Can you really forget him?

When you see a familiar back, you don't feel sad when you smell the same, you don't struggle when you hear the same name?

Walking down the aisle of the airport, such a song rises in your ears.

Han Yi's heart is lost, and she has been lost.

She's finally back.

Back in the city she once loved, hurt, and hurt.

Familiar streets, familiar tastes, her heart reverberates with the familiar figure.

No, put him down!

I don't know, I don't understand, and I don't want to figure it out.

She walked out in a daze.

The sun was shining outside, and standing at the exit of the airport, she suddenly felt like a lost child, finally returning to her family.

Flagged down a taxi.

Go to your own home......

In fact, over the years, it has changed a lot, the roads have widened, and there have been more high-rise buildings.

Many familiar street scenes are gone.

She leaned out of the window and watched for a long time.

After getting out of the taxi, she stood in front of her family's old home and stared up for a long time.

The tall building is very old and has been covered with green vegetation on the outside.

This creeper called a creeper grows wildly, covering the gates. The flowers in the flower beds died, and the roses were not pruned, but they all grew wildly, and they jumped out of the wall.

She walked in dragging the suitcase.

Reaching out and tearing off the vine blocking the door, the key had been held in the palm of his hand countless times, and it was still as shiny as new.

And the door lock is already rusty.

It took a lot of effort for her to open the door......

The moment I pushed the door open, there was a smell of mold.

Before leaving, she covered the sofa and other furniture with plastic sheeting, but now, the plastic sheeting is covered with dust.

The floor was also thick with dust, spiders filled every color drop, and a few window panes were blown by the wind and shattered to the ground.

She put down her suitcase and silently walked to the incense case, on which was her brother's black posthumous portrait.

It was also a thick accumulation of dust, which she held in her hand and wiped it vigorously with her sleeve.

After wiping it clean, you can clearly see what your brother looks like.

She put the cold picture frame on her face, tears flowed desperately, and murmured in a low voice: "Brother, I'm back!" I'm back with you, and you won't be alone anymore. ”

It's a pity that Han Yimo can't respond to her anymore......

It has been abandoned for three years, and if you want to live in it again, you have to clean it up again.

In the afternoon, Han Yi went to a nearby supermarket to buy a bunch of tools, cleaned the whole house, and called workers to maintain the broken glass, reinstall the gas and clean the room......

I was busy until dark, and the family was finally able to barely survive.

If you want to tidy up the garden, it will probably be a week shorter.

It's okay, take your time.

Everything can be done all over again, and she has time now anyway.

In the evening, she took a shower and climbed into bed, broadband was not installed, cable TV was not installed, and she basically had no entertainment at night.

Lying on the bed for a while, he got up again, walked to Han Yimo's study, found a few books, and returned to his room.

At this time, the phone suddenly rang.

In a quiet space, the sound is particularly abrupt.

Who called her so late?