The lights were out in Han Cong's hospital room, and it was very quiet. The light in the hallway filtered in, brightening the light outside the window.

Han Cong tossed and turned, and there were few nights like this in his memory. Han Cong often boasts of his ability to sleep, not only falling asleep easily, but also up to three hours of deep sleep. Seeing that Han Cong is full of energy every day, it is estimated that this statement is true, and it is very enviable.

However, there are times when sleep escapes, and the thoughts are full of simplicity and complexity, and no matter how good the sleep is, there is nothing that can be done. Today, my mind was ruthlessly invaded by Jian Fan.

The SMS notification was simple and complex, which reassured her that she did not need to come to the hospital for a visit. But all day long, Han Cong's heart was always looking forward to Jian Fan's appearance, even if it was a few minutes. However, as the minutes passed, the disappointment became heavier. STGuru never appeared.

Maybe Jian Cheng is too busy to get out, maybe Jian Cheng deliberately schedules all his work today to make time for tomorrow, or maybe it is past the visiting time when Jian Cheng arrives at the hospital. Han Cong was looking for various reasons for Jian Fan. But the more I think about it, the more uncertain I become, right?

Yan Min said that she did not meet Jian Mao when she went to the company at noon, and heard from the developers that Jian Mao only made a few phone calls to guide the development task. What does she do all day?

Since Jian Mao came to Beijing, there has always been a lot of unhappiness between us, but the relationship between her and Jiang Shuai has become stronger and stronger. Maybe there really is fate, the feeling of intimacy between Jian Fan and Jiang Shuai makes me jealous and envious, Jiang Shuai never has a heart for women, but falls in love with Jian Fan at first sight and regards it as a treasure. Now, Jian Fan is in love with Jiang Shuai, I am helpless, the only thing I can do is not to let her leave me. Maybe I'm selfish, but who can guarantee that Jiang Shuai will make Jian Fan happy? Who is sure that I can't make Jian Fan happy? How many marriages and how many happiness come from love? In the face of responsibility and responsibility, love is just a momentary novelty. A temporary chemical reaction. Jian Fan, I really hope that you will grow up soon and understand these truths. We want a real life, not a fantasies.

Han Cong sat up from the bed. It's better to be stuck at work. I can't see Jian Fan when I'm free, and it's like a year. Han Cong felt his heart feel stuffy, as if he was bound by countless restraints, sour and sour, and it was difficult to get rid of it. You have to say something to Jian Fan, otherwise your chest will explode. Pick up your phone. I don't know where to start for a while, it's still a text message, and I write whatever comes to mind.

Han Cong took a deep breath and began to press the button, his eyes heating slightly.

'Jian Fan, how I wish you could accompany me in the hospital!'

'Jian Fan, there is one thing I must tell you, I said, don't be angry. I hugged Yan Min today for a few minutes. I've hugged her before, but only out of politeness to comfort her. Today this time. I know not. ’

Although Yan Min took the initiative, I didn't want to excuse myself. I could have turned her down, but I responded to her. But, Jian Fan, do you know? The reason why I hugged her was because I was angry with you, and all I thought about was you. ’

At that time, I really lost my mind, but not because of Yan Min, but because of you. I want to prove that I'm not someone who doesn't care. I also know very well where to get the most effortless affection. I want to tell you that I insist on staying by your side, and I would rather suffer than give up on you, entirely because I can't bear you. Simplified and Traditional. Do you understand?'

'Jian Fan, I really don't know what to do in the face of you, although you haven't left me, I'm worried all the time, worried that I won't be able to make you happy again. I'm worried that one day you'll choose to leave. ’

'The time of a lifetime is nothing but a speck of dust under the cosmic galaxy, and watching the sun and moon change is infinitely long. An encounter, no matter how warm and splendid it is, will eventually be dull. I just hope that I can always be with you and can give you happiness. Only in this way can I feel at ease, so that I will not meet you in this life. What do you say love is? I'm looking forward to you. ’

Han Cong sent out countless text messages in one go, and he held the phone and regretted it a little. I have never shown my heart so directly, will Jian Mao understand?

