Shuanglang returned to the inn alone, alone. She shuffled into the room. It happened that Han Mo was holding a cup of freshly ground coffee in the corridor, leaning against the wall to deal with work. The Le Tourist Inn does not accept individual visitors in the past two days, so the courtyard is exceptionally clean.

"Are you back? Are you tired? I heard Meng Shu say something today, what's going on?" Han Mo greeted him and asked with concern.

Shuang Lang looked at her, although he didn't drink, but there was drunkenness in his eyes; "What do you say?Han Mo, how long are you going to lie to me?"

Han Mo was stunned, but he was also calm: "I'm sorry." ”

Her eyes were red, her eyelids were swollen, and the tip of her nose was also red, and her whole person looked like a wounded white rabbit: "You know that she is my sister, why do you still approach me?"

He was blunt, and his voice was low and knocked on Shuanglang's eardrums: "Because I like you." Shuanglang, you don't know that the first time I saw you that day, I felt ......"

"What do you think, do you think I'm so cheating?" Shuang Lang interrupted him, his words revealing anger, "I'm not going to rob my sister of a man she likes." ”

She looked firm, stinging Han Mo. He looked at Shuang Lang stubbornly, his eyes were moist, and he was a little distressed. He knew that he wouldn't listen to anything Shuanglang said now, so he could only take his time and tell her slowly how much he liked her, and even loved her. Although the two have not known each other for a long time.

Shuang Lang bypassed Han Mo and walked straight to the house.

She thought that she had found a wishful husband and could have a good relationship, but she didn't. Moreover, his sister has paid so much for this man, even if they are not together, how can he snatch love. Shuanglang didn't sleep all night, she nestled in the soft bed, and she didn't want to think about everything. When he closed his eyes, Han Mo was radiant, handsome and elegant.

She was a little stupid, got up and stood on the balcony in her pajamas and watched the lights in Han Mo's house still bright. She is attached to the gentleness of Han Mo in the past, but she also knows that her heart is empty. Shuanglang opened the refrigerator, and there were bottles of Meng Shu's self-brewed fruit wine, and she arrived at a cup, and another cup, filling herself.

She actually had insomnia for a long time, twisted the medicine bottle, and ate a few.

The TV was turned on, and the TV series starring Wei Yan was on the air. The fate of this life and her previous life has attracted a large number of fans for her, the hero and heroine hugged each other in the peach blossom forest, and the affectionate back music sounded at the right time. Suddenly, the female protagonist pushed the male protagonist away again, and asked sharply: "Is it me or my sister in your heart?"

This sentence seems to be the cry in her heart.

Shuanglang was drinking on the side, and he was fascinated by it, and as soon as he turned his head, he fell asleep.

The next day, the familiar traces disappeared downstairs, and only Meng Shu and Aunt Mei cleaned up among the guests. Meng Shu saw Shuang Lang coming down groggily and said, "Han Mo has something for you." ”

Shuanglang was stunned, "What?"

Meng Shu took out a bottle of water from the cabinet and put it on the table: "That's it." ”

Shuanglang picked it up, but he couldn't figure out what it was, the bottle didn't seem to be made of modern glass. It is like white porcelain, with a little bit of transparency, like a layer of light yarn. She was cold in the palm of her hand.

Shuang Lang left the inn to look for building materials, she wanted to be alone and quiet, so she turned around and went to the building materials city in the south of the city. Stop-and-go, absent-minded, it seemed that Han Mo's words were still echoing in her chest. The phone vibrate, she didn't dare to look at it, thinking that Han Mo called to explain, but it turned out to be the name of "Zhang Bingwen".

She breathed a sigh of relief, but bitterly disappointed. A person in the noisy building materials city, wanting to squat down and cry bitterly. Zhang Bingwen made a phone call and did not answer. Another call came, Shuang Lang blew his nose, rubbed his reddened eyes, and picked it up. He asked weakly, "What's the matter?"

Zhang Bingwen choked up when he heard Shuanglang's voice, as if he had just cried, and he asked gently, "What's wrong?"

"Nope. Shuanglang was a little cold, but he could hear it nasal.

He lowered his tone, as if with tenderness and demagogy: "If you don't want to say it, I won't force you." Are you alone now? Ann is not safe, do you need me to accompany you?"

Shuang Lang was very fragile at this time, and tried his best to avoid his feelings for Han Mo. She needs a window to express herself, but with such an unspeakable thing, she is afraid that Zhang Bingwen will see her clearly.

Seeing that she didn't answer, he asked, "Where are you?" I'll pick you up. ”

"No, you still have to go to class. ”

"Those are not as important as you. He said categorically, "I've already taken a taxi, I'll go right away." What do you want to eat salmon sashimi, sea urchin avocado or grilled beef tongue? ”

He knows what Shuang Lang likes to eat, and his words can hit the softest place in his heart every time. Shuang Lang wanted to refuse, but her chest was blocked with pain, and her nerves were so tense that she couldn't move. "Come on, I'll wait for you. She finally relented, hung up the phone with relief, and sent Zhang Bingwen her own location.

He arrived soon and saw Shuanglang at a loss in the corner. Even though the whole person exudes a sad atmosphere, he still carries the building materials and schematic diagrams of the merchant in his hand. Zhang Bingwen ran over, took something from her hand, and looked at her with a wry smile. At this time, Shuanglang's whole body was cold, as if he was cursed. He handed over a vanilla latte, "Don't be upset. ”

She suddenly looked at him with teary eyes.

Zhang Bingwen suddenly hugged Shuanglang into his arms, and she was immersed in the unfamiliar breath and gasped. She closed her eyes and took her arms, and a voice in her heart said, Actually, I don't have to be you.

"You are such a good girl, I can't even use it to hurt, who made you so sad?" he said pityingly.

Shuang Lang shook his head: "No, it's all my fault." ”

Zhang Bingwen's eyes darkened, and he suddenly hugged her tightly. Her trembling hand wrapped around Zhang Bingwen's waist. He could see that something was wrong with Shuanglang's state, but he also knew the cause and effect of this matter. It's just that he was very jealous of Han Mo in his heart, but that man soon had nothing to do with the woman next to him.

Zhang Bingwen looked at the shuanglang's fair skin was pink, like a flower, as long as it was gently broken, the juice of roses gushed out inside. The dark places in his heart grew and sprouted, and the cold grew in his eyes.

"Shuanglang, let's be together. His tone was very solemn.

Shuang Lang looked at him in astonishment.

He took retreat as advance, and added: "If you don't like it, it's okay for us to be friends." I'm just ...... for a moment."

"Good. ”

"What did you say?"

Shuang Lang smiled: "I said, okay." ”

For a moment, it was as if she was in heaven and then fell into hell.