"Jian Fan, I really doubt how you survived alone in the dormitory. ”

The night was very quiet, and on the way back to the dormitory, except for the occasional rumor, it was He Aiyi's voice complaining about Jian Fan, "I won't take care of myself at all, you see how thin you have become." ”

Jian Fan let He Aiyi nag, just wanting to empty his mind.

"Why do you suddenly have low blood sugar? The cafeteria provides four meals a day, dinner and supper. You said you were going to be busy for an hour after work, and I didn't bother you. But you have to eat first. ”

"I'm eating cookies. ”

He Aiyi was maddened by Jian Fan's anger, "During my business trip, have you always been like this? You won't give Han Cong the money for dinner, right?"

"Hmm. ”

"Okay, let's have dinner with me later. I can't stand you!"

He Aiyi suddenly thought of something, and turned his head to stare at Jian Fan, "Who came to the company to look for you just now, isn't it Han Cong?"

"It's Han Cong. ”

"Shouldn't he send you back to the dormitory?" He Aiyi didn't have much affection for Han Cong from beginning to end. Han Cong is proud and lofty, and although he is not cold when greeting people, he is not enthusiastic either. It was like a transparent person standing in front of him, his eyes disdainfully focused.

"I'm upsetting him again. Jian Fan pursed his lips, and only slowly spit out a few words after entering the dormitory, not knowing whether he was answering He Aiyi's question or blaming himself.

He Aiyi warmed a glass of milk for Jian Fan, and cut a piece of bread, "I don't know what means Han Cong used to make you die for him." It seems that he is very good to you, but in fact you are accommodating him. You're starving to death for him, and what else is he not happy about. ”

Jian Fan tore small pieces of bread and soaked them in milk, "He bought a house and wanted me to move there." ”

"It's really powerful. He Aiyi muttered softly, "However, you may really have to move there in a few months." ”

"Why?"

"The dormitory building and the house behind it will be demolished, and the land has been planned to build a commercial area. ”

"Are you sure?"

"Sure. Manager He has already arranged for someone to inspect the nearby apartments. Employees in the ministry only need to pay a management fee to live for free. ”

"Oh, that's fine. Jane lowered her eyelashes. If everything is doomed, why bother with time.

"What's good, of course it's good," He Aiyi thought Jian Fan was praising He Jiayu. "If I can poach you, I will be the hero of the department. ”

Jian Fan smiled, "You think I'm good." If the list in Chengdu can't be negotiated, don't blame me. ”

"Don't worry, I won't thank you for the negotiation. He Aiyi helped Jian Fan clean up the used water cups and fallen bread crumbs. "Eating and scumming everywhere, I took you. ”

"Hee-hee. Jian Fan shook off the crumbs stuck to the placket of his shirt and stepped on his feet, "There are still here." ”

He Aiyi stepped forward and pinched Jian Fan, "Just like you, whoever marries you will owe you." If I live with you, I will be tossed to death by you. ”

"Haha. Jian Fan put his feet on the sofa and watched He Aiyi clean.

Han Cong and Jiang Shuai, who lived in the same dormitory, were not so relaxed.

Han Cong returned to the dormitory, and Jiang Shuai was looking for medicine in the medicine box. The gastric mucosa is irritated by alcohol and the pain is unbearable. Jiang Shuai tossed and turned in bed for a long time and couldn't sleep.

Jiang Shuai took two tablets of stomach medicine and handed the medicine box to Han Cong, "Take two pills, nourish your stomach." Han Cong seemed to be sleepwalking, subconsciously took the medicine box, and absentmindedly put the medicine box on the desk. Without taking off his trench coat, he walked straight to the window and stood there without moving.

Jiang Shuai's heart sank heavily, and his lips moved. In the end, Jiang Shuai didn't ask anything, and lay down on the bed to let his stomach ache and heart go up one after another. Han Cong must have had an awkward relationship with Jian Fan. If you ask, it will only be uncomfortable for both of you.

