Dinner was prepared by her grandmother, and Lan Xianshu still ate the dishes her grandmother gave her little by little, and the food was very fragrant.

Ye Zhichen sat at the corner of the table, silently and quickly finished the rice in the bowl and fled.

At night, Lan Xianshu slept with her grandmother, and Lan Lan handed it over to Shen Zhiqiu.

As the night wore on, my grandmother's breathing slowed down and became lighter.

In the dim wall lamp, she sat up with the quilt, picked up her long coat casually, wrapped it around her body, and walked out gently.

Winter nights in the countryside were always bitterly cold, and in the past, she would burrow into the quilt very early in winter, curl up in it, and little by little warm the quilt that was as cold as an ice cellar.

opened the door, the lights in the hall were still on, and there was a person sitting on the sofa, Lan Xianshu knew that it was Ye Zhichen.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and saw that Lan Xianshu.

Dressed in loose pajamas, thick and long cotton clothes, with loose hair, his eyes are very clear.

Ye Zhichen let out a smile, "Haven't slept yet?" ”

At that moment, Lan Xianshu wanted to turn around and leave.

"I know, you don't like me coming here."

She looked in his direction.

He sat on the couch with a cup in his hand, the light flashing above his head.

"Just thinking, you left and can't go home, I just want to take a look for you," he lowered his head and looked at the white smoke rising from the cup, blurring his vision, "Maybe I'm selfish, thinking that after you leave, there will be a simple spiritual sustenance to atone for your sins." ”

Lan Xianshu stiffened there, not knowing how to speak.

"Shu'er, all this is my own making, I will try to accept this result, if you are really happy, if you ......"

If that person can really give you happiness, what if......

If there are more ifs, that person is better than him, at least their past and present are clean and blank, and a lot of happiness and romance can also be written in the future, and he is a nightmare that she can't erase......

Lan Xian pursed her mouth and didn't speak.

Almost every time, every time he talks about the same topic, when he feels broken, when he can't help himself, he still repeats it.

She doesn't understand.

Yes, they have no future, and after being hurt, she doesn't think she has the courage to be with him again.

The past is already disabled and I don't want to look back, and in the future, maybe there will be a moment of hope for her.

But the future, their future, now feels like a joke when you think about it.

It's just, it's just, why does he keep repeating a word that wants her to be happy?

The hurt was so profound, she looked at half the world desperately with one eye, and talked about happiness.

Is he joking, or is he just trying to keep deceiving himself?

The entanglement between them, no, it should be a relationship, she knows, it can't be broken, Lan Lan's existence is like a rope that binds them.

But she also promised, and even admitted that he was still his father, and then, what else did he want?

If they keep entangled in the word happiness, will they really be happy?

It turns out that she has been living in a deception, not only her, but now, she can see clearly, is he still deceiving himself beautifully?

She tugged at the corners of her lips, the pain was so profound, "Do you think we want to talk about happiness between us?" ”