When the early summer of Changnan came, it was still as warm as the setting sun at first, and soon it rose to the heat of ten great suns. The leaves of the kapok tree also grow densely green, playing a role in the shade of the sun, and the plump and thick fruits are just waiting to explode and fall. Jiang Xiaomian walked under the shade of the tree, only to find that the partridge that loves to report flowers in spring has also been replaced by a cicada bird that is irritable and singing in the heat.

Since officially becoming Xiang Dongyang's girlfriend, Jiang Xiaomian hasn't paid much attention to Han Feiran, and some things don't know what kind of expression he will admit with him! Alas, she sighed, and when she walked to the FLOWER flower shop, she saw that the store was closed, and when she wanted to turn around and leave, Han Feiran came home from work.

He saw Jiang Xiaomian take the initiative to come over, and he was very happy with his eyebrows: "Oh? Xiaomian, what's wrong with you? As he spoke, he hurriedly opened the door and invited her to come in and sit.

"I came to you to say a few words, it turns out that your aunt is not at home."

"My mom went to the countryside a few days ago, let's go and sit!"

Jiang Xiaomian still stopped by the door and refused to move his feet, and did not smile on his face, and said lightly politely: "Since my aunt is not there, I won't go in, and I will leave after a few words." ”

Han Feiran also seemed to see her strangeness, and he pretended that nothing big would happen with a calm smile, "What can't you go in and say?" ”

"You deliberately didn't tell me about the change of flight, you deleted my text message, and you stole the picture book from Dong Yang."

Jiang Xiaomian narrated in slow and concise words, like removing the shade of the trees that were covered with blazing light, and the fact that he had not seen the light of day in the past was completely exposed to the sun, and the burning pain hit the hypocritical and sweaty face. Han Feiran didn't refute, he just laughed, hoarse and mocking, probably because those things were exposed by the person he loved, and he realized how shameful it was.

"So, it's all Xiang Dongyang telling you?"

"No, he didn't even know these things, he thought that I just didn't have time to send him back then, and I wouldn't tell him about the painting book, after all, you used to be so good, and you, and you..." Jiang Xiaomian couldn't say those words, and he would be hurt by that sentence.

"And I stabbed him, well, I'm shameless."

Han Feiran took her words and trampled those scheming lies into a self-contained work.

Yes, Han Feiran was not wrong to receive it.

However, Jiang Xiaomian couldn't believe that he said it generously, the Han Feiran in her heart should be a warm, sunny, and trustworthy man, but this image was twisted and distorted by himself himself.

"Otherwise, you like this are not the real you!"

"What should I really be? How have you ever known the real me? The real me has low self-esteem, since I met you, my inferiority complex has been flooded by the tide, because I am not as good as Xiang Dongyang's family background; The real me is jealous, starting from hating Xiang Dongyang, fate favors you and lays the groundwork for you to meet; The real me was angry, from the time we met again five years later, he was gone and reappeared; The real me is down, since you rejected my marriage proposal, the whole world knows how much pain I have, only you don't know! Even I hate the real me! ”

The words that Han Feiran said were like the calm before the storm after the thunder fell from the sky, the sound of the wind, the sound of cars, and the sound of falling leaves were all frightened and fled, and the echo shook out of the silent world, and the aftermath was dull little by little and diffused in the breath of breathing.

Jiang Xiaomian stood in place and listened to his face as if he was stunned, but there was no trace of tears on his calm cheeks. Then she was held in Han Feiran's arms, and he begged in her ear with stubborn words: "Xiaomian, there is only you in my world, as soon as you leave, I will have nothing, don't leave me, okay." ”

Pushing away Han Feiran's strength, Jiang Xiaomian exhausted his life's strength and belief, and pushed him to the corner of the wall so that he couldn't stand steadily, and said very decisively: "Otherwise, please respect yourself, the person I want to accompany is Xiang Dongyang." ”

A flock of white birds fluttered in the air, Han Feiran looked up and saw that the floating Jierou feathers had fallen on the white earth, Jiang Xiaomian disappeared in that year as a matter of course, and the whole city seemed to be snowing heavily. He cried for the first time in his life, and it was at this moment that he exploded.

The footsteps of leaving and the footsteps of the coming met at the same time, when Jiang Xiaomian and Jiang Wanguan came face to face, Jiang Wanguan didn't say a word, Jiang Xiaomian just said, "You go and see him", and then they went their separate ways.

When Jiang Wanguan arrived, he saw Han Feiran curled up in the corner, his whimpering voice was intermittent, and the whole person looked like the grievances of someone's bullied kitten after being beaten, maybe only in Jiang Wanguan's eyes, he enjoyed this cute and innocent metaphor.

