When the landlord handed him the key, Lin Ancheng didn't dare to return here by himself. It took several times for the key to open the door with the keyhole, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of the life they had once lived, and the white cloth covered the furniture, almost all of which were still in their original place.

This house is located in the middle of nowhere, so it has not been rented out for a year, and Zhuo Xiaoyi decided to rent it partly because he likes that it is far away from the city, and the quiet and quiet is convenient for him to create. Of course, there are also some times when the rent is cheap because of lack of money.

Putting down the luggage and lifting the white cloth, Lin Ancheng began to slowly pack up. Tables, chairs, and sofas have been carefully wiped over and over again. Zhuo Xiaoyi loves to lie on the sofa and watch TV, always holding a bag of snacks and smirking at TV. He also tried to watch her usual favorite shows with her, but he didn't see anything funny at all, but he wanted to laugh when he saw her laughing.

Zhuo Xiaoyi always said that he had no sense of humor, and he didn't know how to appreciate such a funny show. In fact, how funny the show is, Zhuo Xiaoyi can't say it herself, living in such a remote place, without any entertainment, she can only watch TV shows. At that time, as long as she was with Lin Ancheng, she could make her smile from the bottom of her heart, even if it was a bad show, it could also make her smile at the corner of her mouth. She has always been a contented little woman, and having a house and a loved one is a home for her.

This house seems to be filled with Zhuo Xiaoyi's laughter, whether it is on the dining table or in the kitchen, her laughter has been lingering in her ears, sweet and happy laughter.

He had lost the laughter, and perhaps never heard it again.

Suddenly remembered, he immediately put down the vase in his hand, came to the small wooden table, knelt down, bent over, and touched the edge of the small table. Got it! The corners of Lin Ancheng's mouth hooked up a smile. It turned out that there was a line of blurred words on the edge of the small table, which was engraved by Zhuo Xiaoyi on his birthday: Zhuo Xiaoyi loves Lin Ancheng the most!

It was the best gift he had ever received, and he rubbed the words over and over with his fingertips, trying to make it clear. But like the passage of time, no matter how it is, it can't get back to its original appearance.

It was nearly evening when everything was packed, and the snow outside had stopped for a while and started to fall again. Lin Ancheng sat on the windowsill and enjoyed the snow scene, this city is the most beautiful when it snows, covered in silver, and it is extremely enchanting. Lin Ancheng let out a light breath, and a vague mist formed on the window, and his fingertips couldn't help but write three words. Writing stroke by stroke is very slow, as if it is about to be engraved into the heart.

God seemed to hear the call of his heart, and through the cracks in his words, he vaguely saw the figure of the owner of the name. Hehe, Lin Ancheng smiled self-deprecatingly and shook his head, his eyes were cured, but the hallucinations kept appearing. How could Zhuo Xiaoyi come here?

When the figure was getting closer and closer, and it was clearly visible, Lin Ancheng rubbed his eyes to make sure that it was not his hallucination. The thin, fragile figure was the one who had appeared countless times in his dreams. He seemed to hear his own heartbeat, plopping, and ringing.

Zhuo Xiaoyi didn't know why he came here, his hands and feet came involuntarily, and when he came back to his senses, he had already arrived at this door. She wasn't sure if Lin Ancheng was here, but something had been pulling her here. The place was remote, and she had to hike for a long time, and it was even more difficult to walk on snowy days, so she walked in the snow for more than an hour.

He stood at the door for a while, raised his hand to knock on the door, and then put it down again.

The old-fashioned house does not have cat's eyes, so you can't see the door. Lin Ancheng was inside the door, holding the handle in his hand, but he didn't dare to use force, for fear that it was just a foamy phantom just now.

Zhuo Xiaoyi took a deep breath and raised his hand again.

The door opened.