Han Cong pressed his brow. It was close to Jian Fan, but his heart was empty, and a sense of frustration arose.

What impresses me the most about Jian Fan is her truthfulness and directness, and I don't have to guess or hide when I get along with her. What she says is what she thinks, and what she does must be what she is willing to do. But today, her truth and directness have left me at a loss and helpless.

Maybe I'm wrong, I think I can. I used tricks to capture Jian Fan's heart, and then wishful thinking that as long as I stayed with her, I didn't have to worry about her leaving. It seems that I am too confident. If only I hadn't been rash at the beginning, it would have been better if I had walked more steadily on the road of relationship with Jian Fan.

"Han Cong, you go back. Finally walked downstairs to the dormitory, Jian Fan breathed a sigh of relief, this journey felt so long.

Han Cong took Jian Fan into his arms, "Do you remember when I kissed you here?" ”

Don't overdo it. At that time, he was entangled in the relationship between Han Cong and Yan Min, and he was anxious every day, suffering from gains and losses. Unexpectedly, it is now the opposite of the opposite.

Jian Fan's dodge made Han Cong feel depressed, "Jian Fan, I don't want you to drill the horns. You can be willful, you can be unreasonable, I can get used to you and spoil you. However, you can't just break up. Why do you say that your feelings for me are all wrong? You can sit in the library until it closes, you can sneak out of your room in the middle of the night to call me, you can quit your comfortable and stable job in order to be in the same city as me. Are these things wrong? Or did I force you to do all these things?"

Jian Fan couldn't answer, those memories are all good.

"If you can't give an answer, let me tell you. Han Cong tightly grabbed Jian Fan's arm and walked upstairs. Jian Fan, I don't want to hurt you. But if I don't, how can I stop you from leaving? No matter how it started, I wouldn't allow the relationship to end.

Walking to the door of the dormitory, Han Cong took Jian Fan's handbag, took out the key, and opened the door of the dormitory.

Han Cong stepped forward. At the same time, he pulled Jian Fan in front of him, looked back at the door, and looked around again.

Jian Fan didn't know what Han Cong was going to do, but he already felt the aura of danger. It was a coldness that had never been seen on Han Cong's face.

"Stand here. Han Cong pulled Jian Fan to a position between the desk and the sofa.

Suddenly, Han Cong stretched out his arm and tightly wrapped Jian Fan in his arms, picked up Jian Fan's panicked face and kissed it fiercely.

"Ahh Jian Fan screamed in fright.

"Do you remember anything?" Han Cong let go of Jian Fan and stared coldly into Jian Fan's eyes, "Do you think I don't know?" In this position, you leaned on Jiang Shuai's arms. The scene of Jiang Shuai kissing Jian Fan was like a sharp nail that had been nailed into Han Cong's heart, touching it again, still bloody.

Jian Fu felt enveloped, restrained, and dizzy by a huge whirlpool, and fear and cold soaked into his bone marrow.

"Jian Fan, do you know how I walked down the stairs step by step? How did I get drunk little by little? My heart is cold, I give you the opportunity to choose. You know how scared and helpless I am when you're leaving? I don't want to taste that again. So, I'm not going to give you another chance. Don't mention anything about the beginning, don't mention anything about my feelings, it's wrong. I think that's just your excuse. ”

Jian Fan's face was so pale that there was no blood.

Han Cong couldn't bear to say any more. Caressing Jian Fan's long hair, "Jian Fan, I don't want to hurt you." Whatever you do, I can forgive. You said you like Jiang Shuai, I can also not care. However, Jiang Shuai can only be a mutual friend between you and me. ”

Jian Fan looked out the window. A bird that breaks free from its cage is finally cut off from all hope by a transparent glass window.

"Let's start over. ”

Jian Fan closed his eyes tiredly. Sadness, fear, and sorrow overwhelmed Jian and Fu's strength, and his brain immediately sent out sleep instructions.

Han Cong held Jian Fan in his arms and listened to Jian Fan's gradual and even breathing. My mind goes back to my youthful and frivolous college days.

"Hey, Han Cong, this venue is too cold, I can't stand it. ”

"New girls can persevere. You also overcome it. ”

"Don't say it, this year, the club really recruited a few beautiful ones. ”

"Who is that girl, do you know her?"

"Let's be the next one, it's called simple and complex, and the pure one can drip water. There are a lot of boys chasing her, but there is no play. ”

"Why?"

"It's okay to be friends. If you want to cross the line, you will be blocked immediately. ”

"Blocked?"

"There was a boy in their class, and after writing a love letter, he couldn't even be a friend. Turning a blind eye from then on. ”

"Hehe, interesting. ”

"Han Cong, if you can chase her down, you are amazing. ”

Since then, everyone has paid close attention to the relationship between Han Cong and Jian Fan. Han Cong quickly became friends with Jian Fan, and it was not uncommon for him to become Jian Fan's friend, and everyone was waiting to see the good show later.

However, Jian 繁 has always been faint. In Jian Fan's place, Han Cong couldn't feel the love in the eyes of other girls. Han Cong became more and more unwilling, more and more impatient, and more and more difficult to extricate himself.

Finally, Han Cong learned everything about Jian Mao through his high school classmates, including Gu Tong. Han Cong believed that the kind and sensitive Jian Fan would definitely not allow him to become the second Gu Tong. He wants to use the most direct confession to win Jian Fan.

Sure enough, as Han Cong expected, Jian Fan faced his confession, a trace of pain slipped across his face, and then he accepted him. This is the result he wanted, and Han Cong was immersed in the joy of victory.

After the joy, Han Cong was always uneasy. Han Cong felt that the process of pursuing simplicity and complexity was like a performance show, showing his ability and courage under the spotlight, and finally ended perfectly. However, only he knows that in this process, the only thing missing is the collision between him and Jian Fan's heart.

If he could do it all over again, Han Cong would rather fail than design simply and variously because of everyone's attention and competitiveness. If he could do it all over again, he was willing to reveal his heart to Jian Fan little by little, and win Jian Fan's love with sincerity. Unfortunately, time does not turn back. The more Han Cong cherishes Jian Fan, the more he is afraid of losing, the more he is afraid of losing, and the more he cherishes it.

Once, Han Cong did not show up at the appointed time, and Jian Fan waited for him quietly. Han Cong was moved by a kind of tenderness, and he believed that Jian Fan loved him. Since then, Han Cong subconsciously likes to let Jian Fan wait for him, he devotes more time and energy to his studies and work, and his love with Jian Fan has gradually become waiting and being waited, Han Cong believes that it is a sweet stay.

His eyes were a little sour, and Han Cong covered his face with his hands and came back to his senses from the past.

Jian Fan was already asleep, like a child, and would always fall asleep tired after crying.

Han Cong traced Jian Fan's face and lips with his fingers. Jianfan, what can I do so that you can give me peace of mind.

Jian Fan's eyelashes trembled, as if he was dreaming, and he muttered, "Jiang Shuai, will you wait for me?"

Han Cong's heart ached so much that he almost couldn't breathe. Jian Fan is a budding flower, she is blooming, blooming towards her yearning. But, I'm sorry, I can't let you leave me. (To be continued.) )