After gaining strong self-confidence, Guan Jia realized that he was invincible in this world, held his chest and said to Ying Hao: "Before I go to see Jiang Xiran, I want to go back to my previous residence to have a look! Hey, after so much time, I don't know if my things are still there." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"What to take!?" Ying Hao asked with an eyebrow.

"Love letter!!" Guan Jia raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile.

"Hey! Love letters don't use dicks! Ying Hao shook his head, obviously not understanding the romantic act of writing love letters. He has always pursued women straightforwardly, and if he can achieve it, forget it if he doesn't. Where else will you write any love letters, engage in romance, twist and pinch, isn't it just for the sake of that little about going to bed at night?

"These love letters were written when I was in college! There is also a diary that records every day I spent with Jiang Xiran. Although it was a little naïve, but from the bottom of my heart, I hope that the landlord didn't throw away my things!" Guan Jia was also very helpless, when Zhang Yunling took him away, it was too sudden, and he didn't have any preparation at all.

Subsequently, Guan Jia asked passers-by for a mobile phone and was about to call the landlord's hostess. However, when he got the mobile phone in his hand, his mind suddenly went blank.

Who am I!?What am I doing!?

Guan Jia didn't remember the mobile phone number of the landlord's hostess at all! How could this stranger's mobile phone number remember, he just firmly imprinted his parents' phone numbers in the depths of his heart. He couldn't remember any of the other phone numbers and didn't want to remember them. Wouldn't it be nice to store it in your phone? It's just a pity that his phone is rotten. was pressed by Zhang Yunling to smoke and then died.

"How...... What's the matter......" In front of Guan Jia, a young man stammered, looking at Guan Jia with a look of horror.

Guan Jia returned the mobile phone to the young man, obviously, the mobile phone was not borrowed in normal ways. Who would want to lend their phone to a strange man in a robe?

The young man was so frightened that he ran away.

"It's funny that you step on a horse!" Ying Hao shook his head, but he didn't expect Guan Jia to call even though he didn't even know the mobile phone number of the landlord's wife.

"There's no way, let's go directly!" Guan Jia said helplessly, and then walked towards the house where he lived before.

After passing through the gradually lively streets, I soon turned an alley, and at the end of the cramped alley, a dilapidated iron gate. Walking into it, the cluttered garden, which has not been repaired for a long time, looks dilapidated.

When Guan Jia saw this scene, he was slightly happy in his heart, and this familiar scene made him a little nostalgic. At this time, he even felt a slight sense of nostalgia for the suffering he had suffered before. I hope that when I leave, no one will live in it again.

However, he soon realized that he was wrong.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this dilapidated garden has changed dramatically in just a short period of time. In a little place in this garden, there are clusters of flowers, all kinds of flower buds blooming, and the fragrance of flowers wafts in the humid air. The petals are dotted with tiny droplets, and there are crystal droplets on the petals, like pearls.

What's the matter!? Someone who has moved in and spent so much effort to renovate this dilapidated garden into such a beautiful appearance.

Walking through the flower-filled path, Guan Jia came to the hut where he lived.

In the midst of a bustling metropolis, it is not easy to find such a cottage. Surrounded by high-rise buildings, it looks like an idyllic countryside, with a small one-story house being built.

Guan Jia found that the open space outside the hut was very neat and clean, the windows and glass of the hut were all new, and the doors had been changed, as if everything had been changed and had undergone simple renovation. This kind of simple decoration is definitely not done by those designers or workers. It's a person, a person with a delicate heart, who decorates it little by little. You can see it from the decoration of the small gaps.

"It's a woman!" Guan Jia bit her lip, not knowing what to feel in her heart.

Same place, same garden, same house. When I first lived, there was no change, it was still dilapidated and dirty. However, when someone else came here, that all changed. I thought that the environment would change a person, but I didn't expect that a person's power was so strong, strong enough to change the environment.

Guan Jia suddenly realized how incompetent, cowardly and useless he had been. So many girls reject themselves, it seems that they are all right. I used to be too naïve and ignorant.

"Knock knock! knock!!" Guan Jia knocked lightly on the door, because he saw that the light was on in the room.

"Who !?" a woman's voice, a sweet voice, a voice that makes people tremble, and the voice that makes Guan Jia haunted by his dreams.

How could this voice appear here!? This familiar voice he will never forget. Why is it here.

Guan Jia trembled, "Gollum" swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and there was a feeling of tears in his eyes. I want to cry, inexplicably sad.

It turns out that after parting, it is this feeling to see your beloved again. Because I was too happy, I felt sad.

This is the senior sister he was deeply attracted to and fell in love with when he was in college, Jiang Xiran. The woman who is flawless in Guan Jia's eyes, even after experiencing the plane marriage agency, even after seeing so many beautiful women, there is still no one who can replace her place in Guan Jia's heart.

"Sister Xiran......" Guan Jia's eyes flowed with tears, quickly slid across his face, condensed on his chin, and formed small droplets of water dripping down.

!!The door suddenly opened.

The white light in the room spilled out and hit Guan Jia's body, making Guan Jia feel warm.

Under the light of this soft light, Guan Jia saw her and saw the goddess in her heart.

Jiang Xiran, she had long hair, her hair curled slightly, forming small waves, parting in the middle, revealing her smooth forehead. Her eyebrows were curved, like tiny crescent moons. Her eyes were watery and shining. Many times, to see if a person is smart, just looking at her eyes is enough.

She wore a casual black long-sleeved outfit with a small black and white waistcoat, black leggings, and red boots. She is dressed with a kind of maturity and agility.

"Are you !?" Jiang Xiran looked at Guan Jia in surprise, looking at this young man with long hair and tears streaming down his face, but he didn't recognize him at all.