In the park opposite the family home, Chen Xi hadn't smoked for a long time, he lowered his head, and the ashes fell to the ground. Han Xiaomo leaned against a big tree next to the chair, lowered his head, and neither of them spoke.

After a long time, Chen Xi opened her mouth, "That day in the cemetery, she leaned on my arms and asked me, doesn't it rain in such a plot in the TV series, but why did Chang'an die, but Chang'an didn't rain." She said, Chen Xi, the sun is so big, but I can't live anymore. ”

Han Xiaomo still lowered his head and didn't speak.

"Yes, the heroine in the TV series died the most beloved man, and she was forced not to cry, and then relatives and friends persuaded her to cry, saying cry, it would be better to cry. But Song Li, Song Li, she kept crying. Han Xiaomo, for her, isn't it better not to cry? The cigarette in his hand burned out, but he seemed to be unconscious and watched the cigarette butt burn his hand, and the ash fell.

"You go back to your business, find you to help, it was wrong in the first place. I said that the person who could save Song Li died. You're nothing to her. At home, only Qu Ran looked at Song Li, I didn't worry, so I went back first. Han Xiaomo straightened up and turned to leave.

"Han Xiaomo!" Chen Xi got up suddenly, and stopped Han Xiaomo, who was about to leave, "What else do I have to do to make Song Li forget him." ”

"Chen Xi," Han Xiaomo frowned when he turned around, "You shouldn't let Song Li forget Chang'an, I said, you were wrong, you were wrong from the beginning." ”

Han Xiaomo looked at Song Li sleeping, she leaned against the door frame, there was only the sound of clocks walking by in the room, Han Xiaomo looked down at his watch, half past four in the afternoon. It's been a week since I came back from the hospital, and I cried when I woke up, I was tired after crying, and I slept when I was tired, but I didn't have a normal rest time. The mobile phone in his trouser pocket was shaking, Han Xiaomo took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, turned around and picked up the key on the table and went out.

At the door of the family courtyard, Han Xiaomo's mobile phone was still talking, she looked left and right, and then finally found the caller in one direction.

Jiang Yao nodded at Han Xiaomo and motioned for her to get in the car, the air conditioner in the car was turned on very loudly, and Han Xiaomo could see the heat rising from the ground through the car window.

"How is she?" Jiang Yao asked.

"Just like that, you still have to die every day." Han Xiaomo was still looking out of the car window.

"Is there anything I need to do?"

"No need, it's useless for us to do anything, she doesn't want to live herself, what else can others do?"

"You told her from the company not to worry, I helped her ask for leave, but it was deducted from the annual leave, and she still can't slow down······"

"Sister Jiang, you say, Song Li," Han Xiaomo paused suddenly, she turned her head to look at Jiang Yao, and asked seriously, "Will she die?" ”

Jiang Yao looked at Han Xiaomo, and suddenly sneered, "Yes, anyone will die, she will die, you will die, and I will die." ”

"You know what I'm saying, it's not that ······" Han Xiaomo lowered his head a little embarrassed.

"I understand, I know what you're trying to say, but I don't think Song Li will, at least not yet." Jiang Yao looked at Han Xiaomo seriously, "If she doesn't want to live, she will follow Ran Changan that day." Han Xiaomo, let's give her a little more time, let her digest all the things she and Ran Changan have done, and then, she will recover. ”

"You say, will she still be the same as before?"

"Before? Of course not. ”

"Why?"

"Are you still the same as before?"

Han Xiaomo was stunned, but did not answer. But Jiang Yao had already gotten the answer, she smiled and continued: "Ran Changan is dead, how can she still be the same as before?" I ask you, are you still the same as when you first started college? ”

Han Xiaomo turned his head silently, and then silently looked at the passers-by walking outside the car window.

"I don't mean anything else, I just want to tell you that not everything used to be good, and not all changes are disgusting. At least after this incident, Song Li will not be naïve anymore, I think, you too. Jiang Yao turned his head to look at Han Xiaomo and smiled kindly.

Han Xiaomo returned to Song Li's home, but Song Li did not improve much. ate very little dinner, and then sat in the living room to watch TV with Han Xiaomo, but no matter what channel, program, or TV series Han Xiaomo watched, Song Li could always find her own crying point, and then sat there alone, silently shedding tears. Han Xiaomo got used to it, and she didn't persuade anymore, but she just turned her head from time to time to look at Song Li's state, and then pushed over a box of tissues, waited until she was tired of crying, stopped crying, and then fell asleep on the sofa, and the day passed. A few times Han Xiaomo got up at night, but he went to Song Li's room to take a look, and found that Song Li was sitting on the bed alone in the middle of the night, flipping through her and Ran Changan's mobile phones, looking at the photos and videos of the two people over and over again, and tears continued to fall. Han Xiaomo thought, this is Song Li's battle alone, she is isolated in the memories of the two people, no one can save her, only herself.

Chen Xi also made a phone call every day during the period, but the ashes of Ran Changan and his mother were not as easy to get hold as imagined, Xu Sheng did not let go, to be exact, Xu Sheng's father, Ran Changan's stepfather, and Chang'an's mother's second husband.

Some people are like that, even if you don't mean anything to him, it's still just as difficult to get him to let go.

Han Xiaomo didn't tell Song Li about this matter, because the people in the room already had a wound that hurt her when she touched it, and Han Xiaomo didn't want to sprinkle salt on the wound.