Jiang Wanguan helped him up, the tears and bloodshot in his eyes were mixed like a red-baked steel wire cooling in the water, and his vision was smoky and confused. Jiang Wanguan felt that all those red blood threads passed through her heart one by one and tied each other, and both of them would be painful when they were involved.

"Why are you so stupid?"

The shop was shrouded in a faint shade, faintly smelling some weak fragrance, after entering the door, Jiang Wanwan turned on the light, the flower shop had already been renovated, and it had changed from the dilapidated of the past, but those flowers and plants seemed to have withered for many days, like the people who took care of the flowers and plants were lazy.

"Isn't Auntie there?"

Han Feiran sat on the sofa with his butt back, ripped off the tie on his suit and threw it on the ground, he frowned, closed his eyes and said nothing.

Jiang Wanwan didn't hear the answer, only smiled softly: "Aunt is not here, you are a man, you must rarely cook, you wait, I'll go to the kitchen to take a look and see what is delicious in your house." ”

Then the kitchen lights up, and the sound of the murmuring water is mixed with the smell of washed rice.

In the middle of the night, Jiang Wanguan brought the rice cooker from the kitchen to the sofa table, and came with a few dishes hotly, smiling happily, but Han Feiran closed his eyes and never saw it.

"No, it's time to eat."

Han Feiran was almost tired and sleepy, Jiang Wanwan called several times, he opened his eyes and woke up in a daze, there were already a few dishes of side dishes and fragrant rice on the table in front of him, he glanced at it: "There is still a little thing missing." ”

"What's that? Don't miss it. Jiang Wanguan asked with her mouth open.

Han Feiran coldly spit out a word, "Wine!" ”

"Drink less, it hurts." She said as she picked some beef and put it in a bowl and handed it over, "Try my fried beef." ”

Han Feiran was indifferent.

"Let's try it!"

After being urged again, Han Feiran picked up the chopsticks and tasted them, chewed them and frowned: "The oil is less, the meat sticks to the pan and is mushy, and the celery is not out of the pot immediately after it is broken, and it is not crispy when it is fried." ”

Jiang Wanguan's face became embarrassed and lowered her head, "Because I haven't used a biogas stove, I can't control the heat." ”

Han Feiran went to taste another dish of eggplant meat, and immediately put the chopsticks aside after chewing and swallowing, "Don't you peel the eggplant?" ”

Jiang Wanguan doesn't like to eat eggplants, so she doesn't know whether to peel them or not. Because when she was a child, her mother didn't peel eggplants when she made them, she thought that she didn't need to peel them, maybe she would pay attention to them when she became rich, she remembered that when she was in college, Han Feiran went to the cafeteria to cook, and the eggplants there were not peeled.

Maybe he was picking on the thorns, she thought.

Looking at Jiang Wanwan's quiet appearance, Han Feiran also noticed that his tone was inappropriate, his eyes scattered for a moment and then focused on her, and then he got up with the rice: "The water of the rice is too small, and it is so hard that my teeth are clattering, I'll cook it again." ”

When he was about to get up, he was grabbed from behind by Jiang Wanwan.

"No, this is the first time I've washed my hands and made soup for a man, don't dislike it, I've tried my best to do my best."

Han Feiran moved her hand away very stiffly, turned around and said, "Then you can eat it yourself, I'll go get the wine." ”

A pair of hands were pushed into the air after being refused, and the tears in the corners of Jiang Wanguan's eyes faltered.

After a while, I don't know where Han Feiran brought a case of beer, and it fell heavily to the ground. When he was about to open the wine, Jiang Wanguan held down the bottle opener in his hand.

"Either you drink with me or you leave my house." Han Feiran waited for her to choose.

Jiang Wanguan originally wanted to stop him from opening the bottle, but when he said this, he changed his attention, took the wine bottle, opened the lid neatly, and without saying a word, poured the wine into his stomach in one fell swoop. Because of the rapid upside down, a little wine spilled directly on the collar of her clothes, and she didn't care much.

Han Feiran saw that she drank impulsively, and the bottle of wine that was originally full was quickly empty, and said with a smile: "I didn't know, you can drink it." ”

"There's so much you don't know about me."

The two occasionally spoke and drank, and they were full of joy.

After a while, Han Feiran didn't feel too intoxicated, and saw Jiang Wanwan lying on the sofa, with a rough breath, her cheeks reflected a touch of red and drunk under the illumination of the light.

Han Feiran smiled and said, "Wanguan, you should go back." ”

Jiang Wanguan shook her head and said, "No... I don't want to go back, I don't want to go back at all...", he picked up his glass and wanted to drink again.