Lin Jianxuan was leaning on the sofa in the hall on the first floor reading a book, so that he could know what was going on in Jian Fan.

A text message came in from Jian Fan's mobile phone and rang, but Lin Jianxuan didn't care and ignored it.

Then another one came in, and then another. Lin Jianxuan got up and took out the phone from Jian Fan's room, looked at the battery, walked to the entrance and plugged the phone into the charger.

There were many more text messages coming in, and Lin Jianxuan was so annoyed that he opened the keypad lock and prepared to shut down. I accidentally saw Han Cong's text message, flipped through it, and disdained it. What is written and what, it's really naïve! Bring happiness to Xiao Fan, stay with Xiao Fan all the time, cough cough, too confident.

Lin Jianxuan picked the corners of his mouth and turned off his mobile phone.

Why is this night so long, it is simply an ordeal.

Yan Min leaned in front of the bay window of the apartment, with no hope or complaint in his expression, calm as water. It was as if he had been sentenced to death, and how to struggle in the end was fruitless, and all that was left was to count the time, waiting for the moment of execution to be relieved.

Yan Min shook his head, the shackles that shackled his heart were ruthlessly tightened, his mind was full of memories of Han Cong, and even in this apartment, there was a shadow of Han Cong.

met Han Cong for the first time on the plane, I only remembered his fairness and youthfulness, blushing in front of Xiaofei, and the shyness of the man was very intriguing. After that, when I went to the talent market to look for a job, I received an interview call from Han Cong. He seemed to be a different person, calm, wise, calm but unquestionable, accompanied him to dinner with customers that day, and felt his approving gaze countless times during the banquet, and I wandered through it. In order to prove that he was not wrong in choosing me, I worked diligently and happily under him. He is a man of great courage, a man who deserves to be followed.

Unexpectedly, he also had unknown sad things, and he let himself get drunk in the bar. I took care of him overnight in the hotel, and he called out his name all night. I was curious about who Jian Fan was, and after getting to know Jian Fan, I realized that she was not worthy of Han Cong's love for her so much, she was just a silk grass that consumed Han Cong's will and energy, weak and willful. I fell in love with Han Cong, I was caught off guard, and I was so persistent and selfless in love.

Yan Min smiled bitterly. When everything is unclear and attachment is so touching and clear, the moment it becomes ridiculous.

Yan Min sighed, could he not recall. And then the scene a few hours ago was so profound that it was already lingering.

Han Cong, you are lying quietly on the bed, your handsome and extraordinary face is vivid and charming, the incomprehensible sorrow between your eyebrows is unstoppable, and you are so close at hand, all I can think of is to hug you, I hugged you.

however

Your chest is hot, but your cheeks are cold, and your response to me lacks the emotion it should have. Your heartbeat is still steady, your breath is not disturbed in the slightest, I see me in your eyes, but I don't see the feelings I want. I thought you were confused for a moment, so I stroked your face and told you that I was Yan Min. You say you know, you say you're sorry, you say thank you, you say I'm a good girl.

'Good girl', that's a cruel word, it's ridiculous. How can I be a good girl, I don't care about it.

But your 'good girl' cut off my imperative to you.

How pathetic, how pathetic. You allow me to fall in your arms, you allow me to hold your arm, you allow me to hug you, just because you appreciate me. Your warmth and care for me only stems from your self-cultivation and demeanor.

And I, all the time, have been stupid and self-inflicted thinking that you like me, even if I don't like it as much, I'm happy. Today I realized that in your eyes, I am really just your partner, a good girl that you have to cherish and thank.

I caressed your chest and kissed your skin, in exchange for a feeling of indifference, a kind of passivity like charity. You're a man, I'm a woman, and the result of skin-to-skin kissing is so cruel. Maybe I was wrong from the beginning, overestimating myself and slighting you.

Han Cong, maybe the fate of this life is limited to working with you. I resigned myself to my fate. (To be continued.) )