She understood what he meant.

He thought it was his appearance, or even his reason, that made her lose control of her emotions and almost have an accident.

Lan Xianshu was helpless.

Three years, three years, made a man's heart so fragile, a little frightened, so that he panicked and never dared to appear again in the future.

Maybe, maybe in the past three years, her heart has been lonely and hopeless, and so has he.

As if they had lost their minds, they were just locked up in a different room.

It was a long, long time before he slowly let go of her.

She turned and looked up slightly at him.

He hung his head.

His eyes were red.

This man.

When she went out, she almost got into trouble, and Lan Xianshu didn't dare to go out again, so she turned around and walked towards the yard.

The man silently adjusts his emotions in the back.

Lan Xianshu stood in the yard and looked at all the vegetables and leaves in the yard before he walked in slowly, and went to the kitchen without coming out.

When my grandmother woke up, she seemed to have expected him to come, so she walked into the kitchen slowly, looked at the high pile of ingredients on the kitchen counter, and sighed, "You buy so much every time you come, how can I eat so much alone." ”

Ye Zhichen lowered his head and washed the vegetables seriously, "If you can't finish eating, give it to your neighbors, I don't often be here, so I can only ask my neighbors to take care of them." ”

At this point, my grandmother was silent.

He was thoughtful, and she, old, just wanted someone to care about her.

The old man couldn't say anything more, glancing at what he had brought, "Niuniu is back, I'll cook in a while." ”

After speaking, he wandered back to the living room.

Lan Lan had already woken up, Lan Xianshu took it from Shen Zhiqiu's arms, held it in her arms, held a small comb, untied her little braid little by little, and then carefully braided it into a fluffy, legendary princess head.

Ye Zhichen was kicked out by her grandmother, she cooked in the small kitchen, and she disliked Ye Zhichen for being in the way and taking up space there.

Ye Zhichen rubbed his hands and returned to the living room, and in the sofa over there, the mother and son teased Xiao Lanlan, their faces full of happiness.

He was standing in the doorway of the living room, the cold wind blowing from behind him.

The blow sent chills down his spine.

He admits that he envies the scene in front of him.

If, three years ago, there was no so-called betrayal, holding the child in his arms and teasing, laughing, it should be him.

And now he can only stand still and watch this happiness from afar.

Looking at her three-year-old daughter's expressionless face, it was so cute.

If, if none of this had happened, would he have been able to hear her crisp "Daddy"?

This extravagant hope came so strongly that his heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

What qualifications does he have to beg Daddy, he's the culprit of all this, isn't he?

The lights were bright, and the smiles on their faces were so obvious and dazzling that he could hardly help it.

Turning his toes slightly, he quietly left.

I don't want to see the look in their eyes when they are disturbed, and I don't want the strange eyes they can't suppress when he appears.

He stood in the darkness by the door of the living room, looking up alone at the cold night sky.

The moon is still like a boat, the stars are still blinking, and he is still lonely.

If the heart has always been wandering, then man has always been lonely and has no choice.