It wasn't until Ouyang Tuo left that Han Zhenzhen took a sad step, and instead of returning to the room where he lived, he walked out of the other side instead.

He rubbed his face that had just been smiling heavily.

She needed to breathe a sigh of relief, and she didn't want to go back to the room where the two of them lived together.

It's dark.

It gradually became colder, even on summer nights.

Han Zhenzhen was blowing the cold wind, walking aimlessly along the riverbank, walking.

Walking listlessly on the riverbank, looking at the pedestrians coming and going to rush home, their faces showed the tiredness of the day, but they looked so happy.

Walking aimlessly, no matter how you look at it, you feel that they are happy, and she, hey, she just wants a sincere relationship that will never be abandoned.

Why is God always so fond of playing with himself?

When she finally opened her heart for Ouyang Tuo, such a woman appeared again, I remember Luo Fei'er said that Ouyang Tuo was very affectionate back then, and Ouyang Tuo never mentioned the whole thing to himself from beginning to end.

Why is it so difficult to want a simple happiness?

In fact, Han Zhenzhen didn't know what happiness was.

Rich?

Not necessarily those who have money are really happy.

What is the name?

Neither is it.

Ay...... Why does she always feel that her heart is empty now?

It seems that someone has said that when people are alive, they always move forward, thinking that happiness is ahead, and as long as they have a dream, they can live a chic life.

When a person dies, or when he knows his own death, he feels that everything in life is empty.

It's like being in a strange world, there are no people, and it looks like a corpse.

And I'm the latter, right?

Han Zhenzhen thought so thoughtlessly and casually.

Tired, sitting on the edge of the bridge, looking at the river below, eyes open, empty, godless, like a ghost.

I don't know how long Lu Dao sat down, the wind was even colder, and as soon as the cool breeze blew, Han Zhenzhen couldn't help but feel a thrill and trembled.

It's so cold, the heart, it's colder than the body.

The hands and feet, but a little stiff.

And her heart seemed to have become fragments, scattered scattered all over the place, and she couldn't pick it up.

In this cold Nordic country, Han Zhenzhen tightened his shoulders, looked at the foreigners around him casually, and felt even more inhaled in his heart.

I don't know what happened to her, but everything that just happened appeared in her mind again.

This toss makes my heart even more dry.

Ouyang Tuo's face always popped out of his head.

"It's over, Han Zhenzhen, you're really finished!" Han Zhenzhen muttered to herself.

Why was she so stupid, so simply fell in love with Ouyang Tuo's way?

The more I thought about it, the more helpless I became, so I just hugged my head and hit the railing by the river.

Bang hit the wall, and suddenly I only felt dizzy, but I finally forgot Ouyang Tuo's face and forgot what happened just now.

But when I was dizzy, I heard someone playing the flute.

After calming down for a while, Han Zhenzhen stood carefully in place, listening to the movement.

This voice is very beautiful and wonderful, but it also makes people listen to a kind of bottomless sorrow.

It's not a matter of hearing, it's that someone is actually playing the flute, and it's not too far away from you.

It is really not easy to hear the sound of the flute with ancient Chinese rhyme in such a foreign country, and I don't know if it is because of what happened just now, or because of the sorrow of leaving the motherland, Han Zhenzhen can listen to it.

The moon gradually revealed, and the moonlight shone white on the whole city of Venice with medieval characteristics, and there was a different feeling.

It seems that not far from the opposite bank of Han Zhenzhen's position, there is a person playing the flute with his back on his back.

couldn't see the person's face, Han Zhenzhen could only judge by the figure, the clothes he was wearing, and the vague outline that the person who played the flute was a man.

The flute sound is too melodious and so good, maybe the flute's mood coincides with Han Zhenzhen's, and she unconsciously listens to it.

The small handchair was on the railing, dragging his small chin, his eyes slightly closed, listening quietly, not daring to miss a syllable.

Suddenly, the sound of the flute was broken, and Han Zhenzhen opened his eyes violently, only to find that the person who played the flute had long disappeared without a trace.

It's a pity, it's not easy to meet people from your own country in a foreign country, and you should have caught up with him if you knew that Lu Dao would have chatted with him.

With some small regrets, Han Zhenzhen sighed and sat back on the riverbank.

Who knows, but a minute later, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Feeling that someone was coming behind him, Han Zhenzhen turned his head leisurely and looked at the visitor.

Uh, it seems a little familiar?!

"Is that you?" The man cried out with some surprise and some joy.

"You ......" Han Zhenzhen saw that the person who came was a Chinese, and he was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, and tried to search in his mind, for a long time......

⊙o⊙~！！！

It's him!

"Are you the big brother security guard I met at the gate of Emgrand last time? Is it really you? What a coincidence! Why are you here? "This time, Han Zhenzhen did not reject the approach of men like last time, maybe it was in a foreign country, but there were some surprises in it.

"Little sister, it doesn't seem that you are in a very good mood, I'm sitting here, it's okay, right?" The man was still smiling kindly, not showing any malice.

If Han Zhenzhen knew that he was Wang Lung who killed people without blinking, I don't know if Lu Dao would feel like this.

"It's okay, as long as you don't idle this dirty place." Han Zhenzhen touched the bridge of his nose and said.

Everyone is seated, does it make sense for her to say this again?

"By the way, remember? My name is Wang Long, you can call me Brother Long, I don't know what you call it? Wang Lung still smiled warmly and asked Han Zhenzhen.

"My name is Han Zhenzhen, call me Zhenzhen." Han Zhenzhen was not in the mood, but Wang Lung asked and replied casually.

When I was a child, my mom kept teaching: don't talk to strangers!

However, at this moment, Han Zhenzhen was in a bit of a self-defeating mood because of his mood, and he chatted with Wang Lung without a word.

"Then, Zhenzhen, what's wrong? Why are you still alone here at such a late hour? Wang Lung was very familiar with him, like a brother, patted Han Zhenzhen on the shoulder and asked.

"Why are you there at night?" Han Zhenzhen did not answer Wang Lung's words directly, but gave him question T again.

Wang Lung was stunned for a moment, and then smiled.

"It's nothing, I went to Italy for a few days on a business trip for work, and I was a little homesick, so I played the flute by the river, hehe, just idle and bored!" Wang Lung said without changing his face.