Chapter 762

The light in Ji Rao's eyes has faded, and the park is in front of him. Ji Rao has just turned the corner when he turns the steering wheel, but the flash of the figure outside the car makes Ji Rao's whole body stiff.

He slammed on the brakes and turned to look.

There was a man lying on a bench in BC.

The face was facing the back of the chair. It should have been hard to see who was who, but the clothes were too familiar.

That was the year before last, Ji Rao took advantage of a big price cut to buy a piece for Han Jinyan.

It's a blue and white plaid coat.

Jirao's heart is pounding.

He jerked the door open and got out of the car, then walked slowly towards the man on the bench.

He just stood outside the bench for two steps and looked at the people from the top down.

Han Jinyan curled up in the chair, but his legs were too long. He was too aggrieved to curl up too much. He held his hands tightly in front of him, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Ji Rao looked at his steady breathing and frowned slightly because it was too cold. His nose was sour.

He turned around, then squatted down and covered his face.

He did not dare to cry too loud, can only force to endure, tears from his fingers between the flow down, dripping on the ground.

It's a false alarm.

Ji Rao wants to shout out all the pain that Han Jinyan has been repressed in her heart.

Han Jinyan wakes up.

He heard someone crying.

He sat up and saw Ji Rao squatting on the ground crying.

Han Jinyan's head reaction for a few seconds, this just slow God, he looked at Ji Rao heartache, "don't cry."

Ji Rao suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Han Jinyan's eyes in a dazed way. Her tears fell down as if she couldn't stop them.

Han Jinyan saw the distressed can't, just like Ji Rao's tears are the blood from his heart.

He went to Ji Rao and squatted down. He reached out and wiped Ji Rao's face. When he met Ji Rao, he felt that Ji Rao's face was a little warm, but his hand was cold. He quickly tilted and wiped Ji Rao's tears with his sleeve.

Seeing his action, Ji Rao shed more tears.

He body forward, sit on the ground, hand hugged Han Jinyan.

"Why don't you go home after work? Why do you sleep here? Do you know I'm very..." Ji Rao said choking for a while, the kind of want to roar out but repressed to hear not clear uncomfortable, "I am very worried about you."

Han Jinyan holds Ji Rao, and his heart cools down.

He knows, of course he does.

Ji Rao, who should have been hundreds of miles away, had already stood in front of him. What else did he not know.

He must have called himself a lot before he came here, right?

Han Jinyan subconsciously wants to take out his mobile phone, but he feels empty.

Yes, his cell phone, it seems to have fallen somewhere.

When he was ready to go home, he didn't bring his mobile phone, and then took the bus to the park to change station. But he suddenly forgot which bus he should take to go home, so he sat on the bench and thought.

Think, think, think of a bus stopped in front of him, and from his past, from dawn to dark, he still did not remember.

When Han Jinyan woke up, Ji Rao began to cry in his arms. He cried for half an hour and finally stopped.

He raised his eyes as red and swollen as peaches, staring at Han Jinyan, "why don't you go home, why do you sleep here?"

"I dropped my cell phone. I was so tired waiting for the bus that I fell asleep."