"You can keep it and give it to others." Han Yurou's eyes were as cold as frost, with a shallow layer of light covering her eyes.

Rong Jincheng probably guessed it, with a slight upward curve at the corner of his lips: "When I made it, I made it just like Yaya. Of course it's for you, so how can I give it to someone else?"

"I won't want it."

"Don't forget it." Rong Jincheng raised his hand and the rabbit fell into the trash can.

He closed his eyes weakly and leaned back on the bed without saying a word or arguing.

Don't forget it.

Forget it.

She won't want anything he has.

I don’t want anything, let alone people.

She felt it was unnecessary to even look at him. He had nothing to deceive. She only took care of him out of repayment.

She hates him, hates him, hates him...it's all true.

Han Yurou raised her eyelids and looked at him, but left the ward without saying a word.

Her footsteps gradually became distant until they were no longer audible.

He was the only one left in the empty ward. She took everything away, including those things, leaving nothing for him.

…

At the end of October, autumn is in full bloom, the maple leaves are redder, and the palm-sized leaves have distinct meridians.

The grass and trees on the roadside are all withered and yellow, and the wind is always mixed with the smell of dust and withered grass. When they are mixed together, it is autumn.

The flowers in the courtyard of the group rental house have long since withered, and even the few pots of green plants have been raised to death by a few men.

A layer of golden leaves fell in the yard. No one cleaned it, and they were floating alone.

Rong Jincheng was sitting on a stool in the courtyard, smoking a cigarette.

The eyes are lonely.

The stubble had not been trimmed for a long time, adding a bit of vicissitude to his fair face.

He wore a long-sleeved white T-shirt, smoked a cigarette, and looked at the blue sky in the distance.

The low eaves cut the sky into pieces.

The birds were chirping.

The door opens.

The third child is back.

He came back with a pile of freshly washed clothes: "Xiao Liu, do you really want to leave?"

"Um."

"Then will you come back? If you don't come back, I will miss you." The third child was as careless as before.

"have no idea."

"Then if you go out to do business... and you succeed, come back and take me with you, and I will hang out with you." The third child said, "I think you are different from them. I know you will definitely stand out. You have a kind of

A different temperament than us."

temperament?

Rong Jincheng laughed dumbly, what kind of temperament did he have.

If he had been involved with this word, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

He doesn't have this thing.

"Xiao Liu, stop smoking at a young age. You are different from us. We are used to it casually. You have a bright future."

"What kind of future can I have? I can't tell whether going out this time will be good or bad. It doesn't matter. I've made a decision anyway, and I still want to pay you back."

"Brothers don't care about money. Once they become rich, they can just take the third brother and lead them around."

"Um."

"Xiao Liu, are you aroused by that woman? Did she say you are poor again? If she dares to say that, I will beat her!"

"I was already poor." Rong Jincheng said lightly, saying he was extremely poor and still owed money.

"What's wrong with being poor? If you don't steal or rob, what's wrong with being poor? That woman just looks down on people and looks down on them!"

"Don't speak ill of her in front of me, I can't stand it." He said calmly.
Chapter completed!