The wind and snow blocked between the two, and the moonlight was in a trance.

"How long do you think it takes to get used to something?"

His sudden question made He Lan a little stunned, but she still thought about it quickly.

After thinking about it, he replied: "Someone said that it takes at least seven days to form a habit, that is to say, for seven days, you insist on doing the same thing every day, and by the eighth day, this thing will become your habit, and you will involuntarily want to repeat it." ”

The man ate the rabbit leg slowly, his lazy posture blended with the snow, he seemed to be wrapped in ice, and he couldn't see through it.

The good-looking lips twitched, and he asked again, "What about forgetting a habit?" ”

He Lan's eating movements paused slightly, and he had a strange feeling in his heart.

Shaking her head, she didn't know either.

He didn't look up at her, but he knew she was shaking.

There was his voice in the snow, "It won't take long." But forget the price of habit, it is very heavy. ”

He Lan looked up at the man with half-drooping eyes, and she choked up and asked, "What are you trying to forget?" ”

"Smoke." He replied.

"Smoke?"

Helan wondered, wasn't he a non-smoker?

The man's eyelashes moved slightly, and there was a patch of snow under his eyes, "I have a big addiction to smoking, and I can't quit." I've tried a few times, but it didn't work. ”

He Lan breathed a sigh of relief silently and said with a smile: "That thing is a good thing." ”

Later, it didn't answer again.

It wasn't until he was full of food and drink, and his figure was about to disappear in front of the Accord, that she found his voice in the wind and snow.

"I can quit, but I think it may cost me my life."

Helan froze as he packed his things, staring at the closed door for a long time and not coming back to his senses.

~

The snow still kept falling, and it was almost early spring, but the weather was warm, but the snow kept falling.

The snowflakes are not big, scattered, and this kind of situation of peeling off the cocoon and wanting to refuse and welcome is the most torturous.

That morning, Helan cooked a meal, but he couldn't wait for him.

Hesitantly came to the door of his room, and knocked tentatively.

Didn't respond.

Knock again.

Still no response.

room.

The man was half-leaning on the head of the bed, one leg straight, the other bent, and the straight leg seemed to be uncomfortable, making his flat brow furrow.

The window wasn't closed last night, and when I woke up in the morning, my leg hurt badly.

He is only a few years old in his early thirties, and he has this leg, so you can imagine how he will live in the next few decades.

It's not that he didn't hear the sound at the door, he just didn't want to pay attention to it.

But the man seemed to be very persistent, and he was about to rush in if he didn't say anything more.

He still reluctantly spoke: "For a while." ”

He Lan breathed a sigh of relief when she got the response, she still thought that something had happened to him.

He turned to walk out, but his steps suddenly stopped.

Lonely Yao doesn't have the habit of sleeping lazy, and through getting along with each other in the past few days, she also found that Lonely Yao hasn't changed this habit, so why did he get up so late today?

Looking at the cold outside, He Lan's eyebrows subconsciously twisted.

The footsteps outside the door went farther and farther away, and the man inside the door breathed a sigh of relief, the hands holding his knees creaked, and he closed his eyes tightly, and his whole body was drenched with death.

After a while, there was another knock at the door.

"Can I come in?"

The man opened his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes swept with blood, but he did not answer.

The man knocked again, "I'll go in and bring you something." ”

He frowned, "Hmm." ”

When Helan came in, she saw him with one hand on his knee, and she guessed correctly.

His leg was a lot worse than she had imagined.

Walking to the bed, "I'll give you a cupping and acupuncture, which can relieve a lot." ”

The man half-squinted, watching her movements.

He Lan felt that her hand was about to be stared through by him, and when she was about to go numb, she finally waited for his consent.

"Hmm."