Until Xu Yanran and Jiang Nuan left the apartment, Lin Qingqing still couldn't tell her about Su Cheng. She wasn't a tangled constellation, but in the face of this matter, she just couldn't open her mouth for a long time.

Until Ou Yuanlan got off work, she was still curled up in the corner of the sofa, holding a pillow in her hand. The TV is chirping, acting out the joys and sorrows of others. She was thinking about her own affairs intently, and she didn't care at all whether the infatuated heroine ended up with a male protagonist.

In the past, she could find out as soon as Ou Yuanlan opened the door, but today it wasn't until Ou Yuanlan walked to the living room and sat down that she raised her head and said a listless greeting. "Coming back?"

Looking at her dejected little face, Ou Yuanlan couldn't help frowning again. "What's going on again?" This woman's joys, sorrows, and sorrows are all written on her face, and you can see them at a glance without much speculation.

"Nuan Nuan and Yanran came to see me today." She didn't finish it all, but when she mentioned the two of them, the entanglement in her eyes was clearly revealed.

Ou Yuanlan nodded thoughtfully, he could basically guess what the crux of Lin Qingqing's entanglement was now sitting here.

The two were silent for a few seconds before he continued, "You still haven't told her?" There is more certainty in the words of questioning.

The two of them have been together for a long time, and after all, they understand it thoroughly, and Lin Qingqing nodded unexpectedly. "Tomorrow morning, Sioux City will have to leave." She said with a sigh. "As soon as I leave this time, I may not really come back."

There was infinite melancholy in Lin Qingqing's tone, in fact, she knew that Su Cheng's departure this time was more equivalent to spending the rest of her life in peace than treating her illness.

Whether it is two years or ten years, for him, it is a ritual to die alone. In other words, he just wants to find a place where there are no familiar people to die quietly, and no one feels sorry for him, which is his greatest comfort.

He sat in the backlit window of his apartment in Sioux City that day, his once clean and handsome face blurred in the hazy light, and the gentle afterglow of the afternoon spilled over the side of his face, making him look as if he was wrapped in light.

He had a quiet smile on his face, and his voice was extremely indifferent. He said that Iceland is a very beautiful place, that the happiest place in the world is there, that there are auroras, snow-capped mountains that do not melt all year round, and that there are all kinds of small bars, and that if he speaks badly, he will die happily in that place.

I don't know why, it's clear that all he depicts is the most beautiful things in this world, but Lin Qingqing feels sorry for him.

In a strange country, every day a person looks at people of different shapes and colors, speaks tongue-twisting English, drinks beer brewed from the so-called water on the snow-capped mountains, and then listens to other people's stories and dies lonely in a foreign country.

There was no farewell, no one to mourn, not even a single tear for him. Perhaps this is the best arrangement for Su Cheng, but for Lin Qingqing, it is the loneliness that she fears the most in her heart.

Ou Yuanlan's embrace is always warm, and the little heart in her chest that inadvertently leaked a beat reminded her that at this second, she was still alive.

"Don't think about things that you can't think of, fate will have its own arrangements." Ou Yuanlan leaned down and left a shallow kiss on Lin Qingqing's forehead. "I'll accompany you to see him off tomorrow."

His voice was gentle, making Lin Qingqing feel like he was lying on a cloud. There was nothing around her, but she felt very relieved to be surrounded by this flower.

Su Cheng didn't leave early, and Lin Qingqing still had time to clean up after getting up. She sat in front of the bright dresser, holding a liquid foundation in her hand and smearing it on her face. The last goodbye, she didn't want Su Cheng to recall her sick appearance in the future.

By the time she finished cleaning up and walked out of the room, Ou Yuanlan was already sitting comfortably at the dining table eating sandwiches while typing on the computer to deal with work.

"If you're busy, you don't have to go with me." Lin Qingqing sat down across from him, reached out and picked up a sandwich from his plate and took a small bite.

Hearing this, Ou Yuanlan raised his head and glanced at her. "It's a beautiful day." He didn't answer the question.

Lin Qingqing quietly glanced at the person opposite, he has always been like this, as long as he decides something, he has always been unmoved.

After breakfast, there was plenty of time. Ou Yuanlan drove the car, and Lin Qingqing called Su Cheng. Not long after the phone rang, the other side picked up.

"Sioux City, where are you? Got to the airport now? Lin Qingqing asked straight to the point.

It seemed that Lin Qingqing would come to see him off, and Su Cheng was not cowardly, he straightforwardly sent his current location and waiting hall.

Looking at the location on the phone, Lin Qingqing felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart. It is always at this moment of separation that the so-called sorrow will be extremely clear.

Ou Yuanlan, who was concentrating on driving the car, glanced back at Lin Qingqing, and then handed over a paper bag. "It's for you."

Looking at Ou Yuanlan suspiciously, Lin Qingqing took the paper bag. She opened it and saw that it contained a men's scarf. The geometric pattern is minimalist, and the dark gray is also a very low-key color.

"Thank you." Lin Qingqing looked at Ou Yuanlan gratefully and said.

This person seems to be like this forever, he can always take care of everything for her in the details that he can't think of or things she can't solve.

Regarding Lin Qingqing's politeness, Ou Yuanlan just replied coldly. "The money for the scarf will be deducted from your expenses for the next month."

Sure enough, it was only three seconds of warmth, Lin Qingqing thought with black lines on his head. But in the next second, she became happy, because she suddenly thought that Ou Yuanlan had no upper limit on the card she gave herself.

The airport finally arrived, and Lin Qingqing kept carrying a paper bag in his hand and Ou Yuanlan in one hand. She sniffed, perhaps because the April morning was still a little cold, and she felt a little sour.

As soon as he walked into the waiting hall, Lin Qingqing saw the familiar figure far away. There he sat with only a lone box beside him.

Sioux City looked a little more casual when he took off his suit, he was wearing a white pullover sweater with a khaki coat over it. The leather shoes on the foot are replaced by clover sneakers. With headphones in his ears, he looks isolated.

It wasn't until they walked in that Su Cheng noticed the arrival of the two. He took off his headphones, looked at them carefully, and then smiled. "That's good." His gaze rested on the hands of the two of them with ten fingers clasped together.