Chapter 778

When Han Jinyan came in, he saw himself through the glass.

Eye bands, wrinkles, dull eyes.

He is old.

It's just that his hair is still black. He vaguely remembers that Ji Rao dyed his hair a little bit.

But it's just a useless trick to cheat yourself and hide the years.

He is old.

Ji Rao is still young, and even has an endless future.

And this section of the road, he can only accompany Ji Rao to come here.

He is not only a drag on Ji Rao now, he may kill Ji Rao.

Han Jinyan carefully picked up Ji Rao's hand and saw that his palm was swollen. He could not help frowning and touching it very lightly.

"It's not very painful."

There was no response.

Han Jinyan sighed softly, "all these years, I've worked hard for you. I've always wanted to buy you a ring, but I've always forgotten. I don't remember you more and more. I'm so afraid that I won't remember you one day. I'm afraid I won't see you when I wake up next time. "

He slightly raised his head, "this time I wake up and see you fall to the ground in a coma, with blood all under, I'm really scared to death by you. But fortunately, there's still time, there's still time. "

His eyes fell on Ji Rao's face again, which was a kind of complex and sentimental eyes, "I'm not worth it. Your life road is so long, you shouldn't have me. And I don't want you to think of me in the future. It's all my stupid memories. I don't want to I don't want to end up in such a mess in your heart. "

Han Jinyan gently stood up, he leaned over Ji Rao's forehead to kiss.

A kiss without any color.

Simple, infatuated and reluctant.

When Han Jinyan straightens up, he quietly looks at Ji Rao for a long time, as if he wants to print his appearance in his mind.

He thought that if he could always think about Ji Rao's appearance, he might still remember him after he died.

If there is Naihe bridge, he hopes that a bowl of Mengpo soup is not enough to make him forget Ji Rao.

If there is an afterlife, let him be a vampire.

Han Jinyan finally put down a chapter note on the table next to Ji Rao.

"Good bye, I'm gone. Don't worry about me. Look ahead, it's the distance that belongs to you. I love you till I die. "

The sound of closing the door disappears in the air. Ji Rao on the bed suddenly drops a tear from his closed eyes. He slides down and hides it in his hair, silent, just like Han Jinyan when he finally leaves.

In the afternoon, the sun was shining down.

Han Jinyan stands in front of an open space. Behind him is a wheat field. He looks at the distant scenery, and his eyes are even full of smile.

He called his parents.

The phone was soon connected, and Han Fu's strong voice came from there, "call me what to do!"

"Dad, what are you doing?"

That is a kind of pure nagging tone, but let Han Fu Leng for a while.

"I don't know what I can do."

"Looking at the medical records again? Don't wear yourself out when you are old

"Of course I know, but who is like you? You are young, you don't want to work any more. When you are a social slacker, you are the wave of people who are holding back the country."

Han Fu's mouth is so sharp that he can't stop talking.

Han Jinyan used to speak two sentences, but this time, he said nothing and listened quietly.

Han's father said happily for two minutes, and finally stopped, "do you think I'm right, I don't care?"