When the old man saw it, a mouthful of bread choked in his throat, and Han Luochen handed him the water cup, "What kind of place is Delin Garden?" His voice was so low that it seemed to come from afar, but the words he spat out were clear.

This oriental boy is so strange, and he looks so cold. The old man looked at him, "You're not from here, Japanese?" Or Korean? "Asians look like him, with black hair and black eyes, although the eyes are not very dark.

"Chinese."

"Aren't the Chinese all wearing big braids?" The old man remembered something, smiled, and his eyes slipped again, "Come on a trip?" It doesn't look like it. ”

"I lost my luggage."

Fate is really a wonderful thing, Han Luochen probably wouldn't have thought that one day he would enjoy this rising morning light with an old foreign devil.

"Delin Yuan is the name given by you Chinese, and almost all of you who come in and out are black-haired. It was built here a long time ago, before I was born. However, I heard that no one in our neighborhood had been to this place because of the recent civil unrest and that it needed to be renovated, but a few months ago there was a loud gunfire and the birds in the forest were flying. ”

"Oh." Han Luochen was obviously not interested in this, this old man talked about Delin Yuan because this place was the only thing to talk about.

Two people who are strangers and of different nationalities always have limited communication. The old man spoke to himself, and his mouth was dry, but the black-haired young man with big eyes and lonely eyes was not interested at all.

The old man was upset, and got up after chewing the last piece of bread. The sun was up, and he was going to work on the manor. Before leaving, he took out a small bottle of unopened gin and gave it to him, leaving a message, "Wine can cure all worries, good luck, young man!" ”

Han Luochen watched his back get smaller and smaller, and finally he couldn't see anything, and he withdrew his gaze. The wind rose on this vast meadow, rustling, turning out waves of green waves, Han Luochen felt cold water dripping onto his face, looking up, there was a little sunlight between the leaves, changing in the wind, leaf by leaf was shaking, and it seemed to be raining under the tree.

He sat for a long time, his shoulders wet. It wasn't until noon that he stood up, and he figured that the man who picked him up was about to arrive.

He rubbed shoulders with this place.

**

It's still February, but the weather on the small Finnish island is pleasant, warm and vibrant. On this small island, you don't seem to feel the change of seasons.

Chu Li likes this place very much, except for the guards who don't leave Gong Chiruo on the island, Gong Nanmu and others, there are only two people left, she and Gong Chi Ruo.

Since Miyaike came to the island, he has had very little activity and has been lying indoors for a long time. The sun on the island was so good that Chu Li couldn't notice it at first, but then he slowly felt that Miyachi Ruo's eyes couldn't withstand too much sunlight.

His eyes are pale in color and he always squints when he basks in the sun, giving people a dangerously cold feeling. Only after staying by his side for a long time will you know his habit.

Chu Li'an recuperated quietly, and Miyachi Ruo told her that only after recuperating from her injuries could she go out to play.

She lies in bed all day long, and when she wakes up, she sees the delicate curtain on top of the bed. Xue Tuanzi was allowed to bring it over, and also lay down beside her all day. This little thing is very spiritual, and he can smell the smell of Gong Chiruo from afar, and then consciously get out of bed and find an inconspicuous corner to hide. If Miyachi doesn't like these furry creatures, he will chase them down every time he comes.