Chapter 779

"Yes."

For the first time, Han's father got a favor from him and snorted.

"Dad, where's my mom?"

"Your mother?" Han's father called there, and soon the phone changed.

"Hello, sincerely?"

"Mom, it's me."

With this sound, Han's mother's voice choked.

She spoke incoherently as if she didn't know what to say.

Han's mother spoke for half an hour, but he was interrupted by Han's father.

"Come on, don't talk about it. It's been a long time. I'll talk about it later."

Han Fu took the phone and said, "later..." That end light cough, "later also remember to make a phone call, your mother miss you, I don't want to see your mother so old also worry about you."

"I see."

"Well, you can go ahead." Han's father hung up the phone and then fell into a trance.

He said to himself, "forget to tell him to come back this year." He sighed, "forget it, it'll be OK next time."

Han Jinyan hangs up and looks up at the scenery in front of him.

He will always remember that the scenery on this day is very beautiful, even the wind is very gentle.

Beautiful let him even reluctant to go forward.

It's just that his dad was right.

He's a drag.

He didn't want to drag anyone down any more.

Han Jinyan walked forward a few steps, and then lay down quietly.

He looked up at the sky. The clouds in the sky were very beautiful.

He hasn't seen the sky so quietly for a long time.

When the roar of the local fall came through the air, Han Jinyan gently closed his eyes.

With his mouth moving, he said the last sentence of his life in an inaudible voice -

Ji Rao, I love you.

Ji Rao in the ward opened her eyes.

He dreamed that Han Jinyan turned his back on him. No matter how he chased and yelled, he didn't come back. He kept running, but he just couldn't catch up. He was tired and fell to the ground.

Han Jinyan finally looks back at him.

Ji Rao's eyes brightened. He thought that Han Jinyan came back to help him, just like when he was a child, just like many years before!

But no.

"Goodbye."

Han Jinyan said to him.

Ji Rao, who is still in shock, takes two breaths. He pats his chest and gently closes his eyes.

Remembering what happened before he fainted, he reached for the back of his head and touched the gauze.

Looking at the next bit, Ji Rao slowly relaxed.

"Sincerely? Sincerely... "

His eyes fell on the note on the table.

A note pressed on a small porcelain cup.

Ji Rao just looked at it and didn't reach for it or move.

The wind came in from the window, with the note also gently Yang Yang.

Ji Rao slowly reached for it.

With only one eye scan, Ji Rao's mood in his eyes changed.

He dropped the note, pulled it out, and ran out without wearing his shoes.

He doesn't know where Han Jinyan is. He doesn't know what Han Jinyan will do.

He was more confused and helpless than a few years ago.

Passers by saw a man in hospital clothes, barefoot, almost crazy, running on the road, shouting.

Frightened, they dodged Ji Rao for several meters, and then pointed at him.

Ji Rao can't see them.

Ji Rao can't see anyone now.

There are only three words left in his mind.

Han Jinyan, it seems that he can't let people down.

Ji Rao searched outside barefoot for a long time, a long time.