The two returned to the old man's two-story house, stood under the magnolia tree in the courtyard, and looked at the house in front of them, which would be lonely and lonely from now on, and their hearts were as desolate as if they were in a different world.

Two days ago, they were still here with the old man to talk and laugh, but after two very short days, there will never be such a kind smile here.

The whirring sound of the wind, blowing through the patches of cyan leaves, they rubbing against each other rustling. In mid-air, six or seven bleak fallen leaves fluttered and circled, circling silently, and finally returned to the withered yellow of the ground and reduced to dust.

Walking slowly past the fallen leaves that had not yet completely dried up, Mu Danchen looked at Luo Yi, who was beside him.

He didn't want her to shed any more tears, because she had shed enough tears during this time.

As he wished, Luo Yi did not shed any more tears, but the sorrow in her eyes still deeply pierced his heart.

He felt the sadness of losing a loved one.

Luo Yi's footsteps stopped in front of the door of the room with a white cloth, and she picked up a white flower from the small basket hanging by the wall, and pinned it to her sideburns.

Looking at the flower that was even whiter in her black hair, Mu Danchen also picked up a small white flower and pinned it to his clothes.

The two looked at each other sadly, and walked slowly into this very familiar room with nostalgia.

This is the room where the old man has lived for decades, and everything in the house has not changed in the slightest.

The old wooden bed has not changed, the quaint cabinet has not changed, the rocking chair in front of the windowsill has not changed, everything on the table has not changed, except that they have lost their long-standing owners.

Luo Yi came to the bed, she reached out to stroke the clean sheets, smoothed the corners of the soft pillow, and imagined the old man pillow on it, grinning and calling her Luo Yatou lovingly

Tears welled up in her eyes, she reached out and took the pillow into her arms, lowered her head, and pressed her forehead against the soft pillow.

According to my mother, this place will be preserved as it was and become the former residence of the martyrs.

This is very good, her memories from childhood to adulthood will never disappear and can be preserved forever, so that when she misses the old man, she can come and see, take a walk, and recall that indispensable good time.

Her head was touched by a warm hand, which was silently comforting her.

Raising her head, she put the pillow back on the bed and reached out to smooth out the four corners of the pillow one by one.

Standing still for a long time, she reluctantly looked around the room that was so familiar to her.

"Let's go."

In her low voice, her depression was unabashedly revealed.

Patting her on the shoulder, he turned away with her.

Walking out of the house, they walked past the eaves and silently looked at the rest of the house before they left the depths of the alley, which was full of warm memories.

On the way home, Roy receives a call from his boss, Edgar, promising him that he will go back tomorrow to accept the official handover of "Ni Dress".

In the next half a day, she and Mu Danchen had a sad lunch at home, so that her sister Luo Qi, who had not seen her for a long time, saw Mu Danchen, who had been known for a long time.

Because the atmosphere at the banquet was a little dull, Luo Qi didn't dare to talk endlessly as before, she could only secretly look at this sister's friend, or should I say, her boyfriend.

She knew that her sister had suffered a heart-wrenching emotional wound, so she hoped that her sister Luo Yi could find a good man who loved her to the bone and lived a happy life in two accommodations and two enclaves.