He didn't speak, but laughed lowly, "Where am I going back?" "I don't know who I'm asking.

Hanjia or Xilin? There is no place for him anywhere.

When a person is lonely and uncomfortable, his heart will be cold.

He looked up at the bald tree, and there was no moment when he missed Lan Qingchuan like this. He missed her so much that he was going crazy thinking about it. Since I met her, no year has been spent together.

Is he destined to be lonely all his life?

The winter in Europe was exceptionally cold, and he was windy outside, but his mind was clear. His paramedic stood behind him and persuaded him to go back into the house, uttering a series of words that were too fast to read, which he ignored and tried to keep walking.

What's ahead? He didn't know either, he just didn't want to stay like this.

The Locke family's Chinese New Year's Eve was very joyful, and after a while, a group of little children knocked on his door and dragged him out, making a lot of noise. He pinched the phone, Han Luochen is not in a good condition, he is abroad, and his body is not very healthy, and it will take a lot of effort to come out.

Zhou Luzhi was right, no one could help him, he could only help himself.

Luo Jie lit a match, and went to the front yard with his children to light fireworks, and the night sky was instantly embellished with brilliant firelight like a dream. Luo Jie felt that Han Luochen would inevitably come out, but it was just a matter of time. He is such an arrogant, fresh and proud person, and he will not let himself be so gloomy and depressed forever.

He knew Hansan too well, and there really wasn't anything that could trap him.

The temperature in March was still cold enough, but Han Luochen began his journey abroad. He can't remember exactly how many places he's been. The last time he was alone, he still had a sustenance. There is Lan Qingchuan in China, and he marked these unknown places in the letter one by one and sent them to her. And now, he's really the only one left.

No one will wait for him anymore, Lan Qingchuan is no longer there, her house is empty, and the dust is all over.

He walked aimlessly, as if he wanted to die like this.

He came to Northern Europe, an unknown county with picturesque landscapes. His bags were stolen from a tavern in the city, and the owner of the liquor seemed to be a good foreigner, allowed him to stay for an extra night, and helped him contact the person in charge of his residence abroad.

After thanking him, he left the city and went to the countryside alone. The air was clear, there were many estates, he heard a lot of birdsong, and smelled the aroma of baked bread in the air.

He found a tall tree and sat down under it, the morning air was slightly cool, and a layer of white water beads fell on the grass. He sat down in the area, shivering with cold.

There was also a man sitting under the tree, an old man with red hair, wearing a fisherman's hat, who was looking up and gurgling water. No one would like their private sphere to be occupied, even if it's temporary.

The old man took a big bite of bread and spoke in English, with a thick accent, Han Luochen listened to a few words casually.

"You shouldn't be here, this is the private land of the owner of Delin Garden, and outsiders can't come in." Thinking to scare him away.

The young man next to him didn't make any movements, and hung his head to see his face clearly. Shaoqing probably couldn't stand the old man's noise, raised his head, and ripped off his coat pocket, revealing black hair and an oriental face.