There were more and more unpleasant encounters between Han Cong and Jian Fan, and Jiang Shuai was always worried about Jian Fan. But I can't ask Jian Zhong or comfort Jian Fan, so I can only feel sorry for Jian Fu silently.

Han Cong stood for a long time. The drunkenness gradually subsided, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided. Looking at the dim distant lights outside the window, I tried my best to recall the fragment of the time I had just gotten along with Jian Fan, although the memory was a little fragmented, but the feeling of anger at that time was still clear. The resentment and loss that was suppressed in the heart were released without scruples under the influence of alcohol. Han Cong felt afraid. I was also frightened. It's a start, or a sign. Is the beauty of simplicity and complexity fading away little by little like flying flowers and quicksand?

Han Cong's fists gradually clenched, and a clear fragment flashed in his mind. After the taxi started, Jian Fan in the reversing mirror seemed to slowly squat down. Jian Fan is going to be fine, right?, how could I leave her so indifferently.

Han Cong hurriedly took out his mobile phone. It's late at night, if Jian Fan is okay and now that she is asleep, do you need to call to wake her up? But how can you be sure that Jian Fan is safe and sound without calling?

"Jian Fan, how long are you going to torture me?" Han Cong forgot about Jiang Shuai's existence in the room, and couldn't bear it, and the pain flew out of his heart.

Jiang Shuai's heartbeat suddenly became chaotic, and the book next to the pillow also moved.

Hearing the sound of Jiang Shuai's bedside, Han Cong realized that he was panicked and embarrassed, and he was never in front of Jiang Shuai. With a twitch of his fingertips, the phone fell to the ground with a 'snap'. Han Cong bent down to pick up the mobile phone and stood up dejectedly, his chest aching. In front of Jiang Shuai, he has always been strong and firm in his feelings, but today's hesitation makes Jiang Shuai see it really well. The sense of defeat came unexpectedly and unprepared.

"Shuaizi, please don't talk, don't ask questions. Han Cong regained his composure, and his tone was tough, but it was no different from disarming.

Jiang Shuai raised his arm and put it on his eye socket.

Han Cong hesitated for a moment, walked out of the dormitory, and walked out of the school gate. I waited a long time on the street to get a taxi and return to Yun T Plaza.

got out of the taxi at the place where he broke up with Jian Fan, and Han Cong wished that he had a keen sense of smell that could sense Jian Fan's breath here. There was no anger in my heart, but I was full of remorse and worry. Finding nothing unusual, Han Cong walked downstairs to the dormitory. A security room and access control machine have been added in front of the building, and it is no longer possible to enter the dormitory building without a accommodation card. The lights were on in the security room, and Han Cong knocked on the door, "Do you know Jian Fan?

"Who are you?" a small security guard was impatient.

Han Cong, who has never liked to beg people, tasted the taste of inferiority, "Excuse me, I will operate the computer, I will check it myself." ”

"How can outsiders check it casually?"

"Please do me a favor. ”

Seeing that Han Cong was really difficult to send away, the little security guard slowly walked to the computer, picked up the mouse and clicked jerkily, "No, enter the door to record, you see." ”

Han Cong was relieved to see the data of He Aiyi and Jian Fu entering the access control before and after on the computer screen.

"Thank you. ”

Han Cong left the security room, suddenly didn't want to go back to the dormitory, and wanted to see Jian Fan for the first time, pondered for a while, turned around and knocked on the door of the security room again, "Please do me another favor, I'll wait for someone here." ”

The little security guard was stunned for a moment, "Whatever, find a place to sit." ”

Han Cong sat down on a chair and fiddled with his phone for a while. The little security guard saw that he was bored and came forward, but the two of them chatted until dawn. Han Cong found that the little security guard lived a very happy life, although there were troubles and melancholy, but he was not obsessed.

One day, Han Cong remembered the conversation with the little security guard again. (To be continued.) )xh:.74.240.212