Before the housekeeper could speak this time, he heard Han Zhihui's voice again: "Leaving?"
Only then did the housekeeper realize that the two words Han Zhihui muttered three times in a row were not meant for him.
She closed her lips that were about to speak and swallowed what she wanted to say.
Han Zhihui, who was standing with his back to her, looked out the window for a long time and spoke again, but this time his tone of voice was no longer a question: "Leave..."
His voice was very soft, but she still heard it clearly. His voice was shaking badly.
The housekeeper's heart felt sharp pain as if he had been stimulated by something.
She knew that Han Zhihui was feeling sad, and she wanted to comfort him, but she didn't know how to comfort him.
The room was very quiet, and she never made a sound, but she could clearly see that as time passed, his shoulders shook slightly.
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After Cheng Weiwan left, Han Zhihui felt as if time had been stretched out infinitely, passing extremely slowly, but even so, summer turned into autumn unconsciously.
On the last day of September, Han Zhihui made an appointment for afternoon tea with an old client he had known for many years.
An old client had to pick up his son from school at four o'clock, so he left early.
Han Zhihui stayed alone in the teahouse for half an hour before he came out to pay.
Several ginkgo trees were planted at the entrance of the teahouse. The leaves all turned golden yellow. The wind blew and the rustling leaves floated down from the sky.
Han Zhihui raised his head and stared at the falling leaves for a long time. Then he remembered that he had also visited this teahouse a few days before she left his villa. At that time, these ginkgo trees were all It was still lush and green, but now, when I come back, the leaves are all yellow, and she has also moved away from his villa... It turns out that a season has changed since she left him. After careful calculation, it seems that she left him more than forty years ago. Oh my god…
Han Zhihui stood on the roadside and was stunned for a long time before driving back home.
It's still early and dinner isn't ready yet.
When the housekeeper saw him coming back, he immediately came forward and helped him get his slippers.
After changing his shoes, Han Zhihui handed his coat to the housekeeper, and almost subconsciously blurted out: "Where is Han Han?"
After asking, he saw something was wrong with the housekeeper's expression, and realized that Hanhan had followed her for many days, but every time he came back, he still couldn't get rid of this problem.
Han Zhihui lowered his eyes, raised his lips with a hint of sarcasm, waved his hand to signal the housekeeper to leave first, and then took steps up the stairs.
The furnishings in the bedroom had never changed, but when he opened the door and looked at the empty room, he felt so empty in his heart.
He went to the dressing room and changed into home clothes. He went to the baby room next to her. She didn't take away all the things he prepared for Han Han, and the housekeeper didn't put them away either. They were still the same as when Han Han lived there before. They were arranged neatly. Even the toys that Han Han liked in the toy room were cleaned by the servants every day. Even when he came back from a business trip, he would bring new toys but just throw them aside without anyone opening them.
Just standing at the door of the nursery for a while, Han Zhihui felt that his chest was severely blocked.
After entering the study room, he smoked several cigarettes, and the tightness in his chest finally dissipated a lot.
She has obviously left him for more than a month, but why can't he come out