"Wanguan, I'll send you back."

Jiang Wanguan staggered and smiled, "I just want to be with you, even you can't wait to drive me away?" ”

Han Feiran didn't answer, and Jiang Wanguan repeated it again.

"Don't chase me away, I really hate going back."

In the face of Jiang Wanguan's repeated requests, Han Feiran had no choice but to help her to the guest room, and after settling her, he was about to turn around, "Wanguan, you rest here, I'll go." ”

One hand held Han Feiran's footsteps strongly. When he opened his mouth to answer, he was entangled by Jiang Wanguan's kiss, like a deep whirlpool that swallowed himself and drowned in time.

Slowly, I saw her open her eyes, and opened her mouth slightly in her arms: "Otherwise, I heard everything you said to Jiang Xiaomian just now, but how could I ever be like myself, the noble pride I pretended, and the noble and good life I thought I had, after knowing you, I was degraded to worthless." I beg you, let Jiang Xiaomian go, okay? The love you don't get from her, I give. ”

Listening to these heartfelt words, Han Feiran's sober mind couldn't feel his drunkenness at all, but he was intoxicated by her last confession. The person in his mind was Jiang Xiaomian, who knew that he shouldn't enjoy all this in front of him, and when he wanted to push it away, Jiang Wanguan hugged him tighter, making him powerless to refuse, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

"I'm sorry, Wanguan, I still can't let go of Jiang Xiaomian."

The impulsive consciousness hidden in Jiang Wanguan's mind erupted like a volcano, and she couldn't stand being rejected by the man in front of her again and again, so she stood on tiptoe and kissed again, preferring to let herself be confused.

The deep moonlight crept through the window, and the moonlight poured out was extremely cold, listening to it tell a vague and bleak story. A lot of things look like a glass-colored box on the surface, thinking it contains what you want, but when you open it, there is nothing inside. Then there was a collapse in my heart, full of hope, and a large hole was hollowed out that could not be filled.

The sun was full of morning, Jiang Wanguan woke up with last night's tiredness, looking at the clothes that were thrown on the ground last night, stroking her hot face, and couldn't help but feel a little ashamed.

"Hey, what about Han Feiran?" Jiang Wanwan didn't see him, called a few times, and walked out of the room after picking up his clothes and putting them on.

Han Feiran was sitting on the sofa at this time, bowing his head and beating his brain, regretting what happened last night.

"Not ......"

The two faces met, embarrassed and heavy.

Jiang Wanguan glanced at Han Feiran's expression, and saw that he was frowning, with a bitter face, and did not say a word.

There was not even a word of greeting, and there was silence for a long time.

After a while, Jiang Wanguan understood what he meant, and opened her mouth first: "Last night, did you regret it?"

"Wanguan, we were all too impulsive last night..."

Before Han Feiran finished speaking, Jiang Wanguan interrupted with tears in her eyes, "What happened last night, if you don't want to, I won't force you to be responsible." ”

The last word, ridicule, mockery.

Han Feiran stared at the back of Jiang Wanwan's departure, and did not stay. It wasn't until she left that Han Feiran stomped on the ground in place, sighing and annoying.

When Han's mother returned to the flower shop, she saw Jiang Wanguan's back leaving, and hurriedly called her: "Wanguan?"

Jiang Wanwan turned her head and smiled bitterly.

"It's early in the morning, why don't you sit down and go? You see, the souvenirs I brought from the countryside..."Han's mother carried the bacon and eggs in her hand, and was about to bring her some, but before she could say anything, Jiang Wanguan had already said goodbye and left.

Han's mother had no choice but to return home, but saw her son sitting alone in the living room.

"No, I saw Wanguan just now, is there something wrong with her coming to you early in the morning? It doesn't look very happy. ”

Han's mother asked while unloading the things in her hand, and she didn't see her son answer for a long time, so she couldn't ask if she looked at it herself, so she had to get up and pack up her work.

After a while, Han's mother shouted again: "No, help me fill some water into the washing machine, and I'll take some clothes down to wash..."

Han Feiran should set off and stand in front of the washing machine to turn on the sound of rushing water.

"Not really..."

When he heard his mother call, what was in front of him was a bloodstained sheet, which was shocking.

"You... Wanguan didn't come this morning at all, did he? Han's mother didn't know how to ask, so she had to turn around and ask.

Han Feiran suddenly didn't know how to hide from the world, and turned around coldly: "Mom, this is a girl's menstrual holiday, and she stayed in the guest room yesterday. ”

Han Mu looked at the two of them and looked wrong, and it was difficult to guess, and she half-believed and half-questioned: "Really? ”

"Really." Han Feiran said these two words with a clear conscience.

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