It's not much different from every road I've just walked, and all of them have exactly the same green belt.

But the exhaust fumes of the cars are really much less, because the air here is at least fresh.

Although every road I had just walked was very lively, the air I breathed into my lungs in those crowded places was filled with a slightly uncomfortable suffocation.

But that's not the end destination.

And the final destination is a place where people from the outside world have never had a chance to enter, but if there are so many people who have no self-knowledge, they desperately want to rush in.

The final destination was an estate.

It's just autumn, but the gardenias in the garden are already in full bloom.

The refreshing fragrance entered the nasal cavity.

In fact, the fragrance of gardenias is really very familiar, because you can encounter a lot of them in various places in the streets and alleys, and there are also many families with such a pot on their balconies.

It's really not a precious flower or plant, it's just a very ordinary existence.

But it is also the favorite flower of Nanwen, and it is also the only flower that he likes.

The roses planted in the front and back yards of this manor have really been a long time ago, it seems to have been three years.

When I planted these gardenias the first year, I thought they would not bloom, but they just overcame the flowering season and bloomed on that cold winter day.

And the next summer, the flowering season came again, and those flowers also quietly emerged flower bones.

However, in the third year, the flowers missed the flowering season just like the first, and bloomed and fragrant in the spring.

Nan Wen subconsciously stopped.

And Wen Mo had already left, and did not come to this manor, but went to another place to hand over the task.

It seems that there is such a gardenia in another place, and I also let myself see the moment of blooming, and the moment of withering happens in front of my eyes.

It's in country A, and it's also in the manor of Nanjing.

It was his home, and he considered it his home.

The Nanjia place is magnificent, and it makes people want to join it, but when you really understand it, you will find that it is a place that eats people and does not spit out bones, and the family did not bother to live in it before.

That's probably why Nanjingran left.

At least that's the case in South Vancouver.

Entering the familiar string of passwords, a "drip" sound sounded, and Nan Wen pushed the door in.

But no one was found.

And the familiar but also strange figure I didn't see it.

The black and white suitcase containing some miscellaneous items and some luggage was conveniently placed in front of the door when I entered the door just now, and now I have been carrying it to the second floor.

And above that island.

The wind hitting his face still carries a bitter chill in the end.

Bo Beimo is still dressed like before, and he is obviously extremely difficult to approach and chills on weekdays, but at this moment, he seems to be moving a little happy.

His voice was still without the slightest emotion: "Nanwen is back." ”

The corners of the red-haired man's lips pursed a very faint curvature: "Hmm." ”。

Bo Beimo looked at the red-haired man so indifferently, but the look that flashed in his eyes still betrayed his true thoughts in his heart.