An Youruo paused and stopped struggling. He sat in the passenger seat and looked at the pedestrians and vehicles outside. This is a small city, not too big, and there are not many entertainment venues. There are no people on the street at this time.
There are many people in the city where she lives, and the street lights look a little dim.
The car drove steadily in a direction that she was not familiar with. But it seemed that it was not too far from the hotel where she lived. It was a nice community and very quiet. There were many sycamore trees in the community. Their leaves had fallen off at this time, but they were still tall and tall.
The car parked in a garage that was not too big. There were some unprocessed cardboard boxes in the garage, which should be used to store electrical appliances. They were placed neatly. There was a green plant sitting quietly in a corner, which should be a dripping Guanyin tree.
Just like that. An Youruo thought quietly.
Min Haomin opened the car door, with an excited expression still on his face. He took An Youruo's hand and said happily: "I haven't had time to deal with these things yet. This pot of plant was bought by Yuexin. It has been kept here and I haven't had time to move it."
Go up, mom said that this kind of plant is actually not suitable to be placed in the living room, haha, come on, let's go inside."
An Youruo didn't say anything and was passively held by Min Haomin's hand to go upstairs. The corridor was quite clean. Although it didn't look like a new building, it was not dirty. There were occasional advertisements on the walls, but not many.
Min Haomin stopped in front of a door on the fifth floor, took the key to open the door, and then turned on the light at the door. His other hand never let go of An Youruo's hand, and he happily led her into the room.
This is a room of about 120 square meters. It is very warmly decorated. The furniture and appliances are all new. There is a wedding photo on the wall. In the photo, Su Lianrong is smiling quietly and gently, with clear and smooth eyes.
"Lianrong, come on, put on your slippers and take a rest. You haven't eaten yet? Are you hungry? I'm going to order some noodles, your favorite tomato and egg noodles." Min Haomin's gentle voice sounded very comfortable.
Such joy and love made An Youruo not say rejection.
Lianrong? He called it so kindly and lovingly, and the two words "simple" were full of love. Compared with the three words "an youruo", it seemed to have a little more peace of mind.
An Youruo put on slippers. She was the same size as Su Lianrong. The pink cotton slippers were very comfortable to wear, and her toes were freed from the slender boots. She was very comfortable. She walked into the bedroom and turned on the light at the door. The bedroom was very comfortable.
The large curtains are hung, the light brown wooden floor, the festive bedding, and the bright red color look full of happiness and not tacky at all.
The wardrobe is not big, at most one-tenth the size of her wardrobe. There are several sets of clothes hanging in it, including a set of beautiful pajamas, pure cotton and light pink, very comfortable, washed but not worn yet.
, the real Su Lianrong must have never lived in this new house. An Youruo believed in his intuition that there was no trace of the mistress's life in this house.
Everything is new, although it has been cleaned, it has not been worn.
Min Haomin was happily preparing for a late-night snack. He was only excited and didn't know why Su Lianrong, who had been declared dead, appeared here.
Carrying the prepared noodles, Min Haomin entered the living room and put the noodles on the coffee table. He did not see the shadow of Su Lianrong. His heart tightened, and it seemed that he suddenly remembered that his Lianrong had passed away and could never appear again.
Come to this reality.
He wanted to shout, but the word "lianrong" was stuck in his throat and couldn't come out.
"What's wrong with you?" A voice suddenly sounded behind him, startling him.
Looking back, An Youruo, who had already changed into pajamas, looked quietly at Min Haomin, who had a sad expression on his face. Did he remember that Su Lianrong had been declared "dead"? Did he no longer think of her as Su Lianrong?
"Lianrong." Min Haomin took An Youruo into his arms without any hesitation, buried his head in An Youruo's long hair, and said in a choked and embarrassed voice, "I thought, thought, you, you
It's just an illusion of mine, just like many nights, you appear in front of me like this, but I can't hold you like this."
An Youruo was about to say, "I'm not Su Lianrong, my name is An Youruo." She swallowed it hard. She couldn't bear this man because he really cared.
After Min Haomin, who was a little excited, hugged him for a while, An Youruo said slowly: "Okay, I'm hungry, can you hug me again later?"
Min Haomin immediately let go of An Youruo's arm, pulled her to sit down on the sofa, and said happily: "Here, eat it while it's hot, and see if it still tastes to your liking."
An Youruo didn't know if she could eat such simple noodles. She was a Western foodist and almost never ate Chinese food. However, she seemed unwilling to disappoint the excited Min Haomin, so she took a handful of noodles with chopsticks.
Put it in your mouth.
Maybe he is hungry? An Youruo thought, the noodles taste pretty good, and they taste no worse than Western food. Even though they are just simple noodles with red tomatoes.
"Lianrong, are you still talking?" Min Haomin asked worriedly.
He remembered that Su Lianrong's cooking skills were quite good. Although he worked hard, Lianrong had always said that his cooking was delicious. However, it had been so long, but it hadn't actually been that long, right? It was only about a month, right? She still
Are you used to it?
An Youruo hesitated for a moment, not wanting to explain and repeat the same sentence again. After thinking about it, he said casually while eating noodles: "I don't remember you, nor anything related to Su Lianrong. I can't give you an answer. But.
, this noodle tastes pretty good.”
Min Haomin thought for a while and asked with some difficulty: "How are you doing there?"
An Youruo was eating and didn't react for a moment, so he blurted out: "No. They treat me very badly. I hate them, especially -" At this point, he glanced at Min Haomin, who looked worried, and suddenly
When she realized that the place Min Haomin mentioned should refer to the place where people go after death, she burst out laughing. Looking at Min Haomin, she couldn't help but say, "You don't think I'm coming back from the dead, do you?"
Min Haomin smiled sheepishly, looked at An Youruo, his eyes were completely clear, and said with satisfaction: "No matter how you came here, as long as you come back, it's fine. Only with you around can I feel alive in this world."
It's an interesting thing. Lianrong, I miss you so much."
An Youruo sighed in her heart. It was not that she had never heard of sweet talk. When the men around her wanted to get her, they dared to say all kinds of disgusting things without changing their expressions. They talked in a very fancy way, but she heard them as nothing.
However, Min Haomin's words made her feel sad, as if she really owed him.