All the traces she once left behind have been obscured by the dust with the passage of time.

He sometimes wonders, if he continues like this, how will he live in the next ten, twenty, thirty years?

He put Sam on the head of the bed, turned sideways, and sniffed down at an old dress.

It was the skirt that Luo Nanchu had worn, and the smell had almost dissipated, and she had to smell it hard to notice the familiar fragrance on her body in a trance.

I don't know when it started, but he needed to put Luo Nanchu's old things on the bed to be able to sleep.

Luo Nanchu is dead, and he is dead, and he is a hundred.

She left him alone in this hell and made him suffer every day, every hour, even every minute.

She died, but she lived as a scar in his heart that never scabbed.

He once wanted to die for her, but he took her life with his own hands.

He turned off the light, and closed his eyes alone in this quiet room.

The leaky hole in my heart always seems empty at night.

He didn't know what to fill it with.

Maybe it will never be able to fill that void.

Some wounds will never scab over, and some will never forget.

After work the next day, Feng Jin's cousin Feng Youling drove over and invited him to drink wine at the bar he had invested in.

When he passed, Feng Jin was already there, and when he saw him coming, the man raised his head and smiled at him.

Feng Youling is only in his early twenties, seven or eight years younger than Feng Jin, he was admitted to university in London, and opened a bar in London by the way, in his school circle, he can be called a successful person. However, in the eyes of Feng Jin and Fu Tingyuan, he is still a hairy child.

Feng Youling set the wine on the table and invited Fu Tingyuan and them to drink.

"Taste it, and see what it tastes like." He dyed his golden yellow hair, but because he was young and handsome, he didn't seem to kill Matt, but he still had a bit of a sunny boy feel, and he was very popular with boys and girls in school.

Feng Jin had already tasted a few cups when they came, and he said lightly, "It's okay." ”

He has drunk a lot of good wine, and his taste buds are also sensitive, and in the few bottles of wine that Feng Youling has placed, the taste is good, but it is not too good.

"Is it just okay?" Feng Youling's peach blossom eyes widened, as if she disagreed, "I think it's delicious, I've never drunk such a delicious wine." ”

He looked at Fu Tingyuan, wanting to ask for his opinion: "Brother Fu, what do you think?" ”

Fu Tingyuan leaned back on the sofa and took a sip, "General." ”

"How can it be ordinary?" Feng Youling's yellow hair seemed to dim under the light, "I think it's really delicious!" If you buy it, it will definitely sell it! ”

Feng Jin looked at him as if he was blowing these wines into the sky, and he also saw a little trick, and he asked, "The owner of this wine is good, right?" ”

Feng Youling subconsciously replied: "I have never seen such a beautiful ......" He saw Feng Jin's clear eyes, and choked suddenly.

Feng Youling is handsome and chic, with a good demeanor, and naturally attracts girls very much in school, but Feng Jin knows that his little cousin, because he grew up pampered, has a heavenly vision, and he still looks down on ordinary girls, so for 22 years, the relationship history has been blank.