Still didn't hold back, Lan Xianshu stood up and walked out of the living room, the kitchen was on the edge of the house, and the kitchen door could be seen at the door of the living room.

The door to the kitchen was blocked by Lan Ruohao.

Lan Ruohao just stood there like that, watching him skillfully turn on the faucet, pinch off the yellow leaves and roots of the greens in the bag one by one, and then throw them into the pool in an elegant posture.

His hands were frozen red.

After picking the greens, I put my hands in the sink and wash them one by one.

He did it seriously, and Lan Ruohao looked silent.

He admits that in the unknown three years, he has changed much, a lot.

It's just that so many changes are after the injury, since the damage has been formed, who to show those changes, or who between them is to be moved and pitied?

"You don't have to do that."

Ye Zhichen put the washed vegetables in a small basin and poured out the dirty water in the pool.

Turn on the faucet and turn it in again.

He looked down and watched the water flow into the pool, splashing and falling on his coat.

A little bit of a water-stained mark on the coat.

Ye Zhichen's voice was soft.

"I'm just used to it, and because I'm used to it, a lot of what is necessary or not is no longer important."

When she first left, she knelt in front of her grave for two days, hid in a claustrophobic room for a while, and was pulled out of the room by Mommy, and when he felt the sun again, his first thought was this.

This home she used to be close to, the place she relied on so much, the grandmother she loved the most, the place she had always wanted to come back to.

He wanted to guard for her.

Guarding and guarding, this has become the home in his heart.

Lan Ruohao laughed twice, "So, you didn't really want to let her go?!" ”

Turning off the faucet, Ye Zhichen turned around and looked at him with heavy eyes.

"It's that I haven't let myself go."

Shut herself off in a space that loves her, sinking, falling, abandoning herself, and then every morning as if watching the sunset.

"Ah Hao, three years, I thought I would forget it soon, and then start again," the corners of his mouth pulled out a shallow arc when he spoke, like a good memory, "It's just that the longer I go, the more I realize that missing is like wine, the longer the time, the stronger the taste, and the more difficult it is to forget." ”

He sealed himself in the dust, and only after three years did he realize when he saw the sun, in fact, the so-called forgetting is even more difficult to forget.

"So you're wrong, Ah Hao, it's me who can't be freed from being entangled in the past, and Shu'er, she's free."

Lan Ruohao crossed his hands in front of his chest and stood up straight, "If we don't meet again, I think you will let each other go." ”

He said it calmly.

After Ye Zhichen heard it, he just smiled shallowly without a smile, turned around, and stopped talking.

The atmosphere fell silent instantly, Lan Ruohao stood here, and suddenly felt that he had gained little here for a long time and was in a good mood, pulled the corners of his lips, and turned around to leave.

Lan Xianshu behind her, wrapped in a thick cotton coat, her hair was slightly messy, and her eyes were quiet.

Lan Ruohao smiled, "How long has it been?" ”

Lan Xianshu blinked, "Just arrived." ”

Lan Ruohao turned his head and glanced at the black kitchen, "See?" ”

Stride away from the kitchen door.

The figure of the man appeared in her sight.

Maybe I really didn't guess that it would be him, at that moment, Lan Xian looked at the direction of the kitchen in a daze.