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He Jingran seemed to have noticed the astonished expression on Huo Lianqing's face as he said in a slightly embarrassed tone.

"This is out of your expectations right? This is where I live. It's really very shabby."

"No problem, let's fix it later." Huo Lianqing smiled brightly and gave He Jingran a big smile.

Huo Lianqing dragged her luggage in. The room was not messy, it was only a bit clean, and there was no refrigerator. Huo Lianqing guessed in her heart, what kind of person would live in such a house? A poor man? Or were the people who hid here after losing their business?

From He Jingran's appearance, it seemed like the latter. Although he looked to be in a bad mood, Huo Lianqing could tell that he wasn't an ordinary person.

"Put your luggage in the back room first, I'll stay outside." He Jingran pointed at the room inside and said. Huo Lianqing felt a little embarrassed because this poor family didn't have anything, not even a sofa. If he was allowed to sleep in the outer room, he would have to sleep on the floor, or on the table. Huo Lianqing felt like she was occupying a magpie's nest as she embarrassedly stood there and did not move.

"I'm fine, I'm already used to it." With that, he dragged Huo Lianqing's luggage into the room.

The inside of the house was much smaller than the outside, but it was very secluded and felt very peaceful. It was a worn-out single bed. The bedding on top of it was still clean and tidy, but the sheets had been washed until they were somewhat white. Huo Lianqing put her luggage under the bed and simply put the room down. There was nothing to put it in. She just put her toiletries on the only table.

There was no appliances, no TV, no washing machine, no refrigerator. There was only one electric cooker and two electric lamps. Huo Lianqing was glad that she brought her laptop with her. She put it on the bed and went out to see He Jingran.

He was sitting there fixing something. Huo Lianqing walked over and saw that it was an old radio.

"Why are you repairing it?" Huo Lianqing could not help but ask.

His fingers were slender and white, not like someone who had suffered since he was young, but his skill was not bad. He fiddled with the complicated little buttons and wires inside the radio, and it rang.

"Listen to me when you're bored." He Jingran passed the repaired radio to Huo Lianqing.

So he was doing the repairs for her. Huo Lianqing felt that He Jingran was a pretty good person.

"For me?" Huo Lianqing asked as she pointed at her own nose.

"Well, I don't need this." As he spoke, He Jingran took out a guitar from under the chair. From the looks of it, it wasn't something cheap.

"I don't need this, I have a computer. But, thank you! " Huo Lianqing said with a smile.

"It seems like you have a plan to run away from home." He Jingran said with an expressionless face. Just by looking at his eyes, one could tell that this person was extremely meticulous and profound.

"Can you play the guitar?" Huo Lianqing didn't want to talk about it, so she purposefully tried to change the topic.

"Do you want to hear it?"

"I want to hear it."

He Jingran smiled, but Huo Lianqing felt that his smile was even more pitiful. It made her heart ache for him.

"What song can you sing? I'll play you to sing. " He Jingran casually strummed the zither. Just by looking at the flexibility of his fingers, one could tell that he was an expert at guitars. Furthermore, he had the hesitant temperament of an artist with a bandage wrapped around his head.

"Do whatever you want. I'll follow you." Huo Lianqing pulled a chair beside her and said.

"There is no 'if' in the dictionary of Haikou. A lover makes a saying that is very heroic. If love is regarded as the bright moon, the bright moon would dare to forget the lack for you. Silently cover your eyes with tears, the world is destroyed do not see, infantile defeat painless film, the old lovers can not be back to the past. Her hands were shaking, and the result was too smooth and messy to rewrite. It all stopped on the night of the typhoon. I want you to boast, the heart for you to drop into amber, cool down, a thousand years later, ten thousand years later, love, still transparent. "The old man from the ebb tide, the boat can't reach the lover's pier, and can't stop talking. The end of the sea, after saying goodbye, waves towards the ocean current of tears …"

Huo Lianqing felt that it was very easy for him to play. He could actually play so well. His face was filled with an expression of ecstasy. Huo Lianqing was really engrossed in the singing. She felt that the only thing that didn't match with them was the bandage on his head. If he shaved, then changed into a white suit and sat on the stage in the light, they would be good partners.

"Are you playing the guitar? Are you a musician? " Huo Lianqing asked.

This would make things easier for him, because he was an artist, had always been talented, and had always been a noble person, which was why he was so poor. However, such a melody did not seem to be in tune with him. He should be suitable for a more melancholy melody. He Jingran put down his guitar and clapped his hands.

"Your song is not bad."

"Your guitar is also good. Do you have a job? What do you do? " Huo Lianqing finally could not hold back her curiosity and asked.

"Me? "Unemployed wanderers." He Jingran smiled and said.

Huo Lianqing wasn't satisfied with his answer, but since he didn't want to say it, she couldn't get anything out of him.

"Forget it, you should rest up." Forget it, you should rest up. Huo Lianqing looked at the gauze covering his head. A bit of blood was already seeping out. His pale grey shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his skin was slightly pale. It gave off a feeling of weakness. In addition to the wound on his head, it gave him an untouchable feeling of weakness. His body should be likened to a positive point, thin and a little sexy.

As she spoke, Huo Lianqing realized that she didn't have any extra bedding. Other than an accident in the bed in the room, there was nothing else.

Where would he sleep at night? Even if he wanted to sleep on the ground, there should be a blanket covering him. Moreover, there were wounds on his body.

"You don't have any extra quilts here?" Huo Lianqing hoped that he would be able to create a new set of bedding for her.

He Jingran shook his head to indicate that he didn't want to.

"No?" Huo Lianqing sighed. It seemed like he had to first solve the problem of living and eating. He didn't even have a kitchen here and could only cook in the outer room. Huo Lianqing didn't even find any extra tableware. She was starting to suspect that he might be an angel that suddenly descended from the sky, someone who didn't eat the common people. Otherwise, how could he not even have something to cook?

After all, he was a man, how could he cook?

"We have to go out and buy bedding and cutlery and some daily necessities." Huo Lianqing looked at He Jingran and said.

"Do you have to go?" He Jingran revealed a troubled expression as he handed the money in his pocket to Huo Lianqing. Huo Lianqing was stunned for a moment before she recovered from her shock.

"With my money, you don't need to be burdened. Even if I have to pay rent, this place will be our home in the future." Huo Lianqing had said "our home" very naturally, and she didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it.

He Jingran was stunned for a moment before he smiled at her. Huo Lianqing pulled He Jingran into the street. His injury attracted a lot of attention, but they didn't pay much attention to the strange looks the passersby were giving them. Huo Lianqing took He Jingran to buy a few sets of clothes. Then, she changed out of his clothes. Sure enough, he had changed. If An Bowen's appearance could be described as cold and grave, then his appearance could be described as refined and elegant like jade. Huo Lianqing wasn't infatuated, but she couldn't help but take a few more glances at this handsome guy. Reaching out to help him straighten his collar, she revealed the jade bead that Ann Bowen had given her. He Jingran glanced at it, his gaze fixated on the bead.

"What's wrong?" Huo Lianqing didn't notice the change in He Jingran's expression.

Nothing." He Jiran shook his head. However, his eyes were still fixed on Huo Lianqing's wrist. Complex emotions gradually surfaced on his face.

"Alright, let's go buy some blankets."

Huo Lianqing said with a smile as she stuffed the clothes bag that the shop assistant had put away into He Jingran's hands. Apart from Gu Zhenhai, He Jingran was the only other person who accompanied her shopping.