Xinle has been chatting with them until 11:50. Shui Anluo says that she will accompany her family to celebrate the new year, and Qiao yaruan is going to accompany the film emperor.

Xinle put down her cell phone and looked at the dumplings in the bowl, but she couldn't eat them.

She looked up at the time. There were nine minutes left before the new year.

Xinle took the cool dumplings to the kitchen and planned to pour them out.

But Xinle took two steps and looked at the door again. She put the bowl on the table and walked slowly to the door.

With curiosity, Xinle opens the door. She doesn't live in a very good neighborhood. At least the voice control lights in the dilapidated corridor are broken, and no one has replaced them.

Because of the new year, many people who rent houses in this building have returned to their hometown, so the corridor is very quiet.

After Xinle opened the door, the light in the room shot out directly. Xinle felt that she was thinking too much, but she was shocked by the figure squatting in the corner when she was about to close the door.

Xinle was startled. She was about to close the door, but because of the shadow, she stopped her action. It was mo Lu su.

Xinle opened the door, looked at the man squatting in the corner, and whispered: "Mo Lu Su?"

Mo Lu Su looked up slowly as if he had just fallen asleep. He had not slept since his grandmother died.

Because of a tomato and egg noodles, because of a circle of friends with dumplings, he forgot all his determination. He searched for water and asked for the address at night, and then ran over.

But when he heard her carefully ask who, he admitted that he counseled, so he did not speak, but did not want to leave.

He wanted to sit here for one night and then leave. In this way, he could let himself die.

But he did not expect that she opened the door.

So, at the moment, Mo Lu Su didn't know how to react.

He stood up holding the wall, still wearing the hospital's white coat, stained with dirt from the ground.

Xinle watched him get up, looked at him, just looked at her, then step by step to the stairs.

Here, there is no elevator.

"Happy new year, Mo Lu su."

When Mo Lu Su's foot touched the first step, Xinle suddenly said.

Mo Lu Su's steps suddenly, holding the cold railing in one hand.

"Dong Dong --"

the century clock rings all over city a, followed by the sound of firecrackers.

It's been three years.

Xinle leaned against the door and looked at her back. At least, this year is not her own year.

"Mo Lu Su, I still love you, but I don't know how to love you." Xinle's low voice was buried by the sound of firecrackers.

When the bell stopped, Xinle looked up at the man who kept the original movement and said in a low voice, "goodbye." Maybe he just felt lonely, thought Xinle. He thought that he was funny, but he had some wrong ideas.

Xinle lowers her head and closes the door, but in the next second, the door is suddenly pressed by one hand. She suddenly looks up and is pushed into the door. Bang, it's the sound of the door being closed, and it's also the sound of her being pressed on the door.

"Why come back?" Mo Lu Su pressed her body tightly and asked with red eyes.

Why do you want to come? Since you have given up, why do you want to come back and stay here alone for the Spring Festival?

Xinle was distracted by the pain behind him, so he didn't pay attention to his words. He didn't look up until he finished.

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