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He Lan's face was pressed against her knees, and when she heard the man's words, her heart trembled, her hands were tightly wrapped around her legs, and she couldn't spit out a word.

A little shocked, but also a little surprised.

But I'm also more curious about their past.

She could see that the man in front of her loved her very much, although his attitude was not enthusiastic enough, but his eyes were too deep when he looked at her, as if he could only hold her in his eyes.

He Lan shook his head and whispered, "I have to run with you." ”

It took a long time for her to reply, which made the man stunned, looked at her, and then smiled.

"I'll cook okay, I'll cook you tomorrow." He Lan muttered, and then said in hindsight, "No, you should have eaten my cooking before, right?" ”

The man thought for a moment, "That should have been a long time ago. ”

How many times in his dreams did he recall the taste of her cooking.

It's not the taste of love, it's home.

Without her, where would I be home?

"Go to sleep." He said.

He Lan pursed his lips, wrapped himself in clothes, turned around and entered the house, and shouted before lying down: "You should be early." ”

"Okay."

He Lan, who was lying on the bed, was tossing and turning, obviously very sleepy, but he couldn't sleep.

The shadow of the man at the door was always in my mind.

For her now, Lonely Yao is a stranger, she doesn't remember his past, nor does she remember the past with him, only that familiar feeling exists, but it is this feeling that pulls Helan up and down.

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The next morning, it began to rain lightly on the beach.

The windows in the house were tightly closed, and He Lan got up and looked at it, there should be no one at the door.

As soon as he got out of the house, the man squatted on the stone next to the fence, a cigarette between his fingertips, and even though he was squatting, his back was still wide and thick.

The heart that Helan was carrying suddenly fell to the ground, and the moment she woke up and didn't see him, her heart felt like someone had grabbed her.

The feeling is strange and fresh.

But there's no denying that she's not nasty.

At this hour, Yu Wuya should go fishing with Aunt Yu.

Suddenly someone hugged her waist, and the man held the cigarette in his hand, and looked sideways slightly, seeing the coarse cloth clothes she was wearing.

The eyelashes trembled, but he didn't hide from her hand, "Awake?" ”

The drizzle hit the two of them, as if they didn't even notice it.

He Lan grinned, his white and neat teeth reflecting the light on the sea, his eyes bent into the shape of a crescent moon, and his face was full of bright smiles.

"Well, what are you doing here?"

The man withdrew the smile that fell on her face, took her wrist and pulled the person to his side, "That man said that you often squat here to look at the sea, I'll try." ”

"Ahh Helan leaned against the side of the stone and looked at the sea in the distance, "Look at the sea, waiting for someone to pick me up." ”

Hearing this, Silent Yao slowly raised her head, and her dark pupils fell on her side face.

"How are you doing for more than a year?"

He Lan shrugged, "There's nothing good or bad, because there are no memories, and there are no pursuits." ”

Most people are tired because they have too many desires and want too much.

Speaking of this, Helan turned his head and smiled at him: "Do you want me to remember the past?" ”

Her bright eyes were like ten years ago, pure and clear, without any superfluous impurities, like two crystal clear stones, shining.

Silence took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled it slowly.

"Honestly?" He asked.

He Lan said, "Of course. ”

"I don't want to." The man replied simply, "What happened before, just let it go with the wind, if you don't remember, it's fine." ”

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