Grandpa Leng and Grandpa are only one word apart, but for Leng Lin, they have absolutely different meanings.

"Let's go, grandpa will take good food for Momo, tell grandpa, what do Momo want to eat?" Leng Lin led the little guy's hand downstairs, and Luo Xiaoqian looked at John in the corridor, "Is it going well?" ”

"There was a reporter who followed me, but I dumped it." John replied.

Luo Xiaoqian frowned slightly, "Tomorrow I will call the teacher, help him take a few days off first, stay here for a few days silently, and you go back to the villa to help him pack up his things and bring them over." ”

In the past few days, it must be the craziest time for reporters, and Luo Jun is better to avoid the limelight for the time being.

"Okay."

John agreed to leave, and Luo Xiaoqian walked downstairs.

Leng Lin was playing with the little guy in the living room, and she went into the kitchen to prepare dinner with Aunt Su.

After the meal, the little guy was put to sleep, and Luo Xiaoqian drove to Shijie City.

Along the way, she was also very careful.

After making sure that no one was following her, she drove the car into Shijie City, parked the car in the underground parking lot, and took the elevator directly to the nineteenth floor.

Stepping out of the elevator, looking at the familiar corridor, her eyes fell on the closed door at the end of the corridor, and she subconsciously stopped.

Under the light, it was obviously an empty corridor, but she saw many things.

saw her say goodbye to Leng Zimo, saw her running barefoot into the stairs to get the key from him;

Seeing him carry her through the door and hang the key around her neck;

Seeing him kiss her, pinching her fingers and pressing the code one by one......

Here, there are so many memories.

She walked softly, as if afraid that if she stepped a little heavier, she would scare away the memories.

Walking to the door step by step, she subconsciously raised her palm and knocked on the door very lightly.

At that time, Leng Zimo always didn't like to open the door, even if the password code was between his fingers, he would rather knock on the door and wait for her to open it.

Although Luo Xiaoqian knew that no one would open the door for her this time, she still knocked on the door very lightly.

"I'm back!"

She said to the door.

It's been five years, and she finally has the information to come to this door and find it.

Inside the door, there was a soft sound.

With a very soft sound, the closed door slowly opened in front of her.

Luo Xiaoqian, who took out the key from her neck, raised her face in surprise, only to see Leng Zimo standing inside the door, covered with a layer of warm light.

"Welcome, home."

Unexpectedly, he was also there.

"Zimo?!"

She lifted her face in surprise, stepped forward, and threw herself into his arms.

Leng Zimo didn't speak, just raised his hand wrapped in gauze and hugged her tightly.

This hug had a different meaning than any previous hug, because it was the first real hug he had given him after remembering her.

Long.

Long.

Luo Xiaoqian raised her face from his arms, "Why are you here too?" ”

"I just want to come back and see what you've hidden here." Leng Zimo hugged her into the porch, closed the door, turned around, and looked at the full living room, "These things, when did you move here?" ”

In the living room, there were neatly stacked boxes, and a few of them had been copied by Leng Zimo, revealing the clothes and records inside.

These things were all bought by the two of them together, or some things that were very meaningful to the two of them, all kinds of group photos, manuscripts, records......