Jian Fan, accompanied by Jiang Shuai, the noisy waiting hall also became full of interest. It's a pity that time is a naughty child, and the more she needs to slow down, the faster she passes by. The time for the check-in finally arrived at an inopportune time.

Jiang Shuai rubbed Jian Fan's head, feeling attached, but helpless, "Let's go, I'll send you to the car." ”

Jian Fan didn't like the sour taste of parting, so he gave Jiang Shuai a punch, and squeezed into the crowd with his travel bag, "You don't need to send it." ”

"Then you let me wait for you. The corners of Jiang Shuai's lips rose, leaking a charming and willful smile.

"Wait for me?haha, here?are you going to wait for me in the station?" Jian Fan laughed at Jiang Shuai's astonishingly low IQ tonight.

"I'll be waiting for you right where I am. ”

"Oh well. Haha, I'm leaving. Jian Fan didn't have time to think about Jiang Shuai's words, and disappeared from Jiang Shuai's sight as the crowded crowd walked into the ticket gate.

The 50th anniversary of the National Day is about to be celebrated, and the streets and alleys of Beijing are brightly lit, and the high-rise buildings exude a hazy light.

Jiang Shuai walked out of Beijing Railway Station, immersed in the cheerful festive atmosphere, and his spirits were flying. Running up the overpass, looking at the night sky in the distance that was lit up in yellow, I shouted in my heart, 'Jian Fan, I will wait for you in the same place'.

Jubilant nights, jubilant parties.

Han Cong pressed his temples and drank some wine, a little dizzy.

After dinner, the group has moved to the KTV battlefield. Yan Min's graceful posture danced in front of the big screen, and a melodious song surrounded the comfortable and luxurious private room.

"Mr. Han, which song are you going to sing, I'll help you. A young salesman from Yunhua Company came over and sat next to Han Cong.

"I listen to you sing. Han Cong smiled slightly.

"Xiao Han, come, let's drink. Qu Haidong raised the wine glass in his hand to Han Cong.

Yan Min's heart was naturally all on Han Cong, and he turned around and handed Qu Haidong a microphone, "Mr. Qu, he's not good at drinking, let's sing." ”

"Haha, okay. Qu Haidong's bold personality was ignited by Yan Min. There was no suspense to become the much-anticipated Maiba that night.

Han Cong looked at the time, drank all the red wine in the cup, and walked out of the private room.

"Mr. Han, are you uncomfortable?" the young salesman followed Han Cong out.

"I'm fine, what's your name?"

"Angel Deng. ”

"Good name. You go back first. I'm going to make a phone call. ”

"Well, good. ”

Han Cong walked out of the entertainment city and smiled, laughing bitterly and desolately. It's me who let Jian Fan fly again, hehe. Why is this always the case. Jiang Shuai, you didn't show up all night, I know where you went.

Han Cong took out his mobile phone, found Jiang Shuai's mobile phone number, and pressed the dial button hard.

"Shuaizi, Jian Fan has already gotten in the car. ”

"Yes. ”

"The person Jian Fan loves is me, she won't leave me, she doesn't need your protection. Han Cong pounded his chest and gasped for air.

"We'll talk about it when you're sober. Jiang Shuai heard that Han Cong was already drunk and hung up the phone. I'm no longer just a guardian now. Instead, they are waiting for STGuru to make a choice.

Han Cong closed his eyes and breathed deeply. The lump in his chest made every breath take a lot of effort, and his body was almost overdrawn. Han Cong smashed his fist on the lamppost, Jian Fan, don't leave me, I can't bear it, I won't let go of you no matter what.

The sleeper compartment is relatively quiet before the lights go out. Jian Fan leaned on the side of the carriage and read the novel. The mobile phone rang suddenly, and Han Cong's phone was answered quickly. But after answering, there was no sound on the phone.

"Han Cong. ”

“......”

"Han Cong. Is that you?"

"It's me. Jian Fan, will you leave me?" Han Cong felt his heart being torn apart, and pain spreading.

Jian Fan held the phone and pursed his lips tightly.

"Simplified and traditional. I miss you. ”

"Hmm. "I have been obsessed with Han Cong's relationship for many years, and I will still be moved when I hear Han Cong's few emotional expressions.

"I was wrong, Jian Fan, you forgive me. I'm afraid of losing you, I can't live without you. ”

"Are you drunk? ”

"I drank some wine, but I was sober. I'm very uncomfortable. I should have accompanied you home, but I dare not see your parents. I want to give you the best life, and it's all because I don't have enough power to give you happiness right now. ”

Jian Fan sighed lightly, Han Cong, you still don't know what I care about.

"Jian Fan, are you listening to me?"

"Hmm. ”

"Jian Fan, I know Jiang Shuai likes you, I'm scared, I'm afraid you will choose him in the end. I don't blame you, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have let Jiang Shuai take care of you for me. ”

"Han Cong. You're drunk.

"Jian Fan, don't interrupt me. I want to know if you like Jiang Shuai? If it's destined to die, please let me know right away. Han Cong leaned on the lamppost and felt chills, the feeling of waiting for death was too terrifying.

Jian Fan took the phone off his ear, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and put the phone to his ear again, "Yes, I like Jiang Shuai." I was at ease with him and there was no pressure. ”

"Haha, Jian Fan, I guessed correctly. And what about me? What am I?" Han Cong was already ready to calmly accept any kind of answer, but he was still furious.

"You never understood what I needed?" Jian Fan bit his lip.

"So tell me what you need now?" Han Cong deliberately suppressed his anger, his breath becoming more and more unstable.

"I need you to need me, not to exclude me from your life. ”

Han Cong felt dizzy and thought about what Jian Fan said, "So you still love me, so you need me and I need you." You know, I hope you need me, too. ”

Jian Fan looked out the window at the passing night scene and the face reflected in the glass, tears swirling in his eyes. Han Cong, I cherish every bit I get along with you, I cherish every word I say on the phone with you, I don't want these to become memories. Even if I like Jiang Shuai, enjoy the care and pampering that Jiang Shuai brings me, and even want to be with Jiang Shuai, I can't completely let go of my feelings for you, this entanglement makes me feel guilty.

"Jian Fan, you still love me, don't you? Jian Fan, listen to me. ”

"Hmm. ”

"You love me, remember, I need you all the time, stop thinking about it. Maybe it's because you're not used to being a little nervous after coming to Beijing, so it's a good time to relax at home these days. ”

"Hmm. ”

Jian Fu hung up the phone and lay down with a pillow, and the regular sound of "clang, clang" came from the train rolling on the tracks, and Jian Fur felt a little pain in his head.

The scene of Han Cong sending him to the station came to mind, but today it was Jiang Shuai who accompanied him at the station. Every time he separated, Han Cong's eyes were deep and calm, slightly serious in his concern, and he was always bitter when parting. And Jiang Shuai's gaze is gentle and direct, and the reluctance is unobstructed, which makes people linger.

Love is supposed to be the most immediate emotion, and why I'm lost blurs the line. If the person I love is Han Cong, why am I so infatuated with Jiang Shuai. If the person I love is Jiang Shuai, why can't I let go of Han Cong so much. What is love? )