Late at night.

Berlin then dragged his slightly tired body home.

At this time, the lights in the house were mostly off, and Berlin stood at the door, but he still did not push the door open for a long time. A cool breeze blew, and under the stimulation of a little coldness, he remembered coldly that he didn't bring a key when he went out...

Yes, there used to be someone at home all the time, and it became a habit for him to often go without a key. And in this future, he is not even a stranger to home, he has never seen the key, how can he remember where to put it, and how can he care if the key is brought, not to mention that the impact of different futures has caught him off guard...

Thinking of this, Berlin laughed at itself, what a strange future...

Will he also have to adapt to these strangeness?

Like the original future?

Slowly adapt, slowly get used to it, slowly understand, like it again, dislike it again, and be confused again.... No, no, how can it be the same? This future is beautiful from the beginning, and it is a beautiful future that cannot be compared. No depression, no sadness, no melancholy... It's just that there is more emptiness.

At least, he won't be disgusted with such a world.

Suddenly, with a click, the door opened.

There was a dim light in the room, as if the lights were out, and only the brightness of the television dotted the hall. The figure that opened the door in front of him made Berlin a little unable to see in the hazy light, and Berlin, who was accustomed to Chen Kexin's waiting, subconsciously walked over in a drunken dazy blur, trying to let her hold herself....

But as soon as he touched it, the strange and familiar fragrance on the hazy figure in front of him made him relax, ready to fall down like this, waiting for Berlin to be helped to the bed, his face changed suddenly, he quickly stood firm, cheered up, and let go of the hand in front of him... Rubbing his eyes vigorously....

It's not Chen Kexin...

"I'm sorry Jiang Ran, I thought it was Kexin." Berlin Link.

In the dim light, Berlin quickly saw Jiang Ran in front of him.

She was wearing simple pajamas, her hair was still a little wet, and she looked like she had just taken a shower. Her expression was flat, she didn't seem to be angry, dissatisfied and concerned about his actions, looked at him calmly, smiled lightly and said, "You drank a lot of wine?" ”

“...”

Berlin nodded, and said with some embarrassment, "Go and talk to Fang Yuan about some previous things." ”

"Really? I thought you didn't have a good business and used alcohol to kill your worries. Jiang Ran shrugged his shoulders, seemed to see through Berlin's emotions, and said with a smile, "But it doesn't seem to be what I thought." ”

"Where's Kexin?" Berlin asked subconsciously.

In my impression, no matter how late it is, Chen Kexin will wait for him to go home. How... Chen Kexin didn't do this today? Could it be the reason for a different future?

"Kexin? Why don't you see what time it is? Jiang Ran glanced at Berlin, turned around and walked back to the sofa, and continued to look at the TV playing in the living room, "Your wife went to bed early, you have to be glad that I'm chasing a TV series now, otherwise you don't have the key and want to go home?" Come on, wait at the door for the night, and then get a bad cold. ”

"Uh..."

Berlin took out his phone and looked at the time, it was past 11 o'clock.

It's really late, and it's normal for Chen Kexin to fall asleep. But this habit of always waiting for him to come home at home has become a habit in Berlin.

Berlin didn't respond to Jiang Ran's words for the first time, and for the first time, Berlin was a little inexplicably depressed.... Disappointed that Chen Kexin didn't wait for him to go home.

Of course, after thinking about it, deep down in Berlin, he was more willing to blame it on chance than to accept the possibility that Chen Kexin would have a different attitude towards him in different futures.... Even when she came to another world, she still reached an enviable tenderness for herself, but even if this gentleness faded a little, even a little inconspicuous, Berlin could not accept it.

Berlin understands the sense of disparity...

Berlin remembers hearing the story of a man who would give ten dollars to the beggar at the door every day when he went out. Later, he married a wife, and the expenses were too large, and he only gave the beggar five yuan a day, and then he gave birth to a child, and the burden on the family was even greater, so he only gave the beggar one yuan a day. The beggar was very angry and said, "How can you use my money to feed your wife and children?"

Obviously, no one owes anyone. Helping is love, not helping is duty. When you start to be generous, people are grateful; Continue to be generous, and people's gratitude will fade until you take your efforts for granted. Just like his mood at this time... Take everything for granted. When one day you slack off a little, or you are not able to maintain your usual generosity, he will start to resent...

This represents humanity.

It's all about human nature...

For example, he, she, they.... It's all true.

Berlin retracted his thoughts.