Half a year ago on the mainland.

In May, Han Luochen was discharged from the hospital. His body has not fully recovered, but after experiencing this accident, his temper has become more and more strange, and Luo Jie and a group of Fa Xiao have also persuaded him, but nothing has changed.

Han San's situation is getting more and more serious, he was still a fresh and unbridled teenager, and when he opened his eyes, he was beautiful and dazzling, like a forever bright star, untouchable, but it was so attractive.

Now he's going to be what he's going to become. Malaise, decadence, misery.

This shouldn't be the appearance of that extremely proud Hansan.

Han Luochen has really lost a lot of weight, and Zhou Luzhi came over with his cousin to see it several times, but he hasn't said anything so far. The wrist on the quilt was blue and boneless, and his face looked pale and rugged.

Soon he insisted on going through the discharge procedures and lived in the villa on the Xilin side. This property belongs to the old man of the Han family, and Han Luochen bought it and almost used up his savings.

Luo Jie didn't understand that the owner of the other building in the Xilin Villa area was no longer there, and there was no point in living in it again, he would only see things and think about people, which made him even more sad.

Such a big place, Han Luochen lived alone in it. At this time, the red forest of Xilin is full of sky, and the cherry blossoms are blooming all over, and they are all purple and red. In this scene, he seemed to be even more sad and depressed.

Luo Jie was not at ease, so he packed his luggage and stayed at his house. The décor had remained unchanged for months, empty and dusty, and no one had come to clean it. Luo Jie sighed, and found a housekeeper to get it for an afternoon.

Han Luochen has been staying in the room on the second floor during the period, and he has never come out, and it doesn't matter to him what happens outside. Luo Jie couldn't bear it anymore, so he picked him up from the room and threw him outside, and asked a few aunts downstairs to come up and clean his room.

He didn't have anything here, and the fridge was empty. Han San had just been discharged from the hospital, and his body had not yet recovered, so he called the old cook at home to arrange three meals a day for him, and he hoped that he could raise back those thin meats.

He slept next door to him at night, he recognized the bed, and he didn't sleep very deeply, and suddenly there was a knock in Han Luochen's room. Startled, he quickly got up and rushed to open the door to his room.

Han Luochen supported his forehead with both hands, stepped on the floor naked on the sole of one foot, and had a plaster cast on the other leg, in which steel nails were fixed. His face was ashen, and he sat at the head of the bed, motionless, and the kettle on the bedside table fell to the ground, and the water was already running all over the ground.

He pulled out a paper towel and covered it, it had no effect, and hurriedly went downstairs to the kitchen to find a foam mop, tossed it, Han Luochen raised his head, and a low voice came from his arm, "Luo Jie, I'm sorry." ”

He suffered from this disaster, and his vocal cords were so hoarse due to the pressure of the sea that he did not recover, and he could not hear his original voice at all.

He immediately became angry, "What the fuck are you talking to me here, I'm willing to serve you, I don't fucking look in the mirror to see what the fuck you've become!" ”

Han San, who was so sharp and unforgiving, just closed his eyes and didn't snort after listening.

Luo Jie was furious, his voice was hoarse, but he felt that all his strength hit the cotton. He was finally depressed, he hadn't even put on his shoes just now, and now the cold came from the soles of his feet, and on a May day, he was shivering.

"Han San, things are like this, and no one can change them." He wanted to push him to let him come out, but he didn't need to be ruthless, he actually wanted to say that Lan Qingchuan was more than lucky, and even he himself was nine deaths, not to mention that Lan Qingchuan's body was so weak, where could he hide.

After the incident, when Luo Jie heard the news, he was so shocked that he immediately found someone, and the Zhou family also sent strength, Han Luochen was fortunate to be found, at that time he was also going to pick him up with the Han family, but the family was reluctant to let him go, after all, no one wanted others to interfere too much in the affairs of the family.

Hansan was found in a remote harbor, which had just been used for tourism development, by a seafarer who had anchored into the harbor, and the situation was said to be extremely dangerous, and there was no hospital in the area, so a shipwhelm of doctors on board the sea did their best to save his life. The wounds on his body were obviously not familiar to people at sea, even the leg bones had been broken, and some of the skin injuries were deep and shallow, and they were festering due to the erosion of the sea, which was almost miserable. This was obviously a long-planned murder, but his life was great, the sea water rushed into the shallows and was rescued, and if it was too late, not to mention that his legs would be costed, and his life would be gone.

He was a good buddy, and Huan Huan took his girlfriend to a resort in a neighboring city, but a few days ago, one was seriously injured in the land and sea of the south, and the other is now missing, no one alive or dead.

What's this called? Luo Jie sighed heavily in his heart, Han San may be difficult to get out of this shadow this time.

He went to boil the kettle of water again, and poured it for him when the temperature was cooler, and he felt uncomfortable, and this little hair had never been so embarrassed, and even pouring water became a problem.