Luo Jie paused, almost stumbling. He tried desperately to hold on so that he wouldn't fall.

During this period of time, Han Luochen was stained with cigarettes and alcohol, and many times, he was either drunk, or he was not in a state of swallowing clouds and spitting fog, drunk and dreaming of death. Luo Jie is incomprehensible, it's terrible to like someone to such an extent.

The cynical Han San, the proud and vivid Han San, he thought that there would be no room for a person in his eyes, but he didn't expect that he fell into it so early and so deeply.

It's just a Lan Qingchuan, but it's just a woman, it's not worth it at all.

Luo Jie hated him like this in his heart, and he was helpless in every way. He took the key and came back, Han Luochen sat against the window, now the sunset had completely set, and in the cold weather, he ran all the way, and the breath he exhaled was white mist.

The street lamp was on brightly, and the haggard, big-eyed man sat on the ground frozen in ice and snow, holding a cigarette between his blue and white fingers, and the cigarette butt was about to burn in his hand, and he didn't lift his eyelids.

Luo Jie went over and kicked his leg, stiff and motionless. He thought to himself, this leg is just like this, he walks around the world, and he can't get out.

Han Luochen has broken a leg since the last accident, and now there are steel nails fixed in his leg, he doesn't care much about his body, how crazy he plays, and he doesn't go to the hospital for examination, there is almost no meat on the broken leg, and the trousers he is wearing are empty.

He didn't have the self-consciousness of being a disabled person, and Luo Jie felt that he had mental problems.

"I'll open the door, let's go in." He pulled him up with no effort at all. Then he pulled out the cigarette butt in his hand and put it out in the snow, and dragged him into the house.

Han Luochen shook off his hand, bent down with great difficulty, picked up the cigarette butt, and threw it out of the garden. He twisted the cigarette ash in his hand and frowned, "It's dirty." ”

Luo Jie really wanted to slap his skull. It's been almost half a year, and the villa in Lanqingchuan has long been uncared for, overgrown with weeds, the huge cherry blossom forest has withered, and the gray broken branches have fallen to the ground, and it has long been as neat and beautiful as it used to be. In this environment, what about throwing one or two cigarette butts?

"This is her place, she's not there, the house is still there." Han Luochen walked with great difficulty, moved one step at a time, and pushed open the door.

The house was empty, there was no trace of life, and now there were only a few sets of furniture left, none of which she had originally used, covered with a white cloth to prevent dust.

Han Luochen actually knew that not long ago, this place had been emptied, and her things didn't know where to go.

He walked around the floor, upstairs and downstairs, and when he returned to the downstairs living room, he suddenly heard a series of crisp bells. He looked up and saw that it was a small wind chime, tied to the heavy curtain of the window. Because some of the decorations had not been removed, it was left there, and it would not sound without the wind, and it had been quiet for many months. Now Han Luochen smashed the window, and the night wind penetrated, and it began to sing again.

Han Luochen walked over and untied it, squeezing it tightly in his hand. It was sent to her from abroad a long time ago, and after such a short period of time that seemed to him had passed, everything was wrong.

The hard bell made his palms hurt, and hot tears suddenly welled up in his eyes. This villa, he was so familiar with every corner, and the layout of her house in the past could also be pointed out in the right place. He had been to her place countless times, and even a few of his servants knew that there was nothing left.