When Han Luochen came back, no one was told, and Luo Jie was the only one who came to pick up the plane. The city is warm, and he has gone through a cold winter abroad, and even his heart is frozen.

Luo Jie hugged him, "Han San, are you feeling better?" ”

Han Luochen squinted at the dazzling sunlight in the sky, ripped off Luo Jie's hairy head, and he smiled, "After so many days, what else can I do?" ”

"You've figured it out."

He didn't want to think about it, but he sealed the past into the depths of his heart, and only dared to take it out in the dead of night to quietly reminisce, bitter and sweet, a person's loneliness and silence, suppressing pain and despair.

What else could he do, he didn't want to forget her.

Luo Jie originally made a simple dust washing banquet, but Han Luochen gathered the scarf around his neck and shook his head to refuse. He seems to have lost his previous vividness and brightness, and he looks particularly dull and gloomy, and it is difficult to see a smile.

He went back to Xilin, Luo Jie's car, halfway he got out of the car and bought a few bottles of wine, white, red, canned, and opened the can with a click, and the white foam rushed up, his neck was tilted, and his throat rolled up and down a few times.

Luo Jie smelled the strong smell of beer, Han Luochen opened the window, holding the window frame with one hand, the nails on his fingers were short and neatly trimmed. From this angle, Luo Jie saw a slender scar behind his ear at a glance, which was particularly dazzling because his skin was white and brittle. He wore a black jumper and a scarf thrown on his seat, and his only pleasure was drinking.

"Hansan, you really don't look like the one I know." The red light in front of him turned on, Luo Jie slowed down and interjected while in neutral.

"You give me the feeling that I don't care about anything anymore."

Han Luochen didn't answer, drank all the beer, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said flatly, "Wasn't that how I used to be?" Luo Jie felt that what he said was not bad, but the previous Han Luochen was as bright as the cherry blossoms that had just bloomed in March, and his eyes were so burning that he was as tall as he was, with no one in his eyes, and there was no shadow of anything in his eyes.

But now he seems to have dissipated his complexion, and even a piece of brightness is gone, leaving only an empty and bleak empty shell.

Luo Jie shook his head and said, "It's just a Lan Qingchuan, it's really not worth it for you to become like this." He said, "You will meet countless Lan Qingchuan in the future, even better than her." It's not a pity to lose her. ”

"Han San, people always have to learn to forget. You don't have fate, it's better not to meet. ”

These words are really his heartfelt words, Luo Jie doesn't understand love, his words are a little frivolous, but what he said seems to be the best for Han Luochen.

Han Luochen pinched the aluminum can, flipped through the plastic bag and took out another bottle. He opened the ring and drank it with his head up, without any expression on his face. He said indifferently, "You're probably right, if you can't be together, then don't meet at all." ”

"But why can't I do that?"

"I love her very much, Luo Jie," he lowered his voice and lowered the corners of his eyes in acknowledgement, the upward curve of his eyelashes was beautiful and delicate, and the sun fell on them like golden beads of light, making his eyes beautiful and hazy. He said, "I haven't been so happy to meet anyone since I've grown up, thinking that this is the best thing I've ever seen, the best person." ””