Luo Xiao walked to the fence, he held the half-collapsed fence with both hands, the cold touch made him shiver, at this time, a large truck drove over, passed a huge puddle of water in front of him, splashed a thousand waves, the man did not hide, but closed his eyes, let the sewage splash on himself.

Mo Nanjue stood on the balcony for a while, walked out with a pillow, and then picked up the recipe book on the coffee table and the bag of scarves on the sofa, and the tall and straight figure of the man stood in the living room, looked around and walked out.

Luo Xiao was covered in the splashed sewage, he didn't move, stood for a while, then reached out to wipe the water on his face, turned around and returned to the car.

5:40 p.m.

After Mo Nanjue came out of the apartment, he drove to the night market where he had been with Tong Ran, it was still early, the night market had not started, he parked the car and walked in, it was still full of messes, and a few small vendors who came early were setting up stalls. The man put his hands in his pockets, squinted his eyes and looked at the long road ahead, as if the woman was still by his side, she coquettishly took his hand and said, good husband, is it okay to accompany me to eat cold skin?

Luo Xiao drove the car to a flower shop after coming out of that road, he walked in and bought 11 white chrysanthemums, wrapped them and walked out, Luo Xiao raised his head, this road is the only way for them to go to class in high school, every day at noon and afternoon after school, Xiao Ran will take his hand and say, Brother Luo, is it okay to buy ice cream for me?

Six o'clock in the afternoon.

Mo Nanjue drove the car to the door of the store where he used to accompany Tong Ran to buy fried buns, there was no one today, the man bought a few fried buns with minced meat that she liked to eat, and when he returned to the car, the greasy smell permeated the entire sports car, he didn't like this smell very much, but now he smelled it, but he seemed to be able to see her leaning on his side, eating oily on her mouth.

Luo Xiao drove the car to the hospital, he walked up with a white chrysanthemum, intensive care ward 401, when he walked in, the person on the hospital bed was wearing a breathing mask, and there were tubes inserted all over his body, and the electrocardiogram on the side was extremely unstable, Luo Xiao put the flower on the bedside table, he took two steps back, knelt down after bending his knees, and kowtowed three times to the person on the hospital bed.

6:20 p.m.

Mo Nanjue drove the car to the ranch where he had brought Tong Ran, there were a few wolves he raised, the man's slender fingers held the barbed wire, his eyes quenched deep sorrow, he threw her in, watching her being chased by wolves, he thought that such ruthlessness could relieve the anger and discomfort in his heart, but he didn't expect that the most painful thing was himself, God knows, when she cried and she shouted, how much pain he felt in his heart.