can accept the help of strangers, with the temperament of Lonely, I am afraid that I can't hold on to it before I agree.

A sense of distress welled up in my heart.

Brought a chair and sat down, lifted his trouser leg and pushed it above his knee, and the bamboo pot was tightly fastened at his knee, and he buckled it three times in a row at the knee before stopping.

After waiting for a moment, He Lan lowered his head and took down the bamboo can, and the moment he took it down, a lot of water suddenly flowed out of his skin, and blood blisters appeared on his knees, turning red and purple.

It's too serious.

He Lan frowned, wiped him, and started acupuncture again.

Her expression was very serious, and there was no room for sloppiness at all.

When he had finished all these things, He Lan made a dry hot cloth and folded it and placed it on his knees, then pressed his hand and gave him a gentle pinch.

From beginning to end, the man did not speak, did not say anything about pain or itching, and closed his eyes as if he was asleep.

There were still fine lines at the corners of his eyes, but they were light and negligible.

It's just that the brows are always twisted, as if there is an unhappy knot.

Unconsciously, his breathing became even, and He Lan tiptoed to cover him with the quilt, covering his knees, got up and closed the window tightly, and then walked out with his things.

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It was dark, and he hadn't woken up yet.

To be exact, he hadn't slept last night, waking up dimly.

After my knees were more comfortable, I finally felt tired, so I slept for so long.

Helan had been ready for dinner for a while, and after he had warmed it up for the second time, he finally gave it up.

"Let's eat."

The man didn't say anything, just walked over quietly, picked up the dishes and chopsticks and ate quietly.

His words were even less than they were two years ago.

Compared with seven years ago, it is even more like two people.

Time and years can inadvertently break a person and change a person.

After eating, he got up and walked out, and Helan didn't ask about his whereabouts.

Instead, he said, "Take care of the study." ”

He Lan was slightly stunned, and then nodded: "Okay." ”

He went down the mountain.

He Lan packed up the table and went to the study.

There is no mess in the study, he has always had a habit of cleanliness, wiped the table in the study with a rag, and put the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table together and put it aside.

With a wave of his hand, his elbow touched a book, and the book fell to the ground.

The words on it come into view.

It is all handwritten, silver hook and iron painting, dragon flying and phoenix dancing, but it is full of death.

There was only one word written in a booklet.

Alive.

Such a thick book, only repeating these two words inside and out.

The words on the first page are different from those on the last page, and judging from the dry handwriting, they were not written in a day, but they were not written in a long time.

He should have written it every day, and slowly, he finished the whole book.

He Lan had a breath in his chest, he couldn't go up, he couldn't get down.

The man walking down the hill walked in the thick white snow, and the snowflakes fell on his shoulders, and the man could not be moved in the slightest.

His thick eyelashes blocked the wind and snow from blowing into his eyes, and his eyes were dull.

Once upon a time, his purpose in life was to love her.

Later, his purpose in life was to love her and take care of her.

Now, the purpose of his life is just to live.

Live for the sake of living.

Every day he woke up, glad he hadn't died, and then sighed and struggled to live every day without her.

That's two years.

Every part of this mountain has been walked countless times by him day and night.

The forest, which originally had no road, was also walked out of a shallow path by him.

It seems that there has been a shadow of that person here and there.

Time flies, but now, there is no more her.

Standing on the top of another mountain, he looked down over the mountain.

It's not big, but it's not endless.

The wind and snow hit his torn body, but he remained still.