At the moment when the woman went to push the door, the car door was locked, and Ye Zhichen stared at her, "Shu'er, will you go back to our home with me?" ”

The man's words were calm, and there was a bit of supplication in the calm, as if they were just a couple who had quarreled, and the husband came to his mother's house to find his wife who had left home.

Lan Xianshu raised her head to look at him.

In the dark, the man's gaze was a little bright.

"No need."

Women's words are so rusty, so unfamiliar that men begin to wonder if they are back to the state they were in before.

"Shall we go home?" The man continued, his voice full of tenderness, "I don't want to go home alone. ”

Looking at the woman's eyes, like a man who admits his mistake and apologizes, "The house is too deserted, Shu'er." ”

That home had been deserted for three years, and this morning he had just found a little warmth in his home, and in the evening, he was going to be alone again.

One person goes home, one sits on the sofa in a daze, one person looks at the night view of the city, one person drinks water, one sleeps another......

Everything is a person, it's really too lonely, he wants someone who can accompany him, accompany him home, watch TV with him, stand on the balcony with him holding a cup of hot tea, and look at the dim street lamps in the distance......

And that person, he has always been very sure, from the beginning to the present, he is very sure, only her in front of him.

It doesn't matter to the women all over the world, as long as it's her, as long as she's the one who accompanies him to do all this, it doesn't matter if everything else.

And now, is she still resisting all this?

The expectation in the man's eyes was so warm, so warm that she began to miss the simple and warm feeling when the two of them soaked together before.

Two people nested in the living room to watch a lingering love drama, or just a dry and boring news broadcast, at that time, they felt happy as long as they simply soaked together.

It's just that kind of happiness, or is it what she can dream of now?

Happiness came too fast, so fast that she was still thinking about him when she was screaming in the most pain, or the happiest time with him.

And then what......

Then the brief blissful longing ended, and the long agony haunted her, tore her, and mocked her like a dark night that could not be brushed away......

At that time, she was thinking, maybe that's not happiness, is that kind of happiness really called happiness?

It was just a little painkiller that the man fed her before giving her a knife.

And now, the man who gave her painkillers wants to start over......

I have had many surgeries, struggling on the operating table again and again, watching the cold anesthesia inject into her body little by little.

Pain relief and anesthesia really don't last long, and the pain will be heart-rending when a dream ends.

So the pain is still so familiar, and it's still so fresh in my memory.

Looking out the window, almost every household in the community has lights on.

This is the time for family warmth.

And her home has never been found.

When she was dependent on her grandmother, it was very warm there, but she kept thinking about her parents, who had never met thousands of miles away, thinking that this was a boarding house.

Later, when she returned to Hai's house, such a large and luxurious house, but it was not her home, compared to her grandmother's low tiled house, she was more like a boarder.

In the end, she had a home of their own, which could give her all her fantasies about home, but it was a home that existed for so short.

It shattered so quickly that she almost forgot that she was a homeless person for a while.

The light burned her eyes.

"Ah Chen, you told me the way home."