Jian Han went upstairs with a heavy heart, tired and fell into the sofa, motionless, for a while, she picked up her phone, swiped her thumb, unlocked the screen, there were few contacts in the address book, only Fang Hui was tall.

WeChat friends are a string, I love Chen the most, Chen has been obsessed for a long time, Chen is in a trance, Jian Han swept his eyes and saw his nickname - he only loves Chen all his life, his face turned black as soon as he brushed it, his fingers moved, and it was changed to Chen is little brother.

A sense of superiority in IQ arose, after changing his name, looking at the constantly beating information prompts, Jian Han clicked on one casually: Today, the male god is going to be a judge again, sit and wait for the video to be updated!

The next series of replies, +1, +2, +10086, + mobile phone number, + ID number.

Jian Han pursed his lips, casually threw his phone aside, and his eyes wandered unconsciously - without Han Chen's overwhelming posters, the beige wallpaper on the four walls, and the light grass green sofa, the whole room was very refreshing.

In a soft color, the red laptop on the coffee table was unusually eye-catching, Jian Han's heart moved, perhaps, she should search the Internet to see if there were any celebrities who had accidents recently.

Just do it when you think of it, Jian Han's body leaned forward slightly, turned on, and when the boot page passed, he couldn't wait to connect to the Internet, opened the search interface of the browser, entered the four words entertainment news, clicked the mouse enter, swiped, and the whole page was occupied by the same news:

——The popular actress Han Xiang had an accident on the way to the announcement, and the rescue was ineffective, and she died in the early morning of yesterday.

"Han Xiang—"

Jian Han muttered the name twice, feeling familiar, her brows furrowed slightly, looking at the smiling beauty on the screen, could it be that she is this female star called Han Xiang?

I always feel that this gentle and moving face is not her face.

Jian Han pressed the rewind button, eliminated the four words of entertainment news in the search bar one by one, and re-entered the word Han Xiang.

This time, mixed with the news of actress Han Xiang's accident, there is another name that is overwhelming:

- Actress Han Xiang's memorial service will be held on Sunday, and her rumored boyfriend Fang Qinghan is confirmed to attend.

——Fang Qinghan Heichao appeared at the airport, his face was solemn, and his sadness was overflowing.

"Fang Qinghan—"

The simple three words linger on the tip of the tongue and penetrate into the heart and lungs, as if to bloom a fragrant flower in the depths of the heart.

Jian Han subconsciously typed the word Fang Qinghan in the search box, accompanied by a series of titles of double actor, national male god, and the male star who most wanted to give birth to a monkey for him, which was a recent enlarged photo.

The man in the photo sits alone in an open-air café, the collar of his black trench coat is raised high, adding a melancholy atmosphere, and his eyelids are drooping on his graceful side face, and his eyes are all sprinkled on the faint aroma of the coffee cup in front of him.

Jian Han's hand stiffened, and indescribable emotions came out from the bottom of his heart, as if he was already fine for a lifetime just by looking at half of Fang Qinghan's side face.

She took a deep breath, and the mouse in her hand quickly clicked, one after another, Fang Qinghan was either melancholy, or with a light smile on his face, familiar as if she had just said hello to him when she opened her eyes in the morning.

If she was originally five points of doubt that she was Han Xiang, then now she has eight points of certainty - Fang Qinghan looks really familiar, and always feels that it is either her brother or her boyfriend.

When the dust settled, Jian Han's eyes fell back on the top news: actress Han Xiang's memorial service will be held on Sunday, and her rumored boyfriend Fang Qinghan is confirmed to attend.

On Sunday, in this city, as long as you go to the memorial service, you can see Fang Qinghan, and you can also verify whether that familiar feeling is true or false.

"Late at night to get drunk, loneliness makes us linger, your hair, my hair, entangled, at dawn go their separate ways, who remembers whose face one"

The mobile phone rang suddenly, Jian Han reacted for a while, and hurriedly hooked up the mobile phone from the other end of the sofa, the caller ID was a string of numbers, she hesitated, pressed the answer button, and a timid woman's voice came into her ears: "Hanhan?"

Jian Han responded vaguely, and the person on the other side paused for a moment and spoke again, still walking on thin ice in a cautious tone: "Your second brother-"

After a pause, the other party hurriedly added: "It's that Zicong is back, and the family wants to get together, are you coming?"

Second brother?

Jian Han's mind was stunned, Jian Han lived alone at a young age, wasn't she an orphan? Why did a second brother come out of thin air?

She subconsciously blurted out: "Who else?"

There was an obvious inhalation sound on the other end of the phone, obviously, the other party was flattered by her response, and the originally soft and weak voice also rose a little excitedly: "And your eldest brother, grandparents-"

There is a second brother, an eldest brother, and a grandparents, and the identity of the person on the other end of the phone is about to come out, Jian Han's eyebrows raised, and he shouted tentatively: "Mom?"

There was an exclamation on the other side of the microphone, followed by a woman's surprised voice: "Hanhan, you, you haven't called your mother for a long time!"

Jian Han: "......"

As if afraid that she would regret it, the woman opposite sped up her voice and said in a continuous voice: "Then it's decided, I'll call your eldest brother to pick you up on Saturday morning!"

Listening to the buzzing busy sound coming from the microphone, Jian Han's mood was very delicate, eldest brother, second brother, grandparents, and parents.

Luckily, it was Saturday, and she was still able to go to the memorial service on Sunday.

Jian Han pursed her lips, walked back and forth in the room a few times reservedly, helped the cute bear on the refrigerator, and straightened the sheep pillow on the sofa, she couldn't help it anymore, rushed back to the computer, opened Taobao, her fingers flew, and entered a line of words in the search bar - a gift for her family.

……

On the Chengbei Expressway, a row of more than a dozen luxury cars lined up, Fang Hui was wearing a burgundy velvet shirt with a slightly open neckline, a thin platinum chain looming, and the pendant below was a half-folded wing.

The meticulous hair combed during the day was deliberately rubbed, the gold-rimmed glasses had been removed, revealing a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, and a diamond stud earring on the ear, leaning against the red Ferrari door, pinching the cigarette butt in his hand, and throwing it to the ground: "I don't need to find her another notice this month." ”

The man next to him had handsome eyebrows, a simple white shirt, the cuffs were rolled up, revealing half of his tight forearms, low-key and calm, just like the black Maybach beside him, and he raised his thick eyebrows when he heard this: "What?" In the end, it was eliminated from the bottom?"