The next day, Xiao Fan revisited the dead Rufeng's home, which was his mother's residence in the city.

said something like "I'm deeply sorry for Rufeng's death", in short, Xiao Fan is not good at this, his feelings can't be shown to people through facial expressions, in short, it looks like ordinary condolences and greetings. Fortunately, Rufeng's mother didn't feel too unhappy, after all, he was a good friend, and his mother knew this. Xiao Fan also often went to Rufeng's house before.

"Auntie, I want to see where Rufeng last lived."

The aunt thought that Xiao Fan was still immersed in this bad state, and tried her best to comfort Xiao Fan.

"Let it pass." The aunt said with a relieved tone. She is a kind mother, her son will go when he goes, and she doesn't want the people who are alive to be tied up because of her son, which is something she can't spontaneous about.

But Xiao Fan himself refused to give up. There is a sense of determination, a bit close to stubbornness.

"I really want to see him and give him one last ride." Xiao Fan's eyes did reveal his sincere remembrance of his best friend.

"Okay." Knowing that no amount of talk would help, the aunt went down the hallway and took out a bunch of keys from the towering shoe cabinet.

"You don't have to return it." Handing the key to Xiao Fan, the aunt said this softly. Xiao Fan didn't know the true meaning of this sentence for the time being. Is it that she doesn't want to let the sad past come back to her? Or does she want this house to belong to Xiao Fan in a realistic sense?

I don't know, I don't know. He didn't want to know either. He just wanted to check it out. Just wanting to see it.

After driving eight kilometers, Xiao Fan came to Rufeng's former residence in the western suburbs.

To be precise, this should be a villa that their family bought in the suburbs, although it is located in the middle of nowhere, the price is reasonable. The villa is detached, at least the nearby buildings that can be glimpsed are still a mile away. The house is also a Western-style building, but with a hint of Mediterranean simplicity. The roof is obliquely triangular but the lines are more angular, and the color palette is warm, with bright yellows and blues as the main ones.

The vegetation cover near the house is also quite high, and fifty steps further in front of the house is a small forest, if it can be called a forest. Because in front of the house it looks like you are about to enter a forest, and the further you go inside, the darker it becomes.

Xiao Fan walked to the door, inserted the key into the keyhole, twisted it twice, and the door opened silently, proving that the quality of the door was okay. There is no sign of aging, after all, it has only been lonely for a long time.

Stepping into the house, Xiao Fan only felt that the house was unprecedentedly cold, with fewer furnishings in the house, and the living facilities and supplies were very simple, and there was only one pan and one kettle in the kitchen.

Rufeng seems to have ended his short life in this empty house, without any signs, without love; Everything is like a lonely falling maple leaf outside the window. Standing in the kitchen, looking at the tube-like thing on the wall, I remembered the end of the wind in my mind. Although this was just an unconscious imaginary picture in his mind, Xiao Fan felt that he was there at that time, as if he was there in person.

What kind of mood should he have had to die?!

Or is there another reason?